Pink Pillz

Office Hours

Lisa had an office, and on the office door was a nameplate. Lisa: Teacher Fucktoy. A few weeks ago, the nameplate had been different. Lisa had a position at the university, where she helped mold and educate the next generation.

These days, Lisa also had a position, but that position was chosen by whichever former student stopped in to use one of her slick Latina holes during “office hours.” In that before time, when Lisa’s head wasn’t filled with the desire for cock, office hours meant mentoring students and helping them improve their grades. Now, office hours were a further degradation, in which those who stopped in pushed their cocks down her throat. They pushed their cocks into her cunt. They pushed their cocks up her ass. Others simply wanted to amuse themselves by putting binder clips on her nipples or bouncing her tits by the window as other students walked by to point and laugh.

The humiliating treatment would have been horrifying to Lisa the actual teacher, but that Lisa was safely tucked away in a little corner of her mind. That Lisa, who had once been loud and annoying, simply sat and cried these days. These things did not horrify the Lisa whose cunt got wet at being used like a plaything. They were an expected part of life.

Today, Lisa: Teacher Fucktoy was on her back. Her tummy was swollen with the child of one of her former students. Two more of her former students entertained themselves with her mouth and pussy, while a third stood by with his dick in one hand and phone in the other, recording her latest violation. The video would go in her university file, like all the others, where the school would sell it to perverts on the internet.

Things weren’t always this way, though. Only a few weeks ago, everything had been different…

***

Back to School

Starting back to school always included emails. There were emails from staff and emails from students. After a semester off, the list of emails was a long one, and Lisa wasn’t looking forward to it.

The one email that stood out was something that she would have normally marked as spam. The title was obvious clickbait, and she should have deleted it. But the title instructed her to, “Click here immediately! You need to see this!” and Lisa clicked it.

When she blinked, the sunlight through the window had moved. The glare on the screen, an annoyance for years at this time of day, was gone. Odd. She checked the clock. Had she really been reading that email for an hour?

She shook her head. Her mind must still be in vacation mode. The email was closed, but her hand was on the mouse, hovering over the “forward” button. She wasn’t sure exactly why she should forward the email, but it was important that she do it. Lisa clicked the button and forwarded the email to everyone in her contact list.

The inbox was still filled with other messages, but none of those were a priority. What was a priority was to visit the website from the email. Without thinking, she typed in Edumacation.com (what a stupid name) and the site loaded. The page was a black screen with a single field, where Lisa typed in her name.

When she clicked the button to proceed, the screen flashed, “Good girl!” in cutesy script and Lisa moaned. She put one hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through her leggings. It was so warm and so nice to touch. The screen flashed, a cycle of red to green to yellow, which Lisa couldn’t take her eyes off of as she touched her cunt.

A series of new fields appeared, and she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her cunt and began typing. Her personal details flowed out of her brain into the fields, while the website played a happy jingle that made her head feel fuzzy and warm. Warm like her cunt. Into the fields she typed her address and phone number, followed by her banking information, measurements, and answers to all the very personal questions.

When did you last masturbate? Four days ago.

What did you masturbate to? A fantasy of my daughter eating my cunt.

When did you last have anal sex? Never

When did you last have cock in your cunt? Yesterday.

Who was the last man to fuck your cunt? My husband.

Does your cunt get wet when men play with your tits? Yes.

Does your cunt get wet when women play with your tits? I don’t know.

How many sexual partners have you had in the last year? One. My husband.

How many sexual partners have you had in total? Three.

How many sexual partners were younger than you? None.

How many sexual partners were older than you? Three.

What is your most perverted sexual fantasy? Having my daughter eat me out while her father watches.

Does your cunt get wet when you are called dirty names such as whore, slut, cunt, bitch, fucktoy, or other such terms? Yes.

How many times have you had sex with multiple partners? None.

How often do you fantasize about having sex with multiple partners? Sometimes.

Does the idea of being impregnated by strangers make your cunt wet? No.

Does the idea of forced or reluctant sex make your cunt wet? No.

On and on the questions went, and Lisa’s fingers flew over the keys and checked the boxes. When the form was complete and she clicked to submit, the same cutesy script flashed, “Good girl,” and Lisa moaned out loud as she rubbed her cunt. The screen faded away to another one, where another series of color flashes glowed from the monitor. Lisa rubbed her pussy as she watched the colors, so pretty and vibrant, until another cutesy “Good girl!” flashed across the screen. Lisa wiped a string of drool from her chin with her free hand.

“Cum,” said the screen and Lisa’s eyes rolled back in her head as she groaned and orgasmed in her chair.

***

Essential Nutrients

The pharmacy was new, and it had an odd name. Pink Pillz. When Lisa pushed through the doors, it wasn’t because she knew what she was there for. She also knew that she was supposed to be there. The tall blonde behind the counter knew it too.

The girl—and that was the only way Lisa could think to describe her—was dressed from heels to neck in silly pink. Her platform heels were half a foot high, and her lean legs were encased in pink thigh-highs. The crotch of her rose-pink panties peeked out from beneath a tight pink micro miniskirt, and her bare midriff showed a rose-colored stud in her naval. If all that didn’t draw anyone’s eyes to her, the pink bandeau top that barely contained her bulging, braless tits certainly did. Topping off the jaw-dropping sexdoll look was a pink collar on her neck, bedecked with rhinestones.

“Hey, Kittentits,” she gushed when Lisa paused short of the counter. “You here about the Pink Pillz?”

Lisa slowly nodded. She was here about the Pink Pillz. She knew it, but she wasn’t sure how she knew it or why she wanted them.

“I’ll get the pharmi… pharmo…” she paused and Lisa could see the gears in her pretty pink head working before she shrugged and said, “I’ll be back.”

She tottered past Lisa toward a door in the back, opened it, and disappeared inside. Lisa looked toward the exit. She should go. She did not really need any Pink Pillz. She didn’t even know what Pink Pillz were. When she thought about leaving, however, the idea seemed frightening. Her heart raced, and she leaned against the counter as her head spun.

The door opened again and the pink girl stepped out, accompanied by a man in a white coat. He wore thick glasses on his face and easily outpaced the taller girl in her precarious heels. Without acknowledging her, he brushed past Lisa and went behind the counter, where he tapped at a safe.

“I… What are Pink Pillz?” Lisa asked.

The man turned and raised a brow. “They’re what you need. They’re why you’re here.”

He turned back to the safe as if that explained everything. Lisa fidgeted as he pulled a pill bottle from the safe, held it up to the light, nodded, and closed the safe. He handed the bottle across the counter to Lisa, who took it and shook it. The bottle was filled with small pink pills. Many of them.

“One a day for each member of the family,” the man said. “And you’ll make sure they take them.”

Lisa nodded, knowing she would make sure, but unsure how she was sure. The silly pink girl rounded the counter, took the bottle from Lisa’s hand, and popped the cap. She extracted one pill.

“Open sesa… sesi… um, just open,” she said.

Lisa opened her mouth and let the girl put the pill on her tongue.

“Good girls swallow,” the girl said and winked.

Lisa blushed at the words and her cunt felt hot. She touched it and swallowed the pill.

“That was so easy-peasy, huh?” said the girl.

Lisa nodded. Then the girl leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Lisa shuddered and tried to pull away, but the girl put a surprisingly strong hand on the back of her head and held her until Lisa whimpered and opened her mouth. The girl’s tongue slipped inside, making Lisa moan, and then her hand rubbed Lisa’s warm cunt through her leggings. The girl purred into her mouth and Lisa groaned as the stranger’s tongue played with her own.

Lisa’s head was light and fuzzy when the girl pulled away, but her hand continued to rub Lisa’s cunt. The girl stared into Lisa’s half-lidded eyes, her pretty pink lips open in a sensual gasp.

“Good girls like to cum,” she whispered. “You’re a good girl.”

And Lisa’s body trembled as she slumped against the girl’s huge tits and came. The girl held her and continued rubbing her cunt as Lisa whimpered and shook with pleasure.

“That’s so good,” the girl whispered as Lisa came. “You love to listen to your cunt. You love being good and listening to your cunt.”

The girl’s hand slid upward, and into the band of Lisa’s leggings, where she pushed it downward and slid one finger through Lisa’s very wet slit. Then she brought the finger out and put it into her mouth as Lisa watched. When she’d cleaned her finger of Lisa’s sexy girl cream, she pushed her finger into her own cunt and then into Lisa’s mouth.

Lisa did not want girl cum in her mouth, let alone a strange girl’s pussy nectar, but she also knew that it was important for her to do taste it. It was as important as the Pink Pillz, as important as making sure her family took the pills. So, Lisa sucked the girl’s honey from her finger.

“Good girl,” said the girl.

And Lisa orgasmed again.

***

The First Week

Manuel loved the email. It was all he could talk about at dinner. He couldn’t exactly describe the email, the video inside, or what it had been about, but he certainly loved the email.

“Best thing I’ve seen all day,” he said as he sat down to dinner with Lisa and Maria.

Lisa set out takeout dishes and laid a pink pill next to the plates for her husband and daughter.

“What’s that?” Maria asked.

“Vitamins,” Lisa said and took her seat.

“Um, okay,” Maria shot back and rolled her eyes.

“Did you see the email?” Manuel asked.

“What email?” Maria asked back and poked her fork into a plate of Chinese.

“The one I forwarded from the office,” Lisa said.

“Didn’t check my email,” Maria mumbled around a mouthful.

Lisa frowned. Manual set his glass down and frowned.

“Why not?” he asked.

Maria paused with her fork halfway to her mouth.

“I just didn’t?”

“What if it was something important?” Lisa snapped.

“Geez. Sorry. I’ll check it later.”

Manual picked up his pill, swallowed it, sighed, and set his glass down again. “I can show it to you,” he said and pulled out his phone.

“Later, Dad. I’ve got homework.”

Manuel frowned. Lisa frowned and set down her fork.

“You’ve got some kind of attitude tonight,” she said.

Maria blinked. “Attitude? I do not have an attitude. It’s a stupid email! What’s so important about some meme you thought was the funniest thing? That’s like all you ever send me! Spoiler alert, I’m eighteen, Mom. I’ve seen like every meme on the internet.”

“Don’t talk to your mother that way,” Manuel said. “If she thinks it’s important, you’ll listen!”

“Okay,” Maria snapped. “I don’t know what kind of day you two had, but I’m going to do my homework.”

“Take your vitamins!” Lisa barked.

Maria frowned and pushed back her chair. “You take my vitamins! God, Mom! You need to… to get laid or something!”

She stormed out of the room. Lisa and Manuel shared a look. This wasn’t good. They didn’t know why, but they did know it wasn’t. Vitamins were important for all of them. Maria needed to take her vitamins and read the email.

***

Maria yelled at the knock on her door, “What?”

“Can I come in?” her mother’s voice came through it.

Maria sighed. “Come in.”

Lisa pushed open the door and sat on the bed with her daughter.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a tough day back to the office,” she said. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

Maria shrugged. “It’s okay.”

Lisa wrung her hands, one of which held her phone.

“What?” Maria asked.

“Do you want to read the email?” Lisa asked.

“Oh, my God! The email again? What is so important about the stupid email?”

“If you’d read it, you’d understand. It’s important,” Lisa said.

“Important? Reading an email is important? Mom, I’m not reading the dumb email.”

Lisa sighed and held out a pink pill.

“At least take your vitamins,” she said.

“Okay, seriously. What the F, Mom?”

“I… I just want you to be healthy. Vitamins are important,” Lisa said.

Maira frowned. “Like reading the email is important?”

Lisa nodded. “It’s so important.”

“Why don’t you just tell me what’s in the email?” Maria suggested.

Lisa frowned, her brows knitting in confusion.

“It’s really important,” she said again.

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass,” Maria said. “Can I finish my homework now?”

Lisa looked at the pink pill, sighed, and nodded. After she closed the door, she cradled the pill, went to her room, and sat with Manuel to read the email again. It was very important.

***

For the first two days back to school, important emails arrived in Lisa’s inbox each day. They contained videos, which were hilarious and entertaining. She couldn’t actually remember what was in them, only that they were so hilarious and entertaining, and so important, that she forwarded them to everyone in her contacts after watching them.

The daily emails made everything feel great. Life was great. It was so great in fact that Lisa was feeling prettier than ever. The students were giving her looks that she wasn’t used to, appraising looks, that made her blush.

She hadn’t done anything special to warrant the attention. She was just doing the things a good girl is supposed to do. Each day she made sure her long black hair was curled and cute. She slipped on one of her new pairs of six-inch heels and spent some extra time on her make-up. Feeling pretty made her energetic and happy in a way that she never had before.

It must be the vitamins. They were packed with nutrients and optimized for health. They had everything a good girl needed to stay happy and fit. Lisa didn’t know why she knew this, but she did know it. She also knew that the looks she got from the students and staff made her cunt so warm.

And Lisa wasn’t the only one. All the girls were a little prettier than she remembered from last year. Some of them were even, well, attractive if she had to be honest. Not attractive like Maria was attractive in the dirty fantasy that made her pussy so wet, but attractive enough for a little kiss, maybe.

When she thought about Maria, though, there was a little hint of worry. Maria hadn’t read the emails. She hadn’t read any of them. She hadn’t taken the Pink Pillz. That wasn’t good. It was bad. It meant that Lisa wasn’t actually a good girl, and that was worrisome. She wanted to be a good girl. Needed to be.

Maria, though, had taken to shutting herself in her room to avoid her parents nagging about reading the emails and taking her vitamins. That would need to stop. Maria needed to read the emails. She needed to read them soon.

***

By Wednesday, Maria was very worried. Everyone was talking about the emails. Everyone wanted to show her the emails. When Maria mentioned she hadn’t read the emails, her friends got quiet. They looked alarmed, almost hurt. It was like the thought of avoiding the emails was treasonous. Janelle and Melanie weren’t even talking to her, and they’d been her best friends since fourth grade.

As if that weren’t bad enough, they were giggly and… weird. Everyone in school seemed to be obsessed with their looks. The girls and the guys. In the middle of class, they pulled out pocket mirrors and checked their make-up. Between classes, they stopped in the bathroom to check their make-up and gossip.

They cooed and giggled over each other, calling one another “doll,” “baby,” or “Honey.” When they were late to class, they simply told the instructor they were doing their hair or checking their make-up, and their tardiness was dismissed as excusable. None of it was right, and Maria was worried.

And if all of that weren’t bad enough, the guys were just as terrible. They were wearing make-up, talking about shoes, chuckling in high-pitched, girly laughs, and slapping each other playfully. It wasn’t right. None of it was right. And every one of them, girls and guys, were taking vitamins.

That night, Maria awoke to something that she would never have expected. She was tied to the bed, her legs and wrists bound with scarves from her drawers. Atop her chest sat her mother. On her bed sat her father.

“Mom! What the fuck! What the fuck!” Maria shouted.

Lisa stood up, peeled off her panties, and pushed them into Maria’s mouth.

“Hush, baby,” she said soothingly. “You need to read the emails.”

Maria squealed around the panties and thrashed as Manuel handed Lisa his phone.

“They’re very important,” Manuel assured her. “You need to stop being such a… a difficult bitch, Maria.”

Maria, stunned burst into tears and tugged at her bonds. Lisa tapped at the phone and turned it around. Maria tossed her head and shut her eyes, shrieking through the gag.

“Watch. Listen,” Lisa ordered.

Maira did neither. Manuel held her head in his hands and pried her eyelids open. Maria continued to shout as Lisa pushed the phone screen closer to her eyes. She shouted for several seconds, but as the video in the email played, her thrashing stilled. She relaxed.

Manuel let go of her eyelids and they stayed open, transfixed on the screen. When the video ended, Maria licked her lips, but Lisa started the next video, and then the next, and the next.

When she finally pulled the wet panties from Maria’s mouth and replaced them with the pink pill, Maria obediently swallowed.

“Good girl,” Lisa said.

And Maria convulsively orgasmed in her restraints.

***

Michael wasn’t someone Lisa would have normally paid attention to, but there were a lot of things that Lisa wouldn’t normally have done. She would not normally have dressed in a tiny leather skirt to school. She would have normally been on her lesson plan. Normally, she would not have been obsessed with waiting for the next email to arrive.

In a sea of students, all of whom were uncharacteristically enamored with their looks, Michael stood out. He was not overly-concerned with his appearance, as evidenced by his wrinkled button-down shirt, which he hadn’t tucked into his pants. His brown hair was carelessly in disarray, as though he hadn’t combed it that morning.

When class ended and Lisa was packing her things to go read the next email, Michael helped himself to a seat on her desk. The sight of him made her blush uncontrollably and press her legs together. He was just… so cute! A little creepy in the way he looked her over, but that was kind of cute, too.

“Hmm. You’ll be one of my favorites, I see,” he said and stroked his chin, then his cock.

And then he got up and left the room. Lisa stumbled to the toilets, where she pulled her panties aside and masturbated until she came. She pictured Michael’s mussed hair and the way he’d casually stroked his cock through his pants, and that was all it took.

***

The Second Week

The emails, despite the fact Lisa couldn’t remember what was in them, just kept getting better. As a family, they sat and watched them again over the weekend. Lisa felt that she should be concerned with school. She had lesson plans to make. But those seemed obnoxious and boring. Watching the videos in the emails was much more entertaining.

On Monday, though, she had to go back to work. It wasn’t that she wanted to, but the videos made it clear that she wasn’t to ignore her classes. The emails were the talk of the school once again, and all anyone talked about aside from their looks.

All the girls were in their slutty best, and Lisa couldn’t think of another way to describe it. Their heels were high, their skirts were short, the tops too small and tight. Their lips were glossy or sparkly and pink, and their hair was cute and styled. They giggled and held hands as they walked the halls, though only a few of them actually made it into classes.

More often they simply wandered the halls or gathered in the cafeteria, where kissed with their tongues and made little cooing noises over one another. The boys, however, were another matter. All but one of them was dressing in stockings and skirts, with shiny black heels. They wore their hair long or were letting it grow out, and their make-up was as impeccable as the girls’.

Manuel, her husband, had been the same. By Sunday evening, he was into Lisa’s make-up, asking her for tips. She helped him, or course. That was what she was supposed to do. Held Manuel be pretty. Maria, though, didn’t need any help to be pretty. She was as cute and pink as the rest of them.

The one that stood out was Michael, still dressed in another wrinkled button-down. He sat in the front row of Lisa’s class, but Lisa wasn’t teaching. She’d neglected her lesson plans. Only half a dozen students had even made it into class. Instead, Lisa sat on her desk and spread her legs to let Michael look at her panties as she touched up her make-up.

Lisa’s panties were so wet as she eyed Michael over her compact. The two other girls in the class sat on either side of Michael, stroking his arms and kissing his neck. But he ignored them and looked at Lisa’s cunt.

When class ended, Michael brushed the two girls off and approached Lisa at her desk.

“Let’s go have lunch,” he said, and it wasn’t a suggestion.

Lisa nodded and put her mirror away, then followed Michael toward the cafeteria.

“You know, I hear the Dean is fucking Christy Summers,” Michael said.

“The cheerleader?” Lisa squeaked. “She’s only nineteen!”

Michael shrugged. “Some people are into younger lovers. You could probably use one.”

Lisa blushed and said, “I’m… I’m married.”

Michael just laughed and said, “Sure.”

Over lunch, Lisa listened to Michael talk, but she couldn’t remember what he actually said. It was more the sound of his voice. It was so much like the voice in the videos that came with the emails. The sound of it made her wish she could rub her cunt.

When he stood up, Lisa shook her head and said, “What?”

“I said, aren’t all the girls looking hot?” Michael repeated.

Lisa looked around the cafeteria. Of course, she’d noticed that already. She nodded.

“Kinda makes you wanna go get off to lesbo porn, doesn’t it?” Michael said and chuckled.

Lisa pressed her legs together. It wasn’t an appropriate thing to say. It wasn’t something a young man should say to his instructor. It wasn’t even decent to say in public at all. But Lisa didn’t correct him. She couldn’t correct him. Not someone like Michael.

“See you around, honey,” Michael said and left her at the table.

When Lisa went home, she pulled off her panties and spent the afternoon pushing her fingers in her cunt as she watched cute girls lick each other’s twats.

***

The Third Week

On her way to school, Lisa passed at least three new Pink Pillz pharmacies. They were popping up all over town. That was good. Getting a fresh supply of vitamins was so much easier.

That wasn’t the only change, though. Everything was different but in a good way. She couldn’t exactly place how it was different. It seemed like it was supposed to be that way, but she did have a sense that it wasn’t always like this.

Each day through the prior week, she had lunch with Michael. He talked and Lisa zoned out, listening to his voice, that gorgeous voice. And when she went home, she played with her cunt as she watched slit-licking lesbians on the internet.

Manuel was more and more interested in rubbing himself between the legs, too, but his tastes ran toward beefy studs turning slim sissy boys into their personal fuckholes. That wasn’t for Lisa. Maria, too, was more than happy to introduce Lisa to lesbian porn that she was watching, and her daughter provided great tips.

Lisa watched her little pink tongue lick her plump pink lips as she talked, and she imagined Maria going down on her. She loved watching the girls lick each other and kiss, but she didn’t feel as if she were a lesbian. She thought about cock, too. There was one cock she thought of in particular.

In class that Monday, Lisa taught the few students who bothered to show up her new lesson plan. The only students were five girls and Michael, who was the beneficiary of the lessons. Lisa showed by example how to push out her ass in his face, and how to grind her wet cunt against his erection. The girls learned how to make out with one another and with their teacher. At the end of the lesson, Michael pushed his cock into Lisa’s mouth and the students received a lesson in throating his cock and swallowing his load. It was the best thing Lisa could remember tasting.

On Friday, while Lisa was sucking Michael’s cock in front of the class, he casually told her his latest news.

“I recently knocked up the Dean,” he said. “Good pussy. I’m sure yours is going to be better, but man, that slut is a real squealer. Takes it up the ass, too. She’s a real good girl.”

Lisa orgasmed with his cock in her mouth, and Michael plastered her throat with his load.

***

The Fourth Week

Manuel had tits. He had fabulous tits and Lisa needed to buy him new bras. Her husband was going by Bobby now, and his tits were nearly the size of Lisa’s own growing melons.

Lisa and Maria’s tits had ballooned to ridiculous proportions, necessitating a shopping trip for new tops that would fit over their racks. None of this seemed normal to Lisa, but it also felt as if it should be this way. The daily emails reinforced that fact for her.

On Sunday night, Lisa lived out a long-time fantasy. When they returned from their shopping trip, Maria suggested they try on their new tops together. Lisa agreed, but instead of trying on tops, Maria pushed her mother on the bed and pulled off her soaked panties. They spent the entire night in a hot 69, licking cunt as they played with one another’s huge tits.

Each morning the next week, Lisa awoke to her daughter’s tongue in her cunt. When she attended her classes, she presided over coordinated orgies, in which her students would pleasure Michael’s cock as she watched. Michael, though, the generous young man that he was, always saved his load for Lisa’s throat at the end of class.

“I’m going to knock you up next,” he’d say each time as he used her mouth.

The words always made Lisa orgasm uncontrollably. That week, Michael set up Lisa’s office hours, during which her female students would stop in to eat her cunt. The male students, though, Michael’s friends, would pop in to slam their cocks into her suckhole and coat her face in spit and sperm. By the time she went home, Maria was ready to lick her face clean and tongue-fuck her to an amazing orgasm.

When the weekend came, Lisa and Maria had to buy new outfits again. This time they opted for latex and leather. These outfits came with ties, straps, and were more elastic so they’d get longer use as their melons continued to grow. It was a sensible decision, Lisa thought.

***

The Fifth Week

Lisa was on pins and needles as she prepared for their dinner guest. It was a special occasion. Michael was coming over for dinner, and everything had to be perfect.

Lisa and Maria were dressed in matching camisoles, while Bobby wore an adorable French maid’s outfit to serve them dinner. Lisa hadn’t even gone to class that day. Dinner was too important. Michael was too important. Serving Michael was the most important thing.

When the young man arrived, Bobby answered the door and escorted him in.

“Hey, faggot,” Michael said. “You’ve grown a nice pair. Your wife’s are much nicer, but yours are getting there.”

Bobby blushed at the compliment.

“After I knock up your family,” Michael said as they walked to the dining room, “I’ll let you have some of their tit milk. How about that?”

“Thank you, sir!” Bobby said and nearly cried.

While Bobby stood nearby, Michael sat between Lisa and Maria. When he wasn’t using his hands to eat, he was using them to rub their wet cunts or grope their tits.

“I’m gonna breed the two of you tonight,” he said. “but I’ve got a special reward for you, Lisa.”

“Thank you, sir,” Lisa gushed, though she had no idea why she was worthy of a reward.

“Now that I run the college— The whole town, really— I’m replacing the Dean’s office with the Head MILF. That’ll be you.”

Lisa wiped a grateful tear from her eye and nodded. Michael gave her a slap across the cheek.

“Hey, slut! No tears now. You know I don’t like crying unless I’m throating you.”

Lisa nodded and rubbed her cunt.

“So, your position is sort of like this: you attend your office hours and serve as a Latina MILF cockhole for me and my buddies. I’ll knock you up first, of course, but anyone who’s part of the club will free use of your cunt after I plant my baby in you.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Lisa said and was careful to choke back her tears of gratitude.

“Fuckin’ right,” Michael said. “You saw the news, right? About the order?”

Lisa nodded. She had seen it. Lingerie news was required evening watching, just like the daily emails. The order was behind the Pink Pillz. They were some group of researchers, doing a social experiment for a big company. Lisa couldn’t remember the name of the company, but there wasn’t a lot Lisa did remember. Only important things, like sucking Michael’s cock.

Michael took a corn cob from the table and pushed it up Maria’s twat as he continued, “What happens in this town is gonna set a precedent for others. I know you don’t understand and you shouldn’t care, but it’s hard to turn down the chance to give a villainous monologue, you know?”

Lisa nodded. Michael pulled the corn cob from Maria’s cunt and handed it to Lisa.

“Eat that,” he ordered.

Lisa began to eat. Michael stood and pulled Maria up from her chair by the hair, chuckling as she hollered. He roughly bent her over the table and smeared warm butter into her asshole.

“Here, Mommy,” he said. “Add some motherly spit to your daughter’s butthole so I can ream it.”

Lisa set down the corn and spit into Maria’s ass. Michael followed it with more butter.

“Hey, faggot,” Michael said to Bobby, “You got any binder clips?”

Bobby thought and then said, “Yes, sir.”

Michael waved him off and Bobby hurried to get the clips.

“Lisa, why don’t you push that corn cob up your cunt and then finish it.”

Lisa nodded and worked the corn into her cunt. Bobby returned with the clips and handed them to Michael, but he shook his head.

“Put those on your daughter’s nipples. I’d prefer her tits hurt when I butt fuck her.”

“Yes, sir,” Bobby said and jerked Maria up by the hair.

She hollered as her father applied the clips to her nipples, and then screeched as Michael pushed her tits down against the table and slid the head of his cock into her anus. While Lisa masturbated with the corn cob, she rubbed her clit and watched Michael give her squealing daughter her first ass fucking.

Before she was able to cum, Michael pulled his buttered cock from Maria’s butthole and ordered Lisa to her knees. With the corn cub lodged in her cunt, he pushed his wet cock into her mouth, took her hair in his fists, and battered her suckhole with short deep strokes. The hard throating had rivers of slimy spit pouring from Lisa’s mouth, down her chin, and dripping onto her jiggling tits.

This time, however, Michael did not cum in her throat. Not tonight. Tonight he pulled his cock out and dragged Lisa and Maria up the stairs.

In the bedroom she’d once shared with her husband, Michael lay back on the bed. For his amusement, he had Lisa and Maria kiss one another around his cock as he enjoyed watching them attempt to get it into their mouths. His amusement with watching them only lasted so long, though. It was soon time to breed his new bitches.

***

The Changes

It had been five weeks since Michael and the odd group of researchers had taken over the town. No one tried to leave. There was no reason. The town was happy.

Where once there had been crime, now there was only a daily routine of pretty pink fuckholes, giggly and stupid, ready for their next degrading breeding session. The town had been a place of individuals, each of them different and unique. Today, there was only cutesy pink sex dolls, whose only concern was looking pretty and fuckable.

In the office that once been the Mayor’s, Michael sat in the chair behind the big desk. On her knees, Layla slowly suckled on his cock, her belly beginning to show. Her huge tits hung freely now. There were no tops to fit them, and she no longer needed to cover them.

To Michael’s right stood an old man who was not quite old anymore. Michael might have an air of authority, but compared to this man’s it was like a seedling. This man had the authority of years, and he was a man who was used to having his way and being obeyed.

“It’s a fine bit of work, Michael,” the old man said.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Shane. Just call me Shane,” the old man said. “When you suggested mixing the Pink Powder with the Revitalizer, I was dubious. Damned if it didn’t work, though.”

Michael held Layla’s head down on his cock as she sputtered and gagged. “We’ll need time to study the long-term effects, but I think it’s a good step. I hope you agree.”

Shane nodded. “I do. I’ve set up another experiment like it to see if we can reproduce the results.”

Michael grunted and came into Layla’s throat as Shane rested a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine work. You’re a credit to the company,” the old man said. “I’m granting you personal access to the Revitalizer, and you’ll always have a place at BimboTec.”

Michael wiped his brow and said, “Thank you… um, Shane.”

Shane nodded. “As long as you don’t fuck me over. Don’t ever fuck me over, kid.”

Michael shook his head. “No! No, sir, Mr. Shane!”

Shane patted the young man on the shoulder, started for the door, and called back, “Keep up the good work. I’ll drop back in to see how things are going soon enough.”

Michael pulled Layla’s head off his cock and tapped a buzzer on his desk. A moment later, Lisa, nude and pregnant bumbled into the office. Along with her came her former husband, himself now sporting a baby bump. Michael chuckled as he recalled pasting the sissy’s bitch hole with his seed while Lisa watched.

“Yes, sir?” she said.

“Lisa, I’m done with your niece. I think she’s learned that trying to hide didn’t help. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

The young woman on the floor spit up a wad of cum and nodded her head.

“Why don’t you take her down to tit torture and let them work on her for a while?” Michael suggested.

Lisa nodded and pulled her niece up from the floor by her hair. Michael sat back and watched his slaves leave with a satisfied smile on his face. Yeah. It was a nice bit of work. And an excellent reward.