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It had been Freddy’s idea that Jenni should have her Daddy all to herself on her birthday. The thing is, she’s been getting enough alone time with him, especially since Freddy started that cat lady gig and tends to spend weeknights at home because her little mansion is in his neighborhood. He’s a workaholic and his design is quite ambitious: A work of art to complement her modern art collection and provide catwalks, tunnels, and napping places for many, many cats. His Instagram amuses his new family; he posts pictures every day of the work in progress, as well as the cats exploring it. It seems feline designer might become a new niche for his business.
It’s good for their unconventional relationship that the new boy keeps himself busy so that nothing will implode. It’s evident from the way Freddy looks at Mark that part of him would be happy to spend every minute with him. He himself has chosen to allow absence to make the heart grow fonder, which has reduced Mark’s stress about how he should approach the situation. It’s working, too; Mark’s crush on him is more obvious all the time. Jenni didn’t think it was right the three should not be together on their first Valentine’s Day as a trio; that meant more to her than another non-milestone birthday.
Mark just wanted everyone to be happy, himself included, so was delighted when Jenni asked him to tell his newer lover to join their Valentine’s plans. His new patron was happy to give him the day off to be with his boyfriend. When he looked surprised that she guessed correctly (about the gender, at least), she’d replied: “Since my cataract surgery, I can see everything. It’s fabulous. Your tag was sticking out the other day, my dear. ‘Mark’ is not a girl’s name.”
Freddy only removes his leather play collar to shower. He likes the secure feeling all the time, even (maybe especially) when he’s apart from his owner. Mark hadn’t intended this when he’d picked it up in a hurry, but was pleased to learn about it. He had been wondering.
* * * * *
Now, the three of them are on the train back to IDEAL for Jenni’s birthday present. Jenni sits on Daddy’s lap, with her stockinged legs draped over her brother’s lap. They occupy the end of the train car, which is not too crowded on a Wednesday afternoon. They are mindful not to be too obnoxious with the PDA, though Jenni’s aware she would have found it to be so just a couple of months ago. Looking objectively at the picture they make, she would have thought the three were immaturely showing off. Being lonely would have made the sight more irritating.
Mark and Freddy brush their lips against each other’s intermittently. Jenni’s hand rests lightly over Mark’s heart. She smiles peacefully at its steady beat. It was surely just a normal resting heart-rate, but she chose to interpret it as happiness.
“Well, I’m glad she was cool with you wearing a collar… that was given to you by a guy. Not everyone will be…”
“She’s a cosmopolitan woman.”
“I should get ya a better one. I mean, that one is meant for a dog, baby.”
“I don’t care at all.” Freddy plants another swift kiss on his owner. ‘Yes, this would be annoying as hell if I didn’t love them so much,’ Jenni thinks.
They arrive at their stop. It feels like she was just here and ages ago at the same time because so much has changed fast. It’s also a deceptive “global weirding” day like it’s already spring. The small girl walks between the men and must look like the child of a lovely gay couple.
IDEAL is all decked out for the holiday. “Somebody has a balloon fetish,” Mark quips. They had gone a little crazy with the red helium balloons. Today, Mark is the one in charge and approaches a sales girl to let her know they are here to see Evie. The look of disappointment on her face makes it clear the thought of serving him had nearly made her day. She calls back on an intercom and Evie comes out to greet them. She wears a flowing red sleeveless dress. The mass of her hair is piled on top of her head with a matching headband and tendrils hanging down in the style of ancient Rome.
She recognizes Jenni first and gives her a big smile. When she sees Freddy, she screams, much as Jenni had done the first time since his new look.
“Ahhh! What did you do?!” She rushes up to embrace him, then to get a good look.
“Is it bad?” he asks, knowing she’s honest.
“It’s perfect. Such a beautiful boy!” she exclaims, pinching his pink cheek. “And you must be Mark.”
“Yes, ma’am. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard nice things…” he stops himself, realizing he’s heard from his baby girl about the very nice things she did with Freddy.
“You make ‘ma’am’ sound good, you know that?” she laughs. “Come on back. Is Freek joining us?” she asks hopefully.
“Yes, ma’am. We want him there, if you don’t mind.”
“It’s perfect,” she repeats, taking Freddy’s arm. Mark and Jenni follow close behind. “You look beautiful, Evie. I like this style on you,” they hear him say. Mark trabzon escort glances down at his girl. His eyebrows are raised enough that his normally hooded eyes show extra dazzling blue. ‘Her?!’ they ask. Jenni nods rapidly. ‘Yes,’ she mouths. ‘Her.’ Mark’s expression goes from mild shock to pride in his unusual boy. Jenni knows that her Dom sees Evie as an elderly woman, but that his perception will change before this appointment is over.
In Evie’s room, Mark and Jenni sit on the table. Evie seats Freddy in her desk chair and takes the high, rolling one she uses to do her procedures. She rolls up to face Jenni.
“Do you want to let me take a look?” she asks nicely.
“Sure. Guess I was expecting that,” Jenni jokes. She unbuttons the smart shirt-dress she chose for the outing. Something about this particular desire for body modification didn’t fit with her childish personal style. That was too perverse, even for her.
Evie undoes the front hook of her bra to examine her breasts. “Huh,” is her curious response. “May I?” she asks before touching. Jenni says yes, then winces at the gentle touch.
“Are you really that sensitive or just nervous?”
“I’m a little jumpy. And kind of sore lately. I think my bras don’t fit right.”
“Well… you know that you’re pregnant, right?”
“That can’t be. I’m on the pill.”
“I hate to break it to you, but people get pregnant on the pill. That’s why the packaging says it’s 99.9% effective, not 100%.”
Jenni considers this information. “So, I still can’t get the saline infusion?”
Mark laughs incredulously. “Baby, she just said you’re knocked up and that’s what you’re worried about?”
“Maybe the implications haven’t hit me yet. I’m probably not… right?” All the indicators that she probably IS race through her mind.
“Mark, you should take a look. That color there. Is that usual?”
He examines Jenni’s areolae like he’s mixing paint on a palette. “No, that’s darker. These green veins weren’t here, either. How did I not notice this?”
“You’ve been exploring another body lately, Daddy,” Jenni states without emotion. “It made sense I’m getting fatter. I was malnourished and he’s been feeding me,” she explains to Evie, while she pats her tummy.
“So the belly is new, too?”
Jenni snorts like she’s been insulted. “I was going to do some sit-ups.”
“That won’t help with this. There is one sure tell, other than a test… when you get wet, is it all gooey like egg whites lately?”
Freddy stifles a laugh from his discreet spot a few feet away. “Sorry.”
“She’s always been like that,” Mark explains. “I don’t think we’d notice that. There is one thing, that probably means somethin’, though.”
Jenni covers her face. He’s referring to yesterday. Both Mark and Freddy were at work and she’d had hurried, one-sided phone sex with each of them more than once. When Mark got home at first she’d thought he was angry for bothering him too much. It wasn’t anger that made him carry her to the bed and throw her down rougher than he’d meant to. She’d just driven him half out of his mind with her insatiable neediness. He had her over and over like a crazed fiend until they were both free of the terrible spell that had caused them such frustration all day. Finally, when they were entangled, panting and covered in spit, sweat, her cum and his, and a little drawn blood, did he show his sweet side and praise her with kisses.
The camera was still on from Jenni’s last solo effort. Since the viewers had been commenting that they couldn’t wait for Mark to get home to such a horny girl, they surely thought it was a performance piece. It wasn’t. The desperation of the animal screams and struggle for relief was all real.
“I can’t believe that happened, ” Mark muses.
“I can. It sounds right for a pregnant woman who’s in love with her partner. So, how many times did you come before you could rest?”
“Before or after he got home?”
“Total.”
Jenni thinks about it. “Eight times, maybe?” she asks like she’s unsure of the right answer.
“That’s probably the hormones keeping you aroused. These boys are very sexy, but that seems unusual, doesn’t it?”
They agree with Evie, on both counts.
“I can still give you the infusion, if you want it. Since you’re already extra-sensitive, maybe you don’t. I understand. There is never any pressure in here; we’re friends.”
Jenni looks at Mark. “Is that safe, even if she is… pregnant? It’s up to her. I want her to have everything she wants.”
“It’s safe. She’s not lactating yet. That swelling is normal during early pregnancy.” She rolls the medical tray closer and shows them a big syringe. “I got this ready for you earlier. The fluid is the same as what’s naturally throughout your body. It goes into the pocket inside the breast where it hangs out for 24 hours until it’s absorbed and peed out. It doesn’t go into the veins. Hers are so easy to spot…” she says as she traces one of Jenni’s plant-like green veins visible through her uşak escort marshmallow flesh. “At any rate, I’m not trying to sell you on it. I do this because it’s a great experience for people who desire it, and I’m good at it. There are enough other modifications to do that I wouldn’t ever push anything dangerous to make money. You get that, right? Still, I’m not a medical doctor.”
“I trust you,” Jenni says.
“I do, too, just know I have to protect her. I had to ask,” Mark says, respectfully.
“Yes, you did.”
“You know Lucien Zavodny, right?”
“We go back, yeah. I’m a fan.”
“So, what does he think about this, as a doctor? Did he ever say anything?”
“We’ve talked about it. I know he would have told me if he thought it was unsafe because he knows I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt someone. Mostly he was just fascinated. Tom and Lu are not outlandishly kinky,” she says with a twinkle in her eyes.
Jenni and Mark grin that she calls him “Lu.” They must be fairly close friends.
“This place has been here a while. If anything bad ever happened to anyone, I bet it wouldn’t be,” Mark says. “It all looks good to me if that’s what she wants.”
Jenni truly does. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“That’s okay, baby. Happy birthday.”
Evie adjusts her table so that Jenni can lie back at a 45-degree angle. “Ready?”
“Yes! I want to.”
Evie swabs her skin with an antiseptic pad, then positions the syringe just above her areola. It stings going in, but Evie has a steady hand so it doesn’t wiggle around as she presses down on the plunger to inject the saline. She goes very slow. It hurts much less than having blood drawn, as she’s had to endure many times in her short life.
“Does it hurt?” Evie asks with real concern. This was a different kind of customer, not a pain-slut.
“It’s not the feel, it’s the medical smell that’s freaking me out.”
“Oh, we can fix that. Mark, can you go in that drawer and get the little amber-colored bottle?”
He lets go of Jenni’s hand and retrieves the unmarked bottle. “Put a tiny drop on that cute lip divet she has.”
He does this and Jenni’s eyes go wider. “It’s like a garden!”
“It’s real French lavender… and other things.” Jenni remembers this woman’s a witch.
The touch is lovely, too. When Evie extracts the needle, she massages to distribute the saline just right. It feels incredible, but Jenni doesn’t normally like a female touch. Her mother found ways to explore her developing body that felt sickening. Sometimes it was “an accident” during a hug, sometimes it was a deliberate exam she had to undergo.
She usually hates to even be close to people for this reason. She particularly hated certain human smells; her mother’s breath had stunk from gum disease and some kind of nonspecific internal rot that seemed to seep from her pores.
“Evie?”
“Yes, Jenni.”
“I know this sounds weird, but can you blow into my face?”
“Such a primate! Why?”
“I don’t really trust women. I got molested by one. I just want to be sure about you.”
Even leans down even closer and exhales a long, clean breath of fresh air.
“That was good. I could already tell by your energy. You’re different. Sorry I was sexist.”
“I’m sorry you had an awful mother. You’ll be a good one… you chose two big protectors already.”
“We don’t know that I am…”
“Yeah right. Let’s do the other side, okay?”
“Yes.”
Evie infuses her other breast to match. She hands her a mirror to admire herself.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just wanted it more… exaggerated.”
“You mean, stretched tight with shiny skin?”
“Yeah… that kind, sorry.”
Evie laughs. She looks up at Mark. “That okay with Daddy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I didn’t think you could handle it. I can give you more.” Jenni nods eagerly.
‘Happy birthday,’ Mark mouths as their eyes connect.
Jenni was at a swollen C cup when she arrived and Evie took her up to a large D.
As Evie inflates her more, she sees the signs. “Feels good?”
“Oh, nghhh…”
“Have the experience. Make the sounds. Go on.”
Jenni’s tits are so much bigger; round and full and approaching that obscene inflated look she privately desired.
She’s squirming under the weight and pressure of her infused breasts. Her curves are all perfect, but Evie keeps up the pleasure with her pure touch.
“Oh, god, I think I’m gonna come, like, in my tits!” she whispers. “Is that real?”
“Paralyzed women come in their tits, with the right lover. It’s unusual, but it’s real. And you’re hot all over…”
“Oh! Oh, please…” The little sub starts to babble and Evie asks Mark to help her.
“You mean, I can fuck her right now?”
Poor girl is writhing on the table.
“Now that you ask, there is something more I can do for her, If you’ll let me…”
“Shit, I think her tits will burst.”
“I can inflate her labia, too. Make her pussy into a lush Valentine’s van escort heart for you.”
“Nghh!”
“That means yes,” Mark interprets. “Will it feel good to her?”
“Very good, but it hurts more at first. She took this really well and she’s on the verge of orgasm. I think it’s a good idea… if you can wait.”
Mark is hard in his pants and so is Freddy, who has been filming this.
“Want that, too, baby?”
Her body rises off the table in assent. The size of her breasts is absurd on her narrow rib cage, but undeniably sexy at the same time. Evie’s taken her body to that liminal place between nature and fantasy; it lacks the spherical look of implants that makes sense in its strangeness. It looks more like she’s suffering some freakish but natural occurrence, and from the rise and fall of her rapid breathing, it’s a sweet suffering.
Mark looks down at his girl with fascination. “Do… do you like it?” she struggles to gasp out to him.
“Mm-hmm. Ya look like my 13-year-old self’s fantasies about what a woman looks like. I guess there are some images you never outgrow, just put away. The sight of ya like this… it does things to me.”
“Good,” Jenni sighs and pants her way through another pre-orgasm.
“I get hard when you’re helpless, you know that.”
Evie has another syringe ready for part two of Jenni’s present. She sees a flicker of something cross Mark’s face.
“It’s okay if you don’t like needles – most people don’t,” she says sympathetically. “Are you all right, Mark? We can get you a chair.”
“Nah, I’m comfortable. I’m a little too comfortable with needles. The sight of you injecting her and then her squirmin’ around all blissed out gives me that itch I ain’t felt in a long time. Not that I ever used a syringe that big.”
Jenni’s once again surprised by his openness. She realizes he doesn’t have secrets, just doesn’t dwell on the past because he’s been happy. They spend most of their time living in the moment, as they are right now. She squeezes his hand to show him how proud she is of him and so very grateful he survived.
This he can read in her dilated dark eyes. “I’m only addicted to you now, baby girl.”
She smiles, but wishes Freddy hadn’t heard that. Then again, surely he must know that Mark’s psychological need for her cuts deeper than his relationship with his boy, which so far seems based in innocent pleasure and excitement.
Mark takes Jenni’s panties off, leaving a trail of goo down her legs. She’s naked now, except for a pair of white stay-up stockings that give her a virginal look despite the hints of pregnancy that shape her body.
“Sorry!” she apologizes for the mess.
“That’s what gloves are for. I’m used to it, honey… and it’s partly my fault, I hope.” Evie had gone above and beyond what was required to give her ideal tits. “Slide down,” Evie says and puts her little feet in the metal stirrups. Mark is still holding her hand. “Is this bad for you?” she asks.
“Nope. You’re nice,” Jenni says, shades of little Jenni emerging. Mark just watches her closer, not intervening.
“Oh, that’s good. I wondered if shaving was required.”
The sub keeps her labia hairless, but above her slit, she’s almost natural, at her Daddy’s insistence. Like their paying customers, he does like to see her clearly, but without her looking like she’s never gone through puberty.
“Okay, ready? This goes faster. It won’t last as long as your breasts because it’s a different type of tissue.”
“Ready. I’m a baby, just ignore me if I make a big deal.”
“You know I can’t. What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
Evie laughs because that’s the safeword of everyone unconcerned about safewords. Mark shrugs. “She does say it. One time, at least…”
The needle slides into her outer lip and the rush of sensation as it fills out fast is enough to make her clench Mark’s hand hard. She shakes her head “No” before they ask if it’s too much. Evie moves on to the other side so that at least she will be symmetrical if she wants to stop.
“So, that’s about what I had in mind. Like it?” Evie asks Mark.
“Oh yes. How do you feel, baby?”
“More. I can have more, if it doesn’t look too weird.”
Evie has another syringe ready to go. By the time that one is spent, the girl’s body is alive all over with submissive stimulation. She’s very happy indeed with her present.
“Jesus,” Mark rasps. “Can Freddy get this on camera? Do ya mind that? It looks amazin’.”
“No! I don’t mind, no! It’s fine,” she whines.
Mark’s male sub was an asset to them in many ways, including his approach to pornography. His interest was blunt and Mark’s style was almost classical in comparison. When Freddy films their sex acts, there are lots of close-ups and even unflattering angles that belie his fascination with their bodies. Mark’s aesthetic style is romantic and protective; Freddy’s is curious and scientific.
Freddy stands between her legs in a way that reminds her of the last time they’d been in Evie’s room, but not as close. Still, her hips buck involuntarily like she’s about to be fucked. “Ohhh,” he says softly. He’s been through this procedure himself, but the look of it on the female he was once worried he wanted has a powerful effect.
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