Well, since it bothers some people, just know that this has futanari in it.

Mind, given the themes I explore in this chapter, I do believe that particular feature is the LEAST of worries.

So, remember what I said last time? That THE word for this piece was loving Masochism? I put the seeds for that in the first Chapter.

And in this one? In this one…I show you what has blossomed. These are the sights I have to show you.

(Kinks: Masochism, BDSM, Rubber Dolling, incest, pregnancy, Body transformation)

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“Right, so-” Desiré’s mother nervously began, “You are our slave now.”

“Huh-uh,” Desirée happily said as she divided the copies among themselves. One would go to her futa mother, another to her birth mother, another would go to the state and the last one would, technically, stay with her.

She put it in the briefcase that she had brought and closed, sure that this would be the last time she would ever see it.

“And we can do whatever we want, right?” Jean hesitated to say, but Desirée could hear the eagerness in her voice all the same.

In response, Desirée walked around the table and took her sire’s hand.

She raised it a foot from her face and smiled at her sire.

“Do it,” She told her as she let her hand go.

Again, Jean hesitated…but just for a second.

The next second a “slap” resounded as she struck her daughter in the face.

“See?” Desirée sighed contently as she put a loving hand on her now stinging cheek, “I could call the cops or the government and nothing would happen.”

“..holy shit,” Jean said as she stared at her hand. “Holy fucking shit. Like…fucking shit.”

She was trembling, sweat going down her brow as the reality of their situation finally settled in.

“We own you..” Shawna said with awe as she stared at her wife’s hand. Gingerly, she raised her own hand at her daughter and Desirée obediently presented her other cheek.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh sounded again and Shawna gasped as she withdrew her hand.

“It stings,” She giggled as she looked at the reddened flesh in her daughter’s cheek.

“It does!” Desirée giggled with her.

“…you know how we planned on one or maybe two children?” Jean casually mentioned to her wife.

“Ye-oh, I see what you mean!” Shawna responded as she blatantly and visibly oogled Desirée like a piece of meat. Desirée for her part flushed, but not with embarrassment; She could do with some incestual fucking but…no, not just yet.

This was, after all, far, far too mild for it to truly be heaven.

“Um, ma and ma, is that it though?” Desirée asked.

“What do you mean? We are going to knock you up year after year,” Jean eagerly said as her hand reached out and cupped Desirée’s face, “You’ll have your boyfriend, heck maybe someday he’ll be your husband, and your friends, but you’ll just be a baby factory to us.”

“And you know, a ‘stress relief’ bag too,” Shawna giggled again as she threw a slap at her daughter’s shoulder.

And that was good…but Desirée had gazed into her parent’s hungers and knew them to still be restrained.

“Yeah, ok but..” Desirée bit her lips as had to climb the next wall in her ideal life, “Don’t you want more?”

Her parents were quiet at that.

“…what do you mean more?” Jean reservedly asked, and Desirée had to roll her eyes at her futa mother trying to not scare her.

“Ok, it’s like this,” The 18 year old said, “You can’t sell me and you can’t profit off of me. I have to appear in public every 9 months for transparency’s sake, and I have to be able to communicate no matter what you do to me in case an inquiry is made by the state.”

“Other than that? Anything else can be signed away IF the right forms are made.” She said, “And I did just that. Given that I personally made this contract, no one will fight it.”

“So, knowing that you can do anything to me…what is the most depraved thing you can think of?” Desirée asked her parents.

They just stared at her for a few moments before they looked at each other.

“Anything?” Shawna asked as if she had heard wrong.

“Anything,” Desirée replied and, for the first and last time, hesitated, “…including death.”

Their parent’s breath stopped.

“Are you…are you sure honey? I was only exaggerating before, but-” Her sire said, concern deep in her voice.

“-There is an euthanasia clause in there,” Desirée gestured at the contract, “Made wide enough that if you stuck a knife in me right now…it would still hold in court.”

“Holy shit,” Her mother whispered as she put a hand to her mouth, “Honey…”

“I know,” Jean responded, putting a calming hand on her, “Desirée, love, we are not going to kill you.”

“I told you mom,” Desirée shook her head, “So long as you make it go-“

“No,” Jean said again, this time more firmly.

A part of Desirée was disappointed.

But another part was stocked by the authority that her futa mother now displayed over her.

“Okay,” Desirée agreed like an obedient slave.

“But then,” Desirée began again, “What is the worst thing you can think of?”

Long seconds stretched out as her parents fought with their emotions, the depravity they had long held in check finally struggling to break their chains.

“A prisoner,” Jean blurted out, “Someone who only exists in our basement. Someone we keep locked up.”

Desirée’s turned into an “O” as the concept of being locked up forever went through her mind.

It was so horrible that it made her pussy wet.

“I-in latex!” Shawna eagerly added, “Oh, we’ll dress you up and make you look good.”

“Not chains?” Jean asked.

“So dirty and ugly,” Her wife wiggled her nose, “No, we’ll make her a beautiful sexy prison!”

Now, this was starting to sound heavenly!

But still…

“Is that it?” Desirée asked again and her parents stopped once again.

“We..can make changes to her body,” Jean murmured, “Can’t we?”

“So long as I can still communicate somehow,” Desirée told her sire, “You can make any change.”

“But…how far can we go?” Shawna breathlessly asked.

Instead of answering, Desirée grabbed a near by knife.

And sliced a part of her hair off.

“Pretty far,” She answered as she showed them her locks of hair.

“Hoooooly shiiit,” Her mother moaned as she shook and Desirée smiled as she was pretty sure she made her cum.

“How about…feeding you?” Jean asked and Desirée blinked at her sire. This might be the first time that she did not know where she was going.

“I mean, so long as I don’t die it won’t be a problem,” Desirée said, “So I can’t see how there are many restrictions there.”

“Well, I don’t want to kill you” Jean replied, “But the thought of someone living off of…us is something of a fantasy of mine.”

And here it was Desirée’s turn to shutter as she felt an orgasm go through her spine, finally understanding what her parents where getting at!

“Yes!” She moaned, “Yes, that too!”

“Hmmm, I’ll have to pull some strings,” Jean murmured.

“So it can be done?” Shawna hopefully asked.

“I think so yes,” Jean nodded.

“In that case…how about lengthening her tongue?” Shawna demurred as she looked at her daughter as if she were a thing.

“Why wo-oh, I see it too,” Jean said as she joined her wife.

Desirée didn’t, but the wondered of being changed without having a choice just lengthened her orgasm.

“Look, look, we don’t have you decide everything now, right?” Jean shook her head as she took control of herself.

“W-well, no.” Desirée responded as she recovered, “We can do things as we go, I guess.”

“Good,” Jean decided, “I am going to go to the courthouse first thing in the morning and turn these papers in.”

“Huh-uh,” Shawna happily nodded along.

“And…we’ll ask you before we do anything, ok honey?” Jean told Desirée, “I want you to know that you can say “no” at any time, alright?”

“I get it mom,” Desirée sighed as she waved her away.

“Good,” Jean grunted as a wide smile sprouted on her face, “In that case…you are going to sleep in the foot of our bed tonight.”

“Y-yes mistress!” Desirée’s lips trembled as she, what, knelt? Is that what sex slaves were supposed to do?

“Mom…or father is apt,” Jean sternly told her.

“Y-es…father,” Desirée said again and her parents smiled at her as if she were a favored pet.

“Hey Desirée what’s…what did you do to your hair?” Samantha asked the first time she saw her.

Many people had been staring at her ever since she came into the college, but Samantha was the first to voice a question they all had.

“It’s gone now,” Desirée chirped and, indeed, all of her blonde curls had been shaven off by her birth mother over the weekend. All that remained was her smooth scalp.

Honestly, given how badly she had mangled her own hair with her demonstration, they had done her a favor.

“Ok, I guess what I really want to ask is ‘why’?” Samantha grumbled.

Before she could answer April came around the hallway.

“Hey guys, I hear people talking about Desirée an-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR?” April, the usually quiet and reserved girl, shrieked as she pointed at Desirée’s scalp.

“Got rid of it,” Desirée happily told her as she ran a hand through the now featureless skin.

“…are you sick Desirée?” April asked, “I-is that chemo for cancer or something like that?”

“Not at all,” Desirée denied, “I am just going through some changes in my life and…this is one of them.”

Her friends looked as if they wanted to question it further but that was when her boyfriend got there.

“Hey babe, heard people talking abo-what happened to your hair?” Joe hissed when he saw her, “D-did someone do this to you? Did you have an accident?”

Desirée just laughed.

“Just a change,” She said as she turned around and let him see her from different angles, “Does it really look that bad?”

“Not…really,” Joe grumbled, “You’re pretty with or without hair, but..it’s such a shock, you know?”

“Isn’t it!” Desirée giggled as the college bell sounded, “Come on, class is starting!”

Her boyfriend and friends stared at her as she went. And that was just because of the hair on her head!

What would they say when she got her eyebrows shaved off? She, after all, had to lose every single follicle to be ready to be her parent’s slave~

“Babe, are you okay?” Her boyfriend asked as Desirée lurched and almost threw up.

It had been a few days since she got her head shaved. Her mother actually ran a razor through her head daily to keep it smooth, but it would have taken many days for a “shadow” to begin forming on her scalp. All the same, the people in her social circle had started to get used to it.

“I am ok Joe,” Desirée calmly said as she padded his hand. Honestly, she’d had more then a few sick mornings ever since she found out about her deliciously incestual pregnancy, but…this wasn’t that.

“How can she be when she is eating that?” Samantha crinkled her nose as Desirée had almost finished the nondescript jar of mush she had brought.

Samantha had no way of knowing how right she was.

“Desirée, if you are sick, please just tell us,” April, not for the first time, said with frustration.

“I am telling you, this is for my new diet,” Desirée insisted as she forced the vomit down her throat.

And took another spoonful of the mush.

“You are already rail thin!” Samantha said, “Get any thinner and you’ll disappear into the air!”

“I wouldn’t mind if you picked up some weight, babe,” Joe sheepishly agreed with them.

But of course, Desirée couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t live in the agonizing paradise that her parents promised if she could only process ordinary people food.

“I’ll be picking some weight up in a bit,” Desirée sighed. It was true too; She was gonna begin showing her pregnancy soon enough, “But right now I need this.”

“…if you say so Desirée,” Samantha, not for the first time, gave up.

Desirée smiled at her.

She would miss them when she was gone.

There were a few things that kept her from being imprisoned in her latex haven right away, among which was the fact that her body wasn’t prepared for it.

The mush that she was eating was an experimental pharmaceutical mix that her sire had somehow gotten through her connections to change how her stomach…digested things.

It meant that she would not be able to eat certain foods in time but, in exchange, her stomach would be able to live off of the produce of…her parents.

Her sire, point in fact, was going through some changes of her own to make sure that Desirée would have enough to eat once…she was gone.

She had to wait for a month for her stomach fauna to change to the correct mixture, but…she was patient.

She had the rest of her life to look forward to after all!

“Hey, um, was your tongue always that long?” Her boyfriend asked one day as they were eating out.

No one even noticed her lack of hair anymore. Which was a little bit disappointing as Desirée had come to enjoy the stares. Maybe it was time to come in without her eyebrows?

“Yeah, why’d you hold out on a party trick like that on us?” Samantha asked beside her.

“What?” Desirée asked as she stopped eating her ice cream.

“I mean, when is that relevant?” April for once came to her defense.

“I mean, we’ve eaten ice cream together before, I swear I would have noticed by now,” Samantha grumbled as she ate her own ice cream.

It was a few weeks now and the other change that her parents were having her body go through was just starting to show.

Which was, in this case, to have her tongue grow.

The same pharmaceutical companies that had supplied her sire with the mush to change the way her stomach digested, had enrolled the new slave in a “human trial” program to try a new drug meant to effect some changes.

In this case to lengthen her tongue.

Already it was twice as large as a ordinary tongue, with her range of taste extending to match!

Oh, the world was so much more delicious than she wondered!

“Well, I mean, it’s not something that usually comes up,” Desirée shrugged and then turned to her boyfriend, “And you don’t usually like head, soooo…”

“Enough!” Joe blushed as he put a hand over her mouth, “they don’t need to know any of that!”

“On the contrary, that sounds really relevant to our lives,” Samantha seriously said as she leaned over, “I mean, I know Joe can be surprisingly prudish, but not liking head?”

“And you are almost as much of a freak as Desirée is!” Joe accused Samantha, who only giggled in response.

Oh if only they knew…

Today was a big day.

Not her last day, to be fair…but it was a big day all the same.

Her stomach had changed to the point that she found it difficult to eat wild game and all but impossible to eat beans. In exchange…

“Oh man, I almost didn’t have time, so thank your mother for this,” Jean told her as she put a plate chock full of a creamy white substance in front of her.

“Oh please, the thought of feeding our daughter still hasn’t stopped exciting you,” Shawna chidded her as she cleaned her hands, getting white goops off of them.

Desirée leaned down.

And shuttered as she took a big whiff of the warm “porridge” in front of her.

Spoon in her, she went to town on it.

“I swear, I hope that medicine really works well, because I am going to need to make a whole lot more of that to keep you and our baby fed,” Jean grumbled as she adjusted her pants and made her cock inside of it comfortable.

“It tastes so goooood!” Desirée moaned as she chewed through the white mud, her teeth gnashing billions of tiny sperm cells as she did.

“I still say it’s unnecessary,” Shawna said, “Futa semen only gets thicker and more plentiful with age, no?”

“I had to be sure honey,” Jean grumbled but kind of trailed off as she was transfixed at her daughter chowing down on her ejaculate, “I..had to be sure…yes.”

Semen, by itself, didn’t usually have a lot of energy. It was full of long strings of proteins and enzymes meant to keep sperm alive, as well as sugars to give them energy to make it to an ovum, but it’s nutritional value was not inherently high.

Normally.

Desirée’s stomach had by this point changed to the point that it could squeeze out every single bit of nutritional value out of it and, indeed, make some extra ones while it was at it. Her stomach bacteria could take the broken down testicle draught and basically exchange it for all the nutrients a human needed to be alive. It’s just that it needed a whole lot of it to do that.

Luckily, as an older futa, Jean was capable of making really thick and super dense semen. Along with the medicine she had been taking? She was now a veritable “yogurt” factory.

“Hmmm,” Desirée moaned as she scooped out the last bit that she could with her spoon. However, it was so delicious that she put it down.

And extended her tongue to lick it clean.

At almost a foot and a half in length, Desirée’s tongue rendered her cum plate clean as she dragged the last bits of jizz into her mouth. Her body had changed to facilitate having such a large appendage, and the teenager didn’t know how she had lived without such an organ until now.

There were so many different dimensions to her futa father’s jizz, that it tasted better than a buffet to her.

But then, that could just be the changes to her stomach talking. Either way, she was making good use of it.

“Alright, you…ready now hon?” Jean asked her daughter with some trepidation mixed with her eagerness. This…would be the first test of…whatever relationship is it that they had now.

“Am I!” Desirée said as put her plate down and got up.

“Actually, hold up a bit,” Shawna said from inside the kitchen, “This thing still isn’t red hot.”

“Really dear?” Jean sighed.

“Listen, if we had a gas stove this wouldn’t be a problem, but nooo you are the one that insisted on having everything be electrical!” Shawna grumbled from over the kitchen.

“Wives, I swear,” The wife of her birth mother grumbled, “Let’s just wait a bit.”

Jean walked over to the table and, out of seeming whimsy, grabbed a little that had just arrived.

It was from the government, one acknowledging the slave contract that Desirée was now under. While the thing had been effective since the day they had signed it, Desirée only really stopped being a person as of…today.

“Ok, I don’t think it’s going to get any more brighter than this,” Shawna announced from the kitchen a few moments after and Jean and Desirée stopped what they were doing.

“Well, hurry up,” Jean eagerly said as both her and her daughter stood in the middle of the dining room.

Just in time for Shawna to come in with a hot branding iron in hand.

“Now honey,” Jean put a hand on Desirée’s shoulder as she eagerly raised her sleeping shirt, revealing her naked stomach, “Are you sure about this?”

“Mom,” Desirée seriously said, “I’ve been dreaming about this for about a month now. Please mark me.”

Jean stared at her daughter for a few seconds before gesturing at Shawna with her hand.

“Remember dear,” Jean repeated herself as she got handed the red hot branding iron, “We love you.”

And then she pressed the red-hot branding iron against Desirée’s stomach.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Desirée screamed as her skin was braised. The layers upon layers of skin cells that made up the area around her belly button had all their moisture evaporated as a layer of fat below her skin bubbled up. Her stomach, which previously had abs, had a small bump now significating the developing incestual child she was now carrying. The branding iron that was encircling her belly button had been costume made, commissioned to have her parents initials along with the indications that indicated that she was now their property.

The nerve cells in her stomach burned along with her skin, dying as the “hiss” of liquids and lips burning under the poker sounded.