Futa Worshiping Sissy Ch. 02-3 A

(Hey readers! I did a bunch of work on this, over the last few months. It was getting a lot of my attention over the novel, and the other two-three LIT stories I'm currently writing. I decided to let you see what was up with Kelly and how the date went.

If you are not into futa, no idea how you found this story. It also includes some references to toilet slavery near the end, but only in passing. (No descriptions). The biggest thing is Futa on sissy sex. Bit of Black Futa and white sissy boi romance, and one scene of spit roasting. If this is not your bag, then please move on! Thanks!

Let's see how Kelly is holding up after that call!)

FUTA LOVING SISSY CH 2

I saw Dominique in front of the restaurant. I began to walk towards her.

It was warm today so I wore a sundress with no bra or panties. I wanted Latasha to see all of me, if she asked to. My flats were very comfortable and helped ease my nervousness.

"Hey Kelly!" Dominique opened her massive arms and held me in a tight hug. "How are you holding up? It's been a year now right?" She was smiling brightly. It felt good in her arms. I kissed her cheek.

"I'm nervous as hell. But I have a steady job and I'm getting by." I said truthfully.

"You look great! Latasha is going to love you, I promise. You may still get a futa wife honey!" Dominique was building up the hope.

"Someone over there talking about me?" I heard a sweet voice say. It was from behind me. Dominique's face lit up almost as brightly as when she hugged me. I was too nervous to turn and look.

"Nobody would ever talk about your black skinny ass you sissy lovin' ho!" Dominique said as I heard footsteps speed up behind me and saw a massive futa crash into Agent Dominique in a long and dear hug.

The futa was easily six foot, eight inches. If she had a skinny ass, I wondered what a phat ass looked like as it was perfectly over pronounced. She had black straightened hair all the way down to her waist, which seemed to point to an ass I would love to sleep in. Then she turned and faced me.

I expected Dominique's beauty. I was looking at a Goddess.

"You my sweet little one, must be Kelly. Latasha." She bent a knee, took my hand and kissed it. I was about to faint. This was too much. No way was I getting this lucky. There had to be a catch!

She'd have to have uncontrollable schizophrenia, a nasty case of herpes and hepatitis C, perhaps killed the last three sissies she was with?

I hadn't realized she was pushing me with her arm around my back into the restaurant.

"I think you broke her." Dominique said as I sat next to Latasha.

"I'm just that damned good lookin'" Latasha opened her menu.

"Kelly? Can you hear me?" Dominique grabbed my hand. I woke from the daze I was in. I was trying to imagine a world where this futa would like a sissy like me.

"Yes. Sorry. I'm a bit light-headed." I said softly.

"Relax Kelly, Latasha is a real sweetheart. Her last sissy divorced her and took the house. Um, 5 years ago. I finally got her to stop feeling sorry for herself and got her back in the game." Dom explained.

I looked at Latasha.

"Your sissy divorced you?" I was all sorts of confused.

"Yes my sissy wife, ex-wife, whom I was pregnant with our baby with, decided that she wanted a futa that was more into the traditional way of life. She got pissed when I asked her to give me a baby, and refused to bliss her. She did as I asked, the state took the kid for the futa schools. Right after Lana was born that bitch dropped divorce papers on me. Bitch had freedom, but wanted a collar." She moaned.

"What my cousin is trying to say is that she wants a sissy that can still use her clit for breeding, and isn't afraid of freedom." Dominique helped fill in the gaps. I thought I was okay with that, but I had to ask a very important question for me to even consider this futa next to me.

"Did you fuck your wife?" I asked plainly. Dominique started laughing, which caused Latasha to laugh. I sat there confused.

"Tell her about Victor!" Dominique begged.

"Kelly, I had a male slave that followed my wife around the house cleaning the floors as my cum leaked down her legs. I liked her naked, and leaking my essence from her sissy puss. I'm a very sexual being. Sissy ass is the only ass I like. I can't stand Alpha men. Hell Beta men bore me." She said. Dominique nodded while digging the carrots slices from her salad.

"So a lot then?" I asked.

"I'm a futa, little Kelly. Yes, I like to love, I like to cuddle, and I need to cum 7 times a day minimum. So Kelly can I take you on a private date?" Latasha asked. I looked at Dominique who had a mouthful, but with wide eyes, was nodding 'yes'.

"I'd like to know you better Latasha, so please yes." I said.

"You set the place and time. I'll pay for it. Deal?" Latasha held her hand out to shake mine.

"Deal. But I want to get to know you better before our date so I can plan a good one." I said.

"Vixen! This one!" Dominique said with a mouthful, pointing at me.

"MANNERS!" Latasha and I said at the same time. Then we giggled. We were a lot alike.

After Dominique finished her dinner we went for drinks. Dom hung out with the cops outside and smoked as Latasha and I played a Q and A game so that I'd get to know her better and she'd know me.

"Feet, sexual or gross?" She asked.

"Gross." I said.

"Anilingus, sexual or gross?" I asked.

"Mandatory!" She yelled and dove over to kiss me while we were in the booth. The booth overlooked the dance floor of the night club. "How else am I to lube you up for my 13 inch cock?" She whispered. I almost came when she said that.

"Human toilet, sexual or gross?" She asked. I shrugged. If I fell in love with her I'd do anything, but I did not enjoy it when it was my brother.

"I get eating cum from a futa, it has all the nutrients someone like me needs. I'm told it feels like you ate a big bowl of oatmeal, so it is filling. I'm not sure on the other parts though." I said honestly.

"We can come back to that later!" She yelled over the now loud bumping music. I sipped my beer and smiled at her.

"Anal?" I asked and answered with her.

"MANDITORY!"

I took a taxi cab home. The ride-share companies only did one on-line background check in the beginning of their drivers start. Cabbies were governed by cops and had FBI background checks done yearly.

I took off my cock cage and looked at my tiny noodle. I began to stroke it thinking of Latasha's ass and it got hard. Three whole inches. It used to be four. I would need my clit to work so I wanked it whenever I was free to. Soon I could start cumming larger and larger loads. My cock size got a bit larger too. It had taken a week out of my cage to get my clit to heal that much.

The breaded chicken cutlets were almost ready as I drained the pasta. My small house was immaculate. All week when I wasn't wanking, I was cleaning. I sauteed the mushrooms, thinly sliced garlic and onions and after they were perfect I laid that over the pasta. I pulled the chicken as I heard a knock on the door.

"It's open! I have my hands full!" I yelled smiling. I wore a 1950's style dress with an apron. I was hoping she'd like the 'stay at home wife' look.

"Smells amazing." Latasha said. She was wearing a sensible business suit.

"Beer is in the fridge, wine is in that cupboard." I looked towards the wine rack.

"Beer is fine. You want one?" She asked as she grabbed a bottle.

"Sure hon. Please go sit at the table, I'm just finishing up." I smiled at her longingly.

My mind was a clustered mess. I was so excited about this date, but I was worried that I might not be right for her. She was promoting freedom. I just wanted to worship her cock. How do I explain it?

I placed the dishes on the table and served her. She was staring at me with a small smile.

"You are so beautiful." She said as she kissed my cheek. I sat in my chair.

She tasted the food and her eyes went wide. She chewed savoring the herbs I used in the breading. "This is amazing!" She got another forkful, and closed her eyes as she ate. I didn't want to dampen her mood. But I needed to say it.

"Latasha I have a confession to make." I said as I twirled the pasta on my fork.

"I do as well, but you can go first." She smiled at me trying to make me comfortable in my own home.

"I've always wanted to serve a futa. I was starting to look into the Futa Church when my brother stopped me. I'd always wanted to know what it would be like to be blissed and just worship futa cock. Things have changed somewhat since then. Now I'm a real sissy and it can't be reversed. All week I've been trying to make my sissy clit work again and produce semen. No idea if any sperm are coming from my balls." I sighed. "What I'm saying is, I'd like to be a sissy wife to you, but I don't want to be pampered. I actually understand where your Ex-wife was coming from. We are sissies because we love to take dick, we are drawn to cock. We worship futa cock, and most, never want to use our clits at all. However! I am keenly aware of how lucky I am to have even met you. So I will agree to be sissy-mother to our children... If you will have me of course." I put food in my gob before I made it worse.

Latasha nodded with a strange smile on her face.

"I accept that." She said. "My turn."

"Kelly, you are by far the prettiest sissy I have ever met. I love how large your ass is, and how perfect your little titties are. I think mother hood would suit you. I know you don't want to be a true female, and you want to keep you clitty and balls. However, I would love it if you had a couple surgeries for me. If you don't want to, and you'd rather use your clitty to build our family that option is still on the table." She cleaned her plate after she finished speaking. Then reached into her inside pocket and pulled out two sets of papers.

They were labeled "As-Is" and "Anal Uterus"

"Anal Uterus?" I asked I hadn't opened the papers to read what was most likely a wedding contract.

"Yes, so you can birth me futa and later, boys and girls. Be a real Mom." She drank from her beer. I was looking down at the tri-folded papers.

"They can put a uterus in the first bend of your colon. You'd have ovaries that would spit out a couple eggs once a month. Those eggs will be made from your DNA. You get to keep your prostate, so you can have a sissygasm, You would only be able to eat from me, maybe some lighter solids, and well beer of course. No steaks. You'd have to keep your colon pristine. The only thing coming out of it would be our cum. You would actually jizz into your sissy pussy providing lube, so you need a vasectomy so you don't get yourself pregnant. Whatever solids you did have to expel, would come out of your clitty. Like silly string." She laughed.

"Wouldn't that be super expensive?" I asked. Not agreeing or disagreeing.

"It would be cheaper for you to be a full woman, but neither of us wants that. I love you the way you look now." She said as she got up to get another beer. "Think about it."

"My hips?" I said as she brought me a fresh beer and sat back down.

"That's why I said a couple of surgeries. It would be painful, cause they have to break them to make them wider. But think of how great your ass will look with wider hips!" She smiled sheepishly, to see if I was taking the bait. I smiled back,

"Latasha, if I agree to be the mother of our kids, I don't want to be pampered. I don't want to be put on the pedestal you have me on now. I just want to be like other sissies." I explained frightened of her response.

"I will not treat you like I do my slaves. I'm sorry Kelly I can't. I want a real relationship with you." She seemed unnerved.

"As do I. See the dress I'm wearing? This is who I want to be for you. Your housewife. Raising the kids, grocery shopping, cleaning the house. A submissive house wife. Please?" I saw her face turn serious.

"In a way you'd have to be, I suppose. While the kids, slaves and I are eating steaks and baked potatoes you have to get dinner from my balls." She thought for a moment then smiled at me. "I agree. I won't lose you because I am too daft to think about your wants and needs." She said softly. Then asked.

"Wedding rings or wedding collar?"

"What do your friends sissy's wear?" I asked.

"They aren't married to their futa, they are enslaved to them." She came back quickly.

"I'll leave it to you." I said.

"So, which of us is carrying and birthing our kids?" She asked with her eyes getting misty.

"I'll be happy to be mother to our children." Latasha began to cry from happiness.

"How do we have sapien boys and girls?" I asked next.

"You find one of my male slaves you really like and let him into our bed." She said plainly. Not liking the frown on my face. "My boys are lovely, you'll like them. They work my fields for me. They are gonna be pissed when I spend all my time with you, instead of keeping them in bliss." She laughed a bit.

"You blissed your slaves?" I asked more out of curiosity, as she seemed like someone that didn't believe in it.

"I did. I didn't enjoy it much, but the poor bastards had no place to go, and I needed an income after my ex wife took everything." She seemed ashamed that she owned men. I was unfazed.

"What kind of farm?" I asked.

"I have wheat, corn, and barley. I also have my slaves milked four times a day. I sell the cum to the bottling plant. They are averaging about a half gallon a day all mixed together." She was doing the math in her head and nodded.

"How many slaves do you OWN??" I asked.

"One hundred and sixty five as of this morning." She was still doing math in her head, her eyes were looking at my ceiling.

"How am I to maintain all of your slaves while you are at work?" I asked.

She looked back at me. "You don't, I have Alpha slaves for that. None of those boys are allowed in the house, ever! Unless you want to have a sapien child. But I will be home for that. Okay hon?" She stated a fact. I nodded.

"Are we engaged?" I asked.

"No. Not yet." She got off of her chair and knee walked to me. She was holding a large purse. Her face was level with mine.

"Close your eyes Kelly." She whispered. I did. She grabbed my left hand in one of her hands and pushed me down by the shoulder to my knees with her other hand.

"Kelly Hollander, will you be my submissive wife, mother of my children, and loyal partner for as long as we shall live?" She asked me.

"Yes Latasha, I would be happy to be your wife." I said my eyes still clamped shut.

"Take both of these as a symbol of my love and devotion to you, dear fiancee."

I felt a ring slide on my finger then a collar snap onto my neck. It was a rolled Gorean style steel collar, that self welded in most cases. I never heard it weld itself. So it could be removed.

"Open your eyes dearest." she said softly then kissed me.

The ring on my finger was gold with a half carat diamond on it. I turned to look in the mirror at the rolled steel collar. I looked great in that too.

"Which would you like to keep?" She asked.

" I said that was your decision." I said back softly admiring the collar.

"The collar does look good on you, and will make you less conspicuous when you are grocery shopping. So I say, both!" She smiled. I leapt into her lap as she knelt on the floor and kissed her with a full heart.

THREE WEEKS LATER

"I've called the real estate company and explained that they can deal with me, while you are recovering from surgery." Latasha said as she did my makeup. "They have a young couple that is interested."

"It used to be my brothers house. Somehow I feel like I should give it back to him." I tried not to move while I spoke as she was doing my eyeliner.

"You won that house fair and square, he had no right to make you into a sissy against your will." She said firmly.

"But you are happy he did, right?" I asked.

"Not the way it was done, no. You could have done it your own way when you decided on your own to do it."

"Water under the bridge." I sighed.

"That's right my bride. Let's just focus on today." She stepped back looking at my face and nodded. "You are perfect!" I turned and looked in the public bathroom mirror. I was a fucking hot looking sissy.

I got up and straightened my dress, then I fixed her tie. I'd have to teach her how to tie one, as if I was busy, she couldn't be going to sell our grains looking like this.

"Latasha, has no one taught you how to do a Windsor knot?" I sighed as I took the tie off and started from the beginning. She leaned down to make it easier for me.

"No. I normally wear female attire. You've seen my closet!"

"Okay good. There. That is how a tie is worn." I stepped back and looked at my futa. She looked as crisp as a new $100 bill.

"Let's get married." She grabbed my hand and we entered the courthouse.

I walked out Kelly Cooper, happy to be rid of the Hollander name.

We drove to the coast. Latasha had rented a cottage right on the beach. It was small and rather old fashioned. No stove, but all the implements needed to cook over the fire place. I lost my mind, I loved it so much. I was gonna be a 1800's housewife for our honeymoon.

Dominique, her husband, wife, and sissy were right next door. We did almost everything together that week. Her wife and I cooked, the sissy kept up both cabins, and the husband and I got to get to know each other.

The last night, as Michelle (Dom's wife) and I served dinner outside to the large picnic table between our cabins. My Futa wife stood up. And clinked her beer bottle with her fork.

"I have an announcement. Tomorrow, after we get home, Kelly's going to be admitted into Sacred Heart Medical, for the first of three surgeries. Tonight might be the last time she gets to eat a steak, as she will have to keep her pussy pristine for the babies we will have!" She held her beer up to me and took a swig, Dom and her husband did as well.

"Yes. I'm gonna be the mother of our children. But Dominique, had you told me I was only gonna get to give my wife oral till after the surgery, I'd have never married Latasha!!" I joked, getting a huge laugh, and sat down waiting for Dom and my wife to pick their cut of meat before Michelle, Rick (Dom's hubby) and I were allowed to serve ourselves. Rick made a plate for their sissy, Polly, and set it down on the seat next to him so she could eat from the ground without sand getting on her plate.

That night, with both of us quite drunk, I undressed my wife and then undressed myself.

"Y-you really upset (burp), we haven't made love?" She asked me as I pulled back our blankets.

"No love. I was teasing you. I understand that you want me to lose my virgin-virginity to you with the, the, my pussy being a working one." I sat on the bed, then laid on her lap.

"This was the nicest hon, honeymoon, ev-ever." I mumbled onto her thighs.

"Suck me. My balls are full, then.. then we can sleep o-okay?" She said and pulled me with her as she backed up so her head was on the pillows. I took her monster in my hands.

"Feed (hic) Feed me (hic) Seymour." I said and began my wifely duty. I was gonna be so full after this. I ate like a pig at dinner.

"Take it baby, all the way!" I was bobbing up and down her 13 inch cock. My throat getting raw. She finally grabbed my head, as I had been at this for 30 minutes. She face-fucked me like I was a slave, instead of her wife. I was pissed at first, but then thankful when she finally dropped her early breakfast into my stomach. Now I was beyond full. Also, a bit angry.

I didn't bring it up. I liked that she would treat me like that. Liked I had wanted to be treated when I started this journey. I kept my mouth shut, crawled up to her face, kissed her, and fell asleep on her left massive breast. She was asleep before I even kissed her.

SURGERIES

"Do the worst first." I had told Latasha. They had put me under and were going to break my hips. Then they would use a calcium infuser to fill in the break. It would widen my hips 1.5 inches on each side so that a babies shoulders could pass. The healing time was months.

While at the hospital, I was well fed from my wife's balls three or four times a day. It was addictive. I knew why most people married to futa only eat from them once a day. There is a high that begins as it settles in one's stomach. The type of high that comes from opiate pain pills like Percocet. It did actually help me with the pain.

Towards the end of hip recovery, I was having shakes for up to an hour before I was to be fed. I asked my wife to please ween me down.

"I'm not spending any more money on pain killers for you honey. These surgeries have me tapped out. You wanted to be a futa cock worshiper, and now you are. Open up and let me fuck your throat till I feed you. I've been horny for over 45 minutes!

(She is acquiescing to what I had asked for. To be dominated, to be a futa cum dumpster. But I thought she wanted romance?) I had thought that night.

The next surgeries were internal and done almost back to back. They rerouted my digestive system. Waited to see if it healed correctly and worked, then started on my reproductive system. My vas was routed to below where my uterus would be planted. When I had precum or an orgasm it would now leak down my sissy pussy lubricating it.

The uterus and ovaries were last. My body would reject it unless the blood type was the same, also if I didn't have enough of the right hormones in my blood. This seemed to take forever.

I was always sore, and always needing my wife's cum. Due to hospital policy, she could only feed me three times a day which she bitched at me for.

"Hurry up and heal. I hate fucking the slaves. I need to get off 7 times a day minimum!" She barked after the high kicked in. I nodded and touched my collar.

"I'm sorry Latasha. I'm doing what I can. It's the testing that takes forever. It's not my fault!" I moaned weakly.

"So am I. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't yell at you. I know this must be hard on you. Once you get home, I'll make you feel real good. Okay baby?"

"I'd like that hon." I smiled with half lidded eyes. She had given me a massive load, it made me high, full, and tired.

A few weeks later and I had to start physical therapy. I crawled on a tread mill for an hour, then walked on it for an hour. They sent me home when they knew my hips were working well.

BREEDING DAY

"Looking good Kelly!" Dominique ran up to me as Latasha and I got out of the car in front of our house. She hugged me, grabbing my hips and ass. "You are are gonna get fucked silly tonight!" She laughed.

"That's the plan cuz." Latasha said wrapping her arms around me from behind. "She's getting prego with a big black futa to-NIGHT!"

"I'm barely healed." I said. "Maybe we should take it easy." I was ignored.

"Baby roulette? You owe me Latasha. You know two of my futa are yours." Dominique said seriously.

"I'm down Dominique. Baby roulette." My wife said.

"What's baby roulette?" I asked as I was pushed into the house.

"Relax Kelly, it's a family tradition. I promised to keep you safe. And I will, especially when you are pregnant." Dom said showing her badge to me again.

"Hon, the first three futa are going to be taken to government nurseries, then be raised as military. So your first three babies don't count. Dominique and I will take turns making love to you. It insures pregnancy, and you will ride on the edge of bliss but never actually have any damage done. You wanted to worship futa cock, well little wife you'll be busy doing that tonight."

"Sounds painful." I wore the worry on my face like a blinking neon sign.

"I'll take your virginity, I mean to 'futa cock'. Nice and slow okay? After I cum, and you will have too, you'll be wanting more. Trust me baby." Latasha cooed.

I went to the bedroom and took off my dress and the bandages over the place I used to have balls. Latasha forgot to tell me she was taking those. The stitches has disappeared. My limp clitty had shrunk even more. I'd have to sit to use the toilet, piss and silly string poop.

"Damn those hips are poppin'!" Dominique said.

"I thought you weren't attracted to sissies?" I asked.

"Most sissies, no. The sissy my husband fucks, hell no. But you got something going on! Hmm!

"While I break her in, why don't you feed her?" Latasha said as we got on the bed. I was on all fours. Dominique was now naked in front of me with a half a hard on.

"Kelly are you willing to submit by your own free will?" Dom asked, wagging her cock in front of my face.

"Yes." I said.

"Excellent." Dom said, then had me nurse on the tip of her cock I felt the most amazing thing ever happening directly south.

Latasha had her tongue up my sissy hole and was making out with it.

Latasha pushed her tongue in as Dom found her way to my throat.

"Now that we have no interruptions, you heard Kelly. You can do whatever you want to the sissy. I can't bust you. That was a decision made with a clear mind." Dom said as her cock sawed in and out of my throat. "She has to pay you and I back for all the money I loaned you, and what you spent on the surgeries." Dom said with a moan at the end.

I felt Latasha say "Ah ha!" into my ass. She pulled her tongue out and mounted me with her massive cock, slowly at first.

"I know my friends in the sissy loving community would be happy to come by with their husbands to knock her up and get a sissy baby of their own to raise. Once they are legal, they'll bliss the shit out of them so they become full time breeders like my Kelly." My wife said as I was spit roasted between two powerful futa.

(What is she talking about??)

"What do you do if one comes out a girl?" Dominique asked as she picked up speed.

"Let them sell it or keep it. They have to pay me upfront. She'd be meek woman in 20 years like Kelly. So? Who gives a fuck. I just want a few kids of my own, and for this tight ass to pay itself off." My wife said like I was not even there. ("Itself"?)

"Oh cuz, I'm gonna feed your sissy YES!" Dom slammed her hips and pubes into my face as her massive load pulsed from her cock, deep into my throat.

"Dammit you got me going! Take it cock worshiper, take your first breeding, the first of 30!" My wife said as she filled my new uterus, bucking against my ass. Dom pulled her cock from my mouth as my wife's cock slowly slid out of me.

"What are you two talking about?" I asked after I caught my breath.

"Change of plans. I owe my cousin $150,000, and I dumped $160,000 into getting you changed into what you are now. So, until those debts are paid, you are my whore." Latasha said seriously.

"You said you would submit by your own free will Kelly. So don't EVEN look at me this time. You are her whore now. You have to pay her, and I back for that medical miracle." Dominique said as she stroked her cock, it was getting hard again already. I could feel Latasha's load starting to leak from me. Panic was setting in as I had just absorbed what they had said.

"So before I begin my slavery am I to be blissed?" I looked at my wife.

"I give you all that you asked me for, and now you insult me?" She dodged the question. "You know what bitch? Yes I own that ass. You will be a whore, my whore, and make me MY money! Fucking ungrateful... No I ain't gonna bliss you. Your ass will pay off that debt! Then, then maybe I'll be a nice wife to you. Till then you are gonna push out three Futa so I am clear with the government. Then you gonna carry five to ten kids, you need to push out five sissies, to pay off this debt. After that we can be a nice and sweet, and romantic. You can pick out some loser male to give us a family!" Latasha taunted.

Dominique laughed as she lined up with my gaping asshole.

"She's lyin'. You gonna be a breeder sissy for the rest of your adult life. Welcome to the Church of Futa cum rag." Dom laughed at her own taunt and slammed into my ass. "I could get used to this!" Dom moaned.

"I'll have Kelly in the breeding rack for the next few days. Feel free to come by and feed and breed her." She looked down at me. "Open up!" Latasha stood in front of my face with her half hard cock on my lips. I opened my mouth.

I got what I asked for. As they took turns filling me up, they were counting the ounces of cum I had in my sissy pussy.

"Oh that first one was a big one so I'm gonna guess 12 ounces, so after you filled him Dom with your second load that would be say 22 ounces. This one will be smaller..." When they couldn't get hard again after six rounds of spit roasting me, I felt something in my ass that was not a futa cock.

"Thought you said you weren't gonna bliss her?" Dom said from behind me.

"How many ounces of cum did you calculate?" Latasha asked.

"128 in the sissy pussy was my guess, but there's a lot on the floor. You also won't need to feed her for days. So bliss?" Dom asked again.

"Nah. Just wanted to scare my little wifey poo! We did eight rounds on your wife. We are getting weak in our old age." My wife Latasha said to Dom. They laughed. She let me up and told me to empty my cunt into the toilet, then put the plug back in.

As I sat on the toilet dumping what must have been near a gallon of cum from my pussy, I could hear them talking.

"She's totally into it. You could see it!" Dom was saying.

"I wanted to give Kelly a night to remember. She's got her kinks, and I don't mind playing on them sometimes, but you know that is not who I am." My wife said back. I heard a wine cork pop. "Stay over tonight, it's been a while since we goofed off." My wife seemed to be asking Dom.

"Honey, I love you. I do. But I have a husband at home and somehow I need to make love to him tonight. You know that was just a fling right? I'm not gay. I was curious, and now I'm not. Besides, how would you even get it up? OH! Also, I can never have something like that in my pussy ever again Latasha. I walked funny for days!" She was pointing at Latasha's limp cock.

"Good wine this." Dom's segues needed work.

"Sorry to bring it up. I'm not really gay either, I just have a thing for You." My wife said.

"That's sweet. Shh. Kelly just flushed."

I was so full, my belly bulged as I looked in the mirror. 'This is what I will look like in seven months'. I thought. I was so high from all of the cum, I thought I was near weightless, and yet I was able to hear their entire conversation and walk. My burps were delicious. I forced the plug into my ass to seal it off from germs after treating the plug with a disinfectant lube. The only time that plug would need to be removed is when I was needed to please my wife.

She had tricked me. I believed all she and Dom were saying a few hours ago. I realized that maybe my dreams were not what I really wanted. Maybe I just wanted to be married to a hot, large black futa.

I stumbled out of the bathroom and Dom poured me a glass of wine.

"Pretty sure I'm pregnant Agent. Not a good idea, and if I am honest I'm too intoxicated as is." I said as I sat on the floor naked next to my naked wife. She was in the dining room with Dom across from her at the dining table.

"Sit on a chair Kelly, you aren't a slave. We were just making your fantasies come true. Well except baby roulette. That was real." My wife pulled out a chair and helped me into it.

"I'm very aware." I said softly. Latasha giggled.

"I should go, my husband is probably worried." Dom tipped back her glass and emptied it.

"Drive safe, and thanks for the help making Kelly's dreams come true." Latasha said as Dom put on her clothes.

"Yes thank you Agent Cooper. I no longer crave bliss nor slavery. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it." I followed up.

"I meant what I said Kelly, you are the only sissy I have ever wanted to fuck, so thank YOU! By the way, it might be my futa in your womb! Night lovebirds. I'll see you next weekend." Dom said as she checked the gun in the shoulder hung holster, and closed the door behind her.

I looked at my wife with a confused look. Not that it needed explaining.

"Hon, the first three kids don't count as family. They are just your job. Com'on lets go to bed." She helped me out of the chair, and then to the bedroom. She tucked me in before crawling in herself and pulled my head to her left breast.

"I love you Kelly." She mumbled already half asleep.

"I love you more Latasha."

MEETING THE FAMILY

Three Months Later

As we had eloped and had a courthouse wedding, I had only known Dominique. That was to change on Sunday.

Today was Friday. I would meet all of the Coopers on Sunday. There was to be a huge family reunion that Sunday and Coopers were coming from all over the nation and a couple from other countries. Why Latasha decided to wait to introduce me was a constant argument between us.

I'd have preferred to meet her immediate family first!

One day I pushed my wife too far. She spun around and screamed down at me.

"THE REASON I HAVE NOT TOLD ANYONE ABOUT US IS I'M STILL IN THE FUCKING CLOSET KELLY!!! Goddess in heaven!!" She walked out of the house sniffling, and crying. Her truck started and she left. I called Dominique.

"My wife is most likely headed to your place." I said on the phone.

"I'm on a stakeout. I won't be home till I'm relieved, what's going on Kelly?"

"What does Latasha mean when she says 'she's still in the closet'?" I asked.

"You are lucky I have time for this sissy. Okay, you know how futa on futa is called 'gay'?" She asked.

"Yeah but she is only gay for you. She was talking about me and why I hadn't met your family yet." I stated.

"Futa are not allowed to fall in love with blissed slaves. It's like falling in love with your couch cause you fuck it between the cushions. They are mindless property." She explained.

"Not seeing how that applies to us."

"Loving a sissy, and then making her able to breed is seen as worse than that. You wasted a perfectly good male slave and put a uterus in it, and spent a ton of money to do it. Imagine if she had put a uterus in a couch, so she could get it pregnant."

"I'm really that low in the Futa world?"

"Yeah, and she married you, then we knocked you up. Her coming out in front of the entire family was going to be a make or break moment. She wanted to know who will accept her and who she will never speak to again. Really not sure how my futa aunt, her mom, will react to this. I may want to give you a bulletproof vest. Kelly that isn't a joke. You are seen as nothing more than property to most Futa. You were so lucky you met me first, instead of going to the church." She stopped talking. "Gotta go!" I heard her car start, and then heard her on her radio

"Subject is moving south on..." She hung up.

I called my wife. Rang twice and went to voicemail.

"She's dodging me little futa." I said as I rubbed my lower belly. I was just starting to show.

I decided to carry out my wifely duties as if she would be home any minute. I plated her dinner after I was done with laundry. I sat at the dining table alone, waiting. I finally ate my cold food and wrapped up her plate and put it in the refrigerator.

I watched Futa-flix till 1am, then gave up and went to bed.

When I woke, she was still not home. I called Dom again. This time, my nerves were beyond frazzled. I was in a panic.

"Put out a missing persons! She's still not home. You have to do it now!" I barked into the phone.

"Kelly take the plug from your ass and fart! You are all too wound up! She's at a motel room near you. She'll be home today! Calm the fuck down sissy. You need to be a nice and loving wife when she gets home. You hearing me?" She was stern with me like she was talking to one of her slaves.

"Thank goddess she's okay. Yes, I'll take good care of her!" I said. She disconnected.

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"She loves you, she's fucking frantic. What are you gonna do about tomorrow?" Dominique stood in the motel room 3 blocks from her cousins house.

"I have to come out. I love Kelly. I can't imagine a life without her. If my mom can't accept that, then I guess I'm not in the will." Latasha's makeup was ruined. She'd cried all night and not slept at all. She sipped the coffee Dom had brought her.

"Just don't tell them about us, or baby roulette." Dom sipped her own coffee and sat on the bed next to her cousin.

Instead of saying anything, Latasha looked at her Dominique like she was soft in the head.

"Sorry. I trust you." Dom said. "You okay getting home? I need to catch up with this slave trafficker."

"I'll be fine. How's Kelly?"

"I told you. Panicked. She loves you." Dom opened the door to the small dirty motel room.

"Thanks Dom."

"Yeah cuz, see you at the shin dig." Dom left. Latasha went to the shower and washed up. She wiped off all the makeup and stared at herself in the mirror.

"I am futa, I am strong. None can take me down. I am a married futa, I must protect my mate! None can take me down!" She dressed and drove three blocks home.

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I heard the truck pull up and ran to the front door. I looked out and saw my wife climb out. I ran at full speed at her and jumped. Thankfully she caught me. My neighbors got an eyeful as I kissed her face like a dog missing it's Master.

She carried me into the house.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." I kept saying in her ear, until she closed the front door. She set me down gently and held me to her in a tight embrace.

"It is not your cross to bear, little wife. Tomorrow, I will face this on my own. All I ask is you stay quiet and demure, like a slave okay? That's it. Let me do the talking. If you run to my defense, you will make it far worse. Promise me Kelly!" She looked down at me, kissed my forehead.

"But if they..."

"No matter what they say about me. You cannot defend me. It will make me look weaker. Alright?" She stared into my eyes. She knew if cornered, I'd fight.

"I promise Latasha. I will hate it. Can I give dirty looks?" I asked.

"No! Demure and obedient, pretend you are blissed!" She added to the list of behaviors.

"FINE!" I pulled out of her embrace and went to fix dinner. I wasn't happy about this but I just wanted to move on with our lives. I had no want what-so-ever to meet her family now.

After dinner, and after I finished the dishes we watched a movie together.

"I love that you would try to fight for me Kelly. But you are an ant and my futa family have very big feet okay baby?" She fed me some pop corn. I fed it back to her after I sucked off all the salt and butter via a kiss.

"Bitch!" She spat it out and began to tickle me. I writhed uncontrollably, as she laughed at me, I was cackling like a hyena.

"I give I give!" She stopped the assault, and kissed me again, this time all I had as a gift was my tongue.

"I need you Kelly."

"Be gentle, my first pregnancy, the doctors are nervous about us fucking."

"I won't touch your womb. Com'on. Bedtime baby."

She was very slow and very deliberate. It was heaven to have her deep in me again. We never lost our kiss from the very start, till she filled me up. It was more more romantic than our honeymoon had been.

I sat on the toilet leaking her 12 ounces of semen from me, as she climbed in the shower. Over the sound of the water, she began to tell me what would happen when we arrived. I climbed in with her and washed her as she explained everything. What they will say, what certain futa might try to do. By the time we crawled into bed I was rather scared, and had a hard time falling asleep. So I went under the blankets and sucked on the head of her cock to calm my mind.

I fell asleep on her thigh, mouth half full of futa cock.

I hadn't moved when I felt breakfast being squirted into my mouth.

"I love you so much Kelly! Put on your red dress and wear the heals I bought. I'll do your makeup today. Dom is going to go with us, she'll be here in an hour so we have to get ready quick. I fed you, so make me some eggs quick first." My wife said as she pulled the blankets from over my body where I was hiding between her legs.

"So cold!" I whined.

"Breakfast wife, please? Not sure if we will be there till dinner is served." She reasoned.

I threw on my warm robe and headed to the kitchen. I made her a 6 egg scramble with some diced ham, onions, peppers and sharp cheddar cheese. It smelled good, but I was so full of cum. My wife had a massive load in the mornings.

She came to the kitchen all decked out so I went to shower and dress.

I heard the dishes go into the sink and I adjusted my dress. I sat at the makeup table waiting.

She sat on the chair next to me and turned on the mirror lights.

"Are you to speak in my defense?" She asked as she did my cheeks.

"No wife, I'm to be submissive and act as a blissed slave." I said back.

"Even if they call me a faggot, freak or a bitch?" She asked. She was moving to my eye shadow, which I could do just fine. It was the eyeliner I still had issues with.

"Baby I will be demure, I will stay calm." I reassured her.

"I highly doubt it. You'll break. This proclamation I'm going to make will be like saying I'm Satan, at a mass in Rome with the Pope. Or a cigarette smoker on the west coast. Either way I'm damned. Hold still Kelly!" She finished my eyeliner.

"Pedophile?" I asked if it would be that bad.

"No. Cigarette smokers on the west coast are treated worse than pedophiles." She chuckled.

"You look gorgeous, I love how that dress shows off your baby bump! Damn they are gonna be be pissed! Come on baby, let's get me out of the closet." We walked out to see Dom's car waiting for us.

We both sat in the back with the tinted windows as we drove into the back woods. After two hours we pulled up to a large farm with cars parked everywhere. There had to be at least a hundred cars. Dom saw my face in the rear view mirror as she found a spot.

"Kelly, we have 50 adult cousins. They carpooled!" She laughed.

"Ugh all their slaves and kids will be here!" My wife moaned.

"You two ready?" Dominique cocked her pistol, set the safety, and put it back in the holster.

"No." I said.

"Yes" Latasha said at the same time.

"Look. Do it like a band aid. Quick fast, and painful as hell. Go to your mom, ask her to meet with Grandma Jalisa, and tell them both at the same time. Then introduce Kelly. Easy Peasy!" She snorted, while laughing.

"Yuck it up bitch, you are the one that might injure a family member with your loaded weapon!" My wife was very on edge. I pulled on her arm.

"Can we get this over with so we can go home and fuck?" I pleaded.

"Yeah... band aid. Let's do it little wife." We started to make our way to the back yard where the music was loud and the BBQ smell had me drooling.

Nothing had gone as planned.

DINNER IS SERVED

I stood behind my wife as Latasha came out to her mother, Letha, and her Grandmother, Momma J. (Jalisa). I nearly fainted when Letha told my wife that everyone knew she was a sissy fucker. That they accepted her just fine for who she was! They weren't part of the Church!

Momma J pulled me from my wife's backside as I leaned on it hyperventilating.

"Damn you are a pretty white sissy! And all prego wit a futa ain't ya? You get to sit next to me at the table little white sissy. I'm gonna feed that futa in your belly!" She said and gently walked me outside to where the dining table was. As if I was the old and frail one.

"Kill dat music! Stop playin the dice! Do it Now!" Her voice echoed off the mountains it was so loud.

"This here is Kelly! Latasha's sissy wife, she a working sissy though. All prego and everything. You treat her like you treat any of your own sisters! We Clear?!!!"

"YES MOMMA J!!!" Came back 80 or more voices.

My wife sat next to me near the head of the table.

"I know you are dying to eat all of this Barbecue, but you can't honey." Latasha said as if everything was normal.

"Your family accepted us?" I asked.

"Didn't see that coming either. Maybe they are afraid of Dom?" She started. "No. Mom told me they always knew, and half of my cousins are already trying to find a way to hit on you." She laughed weakly.

"I really want to eat that meat. It smells so good!" I laid my head on her shoulder.

"Let's go to my old bedroom. I'll get you full, so it's not so tempting." She shook me with a smile on her face.

"Bring BBQ sauce. I wanna taste that."

"My BBQ dick, okay Kelly. You got it!"

She actually dipped her cock in her grandmothers BBQ sauce as she fed me. It was a great meal. When we left the bedroom they carried out a massive ice cream cake for Momma J's 80th Birthday.

"You can have some ice cream cake then we have to go home." My wife talked at me like I was a child... but it was ice cream cake. In that moment I WAS a child. I could eat that, and it would be amazing. I wanted some.

"Dom has to work in the morning and so do I." She was saying as I approached the table where Momma J was cutting up her own cake.

A slave bumped into me as I waited in line to get some cake.

"Sorry. Hey do you do your own makeup? Cause My Mistress doesn't know how, and she likes me dolled up." The slave was rambling.

"My Futa wife does it. It's been months since I had ice cream. Please, just leave me be. My wife wants to leave, but I really want a piece of this cake." I was focused. I lived on sperm, yogurt, juice, and pasta.

"Yeah sorry to bother you. Never met a free sissy before. I was hoping your wife would buy me." She said. I stopped in the line and stepped out, actually looking at the sissy that was near tears.

Her body was covered in welts, and in some places, open wounds and scars. Her clitty was locked in the smallest chastity made, yet the clit was still too big for it. Her blonde hair was dirty and her breathe smelled like urine that was allowed to ferment to make a very gross booze.

"Come with me slave." I ordered. I grabbed her arm and dragged her back to where my wife sat waiting for me to eat ice cream cake, so we could go home.

"You didn't have cake. You brought a new friend?" My wife looked at me tiredly. She was VERY ready to go home.

"Latasha, someone in your family did this to her." I spun the skinny slave around so she could see all the wounds.

"That's called slavery, dearest Kelly. The thing you wanted forever till you tasted it. Remember?" She folded her arms as she sat on the top of the picnic table.

"Well she doesn't want it either, can you buy her?" I asked. I never expected to hear my wife start laughing hysterically at a request like this.

"You know how we gave you your fantasy a few months back? There was one thing that was real. I'm now $285,000 in debt still. Sure I'll pay it off in a few months, but I can't afford any sissy slaves. NOR do I WANT one! I have you! What are you doing Kelly?" She stood up and towered over me and looked angry.

"Trying to help another sissy." I said weakly.

"Not every sissy can win the lottery like you did." She climbed back up and sat on the picnic table.

"Not every sissy loving faggot can win the lottery, and be accepted by Momma J, either! Pay it forward Latasha!" I said as I hugged the sissy my size. I saw the sissies eyes open wide, then felt the blow.

A COLD HAZE

"I don't care what she said. You were trying to prove to our family that sissies make good wives and breeders and you cold cocked yours! How do Momma J and I defend you now?" I heard Letha's voice scolding her daughter. I was on a couch with an ice pack to the back of my head. The slave I was protecting, had my dress up and was nursing on my clit... for some reason.

"What is your name sissy?" I asked softly.

"Jill. You should not have pissed off your wife. She's gonna bliss you now." Jill whispered in my ear as she wiped my face with a cool wet rag.

"No she won't. She loves me. But she's a futa, so her anger goes bonkers sometimes. I'll be okay." I said to the sweet skinny sissy.

"Futa only lose control when they are pregnant." Jill said as a fact.

"That can't be completely true." I reasoned.

"Only time Mistress ever struck Master was when she was with child. Your wife is pregnant. I guarantee it." The futa went back to sucking on my clit. If she didn't stop soon, she'd get a mouthful of soft serve shit.

"Jill stop. I poop from there." I warned.

"I know. I want to know what being a full toilet is like. I really want your wife to buy me."

"How do you know she is pregnant?" I asked. Had she been cheating on me?

"Her smell! Goddess you are new to all this, aren't you?" Jill shook her head and went right back to nursing like it was my job to feed her!

"Please stop. My wife can't afford you."

"I can help you raise your kids." She finally stopped sucking on my tiny clit.

"My first three are going to be raised by the government, Jill, you should know that as long as you have been in service!" I mocked her earlier statement.

"Whatever. Please talk to your wife." She pleaded from her knees.

"Oh I plan to, just not about you. I don't want to get decked again." I got up off the couch and walked to my wife's side.

"You okay little sissy?" Letha asked.

"I'm fine. I needed to be taught a lesson, I had it coming." I said defending my wife. "Can we go home now?" I asked my wife.

My wife nodded, kissed me gently, before hugging her mother and grandmother.

The ride home was quiet even though my mind was going a million miles an hour. Dom drove us home. The only person that could've gotten my wife pregnant would have been Dom. The only time that could have happened was when they were together at the motel room. Shortly before we arrived at our house I looked into my wife's eyes and asked Dominique a very simple question.

"Dom did you get my wife pregnant?"

"I may have. I'm owning up to it. The reason you didn't see me much is I was talking to my own mother and I came out as gay. I told my mom I was in love with Latasha. I am divorcing my husband as well." She said as she pulled into our driveway. Latasha was starting to cry. I kept my eyes in hers.

"I was going to tell you Kelly. I didn't mean to do this behind your back." My wife explained softly.

I simply nodded. One less Futa I would have to carry and birth.

"When are you moving in?" I asked. I wasn't angry. I was disappointed that Latasha wouldn't have told me that night what had happened between them.

"We haven't yet talked about that." Dom said as she parked.

"So lets talk about it. I'm not going to come between you two. If my wife loves you, as much as you love her, I think you should get your priorities straight." I lectured. I got out of the car first and walked to the front door leaving them behind. I went to our room and laid down on my side of the bed and cried into my pillow.

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"We fucked up." Dom said as she turned the motor off.

"It was one moment of weakness. Kelly will understand. She's open minded! Relax Dom. We didn't do anything wrong!" Kelly held Dom's right hand in hers sitting in the passenger seat.

"Except fuck behind your wife's back, and knock you up." Dom countered.

"Let's go talk to her. Oh, and she was right, you should move in." Latasha said with pleading eyes.

"One step at a time Tasha." Dom opened her door.

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I heard them come in whispering to each other. I turned my back to the door and pulled up the blankets. I just wanted to sleep at this point. I was almost asleep when the bedroom door opened.

"Babe? You asleep?" Latasha asked then got into bed. Her arms wrapped around me. Her hard cock was pushing on my plug.

"I think your new futa wife should take care of that for you." I grabbed and pulled her dick from my ass cheeks.

"Please honey. You didn't know how close we were." She held me a little tighter.

"You two showed it to me, I knew. I thought you loved me enough to tell me that you had vaginal sex with her Thursday night." I said muffled by my pillow.

"Are you angry Kelly?" She asked. I turned over and looked at her.

"No. Just wish you'd have told me. You can make it up to me easily, okay?" I kissed her. I saw a ton of weight being lifted from her shoulders with my affection.

"How do I make it up to you babe?"

"Save Jill." I said curtly.

"You'll let Dom move in?" She asked.

"Yes. I won't come between you as I said. But I'm keeping my spot in this bed. This is OUR marital bed. You put her in another room. You can stay with her 3 nights a week. Okay?" I asked, she kissed me in response.

"Save Jill. I could use the help." I reiterated. "Slavery is all she knows so I want her for myself. Sign her over to me after you and Dom buy her." I asked in return.

"You really like that little blonde sissy huh?" Latasha asked.

"She wants to be my toilet and body slave. We obviously can't have anything but oral sex. Her clit is too small, I don't have balls, but I would love to have someone lick my cunt while I fall asleep, especially when you are staying with Dom." I explained.

"Toilet slave? That will take medications for her to survive! Honey really?" Latasha let go of me and lay back on her pillow.

"And your pregnancy is cheap?" I pointed out.

"She has to work a job, and help you keep house, AND be wet nurse to our kids!" Latasha demanded.

"Can't be a wet nurse if she's a toilet." I pointed out.

"Fine whatever! I'll ask my aunt how much she wants for Jane." Latasha sighed.

"Jill." I corrected.

"Yeah. Jill. Look I'm gonna stay with Dom tonight in the guest room. I'll give her the good news, then I'll need to ask her for more money to get Jill and the meds. Okay?" She started to roll off the bed.

"Sounds fair." I said as I reached up to kiss her.

"I'll be here in the morning to feed you, then make us breakfast okay babe?"

"Sounds good. Night Latasha. I love you."

"I love you more Kelly cause I'm bigger." She left our room. I turned back over and fell asleep thinking about Jill.

CHAPTER 3 A

Stolen Children and living toilets

(Six months later)

I woke to incredible pain and feeling like I was soaked. Jill helped me out of bed.

"The baby is coming. Wake Dom, Jill."

Latasha finally stirred from her slumber as I was moaning in pain. Her baby bump was also growing.

"Oh my god! Put on a robe we are going to the hospital." Latasha said suddenly freaked. My water had broke while I was sleeping. That was why I felt so wet.

I will never know what it is like for a natural woman or a futa to give birth, but I am here to say that pushing a 12 pound futa out of your ass is ludicrous. The pain was insane, and it seemed to take forever. I never even saw the child but for a few seconds after I got her all the way out. The nurses took her. I knew that she'd be raised in a facility, but it still broke my heart.

The DNA test said it was Latasha's futa. My wife only smiled at Dom.

I was to be on bed rest to heal. I didn't tear, somehow. Maybe because of my wife's fat black cock. Not sure. Jill served me hand and foot, shit and piss. The bitch was nuts. She loved it. Weird ass sissy cunt slave.

I was healed and was getting horny a lot by the time Latasha gave birth. I didn't go. Wasn't my kid, and it would be taken away. What would be the point?

Dom, Latasha, and I got married in Momma J's backyard. The whole fucking family showed up. We were now a triad. I had always had a thing for Dominique, which is why I never fought with Latasha about her having sex with Dom. But now Dom had to accept me as her wife, and treat me as such.

The meal smelled amazing, but I couldn't eat any of it. The cum and soft food diet would be for life. Damn I wanted some ribs.

"Kelly baby!" Momma J called me into the house. I went in for the first time.

"Honey. Come sit." She had me sit at the small kitchen table. She sat across from me.

"You are one futa short birth of starting a real family. You are gonna need a male soon. Have you been thinking on that?" She asked.

"Honestly no. I was wondering whom Dom would chose to carry the last one." I said off the cuff.

"Latasha is submissive to Dominique? That what you tellin' me sissy?" She asked, her brows furrowed.

"Um, yes?"

"This family is getting weirder and stranger by the day. Any rate. I asked you here to pick out your husband. I have 13 grandchildren that are large black bulls, to help you have some daughters and sons. I mean, if you want to keep it in the family. Do Dom and Tasha want a white man?" She looked concerned.

"It hasn't been discussed Momma. Dom was just married in today... I mean.." I shrugged.

"You need to be the boss in that house little sissy. Otherwise they are going to run over you. I'm going to make you boss after I bless you." She laughed then handed me a tablet. "Here's pictures of my grandsons. If you like one point him out and I'll introduce you. They aren't wearing clothes and they are erect. These boys are the ones that want to be your husband. All thirteen want it. You can pick one of them, or let your Futa wives pick someone off the street."

I didn't want a husband yet. I knew I had to think about my legacy and a real family soon, but Latasha or I had one more futa to birth before we could start. I looked at the pictures of the black men. They were large, but dwarfed by their Futa sisters. A couple had almost Futa sized cocks. That caught my attention. I'd want to feel them in me. Latasha had me trained to take her wide cock. Speaking of which I was fucking starving.

"Momma I see two or three I would like to get to know. May I be excused, I need one of my wives to feed me. The BBQ smell always makes me hungry." I said as I stood up. I smoothed out my yellow summer dress.

"Come here sissy. Get down on your knees, I'll feed you a nice fat load."

"Um?" Cheating on my wives with their grandmother?

"You worried about yo' wives?" She asked. I nodded. "Those bitches know I am the boss, now come drain my balls like a good sissy!" She ordered.

Her old cock was as spry as my wives. I latched on and began to take her all the way into my throat.

"Damn you white bitches sure do know how to take black futa dick." Momma J said as she massaged my scalp. "No wonder two of my grand babies in love wit you. Faster honey. I'm gonna feed you so good."

I dove onto her cock timing my breathing so I could get her off. She had about twelve inches of fat cock that was perfect in my neck. I cradled her saggy balls with my hand and began to feel them hitch. I buried my nose in her pubic hair as she gushed a massive meal into my stomach. I pulled away so only her head was in my mouth and sucked out the last bit so I could taste her gift.

"Thanks for feeding me Momma. That was a lot!"

"Been two days since I emptied them balls. I needed to know how good you were. I bless your marriage little sissy. You call me when you figure out which boy you want to give you some kids okay?"

"Yes Momma I will." I said as I got off the floor. I needed to find my slave. I had to shit something fierce, and after six months she could only eat from me. Neither of us got to eat BBQ ribs.

"Hey Kelly! Damn you sexy! Hope you pick me! I know you were in da house talking wit' Momma J! Come holler at me!" I smiled at the young man hitting on me. He was one that had a tiny penis. I kept looking for Jill.

"Mistress! I'm so sorry! I lost you. I was scared!" She hugged me.

"Get under my dress, I'm going to feed you." I said quietly away from the crowd but still quite visible. If I didn't relieve myself I'd be leaving silly string trails of shit all over the yard. I let go and heard Jill gulping down my shit. Even with the meds this was slowly killing her. I thought back to three weeks ago

"Kelly the meds are making it so she absorbs all the nutrients you are feeding her, but because you live on cum, bread, and semi-solids, she's malnourished. You have to start feeding her food, or she has to starting eating from your wives who actually eat meat." The doctor had said.

"Kelly, you are Latasha's toilet now too." I said as I pushed out the last of my shit and rinsed it down with a bladder of piss. "I need you to eat from her ass once a day. Am I clear?"

Jill came out from under my dress and stood naked in front of me. Her tiny one inch clit hard, her balls now missing as mine were.

"Yes Mistress, thank you for the meal!"

"Go brush your teeth and gargle. After that you are to be of service to anyone that wants you. Okay?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you!" She smiled and ran toward the house.

My wives walked up to me after Jill had bolted.

"Momma J wants me to marry one of your cousins or brothers." I said without looking at them. I was looking at Jill's bare white ass, as she ran. I wish I still had a dick. Her back was healed now, mostly. I caned her a few days ago for forgetting the dishes.

"We have a futa to go before we can start that. I'm not sure I want anything but futa births." Dom acted like she was boss.

I turned at looked at my wives.

"You two don't decide shit. Momma J says I'm the head of our family. Because of your fuck up a few months back. I'm the HSIC in our house!"

"HSIC?" Latasha asked.

"Head Sissy In Charge. Momma gave her Mistress rights over us?" Dom bolted toward the house.

"What did you do Kelly?" Latasha began to grab my arms.

"Nothing babe. I fed from her. You two were gone fucking or whatever and she heard my stomach growl." I admitted.

"No sissy has ever had her cock in their mouth. Fuck!" Latasha looked scared. "You! You... Dammit... Fuck!" Latasha took off towards the house as well.