now, you may all go back to your rooms and rest up until you are needed again."

"Nooooo don't go! Please, I need you all!" I began diddling myself since they were all filing

out of the room ignoring my pleas.

"I'll be back once you are in a more flexible frame of mind," Dawn declared as she locked

the door behind her.

"Fuck me, fuck me..." I chanted urgently working my twat.

Almost one half hour later Dawn entered another heretofore-locked room, "Joni, I have a

job for you."

"Yes mistress Dawn," Joni stood up ready to follow.

"Before we leave, make sure it doesn't show," Dawn instructed.

"I'm ready mistress."

Dawn led the lovely woman to Hanks room and opened the door, "Hanky, I have a new

friend for you. I want you to say hello to Joni, and you had better be extra sweet while you say

it, or I won't let her stay."

"Nice... pleased... ooh, so lovely to meet you Joni," I stammered, while not missing a beat

with my vulva ministrations.

"I'm pleased to meet you too Hanky," Joni offered her hand to shake.

I forced my hand from my nipple to make contact with hers and shook it.

"I bet if you beg Joni for sex, Hanky, she would be happy to fuck you..." Dawn suggested

wickedly.

"Please beautiful Joni, will you fuck me please?" I begged shamelessly.

"You know what I want you to do first, Joni," Dawn winked at her, "I have customers to

attend to, so I'll leave you two alone." Dawn closed and locked the door behind her.

"My, you got it bad Hanky. You must have been a bad, bad boy! Just look at the size of

those boobs. They have to weigh almost as much as the rest of you."

"Ooh, but they feel so..." I moaned.

"Okay, we might as well get on with it. Would you take my skirt off for me Hanky?"

My shaking hands were all fumbles, so it took longer than normal to deprive her of he

skirt and as soon as I had, my hands went right back to their stimulating of my sex.

"Now I don't want you to be frightened when I turn around Hanky, so ready yourself," she

warned.

My mouth was watering thinking of her luscious pussy, but when she turned, "Oh my god!

You've got a cock!"

"I certainly do and before I can fuck you with it, mistress Dawn insists that you suck the

sperm out of me first," she informed me, with her member rigid, and six inches from my nose.

"Suck your cock? No way I... I... I can't," I pleaded.

"Darn, okay well then I'll just put my skirt back on..."

She made to do it but I stopped her, "No please don't go!"

"So you want to suck my cock after all?" she asked having momentarily stopped pulling up

her skirt.

"No, but I... I will if I have to..." I whined.

"You make it sound so unappealing Hanky. I guess I had better leave."

"Oh please..." I nearly screamed.

"Only if you beg to suck my big thick cock, and you better swallow when I shoot my wad

missy, or no fucking for you!" Joni threatened.

I was beside myself with lust and yearning, so I didn't really have any choice, "Please let

me suck your big thick cock Joni. I promise I'll swallow!" I knew that I was broken and that

whatever perverted sexual desires anyone asked of me, I would be a willing, meek participant.

Joni presented her huge throbbing member for my mouth to encircle. I uncertainly

slipped it between my lips and began licking it up and around the shank and occasionally

tonguing her glans.

She reached over and began working my free breast, rubbing, pulling, and twisting on my

large sensitive nipples.

I was so hot that I actually shoved my head down farther on her big cock and slipped it

down my throat a ways.

"Ooh you're a good cock sucking whore. Yah, suck it baby!" Joni urged.

I grabbed her testicals, which were the size of two big fuzzy tennis balls in a fleshy sack,

and stroked them, cupping them, and gently squeezing from time to time.

"Mmm, that is good too. See if you can take all of my big cock into your mouth baby,"

Joni moaned, tweaking her own nipple.

My own hand in my crotch busily working my clit provided a sexy splooshing, squishing

sound and I was getting insanely hot. I must have lost it, because I was driving that huge penis

down my throat. I had to slide it out at times just to breathe but I quickly drove my face back

down on it, farther and farther. Finally, my lips closed around the base of it, right at her

scrotum, and I moaned in desire and accomplishment.

I felt her balls twitch and I still don't know why but I drove my finger right up her asshole,

wiggling it around as I did.

Joni drove her hips hard into my face and I could feel her sperm flowing down my throat.

I backed my face off finally to breathe and wound up with my cheeks puffing out like a

chipmunk. I had to swallow fast to keep from letting it flow out of my lips. Her huge balls must

have held a quart of jizzum, because I knew I was drinking down more than a l-liter bottle full.

"Oh yah, you're going to be a terrific cocksucker Hanky. Let's do that again baby, you

came really hard too, I know you did. Just swallow what you have left. There's more where that

came from," Joni urged.

I was amazed that she was still ready to go. Her massive dick didn't become flaccid in the

least. I knew that I must do as she said, so once again I drove my face to the base of her

throbbing tool.

"Ooh good! Moan and suck baby, moan and suck," Joni was licking her large lipstick

covered lips as she stroked my head.

The thing that I realized right at that point was that I didn't need to stimulate my body as

long as I was sucking her big dick. I didn't know why but it drove back my yearnings to an

almost manageable level.

I was driving up and down only this time I put suction on her penis that pulled my cheeks

up against her pulsating implement. I was toying her testes with one hand and banging her butt

with the finger of my other hand.

It suddenly occurred to me to use another finger, so I poked a second up her rectum.

Her twitching member richly rewarded me. I felt her cuming so I squeezed her balls and

the flow down my throat increased plenty, but I just had to taste the salty goodness of her sperm,

so I backed my head off and got another mouthful.

"Ungh! Whew, that was a good one. Now baby lick my dick clean and maybe I'll fill your

cunny with squirmy, wiggly sperm," she taunted while holding my head on her massive

manhood.

I obeyed her and slurped her penis clean as a whistle.

"You're a damn good cocksucker Hanky, now let's see how good a fuck you are!" Joni

announced as she moved one of my gigantic breasts to one side so I could lie on my back. She

then turned me so that my butt was hanging slightly off the edge of my bed.

My legs splayed seemingly by themselves and I started playing with the one nipple still

within my reach, and man was it so good.

"She did you good, boy! You should see your cunt positively drooling cum!"

"Fuck me, please! Oh fuck me like a bitch in heat!" I moaned, no longer caring that I was

Hank, former macho man.

She teased my wanton hole with the glans of her penis for a while and my hips kept trying

to slip my labia around that pleasure pump.

I could feel Joni grasp my boob with both of her hands and pull that diamond hard point

of my ecstasy towards her.

"Take me, please take me," I pleaded wantonly.

"My, my, we certainly are a slut, aren't we?" she cruelly asked.

I didn't answer. It was humiliating enough having been, turned into this sex machine.

"Oh, you can't get away without admitting it Hanky. I'm going to stop if I don't hear what I

want you to say," Joni ceased all her ministrations.

My yearnings and needs grew exponentially until I screamed, "I'm a slut! I'm a fuck crazy

whore! Please fuck me."

"That's better," Joni finally began slipping her massive member past my labia into my

drooling vagina.

"I'm going to make you a woman now Hanky. Hold onto your ovaries baby," Joni

proclaimed as I felt her stretch my hole tightly around her love rod.

She began banging her hips into my widely spread butt and I could feel those gigantic

balls slap against my fanny. With each thrust, I spoke out a high-pitched girly moan.

"Hanky, I want you to squeeze my cock baby. Tighten that vagina down around my big

quivering cock."

I discovered muscles down there that I didn't know that I had, and began gripping her

manhood to keep it from leaving my insides. I could feel my belly bulge each time she drove her

penis inside me.

I screamed a big trembling orgasm, clamping down my vaginal muscles tightly around her

Johnson, but she didn't even, slow down, she just kept fucking me.

She brought me to orgasm after orgasm until I felt her cock spew her huge load into my

uterus. Her hips seemingly glued to my soft womanly ass.

When she pulled out, it felt as if I was empty and hollow and the need for being filled

washed over my mind in an avalanche.

"Oh fuck me more, please, please Joni," I begged shamelessly.

"I intend to slut, now I want you to help me roll you over," she told me as she picked one

of my boobs and moved it to the same side as the other. I got up on my knees as she urged me

to, staring at my breasts lying on the bed way out in front of me.

"That won't do. Here, I'll swing your breasts around to the sides so we can play with them

easier," Joni offered as she moved the first one.

I couldn't do much but lift my arms as she swung the boob around, except orgasm while

she caressed the second as she moved it.

"Oh yes, Hanky was an evil boy! However, you will make amends for it, Rhiannon will

make quite certain of it," Joni informed me.

While I was on all fours, Joni slipped her big cock into me once again, and the feeling was

incredible. I was once again whole.

Her hips slammed into my huge soft butt, making it shimmy as if it were Jell-O. My

boobs, even though they were lying quite firmly on the bed, had quivers flowing out from my

chest, right to the end and then reflected back towards me, intercepting other out-going quivers.

The sensation was indescribably luscious.

I supported myself on one arm for a bit to reach out and play with my sensual boob, but

Joni's ass slamming was too much for me, to do it for long, that and the multiple orgasms

turning my brain to mush.

In the midst of one lightning, star filled orgasm I caught a golden flash from my peripheral

vision, but was too caught-up in pleasure to be bothered to look closer.

"You're doing a fine job of fucking this slut Joni," Rhiannon quietly stated.

Joni, breathing hard, replied, "Thank you Mistress Rhiannon, anything to please you."

"Hmm, do you think Hanky would enjoy a bigger cock?" Rhiannon asked her, with a

vengeful glint in her eye.

"I am sure she would Miss Rhiannon," Joni answer with great trepidation.

"Don't you worry Joni, this will only be a temporary upgrade. Enjoy it while you have it,"

Mistress Rhiannon cooed to the frightened woman.

I could feel Joni's dick swell up inside me as if it were a rigid balloon and the slap of her

fuzzy balls began to feel as if it were the hammering of shot-putt size melons on my soft ass.

I was so tight around her that she could barely slide in and out of me. I loved every

second of it though, being so full of her and yelping out my pleasure with each thrust.

"You know Joni, you look thirsty to me. Are you, honey?" Rhiannon prompted.

"Yes my mistress, I am thirsty," Joni replied knowing full well that's what Rhiannon

wanted to hear.

"Your goddess provides," Rhiannon stated.

I felt my breast swell and become heavier. They ached with their fullness, and I could feel

my nipples grow wet. I felt someone lift one of those gigantic orbs up in her feminine hands.

"Here you go Joni, some milk to give you increased stamina," Rhiannon urged, offering my

nipple to her.

Joni started sucking my teat and between the relief and the sexual stimulation, it sent me

over the orgasm precipice once again.

"I've turned you into a moo cow Hanky. You will need milking plenty often now. Consider

this payment for making your sweet boy think that it was his fault that his mother died, you

piece of shit!" Rhiannon yelled in my ear, with great vehemence, and then winked out, leaving the

room.

"Mmm, you have such sweet thick milk Hanky. I sure wouldn't want to be in your panties

honey," Joni declared as she fucked me faster and harder than ever.

Not long after that, she exploded into my womb. The force of her ejaculation had sperm

flowing out around her massive cock on all sides. My thighs and stomach were covered in thick

slimy sperm.

Her orgasm triggered my own orgasm and I bit into the pillow so hard that I made a hole

in the casing. I was so insane from that I didn't even know my own name.

Nevertheless, when she pulled out of me, it felt as if she gutted me. I would do anything

just to get that back inside me.

"Please don't stop Joni. I need you so bad..." I whined.

"Here, suck on your other nipple for a little while," she demanded, handing me my teat.

I did, as she desired, feeling the bliss of pressure reducing in my aching boob and the

flashes of pleasure playing about my synapses. My milk was indeed sweet and thick, reviving my

tired body and making me ready for another two or three days of fucking.

"You look much better now baby, so back on your knees," Joni insisted, helping me roll

back over.

"Joni, what did you do that made you into a woman with a huge dick?" I pried, my mind

barely my own for the moment.

"I took advantage of a boy in my class. Therefore, I must experience the desires a young

boy goes through in puberty. I can't look masculine, which would make getting what I desire

much too easy," she informed me. "Now you delicious slut whore, relax your muscles at this

end."

I did and she took her sperm soaked cock and started ramming in my bunghole.

"My ass?" I asked fearfully.

"Most certainly. The mistress requires her sluts to be, filled with jizzum in every orifice,

and I would never do anything to displease her. The repercussions are too terrifying to be

risked," Joni almost apologetically replied.

My tight ass finally, painfully yielded to her gigantic member.

"You might want to take your hand to your clit while a butt fuck you," she suggested.

I took her suggestion and it wasn't long before I took my other hand and had it rammed

up to my wrist in my cunt as I diddled my clit. My torso was supported solely by my mammoth

mammaries, which were leaking milk onto the bed as she fucked my sore ass.

Joni had me scream through three intense orgasms before depositing her incredible load

in my widely stretched colon, with plenty spewing out to slime my legs and back.

Joni flopped me over stuffed a teat into my mouth, one of my hands into my cunt, and the

other on top of my clittie, "Here, you do yourself while I go wash off my meat."

Now I found myself yearning for my ass to be filled as well as my fist filled love hole, but

my desperate diddling kept me from loosing my mind all together as my milk revitalized me.

Joni returned and asked, "Since I washed my dick, will you suck it?"

I wanted to say no, but my cravings and bodily yearnings took over and I rotated my body

and my boobs on the bed so that my face would be available for her use.

I spent the next full day sucking sperm from her, and having Joni inject my cunt and ass

with huge amounts of her sperm. I was more and more frightened with each and every load I

consumed. I was coming to love the taste.

School Daze - Tamara

***************************

Mom woke me and we breakfasted together as we had the day before. This morning

however mom gave me some jeans to wear and a very girly t-shirt.

"Mom, does this t-shirt make my boobs look too big?" I asked her, while I stared at the

bumps on my chest.

"Yes, it does make them look enticing," mom answered with a grin.

"You were worried about how my butt looked when we bought these jeans, but I think my

fanny grew since then. I had to jump up and down to pull them up and then I had to roll around

on the bed to get them to snap," I confessed.

"That's to be expected with your newly washed jeans honey. They tend to shrink up a

little in the wash. After you wear them for a few minutes they will relax a little," she informed

me, "Are you ready for me to take you to school?"

"Sure mom and thanks. You're a terrific mom," I told her out of the blue.

"Thank you precious. That means a lot to me," she hugged me and we left to take me to

school.

I was early so I was able to hug my godmother before any of the other students arrived,

"Miss Rhiannon, are you singing in your band tonight?" I pried.

"I sure am. Hey, can I dedicate a song to my new goddaughter tonight?"

"I'd like that," I told her. "I've never had anyone dedicate a song to me before."

"Technically, you're correct. However, Roger did have a song dedicated to him a few days

ago," Rhiannon, informed me.

"Wow, that nice. It was you then too, wasn't it?" I assumed.

"Yes it was, and it will be again tonight," she assured me with a hug.

"I'm glad you're my godmother," I hugged her back tightly.

With things more relaxed at school the other girls were more comfortable talking with me

than they might have been before.

Lori was as friendly as ever. I think that she and I are going to be best friends. I rely on

her and she seems to overlook my feminine fopas. She would help me out when I acted too much

like a boy and I tried to help her with anything I could.

The one subject I knew more about was, boys although she really didn't seem too

interested in them.

I started to learn about the kinds of things girls liked to talk about, and fashions was one

on the top of the list. I was thinking to myself how much I appreciated mom taking me shopping

or else I wouldn't have anything to add to the conversation. As it was I had to do plenty of

listening, but I was learning plenty all of the time.

Frankly, I was having so much fun that I was almost stunned when my stomach started

cramping up on me.

Luckily, Miss Rhiannon noticed that I was off my feed, "Judging by your face Miss

Cromwell, you are not feeling well. Please come with me while the rest of the class works on their

assignments."

Once she had me in the hallway alone she asked, "It's evident that you are not feeling well

Tamara, so please tell me what's wrong?"

"My stomach is kind of knotted," I admitted, holding my tummy with my hands.

"Uh oh..." Rhiannon snagged my hand and took me into the lady teacher's restroom with

her.

I was reluctant to go in with her because it was for the teachers, but Rhiannon insisted

that it was okay and I followed her in.

"Okay Tamara, into a stall with me please. Now pull down your jeans and panties. I need

to look for something," Rhiannon instructed.

I did as she told me and yelped, "I'm bleeding..."

"Calm down honey. It's okay. You're just menstruating. It's a natural thing for us women

Tamara. Most girls don't start this early, but to give you those nice boobies, your body is just

more mature than the other girl's bodies. This means that you're a woman now sweetie,"

Rhiannon told me. Just stand there for a minute. I'll be right back."

When she returned she handed me a big bandage to put in my panties. She called it a

'Maxi Pad' and said I would have to wear one in my panties for five days, maybe six. Additionally

I will have to wear one in my panties in bed.

"Your body is just cleaning out your womb and getting prepared to accept a fetus if you

were wanting to get pregnant. I'll talk to your mom and have her come to get you," she said,

"Now come with me. We're going to have you lay down in the nurses office until she gets here."

While we were walking to the nurse's office, godmother flipped open her phone and said,

"Conni? This is Rhiannon. Yes, I think you will need to take Tamara home for the rest of the

day. No, she isn't in trouble. No, she's not sick either. Tamara is just having her first period.

No, it's not all that unusual. Most girls don't start until they're around eleven, that's true.

Actually, I think it is probably my fault. You know those boobs that she wanted? Well, you and I

both know what makes them grow. Yes, I'm afraid so. No, I don't think she was embarrassed in

front of the class. I caught it quickly enough and took her to the ladies room with me. Okay,

she'll be lying down in the nurse's office when you get here. It's my pleasure Conni. See you."

"Your mom will be here in fifteen minutes Tamara. You don't mind if I look in on you

tonight before I head off to sing do you?" godmother asked.

"I'd like that. Thank you for taking such good care of me, go... ah, Miss Rhiannon," I

choked back the word before actually saying it.

"We're alone in a hallway dear. It's okay, no harm done," she claimed as we passed into

the school office.

"Becky? Are you in here?" Rhiannon called out as we entered the nurse's office.

"Right here Rhiannon. What's up?"

"I have a precious young girl here who just became a woman. Her mom is coming to get

her and should be here in about fifteen minutes. Can she lay down until she gets here?"

"She most certainly can. My, you are young for this, but I've heard of it happening. It's

nothing to worry about, but you will not feel very good until it passes. Kick your shoes off and

lay down," she fretted over me like a mother hen, "Rhiannon, did you take care of...?"

"That's all handled," godmother assured her. "Don't tell anyone, but Tamara is my

goddaughter, so it's like my job to help her anyway."

"Is she really?"

"I'm the one who named her," Rhiannon assured her.

Becky looked to me for confirmation, so I nodded my assurance.

"Okay, well she's in the hands of a professional now, so you run back to those other

children before they set the building on fire or something," Becky shoed her.

Rhiannon winked at me on her way out and I just lay there. It wasn't really very bad. I'd

ached a lot worse after dad punished me, but I let them pamper me, cause mom said I could and

should act like a sissy now that I'm a girl.

This girl's body should have come with an instruction manual. Of course, girls don't have

to worry about their thing dangling out of their underwear. Having a smooth bottom was nice

that way at least. Nevertheless, guys only have to give it a few shakes when they pee, whereas

girls have to take off their clothes, sit, and then wipe. Then again, boys don't bleed out of their

things, or at least I don't think they do, not having quite reached puberty as a boy yet.

I thought about all of this while I lay there waiting for mom. At least I get to act as if it

hurts when it does, as a girl. I don't have to pretend that I'm not hurt, just so I don't get hurt

more.

'I wonder how much I'm bleeding? Can I bleed to death this way, or does the big bandage

on my butt stop the bleeding? Do all girls do this, or just the ones with boobies? Does this mean

that I can have my own little girl when I grow up? Boy, if I do, I sure would never be mean to

her. I'd hug her and dress her in soft and pretty clothes... and... and take her shopping,' I

decided as I daydreamed.

"Do you have my darling daughter here Nurse Becky?" I heard mom ask.

I sat up, swung my legs off the couch, and slipped them in my pumps, "In here mom."

I got to my feet and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my tummy, but I only hesitated a little

as I stood.

"I'm feeling okay. You didn't have to leave work for me," I bravely told her shuffling over to

where she was standing.

"You are going to come with me honey. When I get you in the car I'll give you a couple of

Midol and we're going to introduce you to my OBGYN," mom enlightened me.

I had no idea what an OBGYN was, so I didn't say anything.

"You're definitely not feeling up to par," mom announced as she hugged me and began

walking me towards the door. She stopped us briefly outside out of my class, got Rhiannon's

attention and when she came out to the hallway mom said, "Thank you Rhiannon. This can be

tough on a girl, especially if it happens and she doesn't have someone to help her."

"Oh, don't say another word. I'd have done it for any of my students, but I was especially

glad to do it for my goddaughter. I'll swing by after school and see how thing are going if you

don't mind."

"My home is your home," mom told her and we were on our way.

Belted in the Jaguar and on the road I asked, "Mom, what's an OBGYN?"

"An OBGYN, or OBstetrics and GYNecology doctor, is a doctor who specializes in the

special problems which only women have. What you are going through today is something only

women go through. It's natural and normal. I just want you to be checked out by the doctor

since this is your first time," mom told me reassuringly.

"Is there a lot more stuff that's going to surprise me about being a girl mom?"

"This is probably the big one for most girls, but they are usually expecting it. Soon their

mothers will be warning them that this will be happening to them, so it won't surprise them. You

are just an early bloomer and I didn't have time to warn you. It would surprise any of the other

girls in your class at your age too honey, so it's not just because you were a boy. Just think, now

you will be able to help the other girls when they have their first period," mother bantered as she

drove us.

"Their first period?" I asked confused as to what she meant.

"That's a common slang term for when a girl is menstruating. It's also referred to as

'Being on the rag'. Since women often use a sanitary napkin during that time of the month.

We'll talk about the other ways to deal with your period at the doctor's office," mom told me as

she parked the Jaguar and we headed into the medical building.

As we waited to be called, mom filled me in with another vital piece of information, "I don't

want to scare you Tamara, but when you go in there, Dr. Wimbush is going to examine your

private parts. It's something we need to do. She will put something inside your vulva and

inspect your female parts. I don't want you to be frightened."

"Okay, if that's what girls do, I think it's something I should do too," I reasoned.

"That's the spirit," mom said, just as we were called back to the exam room.

"Hi there Tamara, is this your first pelvic exam?" the nurse asked me with a smile.

"Yes, it sure is."

"Has your mom filled you in on what the doctor will be doing today?" the nurse asked.

"Yes, she has."

Alright then sweetheart, disrobe completely and put this gown on," she said as she handed

me, a pale-pink, cotton, open back gown with little red and blue flowers all over it, and then she

left.

I stripped, but had no idea what to do with my sanitary napkin. Mom knew where they

went and how to keep me from making a mess while we waited.

"Hi Tamara. Hi Conni. So, you've started menstruating have you, young lady? Well let

me have a look to make sure it's not something else which has caused the bleeding," the lady

doctor began, "First I want to get your vitals and do a general inspection of your body, so I'd like

you to remove the gown and just stand there for a minute."

I did it and she looked under my arms and all over my body then she asked, "I need to

palpitate your breasts, so just relax," and she pushed on my boobies and nipples, declaring,

"Those feel normal, although I would expect them on a much older girl. You can put the gown

back on and the hop up on the exam table please."

Up I went while she checked my blood pressure and listened to my heart and lungs,

"Everything is fine. Now onto the tough one Tamara, lay back onto the table and I'll help you put

your feet in these stirrups."

She put my feet up and to the sides and my whole bottom was exposed to her, "This is

going to be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't take long."

I felt her stick her slimy fingers inside me and feel around and the next thing that

happened was a warm metal tool was, slowly pushed inside me and then it expanded! Man, that

felt weird!

She pulled it out but my hole didn't close up right away, so it felt like it was still inside me

for a while and the jelly she used made me feel all slippery down there.

"Everything is completely normal hon.. Now we'll get some blood and check that out," the

doctor said while she poked me in the arm with the Vacutainer.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? You can get dressed now and you'll find tampons and

Maxipads in that cabinet," she pointed to it. "I'll be back in a few minutes to give you a

preliminary."

She left and mom helped me clean up and put a new pad in my panties.

Dr. Wimbush came back in and informed us, "Well even though it is unusual for a girl this

young to be menstruating, it's not without precedence. As far as the physical exam goes you're a

completely normal girl. The breast development is consistent with the fact that you are

menstruating so it simply appears that you are blossoming a bit earlier than your peers will,

Tamara. I have a few pamphlets here for you to read and you will need to have a long talk with

your mother about how to handle your period. However, it appears that it is simply time to

welcome you to womanhood," she held out her hand and I shook it.

"Conni, I'll call you when the blood work comes back and then mail you a copy of the

report. You might want to schedule a mammogram for Tamara sometime in the near future too,"

she told mom.

We settled-up at reception, and then headed back for home.

Rhiannon was waiting for us in the driveway, "Can you spare a cup of coffee?"

"Sure can, just let me get the door open," mom opened the garage and I opened the front

door while mom made coffee.

"Are you feeling better now hon.?" she asked after hugging me.

"I didn't feel all that bad at school either. I hurt a whole lot worse in class lots of times

before," I admitted.

"I'm so sorry Tamara. I promise to do better in the future. You have to admit though, you

were very good at hiding your pain," Rhiannon said with a tear in her eye. "I'm just so glad that

Dawn caught on."

"Would you thank her for me godmother. I think I owe her a lot."

"A whole lot of people owe my other goddaughter plenty. She's good people. I'll have to

bring you by her shop some day. No tattoos for you until you're old enough to make an informed

decision though," Rhiannon warned me.

"How do tattoos come into this godmother?"

"Oh, yes, you wouldn't know, would you? Dawn owns a tattoo parlor, that's how they

come into this."

"Oh," I said.

We were coming into the kitchen about then and mom and Rhiannon hugged each other.

"So, did the doctor tell you that I do good work?" Rhiannon said smiling broadly.

"Yes, the doctor confirms that Tamara is a healthy happy girl with the body of a ten year

old," mom told her.

"Tamara is the hottest eight year old in the state," Rhiannon stated unequivocally, "I

think, she takes after her godmother don't you Conni?"

"I'm sure of it. Her mom's only got a D cup and I'm betting Tamara is that big by the time

she's in sixth grade," mom teased.

"And be into customs by the tenth grade," Rhiannon assured her.

"Are customs pretty and will they make my boobs look like yours?" I asked the questions

that were the most important to me.

"Sure honey. Custom means you can get them made any way you want them. I have a

couple of good seamstresses who do mine. If I see something I like, I give them a picture and

they make one for me in my size. If I want one with a slight difference, like maybe, satin cups

with lace over, I have her make it that way."

"It sure feels nicer to be a girl than being a boy... Ouch! Ooh... Cramps," I declared.

Mom and Rhiannon broke up laughing.

Rhiannon hugged me and said, "Sorry sweetie. I have to jet though, 'Sweet & Evil', will

skin me if I don't get to the club on time."

She hugged mom and I, and then waved goodbye as she left to climb into her car.

We finished off our evening with dinner and education on how to deal with menstruation.

Planning - Narrator

************************

"Hello? Dawn? This is Rhiannon. I think we can step Hanky up to the next phase."

"Right, have you got enough lined up for tonight or should I make an announcement at

the show?"

"I agree the more the merrier. Expect company later. See you honey. I love you too,"

Rhiannon smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of her latest gig.

A New Name for Hank - Hank

***********************************

"Oh, please! Someone fuck me!" I was nearly insane with desire.

Dawn walked into the room with a couple of the other girls and had me transported to

another room... one with a door that opened to the outside world, "Time to clean your cum

soaked room up some Hanky. The girls are giving you a sponge bath, so don't expect them to

pleasure you and I'll see to it that you get plenty of more sex as soon as you're clean."

"Oh thank you mistress Dawn! I don't deserve your kindness! Oh god I need a fuck!" I

screamed, begged, and whined.

It seemed like forever before they finished cleaning me of crusty dried sperm and pussy

juices.

"There, you are all cleaned up and ready for sex! Okay girls, back to your rooms," Dawn

ordered.

I was shocked and frightened. How could she promise me sex and then send my

playmates to bed? However by now, I was smart enough to keep my swollen lips shut.

"Where oh where are we going to find someone to fuck poor Hanky?" Dawn wondered

aloud. "Maybe through this door?" she said as she opened the door to the outside.

I looked through the open door and screamed!

Dawn closed the door and said, "Well if you feel that way about it! No sex for Hanky!"

She was on her way to leave the room and I stammered, "You can't be serious? You want

me to fuck... to fuck... to fuck GUYS?"

"I most certainly do! Believe me, after your sperm cravings have had a while to work on

you, you'll suck, fuck, and do anything you possibly can to get some. It's your choice, suck

cocks, or go insane. Of course, if you go insane, it will be insane for sperm. If you don't get at

least a quart of sperm a day, your cravings become greater. If you get enough, then soon your

boobs will shrink down to a size, which will allow you to walk on your own."

"So when they are small enough, I won't have to... ugh... drink a quart of sperm a day any

longer?" I asked, hoping I was right.

"You misunderstand honey. You need a quart of sperm in you, yes. However, you need at

least a cup in your pussy, a cup in your anus and a pint in your stomach. It can't all come from

one male either. These were Rhiannon's requirements, the highest ever required of a slut to date,

congratulations on the record by the way. Now, you can either get your nourishment right here,

or when you go crazy, you will get it from everywhere as you wander the streets begging for

sperm. You can't wander though can you? Your boobs are too big for you to heft aren't they

sweetie? Well, last chance. Do you want sperm, or do you want to wait until you can't help

yourself?"

I cried, I moaned, I pleaded, and predictably, I acquiesced.

Dawn opened the door again and declared, "She's all yours boys! Fuck her brains out!"

'I'm not even a whore,' I thought to myself, 'I'm fucking and sucking free. I'm just a

worthless slut!'

Right then, some faceless guy offered up his prick for my lips to pleasure, and my cravings

overrode my disgust so I performed my first blowjob on a man, while being fucked from behind

and nursing two other guys.

It didn't take me long to be rewarded with creamy loads for my cravings. The guys were

quickly switched for new ones. I became more and more eager to suck their cocks, and be

fucked by them. Luckily, I was able to convince some of the guys to fuck my ass too. Once I had

received my reward, I started to be able to think again, as my craving slowly diminished.

'How the hell will I know when I have enough sperm to meet my requirement?' I wondered.

'I guess I just have to make sure I have way more than minimum.'

Today wouldn't be a problem. I was swimming in cocks and sperm in no time.

As soon as two or three guys were satisfied, two or three more took their place. I lost track

of time and no one could count how many times I came. I was the Timex of sluts, I give a licking

and keep on fucking!

I heard one of the guys exclaim, "Damn, this slut can sure take a cock! Ughn, yah baby,

suck all that cum off my dick!"

"Hell, this end has so much sperm drooling from her cunt, I'm getting it all over my balls.

We have to get someone to hose her out. It's like fucking a blow up doll after twenty or thirty

other guys."

This was no revelation to me. There was a puddle all around my knees on the bed and I

could feel the slime flowing down my legs in rivers.

As soon as that team finished with me, the doors closed and a couple of my girlfriends

came in and cleaned the bed, the floor, and me.

"Don't say anything. Were just cleaning you off so more guys will fuck you, Dawn's

orders," one of the girls informed me. They finished cleaning me quickly and opened the door to

the long line of men, who were waiting for their turn.

That same scenario played out time and again and I couldn't stop fucking, even if I had

wanted to. Thank goodness that my boobs were still supplying me with the milk, which so

revitalized me.

Unfortunately, for me, some of the guys saw me nursing on my massive boobs and they

gave it a try too. Imagine their surprise when their dicks became steel-hard and ready to fuck

the slut a whole lot more!

Some of them even persuaded the girls to let them nurse, while I was cleaned up, which

lead to plenty more sperm infusions. I watched the sun come up before the line outside dwindled

and the girls finally cut me off from my supply.

"Come with me, Hanky. You are to be bathed and femininely dressed in a nightie and

then Dawn wants to talk to you," Duany informed me. "I don't know what kind of a scum bag

you used to be Hanky, but you must have been a real piece of work. I was a total asshole, and

she didn't do nearly this much to me."

"I just wish you were sporting a big cock right now... I want a dick in my mouth so badly

you'll never believe!"

"Somehow I believe you will have your wish fulfilled shortly, girl!" Duany laughed as she

began scrubbing the caked on jizzum off my body.

She cleaned me up, while I diddled myself through a few good orgasms and then led me

back to the room I had started in.

"Ah, good to see you all prettied up Hanky. You will actually get a chance for some sleep

after your enthusiastic performance. Duany, wheel Hanky's boobs over to the bed and get her

laying down, won't you love?" Dawn asked the hugely busted woman, who was pushing my boobs

down the hallway on a tall table so that I could walk along with them.

Once my jiggly boobs and wiggly butt were lying on the bed, Dawn went on, "Now the only

way you will be able to relax and sleep Hanky, is if you have this up your butt," she handed me a

large penis shaped dong, "this up your cunt," she handed me an even bigger vibrator, "and this

down your throat, strapped in tightly. Well, what are you waiting for? Get to inserting them or

I'll take them away and you can lie there and try to diddle yourself asleep. It won't work though,

but you can try!"

I knew better than to try not doing what Dawn recommended, so I inserted all of her 'gifts'

as she recommended and she padlocked the strap behind my head to keep the cock gag she

proffered in place.

"Good girl, Hanky. Now for the final touch... I attach the tube to your gag and activate the

sperm pump. Enjoy your jizzum filled nap dear," she taunted as she left me

I only had to swallow infrequently so it didn't take much effort to keep from drowning, the

pump just made certain that the taste of sperm filled my mouth while I slept. I was out like a

light in a few minutes.

Girlfriends - Tamara

*************************

At school, the other girls were all asking me what had happened the day before, so I put it

off until they became insistent and I finally told them, "I was... uh... well, the nurse said I'm a

woman now."

I was surprised to find out that better than half of them understood what that meant.

Even Lori, when she pulled me aside and said, "So, you're on the rag! I'm so jealous. No

wonder you have boobs Tamara. I can't wait until I have the curse too."

"You... you, want to bleed?" I asked in disbelief.

"Of course silly! It means you're a woman and can have babies," she gushed happily.

"Wow, my new friend is already a woman, this is so awesome! Cathy and Tiffany are so jealous

they have been trying to start the rumor that you are really a year older than we are."

"I am not," I declared in my own defense.

"That's what I told them. I knew that you weren't, because your twin was the same age as

us. That and Rhiannon wouldn't lie and say that you're our age. That shut them up but quick.

Nobody accuses her of anything unless they are darned sure of it, at least not if they think they

would be caught," Lori giggled.

"That's a good policy," I agreed, thinking, 'Especially if they are boys... and want to stay

that way.'

"That's right, Miss Rhiannon took you to the nurses yesterday," she recalled. "I don't care

what the rumors are about her, I like Miss Rhiannon."

"She likes you too," I assured her, but then I added, "I'm sure she likes all of her

students."

Lori looked at me funny, but didn't say anything.

The topic changed to fashions and what the other girls were doing, or saying. The rest of

the school day was mostly uneventful.

The only thing which stood out was, the fact that Tiffany who was being catty, decided to

accuse Miss Rhiannon of having Roger taken away by child services and stuck into a foster home

far away.

"Miss Rhiannon wouldn't do something like that!" I declared loudly right to her face. "She

was very upset about what happened to Roger and you shouldn't say bad things about her,

especially not when I'm close enough to hear them." I turned and walked off, Lori in tow behind

me.

"Wow, you sure went off on Tiffany. I thought you didn't know anything about Roger when

we met."

"I didn't know about him, really. I know about Miss Rhiannon though. She's the one who

fixed it so I have a mother again, so I know what a good person she is," I quickly dissembled.

'Well... it's mostly true,' I thought to myself.

"I knew you and Miss Rhiannon were friends. I could just feel it when she's around you,"

Lori confided as we headed back to the class after recess was over. "Tiffany is just upset that

Roger is gone. She really liked him, even though she never was brave enough to tell him."

"Darn, now I'm sorry for yelling at her. But she shouldn't ever blame Miss Rhiannon," I

told her, my emotions all in turmoil, "Miss Rhiannon would change the world to help any of her

students if they need her."

Lori suddenly went pale but replied, "I bet she could..."

I figured that I should shut my mouth, because I was just making Lori more suspicious.

We walked in silence for a ways and Lori declared, "Oops! I was supposed to invite you

over to my house tomorrow. It's my birthday and mom is going to have a few girls over for a

slumber party. Please, tell me you can come!"

"I... I have to ask my mom first," I replied, dearly wanting to be there.

"Well, ask her before we have to be back in class," Lori insisted.

I slapped myself on the forehead. I forgot that I have a cell phone and mom is on speed

dial, "Hello? Mom? It's me, Tamara."

I laughed when mom said, "As if I wouldn't recognize my precious daughter's voice!"

"Um... Lori asked me over to her house on Saturday night. It's her birthday and she is

having a slumber party... and..."

"Enough said sweetie. You can go. I know you'll love it. I kind of miss going to them

myself."

"Thanks mom! I'll miss being with you, mom. I have to go. Recess is over now. I love you

so much mom," I told her quickly, right before the bell rang.

"God, I love you so, Tamara. Bye hon.."

"Mom said that I could go."

Lori squealed, "We're going to have so much fun!" she jumped up and down, holding my

hands.

I wanted to jump with her, but I didn't think my tummy would like it much.

After School - Tamara

**************************

When I got home, mom was so excited about the slumber party.

I didn't have a clue what a slumber party is, so I said, "Mom, this might sound funny but,

what's a slumber party?"

"Oh, that's right... you wouldn't know. If you didn't know what it was sweetie, why did

you ask me to go?"

"Lori is kind of my best friend... and she wanted me to be there. It's her birthday party

too, so I figure I should be there," I answered, wondering if I was in trouble now.

"That's very sweet of you dear and I know you won't regret asking to go. Slumber parties

are for girls only. It's when your girlfriends all get together for a party and sleepover at

someone's house. They stay up late and play games, tell stories, dress up their dolls, and

generally get silly," she told me with a huge smile.

I relaxed right away, but realized right away, "Um, mom, I don't have any dolls and I don't

know girl's games."

"Oh... that's right! You could be found-out..." she bit her lower lip lost in thought.

Conversation - Narrator

****************************

Finally, she got up and grabbed the phone, "Rhiannon, this is Conni. We have a minor

emergency I could use your advice on how to handle it."

"Sure hon.. What's up?"

"Tamara's going to a slumber party," mom told her.

"Good for her, so what's the problem?" Rhiannon asked, driving the Ferrari, using her

hands-free cell connection.

"Tamara has never played with dolls...? She doesn't know any games that girls play at

slumber parties...? You know... girl stuff."

"Conni, I hate to say this, I haven't been to a slumber party as a girl in a couple of

thousand years..."

"Oh-my-god, that's right! I guess I just need some help giving Tamara a crash course on

playing with dolls and all. Do you have any ideas?"

"Hold for a second, I'm putting us on a three-way," Rhiannon replied.

"Hi godmother. What can I do for you?" Dawn answered.

"Dawn baby, could you give Conni and Tamara a hand? Your god-sister needs to know

how to play with dolls and slumber party stuff. By-the-way, Conni, whose slumber party?"

Rhiannon asked.

Dawn replied, "I'd love to help! It would give me a chance to spend some time in the 'light

side' of the force."

"The party is for that little cutie Tamara has made friends with, Lori Lovette," mom

interjected.

"Lori? That's perfect!" Rhiannon declared, "I know her aunt!"

"Lovette? Oh yes, she's a darling!" Dawn declared.

"You know, I think we could wrangle our way into this slumber party. Hang on, I'm going

to a four-way."

"This is the Lovette residence."

"Lovette, this is Rhiannon and I have Dawn Whitham on the line with me, along with the

mother of one of your niece's friends."

"Rhiannon, Dawn, so good to hear from you. To what do I owe this lovely surprise?"

"Well darling, I have a nervous mother who is just getting to know the daughter who was

raised by her father, but is now with mom once again, after her other daughter passed away.

You are getting the general mood I hope."

"Oh, I understand completely. How can I help?" Lovette asked brightly.

"First off, are you attending the birthday party?" Rhiannon pried.

"Actually, it had slipped my mind, but I think I should wrangle my way into her party. I

get the feeling that you and the rest of the posse want to come as well?" Lovette giggled good-

naturedly.

"Ah, you still read minds I see. Yes, Tamara's mom would be relieved to join the rest of us.

However, I think that the grownup girls could have a great time, while the girls get silly on their

own. Are you up for that hon.?" Rhiannon proposed.

"That would be fun... We'll have to be cool though. My sister is straight," Lovette warned.

"Not a problem hon.. How soon do you think you can get back to me if you sister goes for

it?"

"I'll call you in ten minutes. You're still calling from that Ferrari, aren't you?"

"I've got to get a better muffler for this thing," Rhiannon teased.

"Okay, talk to you in a bit, bye now," Lovette clicked off the connection.

"Me too, I'll be over to your house in a bit Conni," Dawn promised.

"Great, that's a relief. Thanks Dawn. Thanks Rhiannon," Conni declared as she severed

the connection.

Mom and Dawn Teach Dolls - Tamara

**********************************************

"Well Tamara, your problems are solved. Dawn will be here in just a few minutes to help

with doll play and girl games. Rhiannon is wangling an invitation for Dawn, Lovette, herself, and

I to go to the party with you," mom informed me with a big hug.

"But Lori was coming anyway. It would be silly to have a party for her without her being

there," I decided.

Mom started laughing and once she caught her breath she said, "Ah, you're a treasure,

Tamara. Lori's last name is Lovette, but her aunt uses it as her stage name too. Therefore, it will

be the grownup girls and the birthday party girls in double parties. That way, we can be there to

cover for any possible mix-ups."

"How does that get me dolls, to play with?" I asked, always the practical girl.

"Come along to your room Tamara, your sister had a lovely collection which I know she

would want to pass on to you," mom took me by the hand and we wiggled our way into my

bedroom.

"You know mom, being a girl is a lot jigglier than being a boy was," I observed.

"You notice the funniest things sometimes Tamara. I'm so used to it, I hardly even think

about it. I suppose you're right though, even though you are just barely jiggling at your age.

However, we need to introduce you to Barbie and her friend, so you can fit in with the other

girls," mom announced as she refocused us on what was important.

The doorbell rang, so we raced each other to answer it. Even though mom jiggles more

than I do, she still beat me to it.

"Dawn!" I squealed, throwing my arms around her small waist.

Mom just stood there and stared.

"Are you two going to ask me in, or is Conni going to try and do laundry on my abs?"

Conni blushed and said, "Please come in, Dawn. I'm sorry if I was staring, but it's the first

time I've seen you without your, ah... gold suit and mask."

"It's alright Conni. I'm just pleased to be able to hang out with my god-sister."

"Wow, I've got the toughest god-sister ever! Um... would you mind if I felt you muscles?" I

asked her uncertainly as we all made our way towards my bedroom.

"Here, go ahead," she told me as she flexed her huge bicep.

"It's like rocks. Mom, you've got to feel this!" I enthused.

Mom blushed three shades of crimson until Dawn said, "Go ahead, I know you want to."

Mom's feel was a lot gentler than mine was. She even got Dawn to moan as she did it.

"Sheesh, you have lovely soft hands there, Conni!" Dawn replied breathily.

"You have such delicious muscles too, god-sister Dawn," mom purred back. "I heard that

I have you to thank for my precious Tamara."

It was Dawn's turn to blush, "Oh, it's not all my doing. We have a small network of ladies

who are on the lookout for candidates to participate in Rhiannon's special kind of punishment. I

almost wound up buying a new shop over my sweet god-sister there." Dawn smiled

mischievously, ruffling my hair with one of her strong hands. "When she heard what was

happening to you... well I'm just glad I got her attention away from her anger."

"I understand fully. When I told her it was my fault that mom died..." I gulped loudly right

at this point.

"I thought she was going to harm Tamara," mom interjected.

"Nah, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to either of you, but your house might have

needed some remodeling. I had a little shop once that was nearly flattened when she was pissed.

That was before I learned to break her concentration," Dawn confided to us, "Of course I wound

up with newer and better stuff. Godmother paid for everything. I just don't like to see her paying

good money for something I can stop with a word or two."

"I thought I was dead," I admitted to her.

"She would never harm a child Tamara. Rhiannon has rules that she won't break. She

has some rules that can be broken, but only if a child is in danger, and then only if there is no

other way to help that child. Tamara is the first child she has allowed to be orphaned in forty

years. I thought I wouldn't be able to stop her from doing serious damage when she learned it

was you. I would have rather been locked in a phone booth with a cougar than tell her

something like that."

"Every time I learned more of what Tamara went through I wanted to take vengeance for

it," agreed Conni as we entered my room and she opened the closet.

"Don't you worry, Rhiannon is a 'VERY' good teacher," Dawn chuckled.

"I think she is a wonderful teacher. I'm so glad that the other kids and I get to be in her

class. She's better than watching Television. All of the kids in the third grade want to be in her

class, and all of the boys want to ride in her car..." I giggled, "But that might have changed

because the last boy who got a ride, didn't come back."

"Well, actually she did," Dawn, corrected, "just a whole lot prettier."

"You, think I'm pretty?" I asked blushing at the compliment.

"You, my sweet god-sister, are gorgeous. If anybody tells you different, you call me and I'll

thrash them good," Dawn declared making a big muscle. "I'm kidding of course. I don't hurt

people unless it's absolutely necessary."

"What kind of car do you have god-sister Dawn?" I asked envisioning a big monster truck

or something for her.

"You didn't see my hog when you let me in?" she asked, walking over to my window to

point it out in the driveway.

"What hog?"

"The Harley Davidson motorcycle, hon.. Some people call them 'hogs'. In 1914, Harley

formed its own racing team, called the 'Wrecking Crew'. One of the Harley team riders adopted a

baby pig as a mascot, he called it 'Hog', and it became associated with Harley-Davidsons since

then. Even if the corporate folks started, Harley Owner's Group, to be able to trademark the

word, that's the real reason for it."

"Wow, I bet lots of people don't know that. You sure are smart," I told her.

"Just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I can't like some of the same stuff guys like. I still

like being feminine too, mind you. I sure remember playing with dolls as a young girl too, so let

me show you some of the fun we had during slumber parties," Dawn started pulling out the dolls

and their clothes.

"Things have changed since I was a girl though. The fashions are different but the

important thing is learning what clothes go together on her, and for what occasions she would

wear them."

Dawn started showing me how to coordinate the clothes and I learned a whole lot about

the things that girls wear. There was even a makeup kit to teach girls how to put it on. Dawn

showed me how to take care of my 'babies', and then she was showing me games like, 'spin the

bottle' and 'truth or dare'.

"You do have an advantage over all of the other girls and even your mom and me. When

the girls start talking about boys, you will be the expert. Not matter what one of the girls thinks

she knows about guys, you are going to know for certain, so be careful and think carefully about

correcting some of their misconceptions. It could lead to someone finding out who you were. On

the other hand, you could be responsible for your friends knowing more about guys than any

other girls around, just make sure they learn it slowly and try to attribute the knowledge to say...

your 'fictious' father, Conni's ex-husband. You should deal with those issues later though."

"How should she bail out if she's in trouble Dawn," mom interposed, "a good catch all

excuse for her to seek our help?"

"Well... you are the only girl in your class who is menstruating, so you could claim a 'pad

failure' or say, 'It's time for my Midol.' and then head for the kitchen or bathroom. The old,

'holding your stomach and claiming, 'cramps'', and rushing out, ploy should work really well.

Your girlfriends will all be understanding, even though they have never had 'cramps'," she

laughed at the thought.

"It doesn't really hurt that much god-sister Dawn. I hurt a whole lot worse than this lots

of times before..." I claimed, innocently.

Dawn snapped the mascara tube in two, accidentally right then, "Oh, Damn, sorry

Tamara, I didn't mean to break it."

"It's okay Dawn, I have another one she can have... a real one," mom comforted her, "I

understand completely. If I was as strong as you I probably would have dug fingerprints into the

wallboard just now."

"Did I say something wrong?" I fretted.

"No dear, you didn't. We're just glad that your periods are so mild," Dawn lied, giving

mom a sideways glance.

They coached me for some time after that, until I was becoming sleepy-eyed, "I think

Tamara is getting tired Conni, and we can continue this tomorrow morning if you like," Dawn

suggested.

"Good idea. Let's dress Tamara in something sexy and soft and let her get to sleep," mom

decided, as the two women dug through my nightie drawer.

They came up with a lemon colored long length, silk nightie. Man, it caressed me all over

and the shimmery cool fabric was so nice hugging my body in bed.

Mom and Dawn tucked me in, both ladies kissed me good night, and I fell asleep almost

immediately, sighing in the comfort of my soft night clothing.

Grownups Discuss Tamara - Narrator

********************************************

"Every time she makes light of being in pain because it's not as bad as she had it before I

just..." Conni declared between gritted teeth.

"Tell me about it. I'm the one who snapped a mascara in two. I have to admit that I was

beginning to feel sorry for Hanky, but I don't anymore."

"Who is Hanky?" Conni asked, not having heard the name before.

"Oh, Tamara's father was named Hank. We just started calling him Hanky when

Rhiannon made him a bimbo," Dawn supplied, "Why? Do you have a better name for her?"

"Brittany?" mom giggled, "or maybe Bambi?"

"Bambi Boobies... now there's a name! He, he, he," Dawn chuckled at the justice in such

a bimbo-esque name.

"That's fitting. Imagine a guy who finds out his name is the pure definition of a sex toy,"

Conni enjoyed the irony of it.

"I'll talk it over with Rhiannon, but I'm sure it will stick in this case," Dawn decided,

yawning, her own fatigue catching up with her.

"You had better head home before you fall asleep at the hog..." Conni was becoming quite

tired herself.

"It was so nice to meet you two. God I'm so glad Rhiannon has a new goddaughter. She's

like a new woman. I haven't seen her so bubbly in decades," Dawn said as she hugged Conni

goodnight.

"I feel alive myself for the first time in months. Thank you so much for my daughter.

She's so perfect I've cried myself to sleep more than once since I got her," Conni admitted as they

broke apart.

"You've handled her difficulties well Conni, though I'm sure she will be dealing with them

for many years to come. You have a tough job girl, since Tamara is so good at hiding her

problems. You will need to draw her out and get her to share herself. I don't envy you that job,

but I do envy you the loving daughter," Dawn waved as she went into the driveway to climb

aboard her yellow Harley for the ride home.

Hanks New Name - Hank

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I woke up feeling refreshed but it took a few moments for me to remember why I had a

cock gag in my mouth with the salty taste of sperm flooding my taste buds. I immediately felt the

two large items impaling my bottom, and the two giant boobs keeping me from moving very far. I

reached around to try to dislodge the cock gag but it was firmly, locked into place.

I just lay there waiting for someone to put me to some other disgusting or demeaning task.

I soon realized that I was enthusiastically sucking on the gag, drawing a thicker stream of sperm

out of the tube. It was so good, I had to get more, so I started milking the tubing to force more

into my mouth. It soothed me as if I had taken barbiturates. The more I got in me, the less I

minded sucking cocks.

I was becoming slightly bloated with the amount I had consumed by the time Dawn

returned.

"I see you have a new record Hanky. You drank a whole gallon of dick juice, you nasty

slut. Well, be that as it may, I have good news for you," she declared forcefully pumping another

full cup into my face, "It was decided by your offspring's mother that you should be called, Bambi

Boobies. I think that is just the perfect name for a whore like you. Get all that jizzum off the

cock gag so I can take it out of your perfect cock sucking mouth."

I eagerly licked up everything that was available after she had turned off the flow of sperm.

Dawn popped the gag out of my face and said, "Go ahead, and lick your spermy lips. So,

what's your name slut?"

"B... B... Bambi," I stuttered in shame.

"That's not all of it. I want the whole thing, NOW!"

"Bambi Boobies," I corrected.

"Make it a total sentence. I want you to sound as if you love your new name, or you will

not only be in major pain, you won't be getting any jizzum in the near future either!"

"My name's Bambi Boobies," I intoned perkily, in my little girl voice, punctuating it with a

giggle.

"That's better. Now say, 'My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked."

"My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked," I repeated, knowing where this was

leading.

"Add sucking cocks to that, and I think we're getting somewhere," Dawn insisted, a cruel

grimace on her face.

"My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked and I love sucking big nasty cocks," I

embellished, adding a giggle, trying to avoid her adding more to the phrase by being one step

ahead of her.

"That's the spirit, but you left out those udders, so slip how much you love being milked

like a dairy cow and you finally have the right mindset," Dawn decided, not quite willing to let me

off the hook yet.

"My name's Bambi Boobies, I love being fucked, I love sucking big nasty cocks, and it

drives me wild to be milked like a Jersey cow," I supplied with the requisite giggle.

"That's lovely Bambi. Now when I have the girls come in and move you to your happy

place, I want you to announce that same thing to your adoring erect fans before I let them in to

feed you more squirmy sperm. You will do that for me, won't you Bambi?" Dawn had obviously

done this before.

I don't know what happened while I slept, but this Dawn was much crueler than when she

put me to bed, so I dared not disappoint her, "Bambi will do it for you eagerly, Miss Dawn," and I

threw in a giggle for good measure.

"You have the airhead act down quite well Bambi. See to it that you maintain the illusion

until I tell you to stop doing it."

I giggled in reply.

Dawn let three of the girls in to drag my boobs and me to the room I occupied last night. I

nearly lost it when they lifted my tits onto the rolling table, even with them ensconced in silk. I

was so weak from not using my legs or arms to move myself about they nearly had to drag me.

"What's wrong with my feet? They won't let me put my heels down anymore, Miss Dawn,"

I asked, tiptoeing behind my boobs.

"You have to wear high heels for the rest of your days Bambi. You will never get to be a

normal woman, so high heels make your legs look sexier and give your butt an alluring wiggle.

You have every advantage needed to lure men to you as if you were magnetized. Get used to it,"

she responded flatly.

"Thank you so much Miss Dawn," I figured that being polite might be my only salvation.

"Girls, before we open the doors, does anyone need a pick-me-up? If you do, go ahead and

nurse some. I'll wait," Dawn, offered to the ladies, who all three started suckling on my nipples

swapping from time to time.

"Ughn... ooh... uh..." I moaned as the intense pleasure melted my mind once again.

The girls had my cunt positively drooling by the time they were sated.

"Scoot girls," Dawn commanded as she herself vacated the room, "Remember what I told

you slut!"

The door slid open to the outside again and my supply of sperm was dangling there

waiting for me to harvest it.

Well, it was dangling until they caught a glimpse of the titty slut drooling at both ends

waiting for them.

"My name's Bambi Boobies, I love being fucked, I love sucking big nasty cocks, and it

drives me wild to be milked like a Jersey cow!" I exclaimed with a giggle. I needn't say any more

even if I could get it out around the huge piece of man meat that was fed to me.

'I was encased in cocks, all standing at attention and every one of them was for me!' I

smiled with the realization, however immediately I thought, "Oh my god, what am I thinking!'

I was unable to think about it further though, because a giant jet of jizzum fired into the

back of my throat and I moaned in the pure ecstasy of the experience. Thereafter I received

sperm donations every minute or so as I orgasmed and sucked, while supplying milk to

invigorate my studs.

Whenever a dick slipped from my mouth, I moaned and chanted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck

me!" Usually, there was a penis, slipped between my lips right about then.

Hour after hour, I was, fucked, cleaned, and fucked some more.

During one cleaning Dawn came in and whispered in my ear, "I was beginning to feel sorry

for you yesterday, that is until I spoke with your offspring. You are deserving of every bit of this

and more, cunt!"

"At least I know there's a boy somewhere to carry on the family name!" I retorted, in my

one act of defiance since this hell had begun.

That bitch actually laughed! "Oh, no there isn't, Bambi!" she declared triumphantly.

I broke down crying at that point. It must be all of these feminine hormones I am awash

in, "Poor Roger... what have I done?" I blubbered continuously until someone filled my swollen

lips with a jizzum tube, whereupon I was once again, overcome with lust.

Forevermore the thoughts of Roger, no longer a man, would haunt my existence.

Prelude to a Slumber Party - Tamara

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I awoke early as usual. Saturdays were always a great time to do whatever I wanted in the

morning, dad usually slept in until noon.

My fuzzy slippers tickled my feet when I put them on. They were so cute and soft I always

smiled when I thought to myself they are mine and no one is going to be angry with me for

wearing them!

When I stumbled into the kitchen, mom was already there, waiting for me, with a hug,

"You're better than an alarm clock girl. I can set my watch by you. What should we have for

breakfast today?"

"Can I make omelets for us?" I asked hopefully.

"Only if I can coach. Is it a deal?"

"You bet! Eggs..." I recalled as I invaded the refrigerator, looking for them.

"Butter..." she offered, one of the ingredients I might not have realized I would need.

After gathering everything and placing it on the counter next to the stove, I dug out a

frying pan, dropped a dollop of butter in it, and turned up the heat.

"You amaze me all of the time Tamara," Mom proclaimed. "You already make a better

homemaker than many of your friends do, I wager!"

"I don't even know how to use a hammer..." I replied in surprise.

Mom giggled, "No, goofy, homemaker is someone who takes care of the family. Home

builders are the ones with the hammers."

"Ohhhh..." I said, while carefully cracking the eggs into the bowl. I did pretty well too. I

only had to fish out one piece of shell!

Mom handed me the whisk and showed me how it worked.

"This works better than a spoon," I realized, making the eggs all frothy.

"That's a relief," mom exclaimed.

"What's a relief?"

"I'm just happy to be able to teach you things and show you better ways than you already

know. I'm relieved that you don't know so much. It makes me feel needed."

I set the bowl down and hugged her, "I'll always need you, mom."

"You better get back to it, you don't want the butter to burn," mom refocused me, but

hugged me tightly before letting me go.

I finished making the first omelet and quickly made the second, however, mom had me

make a third. She didn't say why.

When I put the food on the table, the doorbell rang and in came my god-sister Dawn,

"Good morning ladies. Ooh, what's this? My god-sister cooks?"

"Mom, you knew Dawn was coming!" I accused with a smile.

"Sit down you two, we don't want Tamara's efforts to get cold," mom insisted.

It was a wonderful breakfast. Mom and Dawn were full of so much praise, I was

embarrassed, but it felt nice to be appreciated.

My girl training continued for a while but we soon had to break off because it was time to

get ready to go.

The phone rang and mom put it on speaker, "Hello?"

"Conni? Are my goddaughters there with you?" Rhiannon inquired.

"Yes, and they can hear you. I have the speaker phone on."

"Terrific! Well, Lovette came through. We are all invited to the slumber party, so get your

nighties ready girls. I'll be there in about a minute and we can discuss the game plan," she

informed us, "Oops, I'm in your driveway now. Answer the door girls!" She hung up the phone

without any more ado.

We raced each other to the door, opened it, and Rhiannon marched in as if she owned the

place, carrying her overnight bag, "That car is faster than I think sometimes."

"The parking outside Lori's house is going to be a real sight!" I decided.

"Yah, Lori's neighbors are going to think her place is a crack house," Dawn tittered.

"Well in literal terms..." Rhiannon started, thought better of it, and let the sentence fade.

I laughed myself into a case of hiccups though.

Mom and Dawn only let out a small snort of a laugh, but giggled at my reaction to the

pun.

Mom taught me how to stretch my diaphragm and relieve the hiccups, by over-filling my

lungs. (Moms know stuff like that.)