Three In One

Prologue

Bridget had her latest baby in her arms and she was suckling him at her breast. She heard the door open and she looked up. “Hello, Heather.” She said. When her baby, Walter heard somebody coming, he became embarrassed at what he was doing and ashamed, buried his face into Bridget’s ample breasts.

Bridget held his cheeks in her fingers and turned his face around. “Don’t be alarmed, sweetum. It is only Heather.”

He saw Heather looking down at him and he was terrified. Heather held his chin in her fingers. “Don’t be scared, baby. Heather will be very gentle with you.” Walter remembered how mean and cruel she was with him the last time and was not mollified. He went back to suckling on Bridget’s long, brown tit.

After letting him suckle for a few minutes, Bridget set him down and got up. “It is good of you to baby sit my darling, Heather.”

“No problem, mom. But where are you going?”

“I am going to a bar to pick up men.”

“Mom, you know I love you dearly, but I have never figured out how you can attract so many gorgeous hunks. Why, you attract better men than I do. No offense mom, but you are not that good looking. You are obese, overweight and you are old. And yet you seem to attract handsome young men without any difficulty.’

“Fifty five is not old. I have got just a few gray hair” Bridget replied with dignity. “And I did ask this to Karen once when we were talking. You know Dr. Miller? She told me that it is the pheromones. Smell of pheromones is what attracts them; young men are attracted to me like moths to a flame.”

“What do you think, dear? You are a doctor, endo something.”

“An Endocrinologist mom, I have told you many times. And your Dr. Miller may have something there.”

“Remember John, mom? A great looking, gorgeous hunk of a man. He was dating me first, but when he saw you, he ditched me and started dating you.”

“Yes, I remember, he was great in bed as well. Well, sorry about that, dear. Anyway, why don’t you look after the baby, I have to get ready. “

Heather looked down at Walter and inserted her hand into his diaper. “Let us see what the baby has been up to. Oh, the baby has done number one. Well, we will take care of that.”

She removed his diaper and cleaned him up. “Mom, I think your baby is developing a diaper rash.” Bridget had finished her shower and walked into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She was totally naked. But she had no problem her baby seeing her naked. However, as Walter saw her naked body, he started to get an erection.”

“Mom, look the baby is getting an erection. Baby’s little weenie is standing up in salute for you.”

“Of course he is getting an erection. You love your mommy don’t you, sweetie?” She bent down and pinched his cheek.

“And that is not diaper rash, dear, that is spanky rash. He was a bad boy yesterday and I had to spank him. Just put on some of that cream over there, and his welts will soon clear up.”

“Don’t say that, mom. Walter is a good boy. Aren’t you, sissy?” she bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

Soon she changed his diaper and put him in his play pen. She gave him a doll. “Now baby, I want you to keep chattering to the doll, talk nonsense to it. Remember, you must not make any sense, babies always talk nonsense. Goo goo gaa gaa etc. Also, cuddle and kiss the doll often, I will be watching you. Is that clear?”

Walter looked up at her and nodded, terrified. After the punishment Heather had given him the last time she baby sat him, he didn’t want to mess around with her.

Finally Bridget was ready for her date. She entered the bedroom and saw Walter chattering happily with his doll. She opened the playpen door.

“Sweetie, mom is going away for grown up business now. Kiss mommy goodbye.” So saying, she lowered her panties and bent over, exposing her hairy asshole to him. Walter reached up and licked her asshole, getting mouthful of hair. Pressing his lips firmly to her buttocks, he inserted his tongue into her asshole, tasting the shit inside. As he withdrew his tongue, he could feel a couple of her ass hair on his tongue.

With a feeling of revulsion, he swallowed them. The first time he French kissed her asshole he had spat out the ass hairs. Bridget had given him a severe beating for that, he could never forget that beating.

“So you have everything then? You have my cell number. Call me only if there is any emergency. I have filled a couple of bottles for him. Other emergency numbers are on the fridge.”

“Bottles of milk?”

Don’t be silly, bottles of my golden nectar, my golden Champaign.”

Hey, I am sure the baby will like that. Well, I am sure there won’t be any emergencies. I will handle everything.”

“The way you handled it for baby Jennifer?”

Heather winced when she heard that. It was a disaster with baby John (later named Jennifer, his new mommy wanted a baby girl, so John was trained to be a baby girl, rather than a baby boy), all right. Bridget had gone clubbing again, and Heather was babysitting John. When Bridget left, the Baby was sleeping. When the Baby got up and started crying (a Baby was strictly forbidden to speak unless spoken to, each new trainee was given a severe beating right at the beginning of his training to stress the fact that babies do not talk, they were however taught to cry, sob softly to attract the attention of the mommy or the baby sitter), Heather heard him on the baby monitor and went to see.

She checked his diaper, the Baby was wet. She changed the diaper, cuddled him to her breast and fed him a baby bottle full of Bridget’s golden nectar (which Jennifer suckled down with every evidence of relish, she was towards the end of her training). Then Heather put the Baby in his playpen.

As soon as she put her down, baby Jennifer started crying. Heather cuddled the Baby, cooed the Baby, shook Baby’s rattle, she even let the Baby Suckle at her breast. This quieted the Baby while he was suckling, but he started crying as soon as he was removed from her breast. She even checked his temperature, but the Baby was not hot.

This went on for almost an hour, and Heather was seriously considering whether to give the Baby permission to speak, so it could tell her what was wrong with him. However, she did not want to break the training so close to completion, so before giving him permission to speak, she decided to call Bridget.

Bridget was lying naked and all sweaty on a bed in a hotel room. “Hi, mom. Are you alone?” In response, Bridget simply moved her phone towards her bottom showing a handsome young man with his head buried into her dense, thick forest. Her other hand was on his head and she was guiding him.

“What is the matter, dear”? She asked Heather. Heather explained the situation to her and asked her, “What do you think mom, should I give Jennifer permission to speak?”

“I don’t know, would you please explain the chain of events to me again.” Heather did.

“So after you changed her diaper, fed her a bottle of my golden champagne and put her in the playpen she started crying? Let me think.”

As she was thinking, Heather saw her start to moan loudly all of a sudden. She also started twitching, and Heather realised Bridget was having one Hell of an orgasm. After plenty of twitching, kicking and shaking, she subsided.

Her young man came up and sidled up to her, licking his lips. His face was covered with Bridget’s pussy juice and a few of her pubic hair. “I peed a little, I am afraid. At my age, one doesn’t have full control of the bladder, especially not after the earth shattering orgasm you gave me. Did you swallow my pee, darling?”

He simply nodded, still licking his lips. “Don’t worry about it, dear.”  He told her. “Roger, this is Heather. Heather, say hello to Roger. His tongue should be declared a national treasure.”

“Hi, Roger.” Heather said, burning with jealousy (and not for the first time) that her old mother can catch such hunks, which she cannot. He tried to kiss Bridget, but she wrinkled her nose. “Yuck, don’t try to kiss me now, honey. Here, suckle on my breast for a while, after that we will kiss, I promise.”

“Here darling, suckle on my breast.” Bridget lifted one sagging, sweaty breast and brought her long, sweaty, slippery nipple to Roger’s lips. Roger did not need any encouragement, he started suckling immediately. Bridget kissed him on the forehead.

Bridget was holding the phone in one hand. With the other hand, she was alternately mussing up Roger’s hair and straightening it up again.

“Let me see, where were we? Oh, yes, Jennifer is crying and doesn’t stop.” Bridget again went through the sequence of events in her mind.

“Oh, my God. Check her diaper.”

“Check her diaper, why? I changed her diaper less than an hour ago, it should be fine.”

“Is that the pale yellow coloured diaper, which is rather heavy?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, remove baby’s diaper and you will see.”

She put the baby on the changing mat, strapped her down securely and removed her diaper. As soon as she removed the diaper, baby’s crying changed to whimper. When Heather looked at the diaper, she was horrified. The diaper had sharp points sticking out of it, about an inch apart. The sharp points had pricked the baby’s smooth, soft skin and Jennifer was bleeding in several places.

“Why, this is awful. What is going on here, mom?”

“You keep suckling dear, that is a good boy. Afterwards you get to kiss mommy. Heather, that is a punishment diaper; it should not be left on more than ten minutes. It gives the baby intense pain, but it doesn’t break the skin for about 15 to 20 minutes. I have used the punishment diaper on my babies in the past (including Jennifer), but never more than ten minutes. I usually keep it separately; it must have got mixed up with other diapers by mistake.”

“But what do I do, mom?”

‘Well, you are a doctor, can’t you do anything?”

“This is outside my specialty, mom. You need a general practitioner or an Internist.”

Call my friend, Dr. Karen Miller. She is an Internist. You will see her phone number among the emergency phone numbers on the fridge. She has helped me out on occasion.

She called Karen. Karen came over, made a house call and charged Bridget handsomely for that. As a result of her injuries, handover of Jennifer to her new mommy was delayed by two weeks beyond the agreed date, and Bridget had to give her a 5% discount to alleviate any hurt feelings.

“Sorry mom, it won’t happen again.”

As Bridget was leaving, Heather asked her “So what is my payment, mom?”

“Payment? Can’t you do one little thing for your mother for free? Oh, did I mention that today is the bitching day?”

“Well, why didn’t you say so before?” Heather asked excitedly. “That is payment enough. So you want me to bitch baby Walter?”

“Of course dear, you have broken in all of my babies. When I return, I plan to have some fun with him myself.”

“OK get out of here mom, have a great time. Let baby and me have some fun as well.”

Chapter 1 – Heather – the Daughter

As Bridget left, Heather came back and unlocked and opened the door of Walter’s playpen. “Come on sweetie, let us have some fun.” She held him by his hand and brought him over to the bed. Because of strict diet and lack of exercise, he had become weak and was in no position to resist Heather. Heather on the other hand, was quite athletic, played sports regularly and Walter knew that in a fight she could make mincemeat of him easily. Any thought of fighting her was out of the question.

She helped him on to the bed. “Let us get you into something comfortable, baby.” She said removing his diaper. He was now totally naked and felt even more vulnerable. Heather inserted the diaper underneath his butt.

“Now I will slip into something comfortable.” She left the room. Soon she returned, she was now wearing a gray nightgown. While it was not transparent, Walter could see the bulge of her breasts inside the gown and that was enough to give him an erection. Heather noticed his erection and smiled.

“I see little Walter is standing in salute for me. Isn’t that nice?” She lay down beside him, took him in her arms and put her lips on his. She inserted her tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately, feeding him plenty of her spit. He had to swallow her spit repeatedly to keep it from overflowing out of his mouth.

Finally Heather retracted her tongue from his mouth and ended the kiss. Walter was in Heaven. He had a major crush on Heather (in spite of how mean and cruel she was to him) and being kissed by her was the ultimate bliss for him.

Heather was smiling, looking down at him. He looked up at her, adoration in his eyes. But suddenly Heather slapped him, slapped him hard, with all of her strength. Walter blacked out for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, Heather was still looking down on him, but there was no smile in her eyes, simply fury.

“Son of a bitch! Don’t you ever disobey me again, you hear? I want your full cooperation in what is about to happen, is that clear?” Walter was now absolutely terrorised, he simply nodded at her. She hit him again, backhanding him this time.

“Will you ever disobey me, refuse to cooperate with me?” She asked him, raising her hand again. With tears in his eyes, he shook his head. But by now he was overcome with terror. He could feel himself losing control and with a loud noise, he performed number one and number two.

Heather smelled it. “What is that smell?” she looked down, at his waist. “Oh, isn’t that cute? The sissy is protesting in his own way. Well, don’t think that will get you out of anything.”

“Now let us have answers to a few questions. If the answers are wrong, I will feed your fresh shit to you, is that clear?” Heather asked him, squeezing his cheeks with her fingers painfully. Looking up at her, again Walter nodded. He was now sobbing softly.

“Now, what are you?”

“A sissy, ma’am.”

“What am I to you?”

“He thought for a moment “You are my Goddess, ma’am.”

“That is right. My mom, Bridget is your mommy, but I am your goddess, and don’t you ever forget it. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” Walter answered, still sniffling.

“And quit your sniffling, snivelling or I will give you something to really cry about.”

Heather had the foresight to place the diaper underneath him, so all his mess landed on the diaper, without messing the bed.

“Now I want you to be absolutely still while I clean you up, is that clear?” Walter nodded, looking up at her. She soon had him cleaned up, applying baby oil to his bottom and sprinkling baby power over him. Walter kept staring at the ceiling, lying absolutely still.

Her dominance established, having shown him who the boss is, she lay down beside him again. “Now baby is clean and smells nice also. Isn’t that better?” She was smiling again, and Walter felt a sense of tremendous relief. He was hoping the beating was over. He didn’t know what he had done to provoke the beating, but then she didn’t need any reason to discipline him.

However, now she seemed to be in good mood. She took him in her arms and started kissing him all over his face, planting short kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his lips. She alternated this with ravaging his cheeks with her fingers, pinching them, squeezing them kneading them. While kissing him, she would also pinch his breasts quite harshly, eliciting tears from him. Soon his face was drenched with her spit.

She fastened her lips upon his and inserted her tongue into his mouth. As her tongue started roving into his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in this left nipple. While kissing him, Heather was squeezing and pinching his nipple hard. The pain kept on building and tears of pain started coming out of his eyes. He was in incredible ecstasy and unbearable pain at the same time, ecstasy of the kiss and agony of the pain.

Finally she broke the kiss and withdrew from his mouth. He was still sniffling with pain. Heather saw him crying. “Still crying? Maybe we should name you Miss Tears, I will have to talk to mom about it.”

She stood up on the bed and sat down on his chest, facing him. “I have got a present for you, darling.” She said, as she lifted the front of her night gown. Walter was horrified to see a huge dildo protruding out of her pussy. He looked up and shook his head vigorously, remembering the admonition not to speak.

That made Heather angry. He squeezed his cheeks painfully with her fingers. “Well now, are you challenging my authority again? Do you want another beating? I can give you one worse than before, do you want that?

Walter was terrified and shook his head. “Then are you going to be a good girl and cooperate with me?” Again he nodded.

“Well, let us have no more of that nonsense then. Now open your mouth.” As he opened his mouth wide, she spat a generous gob of her thick, foamy spit into his mouth.

“Now, don’t swallow it at once, but rotate it in your mouth, savour it and then swallow it. Walter obeyed.

“I was going to use more lubrication, but seeing how naughty you have been, this is all the lubrication you are going to get. Open wide.” When he opened wide she inserted her huge member into his mouth.

“Now start sucking on it, I want to hear lots of slurping noise. Wet it thoroughly. Remember, that is all the lubrication you are going to get.” He started to choke on her dildo, but with difficulty he managed to lubricate it thoroughly.

Heather got up from his chest, stood beside the bed, lifted both his feet by one hand and bent them over his head, exposing his clean shaven rosebud of an asshole (both his front and the back were always kept clean shaven). She dragged him over so that his exposed asshole was by the bedside.  She took a small towel and placed it under Walter’s ass. She said to him “I am feeling more generous, sissy, so you get more lubrication after all.”

Holding both his legs with one hand, she spat generously on his asshole and with the tip of her dildo, worked the spit into his asshole. With some difficulty she managed to penetrate his asshole with her dildo about an inch. Walter could already feel excruciating pain.

“Are you ready for your bitching, darling?” Heather asked mockingly. Walter was too terrified to answer; he had his eyes firmly shut.

“Open your eyes, sissy.” Heather commanded. “I want to look into your eyes when I am deflowering you.”

Holding his legs firmly over his head, she gave a mighty heave, she thrusted with all her strength. She was able to penetrate fully with her dildo. Walter screamed with pain, as he felt the evil dildo enter his ass, tearing the tissue as it penetrated.

Still holding on to his feet, Heather slapped him hard with her other hand. “Shut up, bitch.” She told him, as she withdrew almost completely, until only the head of the dildo remained inside his asshole and penetrated deeply once again, this time it being much easier. But it was not any easier for Walter, who screamed even loudly than before. To him, it was pure agony, he didn’t know so much pain existed in the world.

“Go on then, yell your fool head off.” She started fucking him with her dildo, with in and out action. Then she thought of something even more evil. Walter was screaming at the top of his voice. She worked up plenty of spit in her mouth, took aim and fired a large gob of spit into his wide open mouth.

But after that she totally ignored him, intent only on fucking him raw. It was a double sided dildo, with the smaller part inserted into her pussy. As she was fucking him, she also was getting stimulated. She kept fucking him faster and faster. She started to sweat due to all that exertion, and Walter could feel her drops of sweat from her face falling onto his body.

Finally with a mighty heave, she climaxed with a yell and a roar. Walter also climaxed, he could feel a few drops of semen dribble from his erect penis. But while Heather was in pure ecstasy, Walter got no enjoyment out of his ejaculation; to him the feeling was just like peeing.

As Heather got down from her climax, she removed the dildo from the harness and pulled it out from Walter’s asshole. Walter was still howling nonstop, with pain. Heather lay down on the bed besides him and lit a cigarette, totally contented.

Walter was still yelling with pain. Eventually his screams were reduced to whimpers, and then to moans. He could feel bleeding from his asshole. Heather left him alone, smoking quietly.

Then not to her surprise, Walter turned over towards her and snuggled up to her. She had broken in many of Bridget’s babies in the past, and this was the invariable reaction. This was Walter’s acceptance of his status as the vanquished, Heather’s bitch. She took him in her arms.

Walter snuggled up to her even more closely. By now she was reeking of sweat. “Open your mouth, sweetie.” She told him. As he obeyed, she flipped the ash from her cigarette into his mouth. Walter had burning sensation in his mouth, but the pain was nothing compared to what he had just gone through.

“Swallow it, sissy. It may be a bit dry, here, let me help you.” He could again see her thick, foamy spit descend slowly into his mouth. He mixed the ash with her spit and swallowed it.

“That is a good sissy. Here is your reward, darling.” Walter was by now clinging to her tightly, he could feel her sweat drenched nightgown. She removed the top button of her nightgown, revealing one of her breasts. Walter could see her erect, proudly standing breast. She was young, and there was no sagging to her breast. She took after her mother and her breasts were large.

She took her nipple in her hand and brought it to Walter’s mouth. It was slippery with sweat and it also reeked of sweat. Walter started suckling on it hungrily. Finally he fell asleep, still suckling on her nipple and clinging to her like a frightened baby.

Heather gently disengaged herself, removed the blood stained towel from under him and called her mother. Bridget was sitting on a hotel bed.

She had hickies and love bites all over her body, her hair was a mess. Her lipstick and mascara were smudged; Heather could see a drop of semen at the corner of her mouth. There was semen running down her left breast. She was glistening with sweat.

“Great night, mom?” “The very best, dear.”

“Where is your boy toy, then?” “He is in the bathroom.”

“What, only one today?”

“No way, I had three gorgeous hunks servicing me, fucking me. Two of them have left. One white, one black, one Mexican, I don’t discriminate. I never cease to be amazed at the sexual prowess of the young studs, each of them must have ejaculated at least five times. My pussy and asshole are practically overflowing with semen. And I have swallowed so much of the stuff that I am full, and I didn’t have any dinner this evening.”

“Wow, sounds like you had great time. But your speech is slightly slurred. You are not going to drive back in your condition, are you?”

“Of course not, silly. And I am a bit tight. I never bring my own car when I go on a sex night. I took a taxi, now my boy toy will drop me off. Boy, am I tired. At my age, I don’t have as much energy, stamina as I used to.”

“Well, you seem to be doing quite all right, if you ask me.”

“But surely you didn’t call to learn about my sexual escapades. How goes the bitching?”

“It is done. He was properly bitched, now he is sleeping.”

“Did he bleed much?”

“He hardly bled. Are you sure he was a virgin?”

“Well, I don’t think he was gay in his previous life, though one can never be sure. But I have given him plenty of practice with a dildo, he has spent the last two weeks wearing a butt plug. That may have helped. Let me see the towel.”

Heather held up the towel for her to see. There were only a few spots of blood on it. “Well, you know what to do with it. Pack both the towel and the dildo. You will find the name tag on the table, I prepared it before I left in the evening.”

“I am doing it.” Heather took the towel and the dildo and placed them in a plastic bag. She also included the name tag that Bridget had prepared. It included Walter’s previous name and the date and time when he was bitched. Then she went to the equipment to seal the packet and hermetically heat sealed the plastic bag, to preserve it for years to come. Then she placed it in a cupboard, along with several other such bags.

“How many do you have so far, mom?”

“I don’t remember dear, maybe 26 or 27.”

“Bet it is good money, eh?”

“By training one baby, I make more than enough to live comfortably for the whole year. I train 4 or 5 every year.”

“I remember in the beginning you used to train a baby and then try to find a buyer.”

“Yes, but these days my reputation has spread, I do great work. Now I train a baby only if somebody asks me for it. And I already have about ten orders, that is a backlog of at least two years.”

“So if somebody orders a baby today, she will have to wait for two years?”

“That is right.” Then she was struck by something. “Say Heather, would you like a baby? No charge, of course.”

“You know, I never thought of that. But yes, I think it would be nice to have a baby of my own. Can I have Walter?”

“Sorry, he is spoken for. His new mommy wants to be a mother in every sense of the word, she is going to breastfeed him. She is already getting hormonal treatment so that she can start producing breast milk. I can’t let her down.”

“But tell you what, I will put your name on the list. You will have your own baby two or two and a half years from now. That will give you enough time to get ready for a baby, both physically and mentally. What do you say?”

“Thanks mom, you are the greatest.”

Chapter 2 – Bridget, the Mother

“Thanks, Matt.” Bridget said as Matt pulled into her driveway.

“No problem, dear. Look, the night is still young. What do you say I come in for some more sex?”

Bridget looked at him adoringly. “Wow, Matt. You have already ejaculated five times. That is why I like young studs, for their staying capacity. Your semen is in my tummy, my pussy and my asshole. Look at me, I am a mess. I reek of sweat, semen and who knows what else. I doubt if my breath is minty fresh either. And you still want to have sex with me?”

For answer Matt folded her in his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. “Does that answer your question?”

“My, aren’t you sweet? Thanks for the offer, but I am really tired. At my age a woman tires quickly, I need my sleep. But we will get together again. Let us just the two of us get together this time, no other men. You have my E Mail address, E Mail me.”

As she got out of his car, she wondered if he had any close relatives. Maybe she should have her detectives check him out. He could be the next candidate for her, once she was finished with Walter.

Walter had fallen asleep suckling on Heather’s tit. He was awakened by sound of the door opening and by voices.

“Hi, mom. So how was it?”

“It was great, dear. Everything I could hope for. Now, let me look at the plastic bag you prepared.”

She inspected the contents of the bag. “Everything looks fine. How is the baby?”

“Well, I guess bitching was too much for him, the poor dear. He fell asleep. It is probably time for him to wake up again. Well, I better be getting along.”

“Give your mommy a hug before you go, dear.” Bridget put a hand over her mouth.

“What is the matter, mom? Are you all right?”

“Nothing to worry about, dear, just simply reflux. Happens to me when I have had a bit too much to drink.”

“That is the contents of stomach backing up into your mouth. You don’t want too much of that, it is acidic and can rot your teeth. You might want to take an antacid.”

As Heather hugged her mother, she was nauseated. “My God mom, you positively reek. What are all those smells? I smell whiskey, semen, pussy juice, sweat, urine and God knows what else. Also your breath smells terrible, what have you been eating? You need a shower big time. And for God’s sake brush your teeth.”

Bridget wasn’t offended. “All in good time, dear. As to my breath, you can guess what I have been ingesting for the past three hours. Anyway, first I am going to have some fun with my baby.”

“I thought you would be tired by now and would want to go to bed right away (hopefully after a cleanup and a shower).”

“Oh, I am not tired. Besides, you didn’t think the bitching process was complete, did you?”

“I thought it was.”

“No, what you did was only half the process, I will complete the other half. You made him your bitch, but with you, it was only sex. Maybe you raped him, but there was nothing repulsive about it. You instilled fear in him.”

“He has to learn that sex won’t always be fun for him, sometimes he may get repulsed by it, he may be humiliated by it, he even may feel like throwing up. But he still must submit to his mommy, that is the absolute requirement on his part. He must learn that for him, any sexual encounter will always be accompanied by at least some degree of pain and humiliation, even some degree of disgust. That is an important part of bitching.”

“Well, the poor sap. I hope he doesn’t throw up on you (or you don’t throw up on him, you are slightly drunk). Well, good night, mom. See you later.” With that, Heather left.

Bridget quickly shed her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Walter could see her pendulous breasts hanging down her chest. He could see her rolls of fat, her belly was also hanging down over her panties. She removed her panties and she was totally naked. Walter could see her thick, dense bush glistening with semen. He knew what was in store for him and he shuddered at the thought. But of course disobedience was out of the question.

Bridget lowered her haunches slowly onto his chest and sat down, facing him. “Now dear, mommy has been on tilt-the-world for three hours, her pussy is raw. I need some gentle, loving care now. You know what to do.” She said, pressing her dripping pussy into his face. Walter could smell her rancid breath while she was talking.

He stuck out his tongue and started licking the semen from her pussy onto her long, curly pubic hair. The slimy salty taste of the semen made him nauseated, he still had not got used to the taste of semen. But coming out of his mommy, he was eager to lap it up. It took him quite  a while to clean up her dense, sweaty, slimy forest. He also ended up swallowing some of her pubic hair. Bridget could smell the awful stench of her pussy from up above, and she hoped she didn’t throw up.

Then he went exploring into her pussy with his tongue. He immediately struck gold, her pussy was overflowing with semen. As he stirred the semen with his tongue, it started dripping onto his tongue, into his mouth. He started swallowing as far as it would drip onto his tongue.

“Very soothing, very relaxing.” He heard Bridget say. Then she gave a long sigh, and the semen started pouring into his mouth in a steady stream. He had to struggle to swallow it all up. After a long time, he was done licking her pussy clean. To clean it thoroughly, he inserted his tongue deep into her pussy and started exploring. That disturbed the semen lodged deep inside her vagina and a huge gob of it landed on his tongue with a splash. Evidently this semen was the result of earliest fucking. It had been sitting in her pussy for quite a while and it had a rancid and awful taste and smell.

All his effort was making Bridget aroused. He could hear her moaning. Soon she achieved a climax and squirted her pussy juice into his mouth mixed with more semen. She held on to his neck while she was achieving the climax, and he could feel her nails dig painfully into his neck. Finally she subsided. However, she lost control of her bladder and pissed a little into his mouth. He of course had no choice as to whether to swallow it, he swallowed her piss without any complaint.

Then Bridget realised, she had been wanting to pee for a long time now. She decided to take a whiz right there. “Open your mouth, honey. Mommy wants to pee. Open your mouth wide now, here comes mommy’s golden Champaign. Yum yum.”

She started pissing into his mouth, in a thick, yellow stream. By now he had become an expert in swallowing her piss, and he managed to drink it all up without spilling a drop. She went on and on, it appeared as if she would never stop pissing.

Finally she stopped. “It is all that beer, honey. But guess what, if I get to drink beer, you get to drink beer. I bet alcohol content of my piss isn’t much different from that in the beer. So you also had your own little party, eh?”

Any leftover semen dropped into Walter’s mouth with the piss and finally her pussy was totally clear. Walter licked her pussy dry, kissed it softly and looked up for her reaction.

She was smiling down at him, and he felt relieved. “Not bad, honey, you are learning. But you must get better.” She said, pinching his cheek with her fingers.

Then she stood up, turned around and lowered her haunches on his chest. Walter could feel her enormous buttocks dropping onto his face and engulf his face completely. He could smell the unbearable stink of her asshole. He could feel her long, soft ass hair brushing, tickling his nose.

Her ass was liberally covered with semen and lubricant, and it smelled strongly of semen. Walter started licking her ass cheeks clean. The taste and smell both were revolting, but he kept licking. When he had licked her butt cheeks clean, he moved on to the asshole proper. Her hairy asshole was full to the brim of semen. It took him quite an effort to take the flock of hair in his mouth and lick it clean with his tongue. But finally he was finished.

“Good little sissy. You cleaned the outside of mommy’s ass, now do the inside. Open your mouth wide and bring it close to my asshole.” He could feel her ass hair on his lips and inside his mouth. She strained her ass, as if she was giving a shit. Semen started to pour into his mouth in a thin stream. This semen was much more foul smelling and foul tasting that the one from her pussy (to him her pussy smell was fragrant, ass smell was just stinky).

“Now, don’t just swallow it up. Roll it around on your tongue, savour it, then swallow it.” Soon she was finished and he licked her asshole clean once again. But she still had a feeling that there was still some left inside her.

“All right, now open your sewer of a mouth wide and press your lips snugly against my asshole.” As soon as he did that, she gave a mighty heave. She expelled several gobs of semen with a loud fart. Walter could feel the fart burning inside his mouth. When he rolled the semen onto his tongue, he found that several bits of her shit were also mixed with the semen. He could feel the bile rising from his stomach, but with difficulty, he managed not to heave. His mouth was now full of the semen and bits of her shit, and it took him a while to get it all down.

“That is it, sweetie, I am done. Now clean me up, do a good job.” Walter first cleaned her asshole. Then parting her ass cheeks with his hand, He inserted his tongue through the hair in her asshole and entered the asshole, past the sphincter. He inserted his tongue deep into her ass and started licking it from the inside, moving his tongue this way and that. He knew she had a G spot deep inside her asshole and he was trying to find it.

Bridget was getting aroused again. When he hit the G spot, she climaxed with a shudder. Her ass cheeks lifted off his chest and landed again with a bang, a thud. Excruciating pain penetrated his chest, he just hoped she had not broken any ribs.

Bridget got up from his body. “I will be right back.” Soon she was back. Walter saw that she was wearing an enormous strap on, even bigger than the one used by Heather. She also had a small glass of orange juice in her hand.

She stood beside him by the bed. Her face was directly above his. “Honey, your mouth smells like a sewer, a toilet. It smells of shit, piss, semen and sweat. But I know how to take care of that. Here, drink this.” She said, bringing the glass to his lips. As he took the sip, she told him “Now, don’t gulp it down at once. Move it around in your mouth, gargle with it. The way you did with the semen and my shit. This will get rid of the sewer smell from your mouth.”

Bridget was standing directly above him and her own breath smelled terrible. However, he couldn’t say anything, he was strictly forbidden to speak unless asked a question.

The orange juice was finished in three or four sips. “Now open your mouth.” She sniffed at his breath. “Now that is better, she said, looking down at him and grinning.” Walter noticed (not for the first time) that she was missing several teeth.

“Now we will have some fun. You were a good sissy, you deserve a reward.” She bent down, brought her lips to his and inserted her thick tongue into his mouth. Walter found her fetid breath revolting, but he simply shut his eyes to ignore it and concentrated on the pleasure she was giving with her dominating kiss. He could taste semen and whiskey on her breath.

Soon she was finished and withdrew from his mouth. She applied lubrication to his asshole liberally, for which he was grateful. She inserted the nozzle into his asshole and liberally sprinkled the inside of his ass with lubrication. This was certainly better than what Heather did (she simply lubricated his asshole with her spit and thrust right in).

Bridget was not athletic like Heather, On the contrary, she was overweight, obese and she wouldn’t be able to jackhammer him like Heather did. She lifted his legs, inserted his feet into the cuffs attached to the headboard of the bed and snapped them in place. Now he was fixed in the position with his legs over his head, exposing his brown, clean shaven rose bud. Bridget got on her knees just below his asshole. She worked the tip of her dildo into his asshole. While it went in easily enough, his asshole was already raw due to the fucking it had received from Heather, and he cried out with pain.

“Oh, dear. Are you going to be a sissy about it and squeal like a virgin being defiled by a big bad monster of a man?”

Keeping the tip of her dildo into her asshole, Bridget threw her body upon his, in effect body slamming him. Her large, soft body landed on him with a thud and Walter cried out in pain. She reached up, put her face upon his and inserted her thick tongue into his willing mouth. Mommy’s kisses always gave him pleasure, even with her stinking, foul breath.

Her tongue started roving all over the inside of his mouth. Just as the kiss was in full swing, she gave a mighty thrust and penetrated his asshole. Because of her lubrication, the dildo went in easily enough. However, the inside of his ass was already bruised, raw due to the way Heather had raped him, and he felt excruciating pain nonetheless.

Walter screamed into her mouth, but it simply came out as a whimper. Bridget established a kind of rhythm between her tongue and her dildo. She would thrust the dildo all the way in up to its base and at the same time shove her tongue deep down his throat. Then she would back up until just the tip of dildo stayed in his asshole and just the tip of her tongue stayed in his mouth, and thrust again. She also started transferring massive amounts of saliva into his mouth.

Walter was experiencing unspeakable agony and pure bliss at the same time. Finally, bliss won out, he circled Bridget’s bare, slick, sweaty back with his hands and clung to her tightly. Bridget smiled inwardly when she noticed that. That indicated his total submission to her. He was broken, his training was almost complete.

But as she was smiling to herself, Walter could feel her heave into his mouth. It was her reflux again. While Walter’s mouth was full of her tongue, he could taste the acrid, acidic taste of her vomit. He hoped he in turn did not heave in her mouth, that would have been disastrous, for him. He swallowed her vomit with difficulty.

Bridget on the other hand did not like the taste of her vomit; she simply transferred it into his mouth with her tongue, mixing it with generous amount of her spit, to dilute the taste.

All the while, she continued fucking him with increasing thrusts. She was now drenched in sweat, and Walter could feel her sweat and also smell it. He wasn’t sure if the experience was pleasurable to him or painful. He wanted it to end and at the same time continue it forever. He was feeling extreme pleasure, at the same time tears of pain were streaming down his cheeks.

Finally the thrusts turned into a frenzy and Walter could feel her building up her orgasm. His ass was taking such a pounding that he wondered if he will be able to shit again. Finally she achieved an earth shattering orgasm and she did several things at once.

She pressed a switch on her dildo and ejaculated deeply inside his ass. Walter could feel her ejaculate deep inside. At the same time, she messaged his prostrate with her dildo, bringing him also to a climax. She removed her tongue from his mouth, drooling mightily in his mouth and on his face. Then with a blood curdling yell, she bit into his neck, biting hard.

Walter screamed at the top of his voice as he could feel her teeth penetrate deep into his flesh. Bridget could taste the blood in her mouth. She removed the dildo from its harness, removed it from his asshole, dismounted from his body and promptly fell asleep besides him; Walter could already hear her snoring.

Walter gingerly touched the wound. It was not as bad as he thought, though he could feel the blood on his fingers. In days to come, she would bite him on the same spot again and again and a scar tissue would form there. But right now, it hurt like Hell.

However, overall Walter was quite happy, he had enjoyed the experience (unlike with Heather). He turned over and looked at her massive body. She was turned towards him and she was asleep, snoring softly. Walter could see some drool forming at the corner of her mouth. He reached over, licked the drool off and kissed her lightly on the cheek, so as not to wake her up.

He snuggled up to her, draping her thick arm over his body. He took her massive, flabby, sagging, sweaty breast in his hand and took her long nipple into his mouth. He snuggled up to her and started suckling at her breast, supremely happy. She instinctively pulled him closer to her, in her sleep. Soon he fell asleep.

Chapter 3 – Martha, The Grandmother

Two weeks later.

“Come in, mom.” Bridget opened the door to her mother, Martha. Martha was easily eighty years old. But where Bridget was full figured, obese, Martha was a wrinkled prune of a woman.

“Hello, dear.” They greeted each other. “What is this birthday present you have got me? I am dying to find out.”

“You will love it, mom. Tell me, what is one thing you haven’t had in many years?”

“There are many things I haven’t had in many years dear, at my age. A man for instance.”

“Well, you are going to have one today.”

“What? Be serious, who is going to want me at my age? And I certainly don’t want to pay for one of them escorts.”

“No mom, I am not talking of an escort. There is a man who is eager to please you, mainly because he is eager to please me. So he will do his best to please you.”

“Oh, one of your boy toys? Well, that is different.”

“Come with me, mom.”

She took Martha into the bedroom where Walter was lying on the bed. His feet were locked into cuffs by the headboard, exposing his asshole for assault. His hands were also cuffed to the headboard, rendering him immobile. His mouth was gagged with Bridget’s used panties. Her panties were too big for his mouth and more than half projected outside his mouth. She yanked the panties from his mouth. His jaws had started to hurt and he was grateful to her.

“Sissy, say hello to Grandma.”

“Hello, grandmother.”

“Hello, you little thing. And what is your name?”

Walter looked at Bridget. “He doesn’t have a name, it used to be Walter. Now he is just called baby or sissy. When I sell him to his new mommy, no doubt she will give him a name.”

She looked him over carefully. “He also doesn’t have any pubic hair, no hair in the underarms.”

“Well, I keep him clean shaven all the time; he has no hair anywhere on his body except the head. Again, babies don’t have any hair.”

“Now mom, get undressed, take off your clothes. I will get you started and then I will leave you two love bugs alone.”

But then Martha noticed something. “Why, he doesn’t have any teeth.”

“Well, the woman who is going to buy him wants a baby. Since babies don’t have teeth, she told me to remove his teeth. I did that ten days ago. She will be breastfeeding her baby and it will be particularly useful if he doesn’t have teeth. Then suckling at her breast becomes easy for him, more pleasurable for her. I also got dentures made for him, when his mommy wants him to have teeth.”

“Well, I don’t like that.”

“But what do you care? You don’t have teeth either.”

“That is different. I am 80 years old and I am proud of my age. But if I am going to have sex with a boy toy, I want him to be a young boy toy.” She walked over to his face and squeezed his cheeks painfully with her hand.

“He doesn’t look young. With no teeth, he simply looks like a pathetic old man. I don’t want to have sex with an 80 year old man. Please put some teeth into his mouth.”

“As you wish, mom. I didn’t want him to bite you with his teeth.”

“I can look after myself, don’t you worry.”

Bridget went to the dresser, opened one drawer and took out his teeth. She went to him, squeezed his cheeks with her fingers and inserted his teeth into his mouth.

“Better?”

Walter knew the question was not to him, but to her mother.

“Much better, thanks dear. Now he looks like a handsome young man. I really have to wonder about the taste of your customer, that she wants him all toothless.”

“Because she wants to breastfeed him. Cast your mind back. When you were suckling me on your breast, how would you have liked it if I had teeth?”

“Well, there is something in that.”

Martha was now fully undressed. Walter looked at her naked body with revulsion. She was wrinkled all over. Her breasts were just dried flaps of tissue, hanging over her stomach. He thought of his mommy’s (Bridget’s) breasts, succulent, big and pendulous and how he enjoyed suckling on them. He looked at Bridget and was proud to have a mommy like her. He just hoped Martha didn’t make him suckle at her breasts.

Bridget tied the strap on harness around Martha’s waist. She picked up one dildo (from many) from her side board and showed it to her mother.

“See this mom? This is two sided dildo. The smaller end goes inside you, like this.” She inserted it in Martha’s pussy. “The bigger end goes into sissy’s ass. As you are fucking him, the dildo inside stimulates you. You fuck him just the way dad used to fuck you, with increasing strokes. The more you fuck him, the more you will get stimulated and finally you will achieve orgasm.”

“OK, I think I got it.”

“Well then, enjoy yourself, mom. I will leave you two love birds alone.”

“But first” She walked over to Walter. She again squeezed his cheeks, this time quite painfully.

She hissed at him. “Now listen you piece of shit. That is my mom over there. You hurt her even a little bit, you give her the slightest amount of pain, and I promise you, I will repay you a thousand old. If you hurt my mom in any way, I will kill you and it will be slow, painful death. You won’t believe there can be that much pain in the world. Is that clear, you son a bitch, you nose rag, you gob of spit?”

Walter was now truly terrified. He could not control his bladder, and he found himself pissing on the bed. He simply looked up at her and nodded.

“That is good. If you want to live, you will do what mom tells you to and not hurt her in any way. Now open our mouth.”

When he opened his mouth wide, Bridget worked up large amount of spit in her mouth and spat a large gob of spit into his mouth. “Swallow it.”

As Walter hastened to swallow it, she started leaving the room. Then she noticed the wet bedsheet. She sniffed and said “Oh, shit. The bastard has wet his bed again. Give me a minute while I clean up the mess, mom.”

“Did he piss just now?” Martha wanted to know.

“Well, I scared him; I put the fear of torture into him. So he lost control of his bladder and he wet his bed.”

“What kind of man pisses because he is scared?”

“But he is not a man, I am turning him into a baby, remember? If he was a man, do you think he will let you rape him, as you are going to do? Babies don’t have good bladder control; they piss if they are scared. It was my fault really; I should not have scared him so bad.”

“No matter, I always cover the bed with a plastic sheet. So the bed is not messed up, just the sheet on top. Give me a minute.”

She simply yanked the wet bedsheet from under him, leaving the plastic one on the bed. She wiped the plastic off with a towel and put another bedsheet on top. She took out baby wipes and baby powder from the side table. She thoroughly wiped his ass and his penis.

 “How would you like him, mom? Should I put baby powder on him?”

“Sure, do that. He will smell sweet like a baby and I like that.”

Bridget sprinkled baby powder onto his ass and his penis area liberally. He was always clean shaven in his pubic area, so he had no hair down there, making it easy to clean him.

Finally Bridget was done. “Enjoy yourself, mom. Happy birthday.” She left the room.

Martha was looking at Walter hungrily. She slowly advanced towards him. Walter saw there were two thin streams of drool dribbling down the corners of her mouth. She lay down beside him and took his face in her thin, withered hands. Her face was full of wrinkles. She brought her thin lips to his and inserted her thin tongue into his mouth. Walter was used to Bridget’s thick tongue, it would fill his mouth. By contrast he could barely feel her thin tongue inside his mouth. As he started exploring his mouth with her tongue, it felt to Walter like a wet slimy worm invading his mouth and he had a feeling of nausea and revulsion.

He tried very hard not to throw up; he imagined Bridget’s tongue in his mouth. Just as he thought he could not hold off much longer, Martha was done and she withdrew from his mouth, spilling drool from her toothless mouth all over his face.

Since he was immobile, Martha put her shoulder on his chest, picked up one dried up, withered breast and brought it to his lips. He started to suckle on them. This was a sensation Martha had not experienced in years, and she had an orgasm shortly. She had hairy armpits (at her age, there was no need to shave them) and Walter could already smell her armpits, but as she orgasmed, she sweated a bit and he also could smell her sweat. While he could smell Bridget’s body odours when she dealt with him, he was attracted to her pheromones, so he did not find them repulsive. Martha’s odours on the other hand were totally repulsive.

But he had no choice. Even apart from the threat Bridget had issued him, he had no desire to get her mad at him, he loved his mommy and would do anything for her. Even let this disgusting creature do vile, despicable things to him.

While he was suckling at her breast, she inserted her finger into her pussy and stimulated herself to another orgasm. More sweat, this time dripping on his face from her forehead. Then she got up and sat down on his chest facing him.

The stink of her pussy was overpowering. She had sparse, curly, scraggly hair in her pussy, and it smelled of rotting fish. He couldn’t help but compare her to her daughter Bridget again; he found Bridget’s pussy fragrant. Anyway, he knew what was expected of him, and he stuck out his tongue and started licking. He licked up the small amount of her orgasmic discharge. When that was gone, her pussy tasted dry and bitter. But Walter kept licking. He inserted his tongue into her pussy and started giving it a vigorous workout. She was building toward a climax slowly. She started lifting her bottom and slapping down on his chest, and Walter could see her dried withered up breasts flap up and down and brush against her stomach. Finally she climaxed, ejaculating her frothy discharge into his mouth. This orgasm was the strongest yet. Martha could not control her bladder and pissed a small amount into his mouth. She also gave a fart. Of course her piss was bitter and acrid (not like the sweet piss of Bridget, who used sweetener in her food and her piss really was sweet).

Martha was by now panting with exertion and also sweating. The horrible stench of her sweat filled the room. However, she settled down and once again brought her withered pussy lips against his lips. He started licking her again.

After three more orgasms she was finally satisfied. “Now we will have some real fun.” She said, getting up from the bed. “I will be the man and you will be the women.” She further added, cackling, snapping a dildo into the harness she was already wearing.

Walter still had his hands and feet tied to the headboard, exposing his rosebud to assault. Martha got on the bed and kneeled below his exposed asshole. She pressed the tip of her dildo to his asshole and tried to insert it into his asshole. What about lubrication? Walter thought.

However, Martha did not think of lubrication. She continued inserting the tip of her dildo into his asshole and after a long time she succeeded. She was again sweating with exertion. Then she tried to fuck him, penetrate him with the dildo, but to no avail. It just wouldn’t move without any lubrication. After trying for a long time, Martha was getting frustrated.

“I don’t know if it is worth the effort to keep on trying.” She grumbled. “Bridget says it is a great feeling, great experience, but for me it only has been frustration and waste of time so far.” Walter started entertaining the hope that she may finally give up and leave him alone.

However, Martha decided to make one final effort. There were railings on the two sides of the bed. Holding on to the railings with both her hands, she grunted and thrust forwards with all the strength she could muster. The dildo finally slipped in all the way and she gave a loud fart in the process.

However, the angle was wrong. Both Heather and Bridget were experts at fucking men, and they knew how to penetrate a male asshole at the right angle. Martha didn’t. So the dildo went in at the wrong angle. That, combining with the fact that she had used no lubricant and the dildo brushed painfully against the ass tissue, it penetrated tearing up the tissue and flesh.

Walter screamed at the top of his voice. This hurt way more than any time Heather or Bridget had fucked him. The tissue damage resulted in profuse bleeding. However, the blood also acted as lubricant and now Martha found that she could slide the dildo in and out rather easily. As to Walter’s screaming, her daughter had told her that he may do that, and she ignored him.

She continued fucking him faster and faster, thus building the climax inside her pussy. She would slam the dildo totally into Walter, her pussy hair brushing against his buttocks, then withdraw until only the tip was inside the asshole and thrust again. In the process, some blood would spill onto the bed with each stroke, but by now Martha was too blind with lust to notice anything. She was building into sheer ecstasy, Bridget was right, this was an experience like never before.

She kept on fucking him faster and faster until with a loud yell she climaxed. She could feel her pussy juices spilling out around the dildo. She removed the dildo from his asshole and lay there besides him panting.

Walter was oblivious to all this, he was still screaming, bawling at the top of his voice. He did not know that there could be so much pain, so much agony in the world. His ass felt like it was on fire. He could also feel blood dripping from his asshole onto the bedsheet.

After long time, Martha finally came down from her high. Her orgasm was so strong that she had pissed liberally on the bed. She got up, unsnapped the dildo, removed it from inside her pussy and removed the harness. Then she noticed the pool of blood on the bed.

Bridget had invited her daughter to celebrate her mother’s birthday and they both were talking in the next room.

“This must be quite a change for grandma. Did you instruct her properly on how to fuck a man? A woman who does not know that can hurt a man real bad.”

“Well, she is an old woman, how bad can she hurt the baby? Let her enjoy it the way she wants it. If she likes it, I may let her play with my babies from time to time.”

They both could hear Walter screaming at the top of his voice and Heather remarked “well, it sounds like grandma sure is having fun, enjoying herself.”

“Well that is the important thing, dear. She has so few pleasures at her age, I thought I would do something nice for her.”

Just then they heard Martha’s high pitched, thin voice. “Bridget, come here, come quickly. Right now.”

Both of them got up and came running. “What happened, mom?”

Horrified, Martha pointed to the puddle of blood on the bed. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, Bridget. I broke your boy toy.”

Walter was still screaming at the top of his voce. Bridget got exasperated. “Oh, I can’t hear myself think with all that racket going on.”

She reached under her skirt and removed her panties. She turned them inside out. They were soaked with her pussy juices and drops of her piss. There was also a brown streak in the middle. There were also a couple of her pubic hair stuck to the panties. Bridget sniffed her panties and wrinkled her nose. She stuffed the panties into Walter’s mouth and packed them in as tightly as she could with her fingers. More than half still were left hanging outside his mouth, but his screams were now totally muffled.

“Now mom, tell me what happened.”

“I don’t know what happened, dear. I don’t even know when he started bleeding. I was fucking him, raping him, having a great time (you were right about that by the way). When I was finished, I noticed the pool of blood. I am sorry, so sorry. I broke your boy toy. When I was lying next to him afterwards, I also got soaked with it.” She displayed her blood soaked thighs.

“Stop saying you are sorry, mom. But I don’t understand it. Both I and Heather have raped him many times before, he never has bled so much. You did use lubrication, didn’t you?”

“Lubrication? Why?”

“Oh my God. Don’t’ tell me you fucked him without lubrication, you fucked him dry.”

“Well, you told me to fuck him like your daddy used to fuck me. He never used any lubrication, so it didn’t even occur to me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It slipped my mind. Anyway, right next to the array of dildos are all these lubrication tubes. Didn’t you wonder what they were there for?”

“I am so sorry, honey. Anyway, we both are at fault.”

Bridget came over to her and gave her a hug, taking care to stay clear of her thighs. “Forget it, mom. I don’t care who is at fault. Did you have a good time? That is important, the baby is nothing.”

“Yes, it was everything you said it would be, and more. But if you offer me another of your babies again, please no more ass fucking. Much as I enjoyed it, I don’t think I want to go through this harrowing experience again.”

“Let us not think about that, mom. The important thing is that you enjoyed yourself.”

“I hope I have not broken your toy beyond repair.”

“You let me worry about that. I am sure I can fix him. And if I cannot well, there are plenty more where that came from. But there is only one of you, mom. Anyway, happy birthday. Now go and get yourself cleaned up, take a shower. I will take you home.”

While Bridget was talking to her mother, Heather was examining Walter. As Martha went to take a shower, Bridget asked her.

“Well, what is the damage?”

“She has done some real damage to the baby, mom. I think his sphincter is broken.”

“What does that mean?”

“Here. Let me show you.” By now Walter had stopped bleeding. Heather parted his asshole with her hands.

“See? There is no elasticity to it, you can see right into his bowels. You cannot do that with a normal person, the sphincter closes tightly, it is very difficult to open. Here his asshole parts easily. In practical term what this means is that now he has absolutely no bowel control. As soon as shit is formed in the bowel, it will drop from his asshole. Grandmother really did a job on him. She must be stronger than she looks. He has become permanently incontinent. But perhaps an Internist can give you a better opinion, you should talk to Karen.”

“I will do that.” Bridget said, removing her panties from Walter’s mouth. By now they were washed clean by his saliva, the brown streak her pubic hair and the urine spots had disappeared. Walter’s screams were by now reduced to whimpers, but his face was drenched with his tears.

Epilogue:

Two weeks later Bridget was talking to Heather over the phone. “By the way, how is the baby mom? Any permanent damage?”

“I am afraid so, you were right. I talked to Karen and she said the same thing, the sphincter is broken. She talked to a surgeon, and surgery cannot fix it.”

“I am sorry to hear that. All that money you spent in training the baby wasted. Also all the time it took to do the training.”

“Well, not necessarily, I am thinking of an angle.”

“You are thinking of just not telling her?”

“I wouldn’t do that, dear. In my business, word of mouth is very important, that is the only advertisement I have, I can’t very well advertise in newspapers or on Internet. So I will never lie to a client or withhold information from her. You see, everything is in the marketing. Let me tell you a story.”

“This is before your time, mostly before mine as well. That was the time when there were no ball point pens, people used fountain pens. A paper manufacturer had just produced a large batch of paper. He wanted to make some notes, so he took a sheet from the stack and started to write. To his horror he found that he could not write, the ink spread on the paper as fast as he could write. He tried a second sheet, a third and fourth. The result was the same. Upon investigation, he found out that they forgot to add a critical ingredient during paper making. He was staring at financial ruin.”

“Then he had a brilliant idea, a masterstroke. Depending upon the type of ink used, it used to take up to half a minute for the ink to dry. If you accidentally brushed against it during that time, the ink would get smudged. This was a particular problem for important documents, which needed signature of the parties.”

“Well, he decided to market it as a magic paper, which dried the ink instantly. After writing, you put the magic paper on your written paper and pressed gently. The paper absorbed the excess ink instantly and your writing was dry. This innovation was hugely popular, hugely successful and thus the blotting paper was born. Whereas writing paper is sold in stacks of hundred or more, he could sell the blotting paper in packages of a dozen sheets, since the same sheet can be used again and again. He was able to charge premium prices for the blotting paper.”

“Well, you are welcome to be present when I hand over the merchandise to Dorothy to see how I try to convert the writing paper into blotting paper.”

“Thanks mom, I will be there.”

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“Hello, Dorothy. Come on in.” Dorothy was in her thirties, short, blond and on the plump side (though not as obese as Bridget). She looked like the quintessential mother figure.

“Hello Bridget” Dorothy greeted her. “Is the merchandise ready for delivery?”

“Everything is ready, but first we must have a little chat. How about a glass of white wine? By the way, this is Heather, my daughter.”

When they had all settled down, Bridget said to her “I sent you a PDF of detailed instructions as to caring and maintenance of the baby. Did you get a chance to look at them?”

“I read some of it, yes.”

“Well, you can read the rest when you go home. But I better go over the instructions for the initial period with you.”

“When you take the baby home, he is going to suffer from separation anxiety. He looks on me as his mommy, and when he sees that I am not around he probably will start crying. He may even cry for several hours.”

“Have you told him that I am to be his new mommy, that he is going home with me to make a new start?”

“Of course not, he is a baby for goodness sake. You should stop looking at him as an adult and start looking at him as a baby. He doesn’t need to know anything. His mommy looks after him, cares for him, takes him wherever she wants to go, and that should be enough.”

“Anyway, as I was saying, he may cry for several hours, a baby will do that when separated from his mother. He will need tender loving care in that time. Take him in your arms, cuddle him, kiss him all over his face, nurse him at your breast. Since you are going to breastfeed, that should help in bonding a lot. This phase may last up to 24 hours. Also, I suggest you don’t shower for 24 hours, let your pheromones build up. Pheromones will help the two of you in bonding.”

By 24 hours the bonding should be almost complete, and he will start looking at you as his mommy. Then next phase is critical. When he sees that he has a new mommy, he will try to test you, try to stretch the limits. This you must not permit. Within one or two days after bonding, make up some excuse (say he didn’t obey you even if he did) and give him the beating of his life. Did you see the video I sent you of the beating I gave him when he first came here?”

“Yes, I did. But it sounds so harsh, so cruel. I want to love my baby, not punish him.”

“And so you shall, but you are not dealing with a real baby here, nobody would treat a real baby like that. But it is important at an early stage to establish who is the boss, who is the master. You must impress upon him that you are the authority figure in his life, the only authority figure, and there will be consequences for disobeying you. But he will try to test you. I am old enough to be his mother, but you are only a few years older than him. So it is important for you to establish your authority as soon as possible. And don’t worry, such a beating probably will be necessary only once. After that spanking from time to time will be sufficient. Do you have any whips or canes or anything like that?”

“No, I don’t. I am not into pain.”

“Well, I see the belt you are wearing is quite sturdy and made of leather. That will do just fine, remove his clothes, tie him to the bed and thrash him soundly with your belt. In addition, if you have a dirty snicker or a dirty shoe, that can also be used, not so much for inflicting pain, but for humiliation.”

“Once you have thrashed him to within an inch of his life, take him in your arms, comfort him, console him, tell him you won’t have to beat him if he just obeys you all the time. Then take him to bed, use the strap-on on him, in a gentle, loving way. Make love to him as a gentleman would to a woman. After he has seen the fierce, pain inflicting side of you, let him see the loving, caring side of you. You will own him for life.”

“Thanks, Bridget. Oh, I almost forgot, I have hired a nanny for him. Shall I call her in? She is sitting in the car, today she is my chauffer. ” “By all means.”

Dorothy made a cell phone call. In a few minutes a big, fierce looking Russian woman walked into the room.

“Everybody, this is Katrina. She will be the nanny for the baby. She will look after him when I am away at work (Bridget knew that Dorothy was a high powered, high priced attorney).”

Katrina simply grunted. She was easily six feet tall and quite brawny. While she was not thin by any means, she was all muscle and no fat.

“Katrina does not like men. But she is a very loyal employee, I have had very good references for her.”

Bridget looked her over. “I think she would be just right for your baby. But if you have a nanny, you may have her administer the beating. She should be thoroughly mean, nasty and menacing. After she has finished with him, you then should take him in your arms and comfort him. The classic good cop bad cop routine. Also, it would help if you scold Katrina on a couple of occasions in front of the baby. While he will always be mortally afraid of Katrina, he will come to respect and admire you, for having power over such a fierce, nasty woman. Yes, I think it should work out very well, he will come to love you as his mommy within the month.”

“Thanks for all that, Bridget. Now about the baby?”

“Yes, the baby. Before I bring him out, let me tell you what I have done with him. I have had his teeth removed and dentures made for him, as per you instructions. His dentures are packed in the bag I will give you to take home. I did that a few weeks ago, so he is all healed by now. I have also packed his teeth in a plastic bag for you. You may hang them as ornaments above his crib, to remind him constantly of his degraded, humiliated, diminished status.”

“I removed all his facial hair by electrolysis. I started him on feminising hormones a few weeks ago, just enough so that facial hair don’t grow back, but not enough to prevent the erection again, as per your instructions. A side effect of this is that you will see two tiny breasts budding from his chest.”

“You will have to decide how much hormone treatment to give him. For that you will need to consult a doctor. Also, you are going to breastfeed him, but I doubt if you will produce enough milk for his daily nutritional requirements. For that also you will need to consult a doctor. Do you have a doctor who will provide you with discreet advice? If not,”

She produced a business card and wrote her name on the back. “This is the card of Doctor Karen Miller, she is an Internist. She is very good and very discreet. Show her my name I have written on the back and she will know I recommended you.”

Dorothy took the card from her. “Thanks dear, but I do have a nutritionist I consult. Also I have a doctor who will advise me on hormones. But a backup is always welcome.” She put the card in her purse.

“Now how strong is the baby? Can he struggle, will he try to escape? Should I keep him strapped down all the time?”

“Well, the psychological conditioning is very strong. He is totally dependent upon me to do everything for him, he is scared of the outside world, and he knows I am his only protector. So far he hasn’t made any attempt to escape. Plus total lack of exercise for the past three months have made his muscles totally devoid of tone and strength. He has not been on his feet for the past three months. I am not even sure if he can walk any more, he may fall down if he tries to stand on his feet.”

“You are fortunate in having somebody like Katrina here. If he has to be taken anywhere, let Katrina lift him. To put him in the car, put him back in the house, put him in the stroller (I understand you have a walled in garden where baby may be taken for a stroll) etc. At any rate, keep him off his feet.”

“Combine this with the fact that he has been poorly fed (but with proper nutrition), he is too weak to fight any adult. His arms are thin, soft and flabby. You probably could best him in a wrestling match. But more than that, he just doesn’t have the will to fight any more, it has been beaten and conditioned out of him. As to Katrina here, she could break him like a twig. But then Katrina could whoop the ass of any man as well.”

“So as long as somebody is with him, there is no need to keep him strapped down or chained. If you and Katrina must go away, I suggest you hire him a baby sitter. Even a teenage girl will do, she will be able to handle him physically. Contact me if you need any help. I know somebody who is reliable, discreet and firm. I use her myself. But if you are going to leave him alone without a baby sitter, I strongly suggest you strap him down securely or chain him into a closet or something. Not because he may escape, not much danger of that. But the poor dear may try to escape (or just simply wander off), bungle the attempt and hurt himself in the process.”

“What was he in his previous life anyway?”

“I think a Wall Street broker or some such thing. If you like, I could look into his file and tell you. Anyway, I think he has forgotten most of his pre Bridget life, due to conditioning. The only thing you need to know about him is that he doesn’t have any close relatives who will come enquiring after him, and that he is your ideal baby.”

“I think that finishes the discussion, unless you have any questions? No, then I will bring out the baby now. I have starved him for a full 24 hours now, he must be ravenous. This is a great bonding opportunity for you. I have trained him to suckle on a female breast. He has suckled quite a lot on my breast, and for the past week most of his nourishment I have given him from a baby bottle, where he has had to suck on the nipple.

Soon she came out again, with Walter following behind her. Bridget had tied his hands together at his back. She also had tied his feet together, so he was forced to crawl, slither on his belly.

“Just follow me, dear.” She said to Walter. She sat down beside him and turned his face towards her by holding his chin in her fingers. “I know you must be famished, dear. But this nice lady is going to feed you, it will be a feast. So thank the lady properly for her generosity, kiss both her feet.” Walter kissed the toes of both of Dorothy’s feet through her open sandals and looked up at her.

“Did the mean mommy bind baby’s hands and feet together?” Dorothy said as she reached down and untied the ropes on his hands and legs (Bridget had purposely bound him loose, so ropes could be untied easily). Bridget smiled to herself when she heard that. Now that he was going to bond with Dorothy, it was a good idea to sow doubts in his mind about Bridget by calling her mean.

“No matter, my poor baby must be starving.” Dorothy lifted him by inserting her hands into his armpits  and lay him down on the sofa, with his head in her lap. She bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

Dorothy unbuttoned her blouse, loosened it and took out a massive breast from her bra. Her aureoles were dark in colour, almost black, due to lactation. She pinched her nipple in her hand and tweaked it a few times. A small, pearly drop appeared at the tip of her nipple. She lifted his head, held his face in her hand and brought his lips close to her long, brown nipple. Walter could see the drop of milk on her tit. She brushed her nipple and the drop of milk at the tip on his lips. He did not need any encouragement. He took her nipple in his mouth and started sucking vigorously. Her milk was watery and didn’t have much taste. But he was famished and didn’t care.

“Bridget, his mouth feels divine with no teeth to bite me. One of my friends suggested to remove his teeth and that was a very good suggestion.” As he was suckling on her breast, with her other hand she rubbed her pussy and had a small orgasm.

“I have given him a mild sedative which should start working in about half an hour. That will make for a peaceful trip home.

“Dorothy, there is another thing I forgot to tell you, I have added an enhancement. Now, I did it without checking with you first, and if you don’t like it, I can get it fixed. I broke his anal sphincter. If you like it, you are welcome. No extra charge for you, of course. I did the enhancement without asking you.”

“What does that mean?” Dorothy sighed as she continued to be stimulated by Walter’s mouth working on her nipple.

“Well, that means that now he has absolutely no bowel control, in that respect he is like a newborn infant. He will shit almost continuously, a diaper is mandatory at all times. He is wearing one right now.”

“That sounds great. His food mostly will consist of my milk, and whatever else the nutritionist recommends. But most of his food will be in the liquid form, so his shit will be watery and won’t smell much. I won’t be changing any diapers anyway, that is Katrina’s job. But that makes him even more baby like and even more dependent upon me. I have heard people tell me that you do good work, and I agree. Thanks for the enhancement.”

“You may consider changing his diaper from time to time, as a mommy-baby bonding occasion. Perhaps you could turn it into a reward. If the baby has been particularly good, he gets his diaper changed by mommy, otherwise it is the mean old Katrina. Another advantage is that when you fuck him in the ass, there won’t be any resistance, the dildo will slip right in. Incidentally, I have also trained him in the art of pussy licking, he is quite an expert by now, you are in for a treat. Well, now to business. You know the terms. You have already paid 50%, 40% is due now, the rest a month from now (you have a month to inform me of any problems, after that the sale is final).”

“Oh, don’t bother me with business now. I am bonding with my baby, don’t disrupt the mommy-baby moment. Your check is in my purse, help yourself.” Dorothy said, pressing Walter even closer to her and kissing him again on his forehead.

Bridget opened Dorothy’s purse and took out a check book. The top check was made out to her. She tore it off, put the check book in the purse and closed it. She checked the amount on the check and said

“Congratulations, Dorothy. You have bought yourself a baby. Have you decided on a name yet?”

“Well, I have got a few in mind. I am holding a christening party next weekend. You are invited, both of you.”

“We will be delighted. Oh look, the baby is asleep. Have a safe trip home.”

After Dorothy had departed with Katrina and the baby, Heather said to Bridget “You handled that quite well, mom. She actually bought the line that you did it on purpose, as a favour to her.”

“And did you see how I implied that I ought to charge her extra for breaking his anus? I thought it all went very well. Another happy, satisfied customer.”

“Do you ever wonder what happens to the babies after they leave you?”

“Not really. I did run across a couple of my customers in a social setting a while ago. They both told me they still had the baby with them and they were quite happy with them. Other than that, I don’t keep in touch with my customers. What happens if a mommy just gets bored with her baby? Does she sell the baby to someone else, does she dispose of the baby? I don’t know, and I think it is best not to know.”

THE END