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 Author: wandrer
Title: Frenzied Fantasies, Season 1
Part: Episode 13
Universe: Fantasy Frenzy (and others)
Keywords: mf, ff
Summary: The first season of a new "reality" show, though reality will
be somewhat questionable since it is hosted by the Fantasy Frenzy clubs.

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   "Frenzied Fantasies" Season 1, Episode 13 - Finale, Part 2



   Jane blinks in confusion as the world swirls around her, and then
stumbles against the wall, catching her breath.  She looks down at her
body, still feeling so incredibly strange with the sudden modifications. 
She can feel the tingling in her nipples and --lower, from the exploding
pleasure of the jingling piercings now penetrating her most sensitive
flesh. She draws a shuddering sigh as she sees that at least she is clothed
- wearing what appears to be a too-tight t-shirt with some letters on it,
and shorts, though that is all - her large breasts are completely unhelped
by a bra.  She seems to be barefoot.  But at least most of those horrible
tattoos are covered.

   Her too-young body feels as strange as the piercings.  Softer, smoother
skin, and tighter and perkier in certain places.  Though her tits still
ache with fullness, noticeably larger than they were for her at this age
from their milk.  Indeed, her white shirt is already starting to show
stains around her nipples, the piercings also visible under the wet fabric.
She shifts a little and watches her soft, big boobies jiggle and hears the
jingle of her piercings.

   "Jingle Boobies!" Jane giggles, a vapid smile coming over her face as
she stands there for a moment jiggling herself and listening to the sound.
Then a horrified expression comes over her and she bites her lip with a
sob, as she realizes what she is doing.  She closes her eyes, trembling,
clearly trying to think through the pink velvet coating her brain.

   When she opens her eyes again, she quickly starts to look around, as
though finally remembering what she is doing here.  She looks around what
appears to be some sort of large, rustic meeting room, with benches and a
low stage at the front.  It is empty and from the dark windows, clearly
night outside.

   As she spins, her eyes alight on a mirror, and she automatically smiles
broadly at her slutty-looking self in reflection, then grimaces and tries
to concentrate.  She is staring at the bright red words scrawled across her
ample chest, curving in between her soft, dripping tits.  She furrows her
brow, staring at the reversed words in the mirror.

   "C --C --C-a --C-aaa," Jane grimaces, and then lets out a truly pitiful
sob, tears welling up and biting her lip again as she realizes with dismay
that what should be the trivially easy task of reading the first, shorter
word - even reversed in the mirror - is almost more than her dim little
brain can handle.  After a moment she gets her crying under control, wiping
the tears from her eyes, and screws up her face in a pout of concentration,
pointing carefully at each letter.

   "C - A - M - P...Caaaa --Caaaammmm --.Cammmmmp.  Camp!  Camp!"

   Jane's face erupts in delight as she bounces and claps her hands, so
incredibly proud of herself for sounding out the four letter word.  Other
parts of her bounce and jingle as she grins brightly at herself in the
mirror, having completely forgotten again what she was doing other than
sounding out the word.

   "C-Can I help you?" a male voice says, shakily.

   Jane turns - and draws a sharp breath as she stares at the tall, skinny,
and somewhat handsome teenage boy staring at her agape.  She grins brightly
and points at her boobs.

   "It says 'Camp'!" she says proudly in her cartoonishly bright voice.

   The boy turns scarlet, staring at the strange, heavily made up girl's
breasts, her pierced nipples clearly visible under the wet fabric, and then
forcibly tearing his eyes upwards.

   "Uhhhh --" he says, obviously stunned.

   Jane blinks, and then brightly points at the boy's matching shirt, above
a pair of swim trunks.

   "Yours says 'Camp', too!"

   She scowls cutely and walks over to the boy, not noticing his wide-eyed
stare.  She puts her nose almost to his chest, a finger pointing at the
letters on his shirt that matches the second word on her own.  Frowning
with concentration, her little tongue sticking out, Jane tries again to
read.

   "T --Te --Teeeee --Titties?" Jane giggles again, and looks up at the
boy, who has now backed against the wall, "Is it Camp Titties?  That's
funny!  I have big titties!  With lots of milk!"

   The boy stares at her for a moment, clearly completely uncertain what on
earth to do.  Finally he manages to stammer out:

   "I-It's --T-Tetonka.  Camp Tetonka.  Not, um --it says Tetonka."

   He swallows hard.

   Jane looks up at him, blinking for a moment, then looks down at the
shirt with another scowl.  Then she giggles.

   "Oh.  Not titties," she frowns a little, as though trying to read the
word for herself, but then clearly gives up.  However, she cocks her head,
still concentrating, "Camp Tetonka --wait, I been there!  When I was a
girl! I went there!  I was a --wassa word --a con --a can --"

   "A-A counselor?" the boy asks, clearly with utter disbelief.

   "Yeah!" Jane says, brightly, nodding and jiggling and jingling in a way
that makes the boy's eyes drop and widen again, "One a those!  I like
playing!  You know --with --um --"

   She looks up again, suddenly seeming to realize how close she is to the
boy.  She smiles with innocently wide eyes, blinking up at him, and licks
her permanently ruby-red lips, making them glisten.  Then she bites the
bottom one adorably.

   "You're really cute," she breathes, then her brow furrows as she stares
at him, "Wait --do I know you?"

   "Uhhhhh," the boy says, then manages to choke out, "I - I think I'd
remember --"

   Jane stares at him for a few moments, something trying to click behind
her eyes - then she seems to forget what she was worrying about, and licks
her lips again, breathing heavily now.  Beneath her t-shirt, her leaking
nipples stiffen visibly.  He is backed up against the wall, as she leans
into him, her soft breasts pressing into his shirt.

   "You smell nice," she breathes in a husky voice, cuddling in to him. 
The boy makes a small choked sound as she rubs up against him, standing on
her brightly painted tiptoes now, her mouth close to his.

   "W-wait," he rasps, though hardly convincingly, "M-my --I have a
g-girlfriend --"

   "Mmmm," Jane moans softly, "OK --she can play with us too then --"

   The boy groans at that response, and then Jane levers herself up to drop
her lips onto his.  Any resistance the boy might have mustered is blasted
away under the pure sex onslaught of the red-and-pink-headed vision
squirming against him, and with a soft moan, he begins kissing her back. 
Jane lets out a squeal when his hands drop to her ass, the devil's tail
down the back of her thigh seeming to twitch over her skin with delight. 
The camera picks up a glistening dribble of wetness starting to roll down
the inside of Jane's thigh from under her shorts, the bright lettering on
the inside of her thighs visible beneath the short shorts.

   Suddenly the boy moans loudly, his eyes flaring open to stare in shock
at the grinning redhead, who pulls back to reveal that one painted hand has
slid inside his trunks where it is wriggling inside.  She draws a small
gasp of happy breath as she clearly finds what she is looking for, and
begins to slide down.  The crotch of her own shorts are soaked - and she
sports a disturbingly similar lump to the boy's in front though there is no
chance of him noticing it.

   She is practically gasping for breath as she fumbles at the knot on his
swim trunks in her squat, the tattoos on her thighs and feet clearly
visible, though not from his angle.  When she finally figures out how to
undo the simple bow and slides them down, his cock pops free instantly -
very large, and throbbingly purple.  She makes a pathetically pleased noise
as it dangles in her face.

   "Wh-what are you ohhhhhhh fffffffuccck!"

   The boy almost sobs as those ruby lips slip warmly over the head, and
her pierced tongue strokes the underside.  Jane makes a sobbing moan of
delight, like she has been in the desert for days and the hard cock in her
mouth is pouring water down her throat.  From the sounds the boy is making
it is quite clear that soon it will be pouring in something much warmer -
though probably just as desperately wanted by the now cum-loving Jane...



   Ginny lets out a long, low whine, as she scrambles to her paws, looking
around frantically, trying to figure out where she is.  There is a bounce,
and she realizes with horror that she is in a vehicle - and in a dog crate.
She perches there trembling, processing the feelings from her horribly
bizarre body, and starts to let out low, pathetic whines.

   Ginny has always hated dogs.

   She was the outlier in her family for that - in fact, her mother and
father met when her mom was working at a dog shelter.  Her dad liked dogs -
but her mom always *loved* them, and so did Ginny's sisters.  They'd always
had a couple small dogs around the house, which Ginny didn't mind but
didn't love.  But when she was little she'd been chased by a larger dog
from her neighbor's yard, and from that point on, her feelings towards them
ranged from nervousness to outright fear.

   And now --

   Oh god.

   She *is* one.

   Her whimpers and sobs turn into a yelp, as the car she is in suddenly
stops and she slides towards the rear of the crate, her claws scrabbling on
the plastic.  After a moment she hears a door open - and then a few moments
later, turns her head away from bright sunlight as the rear door of what
she now realizes is a van opens up.

   She is still blinking when the door to her crate opens, and a hand
reaches in - and grabs the collar that she belatedly realizes with horror
is jingling around her neck.  And worse - she realizes as there is a gentle
tug on her throat - there is now a leash attached to that collar.

   Whining softly, she nonetheless follows the tugging, being led out of
her crate and jumping nimbly down onto the ground before looking up,
blinking again, at the large, beer-bellied man in a brown uniform standing
over her.

   Her stomach turns over.

   He's a dog catcher.

   "You sure are a weird lookin' one, aintcha?" he says with a low drawl,
"Well, let's get you inside - you're their problem now."

   Trembling and terrified, she pads along behind the man, docilely letting
him lead her on her leash.  She blinks, looking around, trying to figure
out where she is.  She appear to be in the countryside, on a cool but
pleasant summer day, the wind rippling her fur.

   Suddenly her fur prickles, along with attendant goosebumps on the parts
of her are still human, as she realizes that what she is hearing with her
much more sensitive hearing is the barking of dogs nearby.  Many dogs.

   Her stomach turns over as she feels her nipples harden as something
inside her recognizes the sound of *male* dogs.

   She lets out a low whine as the man leads her through a doorway.

   Ginny looks up, to find herself in what is obviously some sort of
receiving area.  At the desk, a youngish man with glasses is leaning,
talking to a woman behind the counter facing the other way.  At the entry
of the dog catcher with Ginny in tow, the man straightens up, blushing
slightly and adjusting his glasses.

   Ginny stares up at him, brow furrowing over her muzzle.  He looks very
familiar, but she can't quite place him.

   "Oh, uh -- miss?  You have a visitor," the man says, sticking his hands
in his pockets, "I'll - uh, I should go."

   "Oh dear," the woman behind the counter says, with genuine-sounding
disappointment, "Well, I - OK, it was nice to meet you."

   "Yeah, uh --"

   The man trails off, and turns to leave, nodding at the dog catcher. 
Something about his voice, his demeanor --

   Ginny's eyes go wide, and she lets out a long, low whine of horror, as
he looks down at her with a smile, and pauses long enough to scratch her
behind the ears, giving her a strong whiff of his scent in her
hyper-sensitive dog's nose.

   That's her father!

   He stands and steps away towards the door...

   "Hey Burt," the woman says, her voice also familiar.

   "Hey Helen," the dog catcher replies.

   Helen?!

   Ginny turns to stare at the curvy little woman with blonde curls who
steps up behind the counter, and whines again.

   Her mom.

   With a horrified realization, Ginny turns stares after the man walking
out the door.  The man who is her father, who met her mom on a cool but
pleasant summer's day at the dog shelter where she worked, and talked for
hours before helping her close.  Then took her to dinner - their first
date. Before her father left on a monthlong business trip --

   Her father, who is currently leaving before any of that can occur.

   Without thinking about it, Ginny lunges towards him, yelling for him to
wait, to stay - but of course what comes out are the panicked barks and
yelps of the mostly-dog she has become.  The man stops and recoils
slightly, at the sight of the odd-looking dog barking at him.

   Suddenly, her barks are cut off with a loud yelp, and she chokes as the
holder of her leash jerks her back.  Blushing, her father ducks out the
door, and is gone.

   "BAD DOG!" the dog catcher roars.

   Ginny is groveling on the floor, her small breasts and nipples grinding
into the linoleum.  She sobs softly - manifesting as pitiful whines - as
she realizes the warm liquid running down her legs indicates that she has
just peed herself as she threw herself to the floor in abject
submissiveness.  Her stomach is knotted with self-loathing as she squirms,
her ass in the air as her pussy continues to dribble down her leg.

   "Sorry about that Helen," the dog catcher rumbles, "Don't know what got
into her.  She's a funny lookin' one, but she's been real docile up until
that little show.  Sorry she made a mess here."

   "Oh that's alright," the young little blonde woman chirps, "Certainly
not the worst that I've had to deal with.  Heck, not even the worst
*today*. You bringing her in?"

   "Yup.  Here you go."

   The man shuffles over to the counter, and from the gentle tug on her
collar Ginny realizes her leash is being handed over.  To her mother.  She
whines softly on the floor.

   "Huh," the man says, glancing down at her, "You know, her fur is just
about the same color as your hair.  Pretty color..."

   The man trails off, blushing as he realizes what he just says.  Helen
pulls absently on one of her curls, blushing herself and glancing down at
the groveling blonde dog.

   "Uh --"

   "Anyway," the man says, clearing his throat, "So - hey, I was thinkin' I
might walk down the road to that market and grab a sandwich.  You OK if I
leave my truck here for a bit?"

   "Sure thing, Burt."

   "You want anything?"

   "Um - sure --I'll take a tuna sandwich if they have it."

   The man nods, and glances at Ginny's mom briefly again, and then
shuffles out the door.

   Helen steps over to the low door, opening it and tugging gently on the
leash.  Ginny clambers to all fours from her cowering position, staring at
the younger version of her mother - hardly slender like Ginny (who gets
that from her father), but cherubically curvy-cute rather than heavy as she
would become later in life.  The little blonde woman is in a light blouse
and blue skirt, feet in simple loose sandals.  As she lowers into a crouch
in front of Ginny, Ginny's nose twitches from her hypersensitive sense of
smell.  And she recoils slightly in horror.

   She can smell that her mother is, or was, faintly aroused.  Ginny lets
out a low disgusted whine.

   "It's OK girl," Helen says soothingly, reaching out a hand under Ginny's
chin as she mistakes Ginny's reaction for fear, "I won't hurt you.  Just
want to take a look at that collar --"

   Ginny stands, staring up at her mother, waiting desperately for some
sign of familiarity, of recognition.  She whines softly, suppressing her
urge to bark desperately at the girl who will one day be her mother. 
Pleading with her eyes to realize that she's not really a dog, in spite of
her snout and fur and paws - that she's a girl underneath, that some of her
body is still human - her little breasts and belly and blond-furred pussy,
that she is her future daughter, that her name is "Buttercup, huh?  That's
a pretty name.  Too bad your owner didn't put a phone number or an address
or something on here, or we could at least find out where you came from. 
Well, we'll take care of you for the time being.  C'mon."

   Ginny lets out a soft whine as she starts to follow her young mother,
tugging gently on her leash.



   Zara stumbles for a moment, and then pulls herself upright, blinking in
confusion as her senses are suddenly assaulted by pounding music and the
smells of smoke and beer.  She blinks furiously, trying to take in her
surroundings and the shocking shift from where she'd been a moment before.

   She's obviously at a party - and from the look of two giggling girls who
go by, heavily made up but in jeans and t-shirts, some sort of house party
or frat party.  One of the girls levels a sneering look at Zara before
following her friend into the other room.  Zara frowns, turning and trying
to figure out where she is - and then chokes as she catches herself in the
mirror, eyes widening.

   This is the first she's seen of her new blonde hair and her bright blue
eyes, making her look shockingly bimbo-ish.  But she is hardly even looking
at that part of her, horrified as she is at her outfit.  Her top - if it
can be called that - is a thin sailor-girl shirt...except that it only
barely reaches to the middle of her large fake breasts, over which it is
stretched precariously.  In fact, just the action of turning to look in the
mirror has caused the straining fabric to squirm upward and reveal the
bottom portion of her dark nipples.  The bottoms of her breasts are
completely bare, as is her midriff, all the way down to her hips - over
which is a slip of navy fabric that could vaguely be called a skirt.  From
her pussy lips peeking out just below the bottom of the skirt, it is quite
clear that in addition to lacking a bra, she is not wearing any panties. 
Ironically, her feet and ankles are the most dressed parts of her body,
with white stockings up to her knees, and white and blue platform heels -
sufficiently high that they were what caused her to stumble upon arrival.

   With a small squawk of horror she reaches up and tugs the half-shirt
down to try to at least partially cover her large breasts.  Blushing
furiously, she stumbles out of the room in her high heels to try to find
someplace to gather her thoughts, and maybe find something to cover
herself...

   ...and finds herself stumbling into a room full of twenty-somethings
standing around smoking and drinking to loud thumping punk music.

   With another moan of horror, and with no idea what she is supposed to be
doing here, Zara tries to scramble along the wall, hoping no one will
notice her horrifically exposed "Hey, watch it!"

   She pulls up after stumbling into a slightly shorter black-haired woman,
who swears as she recoils from the beer she just dumped down her front
thanks to Zara's jostling.

   "Oh god, I'm sorry, I-"

   Zara trails off and her eyes go wide as she stares at the woman who
turns to glare at her angrily.  The woman who in fact is only slightly
shorter as she is wearing much more reasonable heels than Zara is currently
wearing.

   "Mo - uh, Kay!"

   The raven-haired woman looks shocked to be recognized - for she is
indeed, Kay, albeit probably in her early twenties, like everyone else at
the party.  Zara stares at her for a long moment - her stomach twisting as
she realizes with horror who she must be here to corrupt.  Her younger mom,
standing there in a beer-soaked black dress...

   ...stretched over a hugely pregnant belly.

   Zara takes a step back, her revulsion towards pregnant women's bodies
surging forward - made worse with the realization that it is her mother's
body...and thus *her* inside that pregnant body.  Which is the same -
albeit a bit older...and a bit younger - as the one she is currently
inhabiting.  Beneath a tightly stretched dress, it is obvious that Kay was
pre-surgery, with smaller, though swollen, breasts, laying atop her
distended belly.

   "Do I know you?" Kay says, with a tone that said she certainly hopes
not, her face showing barely concealed disgust at the blond girl's outfit.

   "Hey - she kind of looks like you."

   Zara, a little dizzy at the bizarreness of the situation, looks up at
the faintly familiar male voice, and realizes that Kay is standing with two
other people.  The first she thinks looked vaguely familiar, though she
can't place the pretty dark-haired girl, in her late teens or early
twenties, who seems a little overdressed for this party.  The girl is
staring at Zara with an openly horrified expression.  The second, she
slowly realizes, is her mom's friend Jonathan who she'd known forever -
albeit much younger, and he is staring at her with significantly more
wide-eyed appreciation than the two women.  Which the hugely pregnant Kay
notices and tries to interrupt with a hard smack on his arm.

   "Ow!"

   "What do you mean she looks like me?" Kay growls.

   "Well - she does!  Look at her!  Right Mindy?"

   The other pretty brunette shrugs as though trying to stay out of this,
and Kay turns back to glare at the sluttily dressed Zara - and her brow
furrows in a frown.

   "You know - I hate to admit it, but you're right - how...?"

   "Yeah - that's because...I'm your...cousin!" Zara, panicked, blurts out,
then smiles, rolling with it, "You cousin Zara!  From, um, Aunt...Sarah's
side..."

   Kay looks taken aback - she does indeed have an aunt Sarah, though it
took Zara's searching deep in her head to remember her great-aunt who was
the black sheep of the family.  She just hoped that "Oh-K," Kay says
slowly, seeming to buy it, blushing a little as she takes in the obviously
modified body of the younger blonde girl, "So...what are you doing here?"

   "Uh...looking for you?"

   Kay looks horrified again.

   "Why?"

   Zara racks her brain for a long moment, while the three stare at her
with varying degrees of disapproval, confusion, and interest (from
Jonathan).  Too late, she realizes that her blurting out her somewhat
unusual name could have had an effect on her mother already - or maybe that
was where she thought of the name in the first place?  And the thought of
touching her mom's pregnant body makes her feel sick.  And the twisty time
thing is giving Zara a headache.  Which is starting to make her annoyed.

   And then she thinks of what the Proprietor said at the end, about being
able to affect things - and suddenly a surge of domintatrix-y arousal goes
through her...

   "Fuck it," she mutters under her breath, and then steps up to where her
body is almost touching Kay's pregnant form (though not quite, as a twinge
of disgust shudders through her) and looms over the other woman in her
heels.

   "I'm here," sneered Zara, letting her new love of dominance shine
through, "To make sure everyone here sees you for the nasty little slut
that you are."

   Kay stumbles back to the wall, eyes going wide with fury and disgust -
but her body, overwhelmed by the force of whatever Zara is doing, visibly
betrays her, as her nipples suddenly harden into obvious visibility beneath
her dress even through her bra, and her nostrils flare.

   "F-fuck you, you sick ho-bag," Kay stammers out, albeit with much less
force than Zara knows her mother would usually use.  Confusion and fear
play across her face as she feels her body betraying her even as she tries
to muster up whatever it would take to run away from this bizarre scene.

   "Oh my god," chokes out Mindy, her hand flying to her mouth in disgust.
She steps back, clearly planning to get away herself as she tugs on the
open-mouthed Jonathan's hand.  Zara whips her head towards the pretty
woman, and feels another surge of excitement.

   "Where do you think you're going?  You think just because you dress
nicer than the people at this party that you're better than them?"

   "N-no, I-"

   "Sure you do," Zara purrs, "But you're not.  I can prove you're just as
much of a slut as Kay here, underneath that preppy outfit of yours.  Come
over here."

   "But-"

   "NOW."

   Mindy jerks at Zara's steely voice, and stumbles back over to the other
two women.  Kay is standing pressed against the wall, looking alternatingly
furious and terrified.  Zara looks up at Jonathan - to find him staring at
her.  Though his eyes are a little low.  Zara glances down to find that her
shirt has ridden up again, leaving her large breasts completely visible
now. And there is a glistening stream of pussy juice dangling down between
her legs.

   She doesn't know if she's ever felt as aroused as she does right now.

   She saunters over to Jonathan - who she'd never admit it to him but
she'd always had a little crush on the older version of since she was old
enough to think about such things - and presses herself up against him, her
large tits hugging his arm.  She feels him draw a shuddering breath as she
leans in and whispers into his ear as she glances over at the two women.

   "Tell me Jonathan," she whispers, a little too loudly so the girls can
hear her, "Have you ever fantasized about seeing the two of them kiss each
other?  Tell me honestly and I can make it happen..."

   "WHAT?" Kay blurts out, "That's disgusting!"

   "I'd never kiss another girl," chokes out Mindy with all too believable
horror.

   Jonathan looks torn between the craziness of this fantasy and the
knowledge that what he says could have consequences later.  But finally he
swallows, and jerks his head once in the affirmative.  Kay growls at him,
and Mindy chokes out a small sob.

   "Mmm...thought so.  Well girls, why don't you give nice Jonathan here
what he wants, hmm?"

   "What - I'm not going to...to..." Kay trails off as she and Mindy
shudder and turn to face each other with horrified expressions.  They lean
in - Mindy leaning further over Kay's belly - and give each other a quick,
chaste kiss on the lips before leaning back with a confused look, and a
slight relief that that was all "Oh come on," Zara sneers, "let's see some
real kissing.  You guys know you desperately want to taste each other's
mouths, all hot and wet...you're so hot for each other..."

   The two girls both make choked sounds of horror - Kay's angry, Mindy's
miserable - but lean in again...and this time begin to passionately kiss
each other.  They wrap their arms around each other, lips locked as their
tongues entwine.  They both make whimpers and moans of disgust - but as
they continue the kiss, the sounds begin to be punctuated with small moans
that sound anything but disgusted.

   "That's right," Zara moans herself, nearly overwhelmed with arousal at
her own power as she rubs herself up against the staring Jonathan, "you
sluts were just hiding how desperately you want each other.  But you're
soooo horny for each other, aren't you?"

   The two girls' moans become increasingly passionate, as their hands roam
each others' backs - and begin to caress each other's asses.  Kay squeezes
Mindy tightly through her jeans, eliciting a groan - which is returned
loudly when Mindy's fingers grip the actual flesh of Kay's ass, as her
too-tight black dress has ridden up in back considerably.

   Zara looks at Jonathan, who is completely hypnotized.

   "Want to see them play with each others' tits?" Zara breathes into his
ear.

   The two women moan loudly with horror - particularly Zara's mother, who
she knows finds that idea repulsive, even with her yet-to-come
experimentation with girls.  Kay murmurs something that sounds like "no,
please" into Mindy's mouth.  But Jonathan, long past the point of no
return, nods again.  Zara giggles.

   "You heard him, girls."

   With whimpers of disgust, the girls' hands leave each others' asses and
move around to the front, where they begin pawing at each others' tits
through their clothes, still kissing passionately.  Mindy's covering
sweater falls down around her elbows while Kay squeezes her ample tits
through the white fabric of her blouse, thumbing her hardening nipples. 
Mindy squeezes Kay's through the dress - and Zara giggles as a black stain
of wetness begins to spread out across Kay's chest.

   Jonathan moans.  Zara glances down, to see his jeans quite visibly
bulging out.

   "Mmmm," Zara breathes, and reaches down to stroke the front of his
jeans, eliciting a loud gasp, "Someone likes this." At a sob from one of
the girls, Zara giggles, "Not them, yet - but they'll get there."

   As she slowly unzips Jonathan's fly, eliciting a moan, she murmurs,
"Maybe it's time for them to show us their tits."

   The girls sob - but can clearly not help themselves.  Mindy begins to
pull Kay's dress and bra straps down around her shoulders - but Kay doesn't
bother, and with a sob reaches in and rips Mindy's blouse open, buttons
flying everywhere and revealing the girl's plain white bra.  The two of
them wriggle against each other - and quickly Mindy's white bra falls away,
revealing quite perfect perky C-cup breasts, with surprisingly small pink
nipples.  Moments later, Kay's dress falls down onto her belly, as her own
bra falls away, revealing tits that, were they not swollen with milk, would
probably not be much larger than Zara's former tiny tits.  But now they are
quite visibly swollen, her dark nipples surprisingly puffy - and they are
spraying milk, splattering herself and leaving beads of it across the
moaning, sobbing Mindy's chest.

   "Uh-oh, Kay made a mess.  Better clean that up, don't you think,
Jonathan?"

   Jonathan groans, as Kay pulls her mouth from Mindy's lips for the first
time in quite a while, and - with a choked, disgusted sob - lowers her
mouth to begin licking and sucking at Mindy's nipples, cleaning her milk
off.  Mindy moans loudly, gasping with pleasure as her eyes go wide as Kay
sucks and licks, her own full tits dangling down and dripping milk
everywhere.

   "Oooo...Mindy is *sensitive*," Zara giggles.

   She turns her attention back to Jonathan, while her pregnant mother
suckles on another woman's breasts.  She looks down as she shoves down his
jeans - and his rock-hard cock springs free.  When she looks up, Jonathan
to her surprise is blushing furiously, and not looking at the two moaning
women.  She looks around and suddenly realizes - with another rush of
arousal - that they've drawn a crowd.  All of her younger mother's friends,
standing around muttering and watching with shock.

   "Aww - Jonathan, are you embarrassed to be exposed like that in public?
Here, let's hide you..."

   Zara steps around in front of Jonathan, lowering herself slightly in a
squat as she braces herself on the dresser nearby.  She reaches back to
lift the tip of his cock - and then slides back, her incredibly wet pussy
enveloping his cock with a slurp.  Jonathan moans loudly, reaching around
as much to steady himself as anything, and grabbing her large tits.  Zara
lets out a loud sigh of pleasure - but when he starts to thrust she pushes
back gently.

   "Slowly, baby - let's watch Mindy take her turn on Mommy's titties
first..."

   If anyone notices Zara's strange little slip, they are too distracted to
care as Kay pulls her mouth from Mindy's breasts, face contorted with lust
and disgust, and Mindy - with a whimper of horror and tears in her eyes -
lowers her mouth to one of Kay's swollen nipples, and begins gulping down
the pregnant woman's milk.

   Abby gasps as her body is hit by a rush of hot water, and she lets out a
squeak of disturbed pleasure at the hot water splattering against her
too-sensitive nipples.  She gasps in confusion at the sudden rush of
sensation, taking a few stumbling steps backwards before she realizes that
she is standing under a shower.  A dazed glance around reveals that she is
standing in what appears to be a locker room shower.

   She is naked, of course - except for pink plastic platform heels, she
notes with something between a laugh and a sob.  At least she'll be able to
walk.

   Abby glances around trying to get her bearings.  She's alone in the
showers, dripping wet.  She sees herself in the mirror, and lets out a
whimper - even though she is mercifully free of those horrible tattoos and
piercings, her body is still absurd, with her huge tits, and her puffed up
lips, and her hairless pussy, and her malformed ankles...

   She jumps at the sudden sound of voices from around the corner - women's
voices, talking and giggling.  Heart pounding with horror, she moves up to
the edge of the shower area to glance out, to try to figure out where she
is.

   As she does, her blood runs cold and she has to bite her lip to suppress
a whimper of dismay.

   She suddenly realizes that she knows *exactly* where she is.

   Filing in to the now too-familiar locker room from the outside are a
gaggle of teen girls.  All of whom Abby knows.  They are all wearing sweats
and t-shirts - a few in shorts - and are flushed and some slightly sweaty
from their recent exertion.

   Her high school cheerleading team.

   Abby draws a shuddering breath as the first girl in the room reaches
down and pulls her shirt off, revealing that she hadn't bothered to wear a
bra.  Tall, gorgeous, dark-skinned Pala, the lone indian girl on the team,
and the team captain.  The girl had always been so haughty and aloof -
lording herself over the other girls like they were beneath her...and had
always been particularly nasty to Abby.  Abby squirms as her old dislike of
the girl is washed away in a rush of heat from her now strongly bisexual
body at the sight of Pala's little breasts with their large, dark nipples.
Abby tears her eyes away...

   Only to find herself moaning softly as Allison bends over to pick up her
dropped sports bra, her huge soft breasts dangling down beneath her,
glistening with sweat.  Flat little Abby had always been jealous of those
monster tits the blonde had sported since puberty - never mind that they
seem small in comparison to Abby's current gigantic breasts.  Allison
straightens up as Abby feels a trickle of liquid trickle down her thigh,
that she is quite aware is not water from the shower.

   It seems like everywhere she looks her eyes light on one of her teen
friends - or at least teammates - whose increasingly naked bodies just fan
the flames of her lust, however disgusted she feels at herself.  Molly and
Holly, the redheaded twins with the flaming curls between their legs as
they strip off their panties and socks; Liz, the adorable raven-haired
little Jewish girl, and her adorable friend Chrissie, both on the swim team
with their lithe, toned, flat bodies; and...

   Abby chokes out a small sob.

   The two newest members of the squad.

   Jade - the incredibly tiny, short-haired Chinese-american girl.  Abby's
best friend since childhood - their mothers had been friends since before
they were born.  She stares at the cute, skinny girl's naked body, her dark
little nipples on her nearly nonexistent breasts, the tuft of black hair
between her thighs.

   Abby's nipples start to ache.

   And she drags her eyes over to the girl next to Jade.

   The tiny little dirty blonde - although slightly taller than Jade and,
amazingly, even with vaguely visible breasts in comparison.  The girl
laughs at something Jade says, turning to face her body towards the
still-hiding Abby.

   Who stares at the skinny little body of her much younger, oh so much
more innocent self.

   And suddenly, with a twist of disgust and horror, Abby realizes what she
has to do.  Of course they'd make her do this - what more horrible thing
could they have come up with for her?  Abby chokes back a sob, and grits
her teeth, summoning her resolve (trying to ignore the burning arousal in
her body).

   Drawing a shuddering breath, Abby ducks back into one of the toilet
stalls to think for a moment, biting her lip.  From her still-hidden
vantage point she watches as the first of the naked teens wanders into the
shower and turns on the spray.  Abby begins to tremble as Allison turns
around under the water, her huge-breasted form beginning to drip with
water, rivulets running down the valley between her large teenaged tits...

   She is quickly joined by the rest of the girls and it is all Abby can do
to stifle a revealing moan as she watches the gaggle of girls start to
shower and soap their young, lithe bodies up.  She lets out a small gasp
and looks down to realize that she's started to finger her already
incredibly wet pussy while she watches them, like some teenaged boy in a
bad 80s movie.  Which if it went the way it should, then next they would...

   Tiny Jade shivers first, and turns to the taller (Jade's head is about
nipple height), infinitely curvier Allison next to her.  She blinks as she
clearly struggles with herself, water streaming over her boyish little body
before swallowing...and reaching up with small soapy hands and cupping
Allison's big tits.

   The blonde squawks in surprise, looking down at the little asian girl in
shock.

   "Jade!  What are you...are you," the blonde trails off, and then lets
out a small sigh, her own expression showing her internal struggle,
"That...that feels...kinda nice, actually..."

   Confusion flickering across both of their young faces, the two girls
move closer together, Jade's tiny hands disappearing between Allison's huge
mounds while the taller blonde begins to soap up the little asian girl's
tanned body.  The other girls gasp and stare for a moment...and then slowly
start to pair off with varying degrees of struggle on their faces.  The
cutely freckled twins actually are first to follow, looking embarrassed but
giggling as they seem to fall into habits from when they were younger - and
before they had their own largish pale breasts.  Little Liz and Chrissie
are next, lathering up each others' slender little bodies - Chrissie
starting to pant slightly with a strange expression on her face as she
crouches with her face just inches from the brunette's ass and soaps up
Liz's thighs while the brunette leans with her palms against the wall,
biting her lip and gasping softly.  And finally...

   Pala is backed up against the wall, a look of terror mixing with
loathing on her face on her face as looks down at little Abby, who is
starting to soap up her dark skin.  Abby looks utterly disgusted and
horrified at what she is doing, her small body trembling as she rubs soap
over the taller girl's belly, her hands creeping towards the small breasts
above and shaking as Abby fights her compulsion.  Pala is murmuring
something like a mantra as she recoils ineffectually from Abby's wandering
hands:

   "Don't touch me...don't touch me...don't touch me..."

   Older Abby lets out a soft moan as she slips a second finger inside
herself, not having realized she'd lifted a heeled foot to the stall wall
to slide the first one in.  She is incredibly wet, and she can feel herself
losing control of herself in the rush of her body's intense heat.  But as
she slides her fingers in and out with a soft slurping sound, she can't
bring herself to care, as she watches herself soaping up Pala and her mind
pushes further into fantasy.

   Shockingly, it is one of the twins that responds to Abby's increasingly
depraved fantasies.  Holly blinks, licks her lips, and then - soapy hands
cupping Molly's soft breasts - leans in with a confused look and begins to
passionately kiss her sister.  Molly lets out a squeal of surprise - and
then a second squeal as Holly begins to thumb her sister's sensitive
nipples while she kisses her.

   "H-Holly...s-stop, I - ohhhhh..."

   That brief whimper of protest is all that Molly manages, before she
starts to moan and tremble while her sister kisses her and presses their
bodies together.

   Liz and Chrissie are next - as Liz's gasps take on a panting,
animalistic quality before she moans softly.

   "Oh god...oh god Chrissie what are you doing...?"

   Chrissie lets out a soft sob as her fingers begin to first brush and
then caress Liz's pussy lips as the other girl trembles like a small
animal. Chrissie's nostrils flare as the scent of Liz's increasingly wet
pussy wafts over her, now less than an inch away, and she unconsciously
licks her lips and whimpers.  With her other trembling hand, she reaches
up...and Liz lets out a shocked yelp as Chrissie, looking both disgusted
with herself and fascinated, begins to gently stroke Liz's anus, causing
the little pink star to twitch and pucker.

   "Ohhhh god!  Ohhhh yeah...lick me, you little slut...beg me for it..."

   Allison, on the other hand, has her hand on the back of poor Jade's
head, forcing the tiny, sobbing, obviously disgusted little asian girl's
face into her pussy while she growls orders at the horrified Jade.  Abby's
lustful thoughts seem to have only released Allison's existing dark
inhibitions, as she lifts one limber leg to the wall, allowing Jade better
access to her dripping pussy and grinning darkly with wild eyes.  The
little asian girl sobs again, and murmurs something like "please don't make
me lick you", muffled by her face buried in Allison's crotch.

   As for little Abby...

   Abby moans in frustration as she sees her teenaged self fighting her
lustful signal as best she can.  Both Abby and Pala are sobbing as they
make out, their young bodies rubbing wetly against each other - but so far
managing to avoid anything beyond rubbing their hands over each other's
asses.

   With a groan, the older Abby realizes she's going to need to take a more
active role if she is going to break her younger self.  She slides her
fingers out of herself with a wet slurp and a whimper of disappointment,
and then staggers out of the stall on her plastic heels over to the two
prudish girls.  At first all the women are too distracted by their various
mostly semi-voluntary activities.  But then Pala - her nipples shockingly
hard, in spite of her moaned protests - looks up and her eyes go wide.  She
squawks in shocked horror and manages to pull her mouth from Abby's -
though their tongues still twist and tease each other, muffling her speech
- long enough to moan:

   "Who the hell are you?  Oh my god...don't look at us...please...we can't
mmmmmmmm..."

   Her protest is cut off with a sob as she begins kissing Abby
passionately again.  The little version of Abby twitches her eyes
backwards, but can't pull herself away enough to see who is standing behind
her.  Older Abby glances at Pala - and catches the look of disgust the
dark-skin teen levels at her fake-titted, high heeled form.  Abby feels a
surge of furious resentment at the younger girl's obvious disdain...and
slowly smiles nastily.  Her original goal forgotten for the moment, she
steps up behind herself, pressing her large tits into her younger self's
shoulder blades, eliciting a soft, frightened whimper.  She leans down and
whispers in her younger self's ear, loudly enough that Pala can hear it as
the two of them make out.

   "She looks down on everyone here, doesn't she?  Let's make it so she can
never look down on another girl ever again..."

   Pala's eyes flicker momentarily with fear, before her haughty look
returns, while little Abby just moans in confusion, squeezed between the
two girls.  Abby slides a hand down her younger self's arm, feeling her
tremble against her (little Abby's warm shudder sending disturbingly
pleasant sensations through her older self's too-sensitive nipples), until
the older girl's fingers wrapped around the younger girl's.  Slowly, older
Abby slides her younger self's hand around Pala's waist.

   As the two girls realize where Abby is guiding her younger hand, young
Abby lets out a soft sob of protest, while Pala's eyes flare with anger and
fear.  And then the indian girl jerks and makes a small pathetic sound as
little Abby's fingers slide between her pussy lips from behind, her eyes
taking on a horrified expression.  And then a slow smile spreads across
older Abby's face as she feels a sudden trickle of warm, slippery fluid
dripping down her younger self's fingers.

   "Oh my," murmurs Abby, "I think proper, haughty Pala is really turned on
by having another girl playing with her body.  Aren't you, Pala?"

   Pala chokes out a protesting moan into little Abby's mouth, but it turns
to a groan as older Abby forces her younger self's fingers deeper into
Pala's soaking wet snatch, and then slides her fingers up to brush the
indian girl's clit.  This elicits a sobbing squeal from the dark-skinned
girl.

   Which is followed by another choked sob as the older woman grabs the
younger girl's wrist and pulls it away from the trembling Indian teen's
pussy.  Younger Abby lets out a soft sob of confusion of her own, as older
Abby pulls her hand out and then steps back, pulling the girls apart.  Pala
stands there trembling...

   And then lets out a horrified sob as older Abby lifts younger Abby's
fingers in front of the Indian girl's face - fingers which are slick with a
shocking amount of Pala's juices.

   "Clean her off, Pala," whispers older Abby, excitedly.

   "N-no, please..." moans the Indian teen, nose wrinkling at the smell of
her own pussy.

   "Lick.  It."

   Pala shudders and sobs again with horror - but the force of Abby's
irresistible will and arousal makes the poor girl twitch...and stick out
her tongue to begin licking her pussy juice off of younger Abby's fingers.
She is visibly disgusted - and yet licks the younger girl's fingers clean,
whimpering and shuddering.

   Older Abby's eyes are aflame with arousal and lust.

   "You like that, Pala?  You like the taste of your wet, slutty pussy?"

   Pala sobs and tries to stammer out a protest.

   "Sure you do...you crave to taste your dirty cunt, don't you.  That's
all you are good for...being a wet, slutty, dirty cunt..."

   Pala gasps and twitches at each of older Abby's hissed words, clearly
fighting it - and losing.  Her dark nipples are hard as the water from the
showers and the humid air causes her to sweat and drip - both on her dark
skin and increasingly between her legs.

   Whatever other plan older Abby had seems to be lost in her own haze of
lust and power.  She sneers at Pala.

   "On the ground you dirty slut...that's all you are...a pathetic slut who
desperately wants...*needs* to be used...on the ground and grovel and beg
for it..."

   Pala starts to sink, sobbing and groaning.  She is clearly fighting the
compulsion, and losing again.  Finally she ends up on the shower floor,
sobbing softly, tight little brown ass up in the air while her chest is
pressed against the tiles.

   "Beg for it," hisses Abby, "And don't you *dare* touch yourself or we'll
send you over to the boy's locker room like this..."

   Pala sobs.

   "P-Please...please...I am so horny," the miserable Indian teen groans
out.

   "Please what?"

   "P-please...play with me..."

   "Play with your what?"

   "Play with my...with my," Pala sobs, fighting the words, "Please play
with my vagina..."

   Abby lets out a small, slightly hysterical laugh.

   "Oh, you don't have one of those any more.  Oh no...what is between your
legs...is the wettest, sluttiest, nastiest...whatever word you hate the
most, that's all it is to you from now on...say it..."

   Pala sobs for a moment, clearly struggling.  And then:

   "P-please...p-play with my...c-c-cunt.  Oh god...please...my...my
wet...oh god...so horny...play with my cunt...my dirty cunt...please..."

   Abby is gasping with arousal as she stares at the gorgeous Indian
cheerleader demeaning herself, sobbing on the floor.  She licks her lips,
eyes blazing, all of her powerlessness from the last several days suddenly
coalescing with her lust...

   "You're not a woman...not even a girl any more...you're just a slutty
little animal, crawling on the ground desperate for relief...you'll do
anything for it...anything to get someone to touch that dirty cunt of yours
for you...

   Pala squirms and mewls pathetically, equal parts protest and
acquiescence.

   "Lick Abby's feet like the pathetic little thing you are...beg to be
used..."

   Pala makes a strangled sound - and then crawls forward and begins to
desperately lick the younger girl's painted toes, whimpering and sobbing
softly.  It's clear from her wild eyes that the crushing arousal that the
older version of Abby has thrust upon her is shredding the proud Indian
girl's psyche, drawing a clear line from her disgust and self-loathing to
her lust.

   "Please...please...I am a thing...a toy...use me...I will do
anything...so horny..."

   "Did I say a thing?  Even that is too good a name for you...I think you
named yourself...cunt."

   Pala lets out a horrified sob, and Abby grins, eyes wild.

   "That's right...cunt.  That's your real name now, isn't it?  Say
it...say it until that's how you think of yourself..."

   "I'm...my name is...Cunt," Pala chokes out, and then shudders with
self-loathing mixed with arousal, "I'm...I'm Cunt..."

   The girl sobs and sucks on little Abby's painted toenails while she
mutters and squirms, moaning her new name out.  Older Abby gasps and
realizes she has started to pull on her nipples again, as her own arousal
watching the scene is making her dizzy.  She looks at her younger self...

   And gasps as she sees the girl staring down at groveling Pala with
disgust and horror.  Little Abby is far to proper to have even the faintest
idea of how to react to her captain's degradation, let alone to be aroused
by it.  Or, as older Abby so desperately wants, to take advantage of it. 
Older Abby moans, her own arousal threatening to overwhelm her, but forces
herself to remember why she is here.  She chokes out a small sob, realizing
she should do to little Abby what she is doing to Pala...she should turn
her into a mewling little thing desperate to be used by anyone that will
have her.

   Or...

   She could...

   With a shudder, Abby slides around behind her younger self, still
staring down at Pala in horror while the girl laps at her feet, ass in the
air.  The older girl's heels make her tall enough that her huge breasts
slide over little Abby's shoulder's pillowing her neck.  The little woman
shudders, and then moans in almost-protest when the older Abby reaches
around to start playing with her nipples.

   "Isn't it hot...knowing she's broken...that she'll do anything...no
matter how much it disgusts her...?"

   "I - I don't understand," sobs young Abby, "Why is she...oh god..."

   "It turns you on, doesn't it?  The thought of using her?  Of having Cunt
as your dirty little sex toy?  Of seeing proud, proper Pala turned into
nothing but a set of holes to be used..."

   Pala sobs loudly, then moans, licking Abby's toes again.  Little Abby
does the same...but from her breathing and the rock-hardness of her erect
little nipples, older Abby can tell the effect she's having on her younger
self.  Submissive little Abby would never have gotten off on a power trip
like this...until now.

   "Just think," older Abby breathes, dizzy with her modified body's
arousal as she presses on her younger self's shoulders, "you own
her...she's a worthless little Cunt...not even good enough to pleasure
you...unless she begs for it..."

   Slowly, little Abby lowers herself into a squatting position while her
older self gently pushes on her shoulders.  Only as she reaches the level
of Pala's head do her eyes go wide with a shuddering gasp as she realizes
what she is being positioned for.  Pala, for her part whimpers with disgust
even as she continues licking Abby's feet, but looks up to see the younger
girl's pussy just inches away.  The Indian woman shudders.

   "Please..." she chokes out in a strangled sob.

   "Please what?" hisses older Abby.

   "P-Please...I c-can't...don't make me..."

   "What?  Don't make who?"

   "D-Don't m-make Cunt..."

   The dark-skinned teen shivers with a sob...and then slowly starts
licking her way up younger Abby's thigh, grunting and whimpering softly. 
She gags slightly when her tongue reaches the dribble of Abby's juices
running down the inside of her leg, and then pauses.

   "P-Please," Pala says in a strangled voice, "Please let Cunt...lick
you..."

   Trembling little Abby whimpers - and before older Abby can say anything
she suddenly drops her hips...setting her pussy down on Pala's extended
tongue.  The Indian girl makes a choked noise...and then Abby lets out a
shocked moan as the girl's tongue belies her whimper and starts to stroke
the wet folds of little Abby's pussy.

   Older Abby stares down at them for a moment, burning with arousal as she
watches the dark-skinned girl begin to suck and slurp at her younger self's
pussy.  Then, finally, her own arousal overwhelming anything resembling
rational thought, older Abby stumbles forward, stepping over her younger
self's head, places her hands on the wall, and shoves her own dripping
pussy backwards...into younger Abby's face.

   The small woman, still moaning at being licked, recoils from the pussy
being shoved in her face with a moan of disgust.

   Older Abby is too turned on to allow for anything else.

   "Lick me," she moans, "Shove your face in my wet cunt...like the little
slut you are..."

   Little Abby makes a small, pathetic animal sound of disgust.

   And then Older Abby squeals as she feels her younger self's mouth close
around her sopping cunt, the younger woman moaning in pleasure and disgust
as her tongue starts to wander between her older self's pussy lips, while
Pala licks wetly from below.

   "Mark?  Where did you go?  I thought we were going to OH MY GOD!!!"

   At the sobbing, horrified screech, even Jane is distracted enough to
slide her mouth off of the boy's - Mark's - cock, a trail of precum
dangling from the tip to her lips, and look up in surprise.  Standing there
in a bikini is a slender raven-haired girl, probably a couple of years
younger than the young Jane.  Her eyes are welling with tears as her hand
covers her mouth.

   "D-Debbie..." croaks Mark, cock twitching in Jane's still gently
stroking hand.

   "Debbie...?" Jane whimpers, her expression falling to one of abject
horror.

   The brunette teen lowers her hand, her expression becoming, if possible,
even more horrified.

   "JANE?!"

   Mark looks down, his cock twitching again.  His eyes go wide.

   "Wait...Counselor Jane?" he rasps, staring with disbelief at the slutty
redhead on her knees in front of him.

   On screen, text flashes up, identifying the brunette teen as "Debbie,
Jane's Sister," and the boy as "Mark, Debbie's future husband."

   A flicker of horrible intelligence flashes through Jane's eyes, as for a
brief moment her brain mercilessly pulls forth memories.  Of her little
sister coming home from camp telling them about the boy she's in love with.
Of Debbie dating Mark through college till they later got married, and now
have several kids.  And of Debbie at her bachelorette party drunkenly
telling the story of going skinny dipping with Mark at camp, and both of
their first time having sex on the beach of the lake...

   Jane makes a choked sob, clearly trying to focus enough to explain, to
beg Debbie's forgiveness...

   When Mark grunts, as Jane's absently stroking hand and the realization
that he was being sucked off by the redheaded counselor he and his young
friends used to fantasize about in the shower prove too much for his young
cock, and he begins to spray ropes of warm cum over the kneeling Jane.

   The change in her demeanor is immediate and shocking, as she squeals in
delight, turning her face into the blasting member to catch as much as she
can in her mouth.  She begins to shudder and moan loudly, quote obviously
cumming from the jingling shaking of her body, and the sudden rush of
liquid dripping through her shorts to puddle beneath her.

   By the time Mark finishes blasting cum over her, gasping for breath,
Jane's face and glasses are coated with it, and she continues licking what
drips down over her lips, moaning with delight.  She blinks open smeared,
sticky eyes behind her glasses - to see her little sister staring down at
her with abject disgust.

   "Oh my god --oh my god --" Debbie whispers, slowly shaking her head in
disbelief.

   "Debbie --wait - I - I," stammers Mark.

   Debbie backs towards the door, choking out a sob.

   "Oh my god --you - you both --how could you --I - I have to get out of
here --"

   Emotions flicker across Jane's face rapidly as her brain struggles with
her body and her distant memories of who she used to be.  Finally, she
bites her lip and then murmurs:

   "You have to stay here, Debbie."

   Debbie stares down at her cum-covered sister, tears streaming down her
cheeks - not seeming to notice that she's stopped backing away.

   "F-fuck you Jane!  How could you!?  And - what did you do to yourself!?
I hate you!  I-"

   "Come down here with me --"

   "WHAT?!  I'm not going to get on the floor like some slutty - wait
--what?"

   Debbie's misery turns to anger - and then to fear, as even as she
protests her sister's command, she lowers herself to her knees, kneeling a
few feet from her cum-drenched sister.  She recoils in disgust as the smell
of cum hits her for the first time, her nose wrinkling.  Jane misses this
as she looks up at Mark, eyes blinking through their coating of cum.  She
giggles.

   "Mark, you wanna see us kiss?"

   "What?!" Debbie squeals in horror.

   Mark stares down at the two girls, and then makes a jerking nod, even as
he blushes scarlet.  Debbie looks up at him, continuing to cry.

   "That's sick!  I'm not going to --oh god --wait --"

   She moans as she starts to lean forward, her face screwing up with
disgust, her young body trembling.  Jane giggles - a little hysterically -
as she moves her cum-covered face closer to her sister's, closer --and
finally their lips touch.  Both of them moan, though it is hard to tell
which is moaning with disgust or with pleasure.  Debbie lets out a little
sob - but begins to passionately kiss her sister, her face starting to
smear with cum as they begin to make out.

   Jane pulls the younger brunette closer, her hands sliding over her
sister's back - until they reach the knot of her little bikini.  Debbie
whimpers, as Jane pulls the knot free, letting the back fall loose, then
moving her hand up to the neck.  After a moment, the bikini slides off
entirely, giving brief glimpses of Debbie's still-small breasts.  As they
continue to kiss, Debbie making small whimpers and sobs, her dark little
nipples slowly begin to visibly harden.

   Finally, Jane pulls back, leaving Debbie gasping for breath and
trembling.  Some of Mark's cum has smeared onto Debbie's mouth, and she
licks her lips - then makes a small horrified expression as she realizes
what she is tasting for the first time, from her sister's lips.  However,
her little nostrils flare, as she looks slightly dazed, seemingly having
forgotten that she is topless for the first time in front of Mark, who is
staring at the two girls with an open mouth, his half-soft cock twitching
again.

   "What's --what's that --smell --?" Debbie moans softly.

   Jane looks down, to find that her t-shirt is soaked clean through from
her copiously dripping breasts, having increased their leakage with her
orgasm.  With another slightly hysterical giggle, Jane reaches down and
pulls her drenched t-shirt over her head with a jingle - revealing her
too-large, drippingly full tits, as well as the disgustingly slutty tattoos
covering her body and her jingling pierced nipples.  Mark gasps at the
image before him.

   "Oh god," sobs Debbie, eyes going wide in disbelief as she stares in
horror at the sick fantasy her sister's body has become.

   Jane, however, reaches down and lifts one of her fat, swollen tits, and
lifts it up towards the disgusted Debbie's face, milk dripping down the
piercing through her nipple.

   "Doesn't it smell yummy?  I'll bet you wanna taste..."

   Debbie's face screws up with disgust - even as she starts to lean in,
nostrils flaring again.  She falls onto all fours, crawling forward...

   "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "Please --no --I --I don't --mmmpphhhh
--"

   Her lips close over Jane's dripping nipple, and she begins to suck her
sister's tit and whimper softly.  Jane arches her back, gasping with
pleasure as she leans back on her hands, thrusting her chest forward.  A
stupid grin spreads over her face as she moans and gasps as her sister
sucks her nipple.  Finally, she looks up to see Mark still staring at the
incredible scene like a deer in headlights.

   "Oh that feels soooo goood," she moans, and reaches up to her other
nipple to squeeze out some milk, "Ohhh Mark --you want some --?"

   Mark's eyes widen and he pulls away - but she raises her wet hand to his
face, and his eyes glaze over.  With a small whimper of disgust, he follows
her hand back down, falls to all fours - and begins to suck on her other
nipple.  Both teens make small whimpers of horror at what they are doing,
even as they gulp down milk from the redhead's tattooed tits, while she
moans in pleasure.  Languidly, Jane reaches back and pulls on the string of
Debbie's bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the ground and leaving her
virginal sister fully naked in front of a boy for the first time.

   Neither Debbie or Mark seems to notice, as Jane leans hear head back and
moans softly with pleasure as the two teens continue to suck on her milky
nipples.



   Ginny's head swims as she pads softly after her mother, and tries to
internalize what just happened.  She just interrupted her parents' meeting.
And The Proprietor said this would all be real.  So --oh god, does this
mean she wouldn't be born?  But - she's still here.  So --do they still
meet?  Or is it not set yet?  Or --

   Ginny pauses, trembling, as Helen opens the door to the back of the
building, revealing a wide fenced in yard.  The scent that hits Ginny is
overwhelming.

   Dogs.

   Lots of dogs.

   Lots of *male* dogs.

   Ginny stands their paralyzed with terror as she stares out at the dogs
behind the second fence, running and yipping, and playing - several of
which have stopped to stare their way.  She feels a gentle tugging on her
leash.

   "Come on now, Buttercup - they won't hurt you.  These are the nice dogs
- the ones I let play during the day.  Come on now."

   Ginny stumbles after her, emotions rushing through her.  Terror at the
sight of the dozen or more dogs of all sizes bounding in the open area. 
Disgust that she is being led to the play yard with the other dogs, since
that is all that she is.

   But as the scent continues to wash over her, she feels mostly --

    --Heat.

   Oh god.

   Soooo.

   Fucking.

   Horny.

   What little of her mind is able to function recoils in horror at the
realization that she is clearly a bitch in heat.  But it is overwhelmed by
the sensation of her body going into overdrive.  Her nipples painfully
hard. The intense ache between her her hind legs, begging for use, as her
pussy begins to grow wetter, and wetter and wetter --

   She whines softly - in terror or desperation she can no longer say - as
Helen leads her through the gate into the play area and unhooks the leash
from Ginny's collar.  Ginny stands there, blinking and shivering as the
other dogs start to circle around them.  She is panting heavily now.

   Helen looks around in amused confusion at the other dogs' behavior.

   "What are you guys doing?  Buttercup is the new girl, you have to come
say hello and be nice.  You --"

   She trails off and her eyes widen slightly as she suddenly realizes what
is happening.

   "Oh dear.  You're in *heat*, aren't you, you poor thing.  I didn't even
think - well, we'll need to get you fixed, first thing then.  Maybe we
shouldn't --"

   Helen trails off again as Ginny looks up at her with pleading eyes. 
This time, the pleading is not to be recognized, or to be helped, or
anything so human.

   Those eyes are pleading to not take her away from this *wonderful* smell
--this intense craving --this heat that the bitch is feeling that she so
desperately needs sated by all these wonderful, inquisitive, so very male
dogs...

   Helen draws a shuddering breath - and if Ginny were capable of noticing
such things, she might have noticed her mother's nipples suddenly become
visible through her bra and blouse as they harden, and her breathing
quickens, and the leash slips from her fingers.  Helen's eyes glaze over
slightly as she looks suddenly confused.

   "I --I feel so --odd --"

   The woman slumps against the fence, gasping for breath.

   Ginny however, is largely oblivious to this.  Her eyes have become
completely focused on the pack circling her - and in particular, the big
Rottweiler that was so clearly the alpha dog at the front of the pack.

   Buttercup has never wanted anyone or anything more in her entire life.

   The dog circles her, sniffing.  When he stops to sniff her face and
licks her briefly, she whines and licks him back desperately, her ears
twitching submissively.  Somewhere, distantly, she hears what sounds like a
human girl sobbing in terror and disgust, but she looks over at the human
woman with her, and sees that she is standing frozen against the fence,
panting and staring at Buttercup.  Buttercup can smell the woman's musky
scent, recognizing it faintly as human female arousal.  Something about
that bothers her --but she can't think of what.

   So she ignores the cries of the unseen girl, standing trembling, aching,
waiting...

   When she feels the snout of the Rottweiler cold between her hind legs,
she jerks as though a shock has gone through her.  A low whuff of warning
from him freezes her again.  There is a pause - and then Buttercup lets out
a loud whine as his long tongue slides wetly over her sopping pussy,
sending a blast of pleasure through her.

   She pants heavily, looking up languidly as the human woman moans,
watching the dog lick her.  The woman has turned bright red - but the smell
of her arousal has increased as a hand is now rubbing the blue fabric
between her legs.  Buttercup watches those nimble human fingers, her own
paws twitching in some sort of muscle memory, as the woman, with a small
sob, lifts the blue fabric to reveal another piece of white fabric beneath,
visibly wet.  The woman moans as she shoves the thin white fabric down over
her pale thighs, revealing a cluster of damp blond curls over a glistening
pink slit...

   Then Buttercup feels a sudden thump of weight on her back, and lets out
a soft yelp.  The Rottweiler thrusts against her leg, then against her ass
(distantly, the wail of the human girl grows louder) - then --

   Buttercup howls as she is suddenly *very* full and -
in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out - the Rottweiler begins to pound rapidly in and
out of her sopping cunt in heat.  Her doggy hips hump back against him as
she feels his warmth spraying into her, and his swelling inside her,
growing bigger and bigger --

   Suddenly Buttercup howls again, her yips and barks growing hoarse as she
cums - a very human orgasm coupled with her doggy heat driving her to new
heights of pleasure and need.  She feels painfully stretched now, but soooo
goood...

   Finally, after what seems an eternity, the pleasure blast fades to
repeated ripples and Buttercup begins to whine, already thinking about the
next of the pack that can fuck her, and whose puppies she will have...

   Ginny surges forward with sobbing yips and whines of horror at what is
happening, vying with the sex-addled Buttercup for control - mentally if
not physically.  Sobbing and whining, she looks over at her mother --

   Helen is sitting on the ground staring at them - quite obviously at
where the Rottweiler's swollen cock is tied to Buttercup's - *Ginny's* -
stretched pussy.  The blonde woman looks horrified and confused where she
is now sitting with her panties around her ankles, glistening fingers
working furiously over a very wet pussy.  She is gasping for breath,
clearly working towards an orgasm...

   Suddenly a large St.  Bernard steps between them, panting, and sniffs at
Ginny.  Buttercup surges forth along with another wave of heat at his
scent, her pussy twitching painfully around the softball inside her.

   The Rottweiler lets out a low rumbling growl of warning from his perch
on top of the blonde dog-girl, and the St.  Bernard, cowed, backs away...

   And turns to look at the human woman, sniffing the air.

   Helen gasps for breath.

   "B-Boots," she breathes at the dog, "G-Good boy, Boots --"

   The large dog moves over to her and sniffs her face - then licks her. 
Helen makes something between a laugh and a sob, lifting her chin so that
the dog can lick her neck rather than her mouth, then shivers visibly as he
does so.  She has her eyes closed, trembling, fingers still working slowly
between her legs, so she doesn't see as Boots sniffs the air, and then
lowers his big head --

   "OHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

   Helen's eyes shoot open as Boots' long tongue wraps around her wet
fingers to draw over her wet lips and brush her clit, and her back arches
in pleasure.  She yanks her hands away, seemingly to push him back --

   "OH GOD!  BOOTS!  WAIT!  S-STOP!!!"

   Her face is a mix of horror and shock as the huge dog ignores her feeble
squirming - and shoves his snout between her thighs, his long tongue
lapping up the salty liquid from its source.

   Ginny stares in horror as she sees her mother - her sweet, catholic,
virgin-till-married mother - squirming with a dog's tongue between her
legs. Finally, Ginny becomes aware enough to realize that she must have
somehow imposed her own heat onto her mother, driving her crazy with lust.
Ginny whines, trying to pull forward to intervene --

   Then lets out a wail of pain and unwanted pleasure as the Rottweiler
heaves himself off of her, and twists his knot around inside her, leaving
them tied ass-to-ass.  With a whuff of annoyance, he starts to pull away -
forcing a painfully whining Ginny to start backing away with him or let him
pull the softball inside her painfully out before it begins to deflate. 
Ginny stares at her mother, as she is slowly pulled across the yard.

   "Oh god --please --I can't," sobs Helen, soft breasts heaving as she
grabs the fence behind her, any pretense of pushing away the dog licking
her gone from anywhere but her mind, "Please I - huh huh huh hunh HUNH HUK
HUK HUK HUK HUK!!!"

   With a funny squealing hiccuping sound, Helen's eyes go wide, and her
back arches as she begins to cum loudly.  Tears roll down her face -
whether of pleasure or humiliation it is hard to say - but there is no
doubt that she is experiencing what is probably her first orgasm, and it is
a mind-blowingly powerful one.

   Finally, sobbing, Helen slumps to the side.  Boots lifts his face,
licking his very wet muzzle happily, and stares at her.  Helen, trembling
tries to stand - but is far to shaky to do so.  She rolls exhaustedly onto
all fours...

   She is small enough and Boots is large enough that he doesn't even need
to rest on her when he quickly moves over her perfectly positioned body. 
Far too late, Helen realizes her horrible mistake as the St.  Bernard
begins to thrust against her.

   "Wait," she sobs, "WAIT!  Boots!  Stop!  I don't - please, not my first
tiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

   Her words rise into a scream of shock and pain as the large dog's cock
plunges into her, ripping through her hymen.  Helen sobs in pain and horror
as the dog fucks her frantically, loud squelching sounds coming from
between her legs.  She starts to try to crawl forward, but the dog growls
and thrust into her harder, lifting her off the ground with a squeal of
pain, and she collapses forward.  She begins to grunt in a slow, mindless
rhythm, her eyes glazing over as her brain starts to shut down as her body
is thrust back and forth by her massive first lover.

   Ginny lets out a long, low whine of horror as she watches her mother -
her mother who was so disappointed in Ginny for not waiting till her
wedding night, as *she* had, as any good girl would - giving her virginity
to a large St.  Bernard.  All because of Ginny.

   And then she lets out another long whine - as she realizes that her heat
is rising again.  Ginny starts to pant, feeling Buttercup scrambling in her
mind to be let loose once more to breed.

   Faintly she realizes her mother's noises have changed.  They are no
longer broken sobbing grunts.  Suddenly they are soft whimpers - and not
wholly of pain.  Her mother blinks - and starts panting.  She sticks out
her tongue, and begins to pant like a dog, even as her whimpers grow in
volume.  Her eyes are more than a little wild - something seems to have
broken inside the poor woman - but it is clear that she has somehow turned
herself over to what is happening to her, pretending to be a dog in her
head, feeling her doggy lover's swelling doggy cock inside her --

   Suddenly Helen erupts into another hiccuping orgasm - this time her
hiccups sounding faintly like loud barks around her panting tongue.  Her
dirty bare feet kick against the ground, her sandals long since having
fallen off.  Her fingers claw the grass as she chokes out her orgasm,
levering herself back up onto all fours and thrusting herself back against
her huge doggy lover.

   Finally her orgasm starts to wind down and she begins to shudder with
the aftershocks, her hips twitching against the knot swelling inside her,
eliciting new small whimpers of pain and some pleasure.  Helen begins to
gasp out small sobs.

   A noise makes her look up - and her eyes go wide.

   Burt is standing there, openmouthed.  Holding two sandwiches.

   "Oh god --please --Burt," Helen moans, hoarsely.

   Emotions war over Burt's face - disgust, arousal, confusion, disbelief.

   He finally settles on anger.

   "This --you - you sneer at me when I come on to you --and you are back
here fucking the *dogs*?!  You're too good for me - but not too good to be
some dog's bitch?!"

   Helen recoils, pulling back underneath the still-panting St.  Bernard.

   "What - no --I --I," she chokes out a sob, then moans as the huge dog
shifts above her, "Th-this is my first time --I mean, I couldn't help it
--"

   "Oh, is that it?  You're some sort of bitch in heat?"

   "No, I - UNGGHH!"

   Helen's eyes go wide as Boots suddenly squirms around, spinning to be
ass-to-ass like the Rottweiler and Ginny.  His hugely inflated cock twists
around inside her ruined pussy as she sobs in confusion and pain - and then
Boots lays down behind her with a whine, pulling the trapped Helen down
into a humiliating and off-balance squatting position, with her skirt just
barely covering her still-occupied cunt.

   Burt chuckles.

   "Well, I guess maybe you *are* some sort of bitch in heat.  Look at
you."

   "Please," sobs Helen, "I'm stuck --"

   The man chuckles nastily, then seems to consider.

   "Well, maybe I could help you.  If you give me a better look."

   Helen stares at him for a moment - and then looks down to where he is
staring.  She moans softly - and then, dazed, reaches down to lift up her
skirt with trembling fingers.  Her face burns with shame as Burt makes a
pleased sound, as she reveals her blonde curls and cunt, swollen where
Boots' pink knot is stretching her out.  Burt licks his lips.

   "I think I need a look up top too."

   "What?  But --"

   At Burt's stare, Helen chokes out a sob - and then shakily begins to
unbutton her blouse.  After a moment the white shirt falls away, revealing
a plain white bra beneath.  With hesitating, trembling hands, Helen reaches
behind her back.

   When her soft tits bounce loose, Burt sucks in his breath.  Ginny
stares, having never seen her mother naked before - the blonde woman really
is like a curvier, slightly squatter version of her skinny daughter.  Or at
least what her skinny daughter used to be.

   "Please --help," moans the now mostly naked Helen, blushing furiously.

   Burt grins, and reaches down to fumble with his pants.

   "Well, maybe I can feed you a bone --"

   Helen is sufficiently exhausted and innocent that she just looks
confused - until his thick cock pops free.  She moans in disgust at the
sight of it.

   Ginny lets out a low whine as she is forced to watch her mother's
humiliation.  Terror fills the dog-girl as she tries to imagine what this
might do to her mother in the future.  Fucking a dog?  Being naked and
doing who knows what with the dog catcher?  Her sweet virginal mother was
clearly already broken.  And could never --

   Suddenly, Ginny realizes with horror her only way out.  Her mother's
only way out.  With a long low whine, Ginny trembles --

    --and lets Buttercup take control again, with all her mindless heat
that Ginny had been fighting down.

   Ginny is no longer aware enough to observe it, but Helen suddenly
shudders, her eyes glazing over.

   "Wh-wha?  Ohhh --."

   She moans softly as her nipples atop her largish breasts suddenly harden
quite visibly.  She begins to pant, obviously confused and overwhelmed by
whatever is filling her head from the dim and excited Buttercup.

   Burt notices this change in the woman's demeanor, and sneers.

   "Jeezus, you really *are* in heat, aren't you?  Well then, let's get you
that bone --"

   He steps up in front of the dazed blond woman, and dangles his cock in
front of her mouth.  Languidly, she looks up at him, mouth hanging open. 
With a small chuckle, he grabs her hair, and tilts her head back - before
sliding his cock between her lips.

   Helen moans with disgust and tries to turn her head away - but his hold
on her hair keeps her in place.

   "Suck it, bitch,"

   After a moment, she makes a soft whimper - but begins to slowly,
inexpertly bob her head up and down on his cock.  Burt lets out a soft
groan of his own as he stares down at the curvy little blond woman
squatting with his cock in her mouth, still tied to the large St.  Bernard
behind her.  Her eyes still glazed with lust emanating from the dog-girl
across the yard, Helen's whimpers shift to soft moans, as her little hips
start to absently try to hump, pulling on the knot inside her and eliciting
confused moans of pain intermixed with those of pleasure.

   Across the yard, Buttercup squats, panting and watching the spectacle in
front of her.  Her tongue lolls out while she remains tied to her own doggy
lover - who, more impatient, suddenly tugs - and his knot pops free,
eliciting a yelp of pain from Buttercup, followed by a splattering rush of
cum from her distended pussy.  The Rottweiler, finished with his business,
wanders away and plops down to lick his glistening, still-swollen cock.

   Buttercup - her eyes still dim with the dog-personality that Ginny has
let overwhelm her - looks confused for a moment --and then curls up on the
ground herself.  She sniffs the scent between her legs - and then bends
with Ginny's still-impossible flexibility to start licking the salty dog
cum from her own pussy.  Buttercup's eyes flicker briefly with horror - and
then she seems to force Ginny back down and settles into licking herself
clean.

   Meanwhile, Helen has continued to suck Burt's cock, her soft tits
dangling and swaying gently beneath her in her squatting position. 
Suddenly Boots decides he's also done - and with a sudden kick that elicits
a squeal of pain from Helen, he pulls away from her, dragging her backwards
and off of the disappointed Burt's cock, a long line of saliva and pre-cum
dangling from her lips.  Suddenly, his knot pops free, eliciting a much
louder whine of pain from the woman - and an incredible amount of cum
begins to pour out of her, splattering on the ground beneath her.  Helen
gasps as she falls to all fours, dripping from her incredibly abused
no-longer-virginal cunt.

   Burt looks over at where Buttercup is licking herself, making small
confused noises of pleasure, and laughs roughly.

   "Well, bitch - think you can clean yourself like that other new bitch
over there?"

   Helen looks over at the female dog, lapping her cunt clean, and shudders
and moans in horror.

   "Please," she whispers in horror, "Please --I'm not a bitch --but --I'm
soooo horny --"

   Burt sneers down at the woman.

   "Oh, I'm pretty sure you're just a bitch in heat now.  In fact --"

   Burt walks over to the fence, reaching over and grabbing two items off
of the table beyond.  He turns, holding a collar and a leash.  He squats
down in front of the trembling blonde, and reaches down to fasten the
collar around her neck.  She tries to pull away with a moan - but he
reaches down and fondles one of her nipples, eliciting a shocked squeal of
pleasure.  She pants - and stays still as he tightens the dog collar around
her neck, then fastens the leash to it with a click of finality.

   She looks up at him, blinking away tears through her clearly
overwhelming arousal.  Burt grins down at her softly - then looks over at
Buttercup, who is suddenly making strange yips and whines as she cums,
squirming on the ground.  Burt's grin widened.

   "Come on girl," he sneers at Helen, tugging on the leash.  The blonde
woman chokes out a sob - but is too dazed to do anything but crawl after
him or be choked by the tugging leash, her thighs slick with the cum that
has been oozing out of her.  Burt leads Helen over near the blonde dog-girl
on the ground, then reaches down and ties her leash to the bottom of the
fence, forcing Helen to remain on all fours, ass tilted in the air.

   She looks up at him pitifully.

   "Please --fuck me --"

   He laughs out loud.

   "You think I'm sticking my cock in there after you've let a dog fuck
you?"

   Helen sobs, shuddering with lust and self-loathing, dropping her eyes.

   "But since you're so horny, let's see if we can help you."

   Burt steps over and grabs Buttercup's collar.  The dog-girl looks up at
him with big eyes, and then struggles to her feet as he tugs.  She whines
softly in confusion, but softly pads forward as Burt pulls her --towards
Helen's upturned, messy rear.

   Buttercup begins to whine in horror, eyes flickering with revulsion as
Ginny tries to fight her way up again.  But the larger Burt drags her
forward, pulling her snout between Helen's trembling thighs.  Helen moans
herself as she realizes what Burt is doing.  Suddenly Buttercup sniffs...

    --and tentatively flicks her tongue out into her mother's
dog-cum-filled cunt.

   Helen moans loudly, her need overwhelming her disgust at what is going
on.  Buttercup whines - but Ginny fades as the dog-girl shoves her snout
into Helen's crotch, licking more and more enthusiastically.  Helen begins
to moan and gasp --

    --and suddenly begins to grunt out her hiccuping orgasm, tits bouncing
beneath her as she cums.  Buttercup whines, lapping furiously - and liquid
begins to drip from her muzzle as Helen begins to squirt into her mouth.

   Burt moans in delight.

   "Oh man - Helen, you're a squirter, too?  You are the best bitch ever."

   Finally, Helen pitches forward into the grass, gasping and sobbing with
exhaustion.  Burt lets Buttercup pull away, face covered with her mother's
juices.  She whines, backing away into the corner, as she stares at the
sobbing wreck her mother has become.  Pussy juice and dog cum drip from her
muzzle.

   She stops backing away, trembling, as she feels another snout shoved
into her own pussy.  She lets out a low whine as her own heat flares back
up - and then begins to pant as the Labrador jumps onto her back and enters
her.

   Meanwhile, Helen lays on the ground, blinking and gasping.  Her eyes are
dull as her cheek lays on the grass - she is quite clearly broken.  Her ass
is thrust up in the air, pussy still dripping copiously from its newly
stretched opening.

   Which is why the Great Dane's cock slides so easily inside her, as Burt
leads the large dog over the woman's small body.  Helen simply begins to
softly whimper as the dog starts fucking her for the second time in her
life - whether in pleasure or humiliation is no longer clear - perhaps even
to her --



   "Ohhhh...Mindy, I think it's time you get serious..."

   Mindy pulls her lips from Kay's dripping nipple and looks up at Zara's
voice.  Milk runs down her chin, where it has been dripping onto her tits
and running in rivulets down to her now-wet jeans while she's been gulping
it down for some time.  She realizes she has quite an audience now, and
chokes out a horrified sob.  With tears streaming down to mingle with Kay's
milk, she looks up at her tormentor.  Zara is grinning and gasping as
Jonathan's cock slowly slides in and out of her, her big fake tits hanging
down.

   "I think it's time you got Kay out of that dress and show how good you
can be with that tongue of yours, don't you?"

   Mindy stares for a moment, confused, and then her eyes widen as she
realizes with disgust what Zara is asking her to do.

   "No, please," she moans, even as she begins to slide the dazed and
equally confused Kay's dress down over her large belly.  Kay falls forward
onto all fours as Mindy works her dress and panties off, her slightly
emptied breasts hanging down dripping beneath her.

   "Oh yesss," hisses Zara with delight, watching as Mindy maneuvers around
on all fours behind the trembling Kay, still dripping milk.  She sobs,
shaking her head, as she bends forward, lowering her mouth - and then
plunges her face between Kay's thighs and starts licking wetly.  Kay
grunts, eyes going wide in shocked pleasure.

   "That's it," moans Zara, "lick that pregnant slut till she
c-c-C-UNGHHHH!!!!"

   Zara's eyes go wide in surprise of her own as, finally overwhelmed by
watching one friend start licking the other's pregnant pussy, Jonathan
grunts and begins cumming in Zara's pussy, triggering her own loud orgasm.
Zara thrusts and humps back against Jonathan as they cum, the crowd moaning
seemingly in unison with them.

   Finally, they wind down, and Zara sighs happily.

   "Ohhhh...that was good."

   She slides forward and Jonathan's cock slides out of her with a pop, and
there is a splatter of cum on the floor between her legs.  She turns and
giggles, looking down at his softening cock, glistening with cum and pussy
juice.

   "Oh, we made a mess didn't we?  Well Jonathan, I don't think you want to
be left out.  Why don't you have Momm-...*Kay* get you nice and hard again
with her mouth, and then you can fuck Mindy for a while till it's Kay's
turn to lick her."

   Kay, grunting softly with pleasure, looks up in horror at this.

   "What?" She recoils as Jonathan stumbles over to her and begins to squat
in front of her, "Wait, no - don't, I mmmmmpphhhh!!!"

   She is cut off as Jonathan shoves his half-hard cock into her mouth,
smearing cum and pussy juice across her lips.  She moans in disgust - but
starts to suck.

   "That's right, Kay," purrs Zara, "Clean all that off of him.  You're
going to just love that taste from now on, aren't you?"

   Kay moans again - and then grunts as her hips move against Mindy's face.
Her tongue quests over Jonathan's cock and then slides down to his balls,
cleaning off every last bit of the combined juices coating him.

   Zara, meanwhile, turns to the hypnotized crowd and grins nastily.

   "Well, what are the rest of you waiting for?  Grab whoever's nearby and
start fucking."

   The crowd stares at her for a moment - and then people, with varying
degrees of excitement, nervousness, and dismay, start pulling each others'
clothes off in a rapidly devolving orgy.  For some of them it is a delight
- the young virginal couple who both had been too nervous to say to the
other that they wanted to start sleeping together are on the ground first,
her screaming in pleasure as he begins to fuck her wildly doggy style.  For
others it is a horror - the twins who find themselves fingering each other
before they eventually descend into a sobbing, moaning, wet 69; the younger
sister who was trying to pull her fascinated brother away and now finds
herself starting to lick his girlfriend's pussy while he works his cock
into her own soon-to-be-formerly virgin pussy.

   But all of them are bent to Zara's lustful will, no matter how they
resist.

   She turns back to her primary focus, to find Jonathan starting to pull
the moaning Mindy's jeans around her knees, exposing her surprisingly wet
pussy.  He plunges into her, eliciting a squeal that is far more pleasure
than horror.

   Zara smiles evilly again, as she walks over and places a foot on her
mother's back.  Kay moans - and then lifts her face with a horrified
expression, the smell of Zara's messy pussy drawing her mouth upwards, as
she has become addicted to what she just cleaned off of Jonathan's cock. 
As Kay sobs and tries desperately to reach her tongue to that cunt that
simultaneously disgusts her and makes her crave it - and smells
disturbingly familiar - Zara looks back at the two lovers behind her
pregnant mother.

   "Jonathan, I think that's enough in her pussy - let's make her crave
ass-fucking, don't you think?"

   Mindy squeals into Kay's pussy in horror, but even though Jonathan looks
slightly horrified himself, he slides his cock out of Mindy's sopping cunt
- and starts to work it into the little star of the sobbing Mindy's anus.

   Zara grins widely, and then gasps with pleasure as her mother finally
manages to draw her tongue across Zara's dripping slit.  She lowers herself
slightly to let Kay begin to lick her clean, licking her lips as she moans
with delight...



   "...little whores...dirty little stretched sluts..."

   Abby blinks as for the first time in quite a while she realizes what is
coming out of her mouth as she gasps and tries to catch her breath.  She's
been cumming for...oh god so long now.  And the pleasure and tightness
between her legs - so good...so full...oh god, that tongue licking
her...back there...

   She draws a sudden horrified breath as her eyes go wide and she lifts
her head from where she is leaning against the wall and she looks down,
shuddering in pleasure - and then shudders at what she sees.

   In particular, the thin, pale arm moving wetly in and out of her pussy,
inside her up to mid-wrist, filling and stretching the older woman
mercilessly, and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.  The arm, that
she slowly recognizes with a whimper, has to belong to the mouth that is
clamped firmly over her asshole, tongue darting in and out of her bottom so
pleasurably - the (amazingly enough, after everything she's been through)
new sensation eliciting small, involuntary whimpers from the older woman.
Her legs shaking from countless orgasms - how long had she been cumming
like that?  what had she been saying?!  - Abby starts to pull herself away
from the mouth on her asshole and arm in her cunt...

   "Unnnhhh!!!" Abby lets out a loud grunt of pleasure as the arm and the
hand inside her shift around in her squelching pussy, causing her to
stumble.  She realizes suddenly that she is actually on the verge of
another orgasm - she has to go slowly as she pulls off of what has to be
her younger self's arm, or she'll Suddenly, the girl - sensing that the
older woman is trying to pull away - helpfully slides her arm out of older
Abby with a loud slurping noise, her fist stretching Abby's abused cunt
wide and then coming out with a wet pop.

   Abby's screaming, chirping, gasping orgasm is beyond even whatever she's
felt so far, and seems to go on forever as her gaping pussy twitched and
pulsed, trying desperately to close after having been stretched for so
long. Abby feels warm and wetness between her legs but is too far gone to
even think of what is happening as the girl behind her - tongue still
flicking at Abby's asshole - whimpers and moans.

   Finally, Abby's massive explosion of pleasure begins to fade to
aftershocks and whimpers, and the older woman shakily turns to see what her
loss of control has wrought.

   Abby lets out a small sob.

   Blinking up at her, dazed, is her younger self.  The skinny teen's eyes
are unfocused as small, incoherent whimpers escaped her lips periodically.
Her face and small tits - the entire front of her body, in fact - drip with
the incredible amounts of pussy juice that just sprayed out of her older
self's cunt when she came.  Her little nipples drip with it as she squirms,
her hips jerking slightly.

   Around the brown-skinned arm worked shockingly deep into the teen's own
clearly no-longer-virginal cunt.

   Young Abby begins to jerk and whimper in what is clearly yet another
exhausted orgasm as Pala licks her clit, poking out nicely from the fist
inside Abby that sits behind it.  Young Abby's tongue flicks out, as though
questing for the asshole she had been licking for so long.

   Pala, moaning softly, is also drenched with Abby's juices, her black
hair and back glistening with wetness.  But she hardly seems to notice in
her sluttish, demeaned fugue state.  She makes small happy animal noises as
she brings her mistress to another orgasm.  Older Abby glances down further
and gasps at the sight of Pala frantically working three very wet fingers
in and out of her own dark little asshole - her pink-lipped pussy gaping
and ruined from where she'd clearly had her other arm inside herself for
some time, and possibly more aggressively than even what she is doing to
Abby's younger version.

   Swallowing, Abby tears her eyes away from her cumming younger self and
squirms up the wall to look beyond, and gasps at what she sees.  Clearly,
whatever words and fantasies that had rolled from Abby's overwhelmed,
slutty mind while she came and came and came have taken their toll on the
rest of the poor cheerleading squad.

   Liz is leaning against the shower wall still, fingers clawing at the
tiles periodically as she makes small mewling noises.  Her expression
shifts from humiliation to pain to pleasure to something containing all
three as she squirms and sobs and moans.  Chrissie has only managed to work
two fingers into the tiny black-haired girl's tight little ass - but like
poor little Abby, Liz's until-recently virginal pussy is clearly quite
broken in now from Chrissie's small hand worked inside her up to her wrist.
For her part, Chrissie seems lost in bliss as she suckles her friend's clit
from beneath, causing Liz to shudder and cum yet again, moaning in
pleasure, pain, and exhaustion.

   Chrissie, of course, has her other hand worked into her own
no-longer-virginal pussy as well.

   The twins lay on their sides, their pale freckled bodies so entwined it
is difficult to ascertain where one ends and the other begins.  They sob
and moan, each of them with a hand plunged inside the other's red-furred
pussy, each of them licking the other's clit, each working fingers into the
other's ass - Holly a mere two in her tight little asshole, while Molly's
contains a shocking four of her sister's fingers.  Molly begins to cum -
again - first, a whimpering whine as her whole body shudders, her soft tits
jiggling against her sister.  A few moments later Holly answers with her
own, nearly identical orgasm, their moaning, whining refrain forming a
rising and falling chord as their bodies jerk with pleasure.

   And then there is poor Jade.

   The little Asian girl is moaning incoherently as her face remains shoved
into Allison's sopping pussy, licking with loud wet noises.  The larger
girl has propped herself up against the wall and is moaning and playing
with her own huge tits, eyes rolled back in pleasure as she pulls on her
thick nipples.  Jade moans into her pussy and sobs slightly.

   Behind her, Jade has somehow managed to work one hand deep inside her
ruined pussy - and the other one fully inside her own ass.  Her arms
twitch, sliding ever so slightly in and out of herself, clearly gripped
tightly by her newly stretched openings.

   "Oh yeah...that's right little fucktoy slave...lick my cunt...cum again
with those ruined holes of yours..."

   Jade makes a small pleading sound of protest - and then begins to squeak
and rock back and forth slightly, as she clearly is starting to cum at
Allison's instruction.  Her squeaks rise to squeals - muffled by the
moaning Allison's pussy in her face - and it is clear that she is coming
explosively...and probably painfully as her poor ass and pussy twitch
visibly, gripping her wrists as they tighten repeatedly in orgasm.

   As Abby watches her best friend's sobbing, squealing orgasm into the
older girl's pussy, she lets out a small sob of her own.

   "Oh god...what did I do?" she whimpers.

   Jane moans loudly, her body thrusting aimlessly in her lust from the two
teens sucking on her tits.

   "Oh god...I'm sooooo horny," she moans, as her curvy body writhes
around. With an unconscious heave, she suddenly levers her swollen nipples
from the mouths of both of the teens and topples over backwards.  It is
clear they have been sucking for quite some time, as both of them kneel on
all fours before her, drooling slightly, eyes glazed and vacant.  Debbie
makes the faintest of whimpers as she kneels there.

   "I falled over," Jane giggles, writhing on the ground as her big tits
jiggle on her chest.  As she rolls over, her eyes fall on Mark's hard cock
dangling down beneath him, dripping with glistening pre-cum.  Jane draws a
sharp breath of excitement and she licks her lips.

   "Yummy yummy - I wan' more cum in my mouth.  Mark, come put it in my
mouth."

   As instructed, with a twitch of his cock, Mark begins to crawl forward.
As he climbs up over her, Jane looks down and pouts.

   "But...I'm sooo horny down there," she whines, then looks up, "Mark can
you take off my bottoms too, pleeeease..."

   Mark pauses blinking slowly - and then turns his body so that, as
instructed, his cock is dangling over Jane's mouth.  Jane lets out a small
squeal of delight as he lowers it between her warm waiting lips, and - in a
69 position and moaning softly himself, he reaches down and unfastens her
shorts, then helps the curvy redhead wriggle out of her shorts and panties.

   Letting her own moderate sized cock pop free.

   The two teens both manage to moan out faint sounds of confusion and
disgust at the sight of Jane's nether regions as she kicks off her shorts -
the hard cock above her red-furred, very wet pussy, the disgusting tattoos,
the bulging clit with its bell.  But Jane is lost in the haze of her
lust-filled, addled, dumb little brain.  She manages to pull her mouth from
working Mark's cock for one more moment, just long enough to gasp out:

   "Ohhh Debbie, Mark...lick me...suck me...mmmm..."

   Her mouth closes delightedly around Mark's cock again, and she is lost
in her lust, other than lifting her legs up and back to make herself
available to their mouths.  So she doesn't hear the small moan of horror
from Debbie and the choked sob from Mark, as - whether or not it was what
she intended - they both follow her commands, exactly as she gave them, and
in the only way they can from their current positions.

   Debbie, face screwing up with disgust even through the haze of the milk
lowers her mouth - and shoves her face into her sister's incredibly wet
pussy and begins to loudly lick her cunt, mouth filling with the taste of
her sister's juices.

   While Mark, with a small moan, lowers his mouth to slide it over Jane's
cock.  He chokes - but begins bobbing up and down and slurping at it
desperately.

   Jane is lost in a haze of lust as the two teens slurp and suck on her
dual private parts, and her mouth in return slides up and down the shaft of
Mark's cock, as he thrusts down into her throat.  Jane moans loudly around
his cock, and is immediately echoed by Mark, though his has a whimpering
tone as it is muffled by the cock in his own mouth.

   Suddenly, Mark grunts - and Jane begins to squeal around the cock in her
mouth as he pours hot, delicious cum down her throat.  Her hips begin to
thrust rapidly - and suddenly Mark makes a choked sound around his grunts,
as Jane reciprocates, forcing the poor boy to begin gulping down her own
salty cum, even as tears of disgust roll down his cheeks.  Debbie meanwhile
lets out a sobbing squeal of her own - not of pleasure since she isn't
receiving any, but of disgust as her sister's pussy begins to squirt in her
mouth, hot pussy juice pouring down her chin and dripping onto the floor.

   After what seems like ages, the redhead finally stops cumming, though
Mark continues to suck at her softening cock, gulping and sobbing, just as
Debbie continues her licking.  Jane lets her head fall back, gasping
delightedly at the taste of the cum in her mouth, and the dribble of it
from Mark's cock that dangles from her lips...

   ...and realizes the three of them are no longer alone.

   A number of teens stand around them, staring and whispering with
expressions ranging from fascinated to horrified to disgusted to lustful,
and many a mix of several.  There are a number of counselors as well as
camp attendees, arranged in a shocked half circle around the three teens.

   "Ohhhhh," moans Jane, shivering with lust, "Oh look!  More people to
play with me.  Oh yummy - come on Debbie and Mark...let's go suck and fuck
and lick anyone who wants to play with us!"

   With a pair of sobs and moans, Debbie and Mark lift their faces from
between Jane's legs.  Debbie's face drips and glistens with her sister's
pussy juices, while Mark drools a little of her cum from his slack mouth.
Both of their eyes flicker with horror and the blankness associated with
being under the influence of her milk.

   And as instructed, the naked Debbie and the half-naked Mark crawl
towards the nearest of the young spectators to each of them - who are all
suddenly shuddering with lust and paralyzed by whatever control the witless
Jane is exerting over those near her.  And whether by the continuing
influence of the milk, or by pure chance - poor Debbie ends up fumbling at
the shorts of a confused-looking asian girl, while poor Mark moans as he
finds himself pulling down the swim trunks of his bunk mate to free his
cock.  The two newly cornered teens make faint sounds of horror at their
sudden encounters - and then both moan loudly as mouths contact their
genitals for the first time in their young lives.

   Jane meanwhile is completely overwhelmed with lust as she lays on her
back.

   "Ohhh...come fuck us and suck my titties and give me more cock," she
whines desperately.

   And the crowd obliges, driven by her lust.

   One boy shoves down his pants and falls to his knees behind the naked
little Debbie, still sucking on the asian girl's clit.  He grabs the teen's
ass as his surprisingly large cock springs free, and - grunting with effort
at her tightness - begins to work it into the damp hole between Debbie's
legs.  Debbie sobs - but continues licking and spreads her legs, offering
him access to work his cock in and out of her - till finally he rips
through her virginity, eliciting a wail of pain before her little hips
start trying to hump back at him of their own volition.

   While Mark disgustedly sucks his second cock, head bobbing up and down
and eliciting gasps from the boy leaning against the wall above him, one of
the girls - a tiny little short brown-haired girl who has long had a crush
on her counselor - strips down and works her little hips down till the
kneeling boy's cock is at the entrance to her surprisingly wet little
pussy. With a little squeak of pleasure, she wriggles until the tip is
inside her, and then lets out a louder squeak as Mark begins to thrust
inside her.

   And Jane - Jane lays on the ground as one counselor begins to slide his
cock into her wet, tattooed pussy, and another naked little redheaded girl
confusedly works her pussy down onto Jane's cock, grunting and whimpering
as she tries to get it inside her.  Two other girls have fallen to their
knees to gulp down Jane's milk, as her hands reach up to begin stroking the
cocks of two other boys who have fallen to their knees on either side of
her.

   Any hint of intelligence or resistance is gone from Jane's vapid grin as
she lies there, her pierced and tattooed teen body squirming with delight
from all of the new people there to play with her...
   To be concluded...