Copyright February 2006 by the pseudonym ‘Alex Streuth’
Streuthanasia@gmail.com
Disclaimer: This story contains
explicit pornographic material. If you
are not a legal adult you may not read it.
The following story has content that involves the following: M/f, pettification,
objectification, body modification, coerced, reluctant, forced, bimbofication, oral, f/f, huge tits, huge lips, drool and some
mess
(Oh Alex, Alex, how does your Garden Grow?)
Chapter 1--Breakup
“Gloria, I love you, and I
just don’t see what the problem is.”
“John, this just isn’t
working out for me anymore. Maybe I was
attracted to you once, in love with you for a little bit, but, everything just
moved so fast and I don’t know how we got here.
I’m not trying to make this personal but, I think I want a divorce.”
“What, honey, you’ve got to
be kidding me. No, don’t say another
word, this is ludicrous, just relax, let me take you out, we’ll have dinner.”
“John,
there was a time when I’d have let you done that, but, not right now, I’m
tired, I’m tired of all of this. I just
want to be by myself, I need some time to myself, and, we just weren’t meant
for each other.”
“Gloria, what are you saying!
Don’t you
love me, don’t you, what about our plans for the future? Why now, I don’t understand any of this. One moment everything’s fine, this is coming
from nowhere.”
“John, John, relax. Relax…
Look, let’s just have a clean break ok?
I’ll take my stuff and I’ll call you in a couple days to discuss our
settlement.”
“Settlement?”
Gloria smiled, weakly, “Just
a little something to help me out, once I’m on my own.”
“You mean money?! You want my money, is that what this is all
about?”
“Frankly John what this is
about is all of those women you slept with.”
“Wh-wh-what?!
What are you talking about, women? Gloria I have been completely faithful to
you, devoted, adoring, doting, you are, you were . . . everything to me . . .” John felt crushed, and wondered briefly just
how much money she was talking about.
“Well, whether what you say
about being faithful is true or not, that’s not going to matter in court, where
the judge will here all about your philandering.”
“This is ridiculous. Gloria I trusted you, what did I ever do to
you to deserve such treatment.”
Gloria managed a slightly
more cunning smile, “Why John, whatever do you
mean? I’m just getting what’s required
for a woman to support herself in a man’s world.”
“This makes me sick, all this
talk. I wish I’d never met you. Just go, I don’t want to see you again, I
loved you so much. I need to sit
down.” John clutched his chest, frowning
and dismissing Gloria with his hand.
“John, honey, we’re not
through. You’ll hear from my lawyers
tomorrow.”
“God, that bitch,”
John thought as he hung his head in his hands.
Well, after a few moments he collected himself. It hurt but he had known that this might
happen. He had decided to trust Gloria,
her charm and her love had seemed so genuine.
He had foregone a prenup in favor of a warmer,
more intimate relationship. She had
promised herself to him and he had accepted her without reservation.
It seemed now that she had
perhaps been planning this all along, who was to know. There was no way he could really be sure, but
it didn’t really matter now if she had ever been sincere. What mattered now was damage control:
He only hoped that the remedy
to his problem would end up costing him less than if Gloria hadn’t gotten a
lawyer; As John well knew, Mr. Streuth’s
services could be damned expensive!
The really odd part about it
was, how had Gloria ever found out about those other women, surely she had to
be bluffing, I mean, after all, he kept them so well hidden!
“Yes, that must be it,” he
thought, “she was just bluffing.” There
was no way she had actually found out about his bundled beauties. That thought reminded him though, that if
there’s one way to get your mind off an old flame that way is to renew an old
acquaintance.
John strode over to his
rolodex and began looking up Streuth’s number. As he did he flipped a switch hidden under
the desk’s lip and revealed a secret slide-away panel just below. Zipping his fly down he loosed his throbbing
rob from his pants and gave it a few pumps to test its virility. Smiling, he opened the little hatch to reveal
a squirming pussy, the owner of which was carefully encased in the desk
itself. He knew that she could feel the
air on her privates, and, knowing that he was nearby and paying her attention
she tried to grovel as best she could with the only part of her he interacted
with:
The pussy below squirmed and
pleaded for attention, trying its best to squeeze and whimper pitifully. John smiled, he
could always count on these girls to want him, no matter the
circumstances. They weren’t fickle or
greedy. “Yes,” he thought as he plunged
his hard cock into the moist channel below, “these girls are a lot more
reliable way of getting female companionship than Gloria ever was.”
He bucked steadily into his
muse, letting her groveling cunt practically massage
the warm shooting cum from his balls. He
put his hands down on the desk after it was over and rested, spent. He wiped the sweat from his brow and then
placed the call.
--
“Hello.”
“Alex, this is John Thompson,
I have a job for you.”
“Send the details to my digital
box please.”
“Done.
This order has
to be filled soon, to avoid complications, and, it has to be completed
discreetly.”
“Always.”
--
Alex hung up the phone and
then crouched forward in his chair, perusing the details of the order and rummaging
through the satchel on the floor.
“Gloria, floria, flowery, fluid, flowing,
glowing, Gloria.” Alex said in lyrical fashion. He ruminated as he continued to unpack small
items from the bag.
He had set up shop in a dusty
deserted town in the
The sweeper team had been out
securing the surrounds with small couplings of electronics, which would serve
as a perimeter. Anyone coming in or out
would have their location, direction, and velocity detected.
His last locale had been, and
still was, a happy, teeming town, a well-watered and nurtured environment for
its inhabitants to relax and enjoy life in.
It was, Alex decided, now fully mature.
So he was ready to move on, make a place of his own: What he wanted now, here, was to take a seed,
an idea, this place, this dusty, dry environment, and water it, make it grow
green and lush with the young seedlings he would soon plant.
“Gloria, floria, fauna, flora, Flora, now that’s a nice name.”
The buds would
be arriving shortly, young nubile women all, each hand-picked and ready to
flourish, under the nourishing and expert care of a ‘gardener’ . . . Alex made a moue, amused at his own almost-voiced
bad pun: “Just give me a hoe,” he said,
to nobody in particular.
Chapter 2—Wake-up
“John, Alex, everything went
swimmingly, if everything stays set we should have your product to you in a few
months. . . Uh huh, yup, okay, I’ll keep
you posted, bye.”
--
“Wake up, wake up sweety. Its alright,
you’re safe now.” Alex roused Gloria
from her post-op surgeries kindly.
Gloria sat up, stretched, and
yawned. She leaned to the side and
cracked her back. She blinked,
she looked at the strange man who stood beside her. She looked around the room. She looked down at herself.
Her eyes were wide, serene,
almond-shaped and bright. They looked
innocent and inquisitive, as though she were yearning for an adult to fill her
childish mind with the answer she was looking for. Her hair was short, cropped, delicately
draped across her brow, tied in a bow, neat, feminine,
dark-black and severely matted down to her skull with layers of mousse. When she turned her head her hair did not
move. The pink bow atop it wobbled
slightly, but her hair was plated to her skull, like a helmet. The bangs were done in a slick curve to make
a little dip down to stab across her forehead.
Her lips were big and puffy,
still slightly swollen from surgery but more voluminous than before. Her mouth occupied the lower half of her
face, bulging out in large fish-lips which, at this moment and forever, would
be open and leaking saliva like a faucet.
Her tongue jumped around in her mouth like a fish flapping in a pool of
water.
Her nose had been reduced,
giving her only the very tiniest, cutest, of button noses. She could breathe very slightly through it,
and did most of her breathing through her mouth. As she breathed she slurped up the goo that oozed out of her face, the continuously dripping
saliva that provided her main way of expressing herself to those around
her. As Alex watched, a bright dollop
dripped down off her lower chin and then splashed, ever so effeminately, upon
her engorged cleavage.
“
Ahh
, isn’t that adorable,”
Alex said. The tone in his voice
expressed a mild fawning glow, and Gloria smiled up at him, the way babies do
when their parents fawn over them.
“She’s so cute, yes she is.” Alex
grabbed one of her puffy cheeks and gave it a squeeze. Gloria’s head pulled in the direction he
tugged, and then, now off-balance, and with little concern on the face of its
owner, her head lolled to the side, as gravity pulled it down. Alex stood up and then guided her head back
to a more balanced position. He admired
her like a hanging picture, trying to get the angle just right so that it
wasn’t crooked.
After a couple of tries he
finally got it to straighten out. He
looked up toward the ceiling as he turned sideways and fumbled around behind
her head with his right hand. He found
what he was looking for and swung the brace down. Tucked into her hair was a neck brace, a
metal flange used for steadying her head, like a kickstand on a bicycle. He swung it down and then stood back to watch
her face.
Her bright, big eyes gazed up
at him, wondering who he was and what he was doing. Gloria didn’t know what was going on, but she
didn’t mind. In fact, everything just
felt warm and good right now. Her body
felt numb and tingly all over and her head didn’t want to do anything but just
loll about and play dumb.
Beneath her neck her
shoulders swung out to the sides, still dainty and feminine as before. Beneath them a gargantuan pair of whopping
melons had grown proudly. They were
vine-ripe watermelons ready for harvest and they swung on the vine, undulating
with pride with their fullness and weight.
Alex gave one a playful slap and watched as the struck mass caused
Gloria’s body to tip to the side, before teetering back to the right again and
then slowly coming to rest. The two
beautiful udders continued to jiggle for a moment more before slowing to rest
as well.
Alex brought out a toy duck
from his pocket and showed it to Gloria.
She giggled in delight and then watched as Alex stuck it into her mouth
to wet it and then brought it back out.
She didn’t know where it had been, it had disappeared, so when it
reappeared magically (when Alex removed it from her mouth) she clapped
excitedly.
Alex winked at her and then
brought out a small basin-like contraption.
He draped the contraption over her mounds, resting the curved base on
her straight breast flesh, admiring how the fullness and swell of the mammories
fit the device perfectly. Inside the
rectangular marquee was a level, and Alex watched the fluid inside it as he
nudged the covering a bit to settle it.
When it was eventually fit snug and balanced on her tits he put the duck
into the small basin, watching as the saliva which dripped down from Gloria’s
mouth filled the bowl.
She watched with an
especially open mouth as she was in awe of this magical scene, she was
transfixed as this water appeared out of nowhere, dripping down and filling up
this wonderful little toy ocean which rested marvelously on her tit-stage. She clapped again and Alex had to grab her
hands and then shake his head “no” to keep her form from upsetting the
model. She gummed her lower lip in
shame.
Her teeth had been removed
and ground up into a bone powder, before being recast around her feet to create
the casing for her cloven hooves. She
had not noticed them because she had not yet stood up, instead she was sitting
in bed, watching the show Alex was putting on. . .
her.
Next Alex added a small toy
boat, drawing it out of his pocket and amazing the easily astounded Gloria once
again (she loved all this magic, things appearing out of nowhere.) For his next trick Alex took a piece of gum
out of his pocket. Gloria’s eyes opened
wide in astonishment as it appeared from nowhere as well. He then put it behind his back and then
showed her his hand, it had vanished!
She went ecstatic and blurbled a whole slew of
water from her mouth down into the ocean below.
Alex watched to see how the miniature ocean was doing. It was almost full. He nodded and then caused the piece of gum to
appear magically from his other hand (which had also been behind his back when
he had made it ‘disappear.’)
Gloria’s tits caused the boat
to rock and the little ducky to slosh around as she applauded The Amazing Alex.
Alex smiled down at her and
then made the gum disappear into his mouth.
Gloria was speechless. And then
he chewed a bit and, Gloria watched, mesmerized, as he opened his mouth and
showed her it was all gone. She peered
wide-eyed into his mouth. He put his
hand out to keep her head from leaning too far forward and upsetting the tiny
ocean below.
For his next trick he turned
the gum, after sucking in some air and blowing, into a bubble in the same
texture and color. It was like he had
performed real magic! Gloria giggled in
delight. Alex smiled and patted her on
the head. He held the gum bubble out on
his finger as though it were a precious object, and then entrusted it to
Gloria, who, in her naivette, had leaned forward a
tad to get a better look at the thing.
Alex had to shove the bubble into the ‘O’ her mouth had made in its
amazement and then continue to push, once inside her mouth, to get her head
straight as quickly as he could. . . The
ocean had only lost a little water.
Gloria hiccupped, and the gum emerged from the back of her throat where
it had been shoved, to then flop about with her tongue. She tasted Alex’s spit and the little bit of
flavor left in the gum and she smiled.
She couldn’t get her mouth to
close though; her jaw had been ‘corrected’ to keep her mouth permanently
open. All that she could to do feign her
mouth closing was to wiggle her enlarged fish-lips slightly. She tried to keep the gum in her mouth but
the next time she leaned forward a bit to look down at the toy ocean it slipped
out on a wave of drool: it slipped over
her lower lip and flowed down with her saliva into the basin on her
breasts. It sank a bit and stuck to the
duck. The toy boat wobbled a bit at this
displacement but was otherwise unmoved by this new addition; it knew that it
was still undisputed king of the sea.
After a few moments of
thinking, Gloria decided that maybe she could reach out and rescue the gum. She furrowed her brow in thought and then
decided that she could use her arm to do this.
She thought about where her arm was, her limbs felt detached from her,
and then, with a Herculean amount of willpower she managed to get her arm to
flop up onto her leg. She frowned at it
as best she could; it didn’t look up to the task.
Her arms had become frailer
since she had last been awake. They were
softer and daintier, looking almost like a piece of wrapped cloth then a human
limb. She flopped
it about on her leg a bit more before deciding to try the other one. The soft lace and lavender satin did make her
arm look pretty though, and she admired how it looked hanging by her side.
Actually, looking down the
side of her one could see that her arms filled in a nice matching pattern of
stripes and accents that her frilly lace dress made as it swirled up her
sides. She noticed this as she looked in
the mirror Alex was wheeling up beside her.
She stared, mesmerized by the beauty of the pattern, admiring how much
better it looked when her arm remained still and the pattern could be
complete. In fact, when her arm was
completely at rest the lacey pattern that ran down the cloth over her hand
blended in completely with the decoration on the sides of her dress, as though
disappearing in camouflage. It looked
much nicer that way, she decided, and let her hand lay limp at her side.
Being not very quick-witted
right now she then decided to try the other hand. She had gotten it up a bit and had started to
dawdle around with her fingers in the saliva pool between her breasts. She got the gum between two fingers and then
didn’t know what to do with it. She didn’t
want to put it back in her mouth though, so she tossed the gum off to the side,
where it landed in the dirt. The room
they were in was actually more of a tent, and the ground was the room’s floor.
Alex tut-tutted
her for throwing away the gum. He had
finished getting the mirror around to her other side and she was, once again,
admiring the pattern there. After a few
moments, while Alex walked over and picked up the sticky detritus, she lowered
her arm to her side and then cooed once that one too ‘made the fit’ and disappeared
into the camouflage, making her side a beautiful decoration once more.
Alex approached her with the
dirty gum in his hand, a scowl on his face, and the finger of his other hand
wagging crossly at her. Gloria pouted.
Alex walked up to her and
rubbed the dirt of the gum off on the side of her face, making a ‘yuck’
expression with his mouth as he did so.
Once he had gotten some of the dirt off, he then dipped it in the basin
on top of her breasts, getting it clean.
Then he marched it right back up to Gloria’s mouth.
She didn’t want it to go in
her mouth and balked, upsetting and spilling the contents of her tits as she
did so, so that the spit that had collected on top of her chest erupted in an
oozing flow all down her sides.
Still, she didn’t have a choice,
her mouth was a permanent ‘input’ orifice.
Alex rolled his eyes at this temper tantrum and went right ahead and
stuck the gum in the creature’s mouth.
He took a stopper-gag out of
his pocket and placed it on the front of her face. He secured the straps around the back of her
head and then pushed the cork in between her flapping fish-lips. Like a gutted fish she floundered around,
trying to wrest her face from the grip of the gag, but to no use. She pushed at it with her tongue, but it had stoppered her gob-hole up good.
“Swallow,” Alex said. Gloria pouted as best she could under the
effects of the gag. She didn’t want to
swallow the gum. Alex wagged his finger
at her again, “I’m warning you,” he said.
Gloria gave him a mean face.
“That’s it,” Alex said, and
then released the stabilizing bar from the back of her head, letting the weak
neck muscles take over. It didn’t take
long for Alex to have her head bent back so that she was facing the roof of the
tent. He then plucked a secondary
restraining device from under her hair and wrapped it around her forehead, this
one was more like a scrunchy and was stretchy and
made of a fibrous material; it held her head steady as the saliva pooled in her
mouth.
Her enhanced spit glands soon
had her gasping for air out of her tiny nostrils. Her cute button nose worked overtime and her
wide, large and frightened eyes gazed at Alex for help.
“No, you brought this on
yourself,” after a moment Alex gave her a stern look and then said “Bad
girl!” Gloria flinched. After a moment’s more hesitation she
swallowed what was in her mouth, the saliva that had collected as well as the
gum that had been in the dirt.
Alex took his thumb and
rubbed it in the running pool of saliva that had spilled down her earlier, some of it had collected in her lap. He took his thumb and cleaned the side of her
face where he had wiped the gum off earlier.
Gloria had to swallow what was in her mouth or choke, so she continued
to swallow her spit as her head was kept back by the hair-pull.
“I tried to be nice,” Alex
said.
He walked out of the tent,
leaving Gloria to fret over her current situation. Her mind was slowly coming back to her, she
felt detached still from what was going on, and still out of it, but at least
she could see that it was no use to argue with a man who could do magic.
--
A few minutes later Alex
retuned, wheeling some more ‘Spouts’ into the room, women who had been prepared
the same way as Gloria.
“I think its time you learned
your place,” Alex said. He positioned
the first of the three women he had brought into the room. Each of them looked exactly like Gloria, even
down to the wide-eyes and cloven hooves, gigantic tits and large, pulsing
fish-mouth. Alex fiddled with some
tubing that he had brought in on a tray.
Alex removed the stopper-gag
from Gloria’s mouth. Gloria sucked in
air greedily, making her cheeks invert as she did so. Alex watched her for a moment and then gently
placed a feeder-gag into her
mouth. The fat tube flanged at the
end. Alex held this end, crimping it,
until it slid into Gloria’s huge mouth and then when he let it relax it
expanded again so that it gently cupped the inside
of her lips. The tube was now ‘hooked’
on the inside of Gloria’s mouth. It
could be pulled out with a minimal effort on Alex’s part, but in one of the
women’s dainty hands it was near impossible to do so. Gravity would also not unhinge it alone.
Alex motioned for the first
woman to get up on the bed, which she did so obediently. All three of the women he had brought in had
vacant expressions on their faces and drooled.
They responded automatically to Alex’s commands. Occasionally one of them would move a hand
idly to play with her own nipple or to stick a finger in her own vagina
dumbly. They never actually masturbated,
but just put a finger in as though to rest it, the way a woman might put a
finger on her lip when thinking. Gloria
was a bit surprised when she heard one of the women speak, but all that came
out was ‘duh.’ Alex reached over and
patted that woman on her head when she did so.
He then whispered in her ear as though he had understood her statement.
They moved sluggishly about. When they had been led in they had displayed
herd behavior, following each other without glancing from the backside of the
one in front. After they had stopped
walking in they had stamped their hooves in place a bit, but then settled down
and only did so now occasionally. All in
all they each seemed simply to be dripping saliva down onto their grotesquely
large breasts stupidly and waiting for Alex to give them instruction or
interact with them. They never once made
eye contact or surveyed the room. At one
point one of their heads lolled to the side and Alex had to jump up and fix
that one’s neck brace so that her head stayed in place.
The slowly stirring voices in
Gloria’s head told her that this was bizarre and wrong, but they were quiet
voices still, and the numbness in her head was still throbbing pleasantly and
making her pay attention instead to the pleasant fondling Alex was doing to her
breasts.
Alex had finished his set-up
and had noticed Gloria wandering in thought.
He stroked her mounds to rouse her back to the tube in her mouth. After a moment of the pleasant stroking Alex
put a finger in front of her face and then pointed to the tube in her mouth. She went back to making plaintive mewling
noises. Because her mouth was tubed and the other tube had been inserted into the other
woman on the bed’s mouth, all that sounded was a gentle vibration that passed
up the tube and then reverberated inside the mouth of the second woman.
The second woman didn’t seem
to mind, in fact the gentle tremor served to relax her lower lip, just as Alex was
guiding her head into a leaning forward position. The pool of saliva that had collected behind this
woman’s own fat, pillowy, lower lip then oozed out and
fed down the tube, passing along the transparent tunnel to spill out into
Gloria’s revisiting mouth.
Gloria was revolted. It was one thing to be made to swallow her own spit, but this, to have this other woman’s gunk in
her mouth, it was too much. She forgot
about the nice decorations on the side of her body and thrashed with her arms.
Alex laughed in mirth as he
watched the piles of titflesh Gloria now sported
jiggle about and her hands flop back and forth.
The struggle she was now putting up was one of violent revolt, Gloria
was furious, she wouldn’t stand for this
treatment. But all that happened, as, in
her mind she imagined a violent, wild woman thrashing about, breaking things
and causing a huge ruckus, was that her arms flapped like silly puppets at her
side, her arms had earlier responded to slow and deliberate instruction that
was concentrated upon, but now, in her rage, Gloria’s arms danced uselessly.
Her billowing breasts,
however, were another matter. All of
that angry energy caused them to dance tremendously. They put on quite a show, bouncing up and
down, heaving about, smacking into one another, all in a fury of impotent
energy. They danced about as Gloria
stormed. As she fumed her head wagged a
tiny bit, the hair-pull keeping it in place, but her breasts, which were, by
design, entirely free of restraint, showed the only real signs of motion: they leaped about, transmuting Gloria’s
temper tantrum into a fun-filled frolic of fuming flesh.
“Every woman,” Alex had
explained to his head surgeon, “has the right to express herself.” Those massive orbs thundered about in chaotic
wobbling delight, coaxing Alex’s cock to rock-head readiness.
The middle of the feeding
tube had a small hole to accept additional input. The set-up was modular. Alex fumbled his cock out while watching
Gloria’s tit-tantrum and then fit an addition snugly into the tube. The new apparatus was shorter, had a plunger,
and opened up onto a small concave bowl which Alex stroked his cock at right
now.
Gloria could see it as Alex
watched her tits and her face, her eyes wide as she saw what he was going to
do.
“No, no, no, no!” she cried
as she watched him stroke, faster, and harder.
The spit from the spout-woman
above her continued to drain down into Gloria’s receptive mouth: It pooled at the back of the receiving one’s
mouth. She cried and caterwauled and
then swallowed, causing Alex to almost blow his load then, what was in her
mouth so that she could grab air to yell in protests. She was blubbering now.
All that Alex heard of her
screams was a slight, bubbly, “nowh, nowh, burble, nowh” coming out
every so softly from the mouth-opening of the plunger he was aiming his cock
at.
“Now, now?” he asked. “I, unh, think, unh, hnh,
that can, unhhh, ahhh, be, be
arranged!” he said through clenched teeth as he orgasmed
violently into the spout which served Gloria’s feeding tube. The sound became muted as the semen jumped
into the plunger. Alex took a moment to
gather himself, took a breath, locked eyes with Gloria, watched her mouth
struggling to mouth the words, and then ‘!’ pushed the plunger hard and fast,
launching the still liquid mess into the tube between the two ladies.
“Now now
girls, there’s plenty of me to go around, no need to fight,” he said as he
relaxed Gloria’s hair-pull so that she could bring her head to an equal
position in the tube’s gravity. The
semen slid slowly towards Gloria so she got up, her tingly feet moving
unsteadily as she got off the bed as quickly as she could and stood, so that
the white gunk in the tube, which she could see sliding towards her, slid back
the other way, towards the other woman.
The other woman didn’t seem
to care, she just stared dumbly ahead, until Alex
crouched down next to her and eased her up onto her hooves as well. The semen came to standstill at about the
nameless woman’s 30 yard-line, it stayed lubricated by
the sliding spit in the tube-tunnel that ran between the two women’s wide-open
bulbous mouths.
The inertia from inside the
slippery tube caused the spit-spunk to slide slowly to rest at about the
spout-woman’s 20 yard line. Alex
whispered into her ear. Gloria stood,
transfixed by the scene, she could see the spunk, at rest, and took a small
breather, thinking the ordeal over, or, at least, at odds with how to
cope. She had been inspired when she had
wriggled to her feet, danger had seemed imminent, but now, she was safe, at
least, for now, and she needed to think.
A moment later the second
woman, after Alex had smiled and removed himself from her ear, had ‘awoken’ to
the scene. She no longer stared dumbly ahead
but looked like a spout with a purpose.
She stood up on her tip-toes—she leaned onto one end of her cloven
hooves—elevating herself by about a quarter inch in the process.
Before Gloria figured out
what was going on the gunk had slid to about halfway between her and the other
‘contestant.’
“Now ladies,” Alex said,
“this is really not a fair contest, as Dumbarella
over here is about an eighth of an inch shorter, so Globula
(he said, referring to Gloria) if you can stay on your tippies
for as long as she, you really ought to be able to win.”
The other two women continued
to stare dumbly at nothing while this exchange occurred. One of them swatted a fly away when it landed
on her rump, and then went back to drooling copiously onto her slick tits.
Gloria was fretting, but she
quickly ‘stood up’ to the challenge and leaned forward on her feet as
well. They felt funny though, she
noticed for the first time, her toes weren’t there anymore, but, she had something
more angular instead. She tried her best
to stay balanced but it was so weird with these new toes.
The spunk was close to Gloria
but started to slowly slide the other way.
It was in no danger of stopping or drying as each woman continued to
secrete into the tube as they gained an advantage. Gloria quickly found, after she saw the other
doing it, that if she spit into the tube it could cause additional force to be
applied to the spunk as her own expectorate added momentum. The inner of the tube remained slick though,
and as the struggle continued each woman was forced to swallow any spit that
slid too close to, or didn’t manage to make it out of, a ‘goal’.
Gloria leaned up as high as
she could, the tunnel between them had initially been soft and flexible, so
that it would have formed a soft trap in between, but when Alex had pushed the plunger
apparatus he had also caused the outer surface of the tunnel to start to become
hard and rigid by depressing a switch which allowed compressed air to tighten
the ribbing in the tube. The expanding
tube had reached full hardness by now and could not be dislodged from either
woman’s mouth without considerable effort.
Gloria discovered this now as
she started to actually tug on her end of the tube, trying to yank it
free. All that happened was that the
other woman, the veteran, was pulled forward on her feet, so that she had to
step forward before she tripped. Gloria
smiled a bit, at least, inwardly, since her mouth was splayed open without hope
of any movement on her part. She had
scored a small victory!
The other woman, who was more
experienced, responded in kind, pulling on the rigid tube, yanking Gloria’s
mouth and hooking it on the rigid tube, like a fish on a line. Gloria stumbled forward, and, unable to stay
both on tip-hoof and walk at the same time, collapsed onto her knees. She cringed a bit as she did so because she
was expecting a hard hit on her knees as she hit the ground, but, as she landed
she discovered that her knees were padded or cushioned in some way. She stopped thinking about why a moment later
as her defeat loomed above.
The rigid phallus tube now
fed at a sharp angle down into Gloria’s mouth, she was on her knees in front of
her opponent, who glowered down at her victoriously. Gloria felt the other’s laughter echo down the
tube and then fill her mouth. She saw
the inexorable progress the slimy white slug of sperm made as it dripped down
the tube toward her.
Her eyes started to tear
up. As the other woman stared down at
her in victory Gloria watched the vile contents of the tube gloop
down into her own protesting mouth. After
a few long moments of tongue wrestling, Gloria was forced to eventually accept
its conquest of her mouth. Its presence
at the back of her throat caused her to surrender and then swallow it. Alex kneeled down next to her and comforted
her as she did so, assuring her that she was a good girl and patting her head
and her tits.
Unable to get back up to her
feet with the rigid rod in her mouth Gloria waited at the mercy of Alex. He would have to let the tube go soft again
for her to get up. Or the other girl
would have to sit down, neither of which seemed likely to happen. Alex settled down into a chair to watch the
victor enjoy her spoils.
Dumbarella
, the woman on her feet, whose own previous dumb
expression had displayed only a stupid unconcern for her surroundings now
seemed focused and gleeful in her victory.
She looked at Alex, who nodded, before moving a bit to the side and taking
her place on a stool. She sat her butt
on the stool, and bent her knees to allow her cloven hooves to lock into the
lower runner on the stool. It was now
that Gloria, Globula Alex had called her, stared in
horror at the woman’s feet, and then, a moment later, at her own.
Those parts of her mind that
had told her how wrong everything was, that had displayed concern at her body’s
new proportions, she was mostly tits, lips, and ass, had now fully awoken. The dumbing down
drugs she had been doped with had finally worn off. She looked up in horror at the woman above,
the woman who shared the same kind of body as herself. She focused on the massive disproportion of
the size of the woman’s lips to the rest of her face. She boggled at how topheavy
the woman was, and wondered how she managed to stay upright on such a tiny
waist.
Gloria felt like vomiting as
she realized that this woman, and herself, were simply walking piles of titmeat. She
shuddered to think of how hideous her own grotesque mouth must look, and how
obviously intended it was for a man to put his cock in it, like his own
personal cum receptacle.
Gloria saw the woman above
her, saw the hate in her eyes, and realized that she must feel the same pain,
at least in the back of her mind, at such an awful rape of her body and
spirit. She wanted to cry to this woman,
hold her in her arms and really sob, but right now she saw someone who wanted someone
else to take her anguish out on.
Gloria cringed as the woman
above her stared malevolently down and then forcefully expelled a mouthful of
accumulated spit, her face twisting up in pain and rage before delivering the
deluge of venom and hate.
She had been sucking on it,
nursing it, holding it in her mouth for well over a minute, and now with a full
load of mouth juice, she forcefully spat it down the almost vertical rigid
feeding tube that led straight to Gloria’s mouth.
Gloria shuddered as her first
‘full meal’ as a human-spout was force-fed to her. She gagged on it, fully awake and in
possession of her faculties. She
remembered wanting to divorce John, thinking about how much money she was going
to get, how rich she was going to be, patting herself on the back for finagling
him out of a prenup and now how she was going to find
some young boytoy to service her on a beach somewhere
while she relaxed and enjoyed the spoils of the lucrative divorce
. . .
The evil lady above her smiled
and then slid off the stool with Alex’s help.
He led her over to the side and then did something with her make-up
which she seemed eager to participate in.
The next of the three women, dumbo number two, as Gloria named her, moved forward to
take her place. Hocking up what was in
her throat and then dumbly depositing a load of expectorate down the tube for
Gloria to feed upon.
The three women continued in
this rotation, with the two who were ‘on the bench’ coaxing the water in their
mouths around until they had a sufficient quantity for the next time they were
‘up to bat.’ Alex opened up a tray and
motioned for the women to come over to it when they were done.
Gloria cried, sobbing openly as this torture was inflicted upon
her. She begged for it to stop, looking
at the three women in turn, the first one who still took delight in it, and the
other two who fed her dumbly by rote.
She shivered to think that she might end up like them, unthinking
watering holes, but looking at her grotesque body sealed what she might
otherwise hope for as her fate.
The women turned to the tray
after they had spat into Gloria’s tube, leaning their faces down to nibble at
the bread and cheese Alex had sat out for them.
Rather, the bread and cheese had already been crumbled and broken up by
Alex’s fingers, he had been working on pulling apart
their food for them while they had worked.
Now that it was ready he motioned them over to it. The first to finish her rotation after the
snacks were ready leaned her mouth down and sucked up a piece of bread. She gummed it a bit, and then swallowed. She then did the same for crumbs of cheese,
vacuuming up the food with her mouth and sucking it down. Pieces of bread and cheese swooped up into
the gaping maw and were dumbly consumed by the unthinking woman.
Gloria glanced at Alex,
hysterical, hoping that he might take pity on her. “There there little
one,” Alex said. He ran up to her and
rubbed her chin, stroking her face and her hair. “Its not so
bad.” Gloria didn’t know what could be
worse.
Chapter 3—Makeup
Another woman approached the
feeding tube and spat a voluminous amount of mouth waste down into it. Gloria was deluged and swallowed sputteringly. She
continued to cry and now made words with her mouth. The words traveled up the tube, until they
emerged at the top. Alex could hear her,
a bit, but the coherence of her statements were made blubbering by the liquid
in her mouth, in the tube, and when a woman approached to feed her.
It sounded like ‘pweashew, psweashew, ib
noth going to tewll, blurble, spwish, gaggle, burble, pweashe’
until the sound became softer and then became hollow as a woman approached ant
put her mouth upon the feeding tube and then vomited her spit load into the
feeding tube.
“There there,”
Alex tried again, not sure why this woman wasn’t feeling comforted by his
ministrations. As he studied her wide
eyes, which had for the past twenty minutes or so displayed concern and terror,
and had become red and puffy, he started to see a glimmer of intelligence,
the pupils were no longer dilated.
“Ahhhh,”
he said to himself. “That’s why, that’s that’s
that’s
why!
Uh huh.
Well, someone’s not being mindful today.” Alex got up and went over to the workbench
nearby. He took out a little compact and
then approached the woman again.
“Here we are, this will solve
all your problems,” his statement was punctuated by a particularly disgusting
sound made by one of the women as she both spat and half-vomited at the same
time. Alex rolled his eyes, “These
women,” he thought, “always worried about their figures.” The woman whose turn it was, her eyes dumb
and placid, had started to purge from her lunch. She did it without thinking, just responding
to the fact that her belly was full. She
got a look in her eyes for a moment, like something had struck her from behind
her head, she clutched her belly with her dainty dolly arms and then she
grossly expelled what she had just recently ‘inhaled’ with her mouth.
If she had been walking
around the field she would have done the same thing, felt her belly full and
simply leaned over and purged. It wasn’t
so bad, from Gloria’s end, since the food had hardly been digested.
Still, for Gloria, this was a
new experience, and she didn’t appreciate being ‘fed’ in this way.
“Now now,”
Alex said, “all plants have to be nourished and watered to grow big and
strong.” Gloria’s eyes bulged as she
received this ‘food’ from above. “That’s
better,” Alex said, as he deftly stroked around her bulging eye with the eyelining brush.
“Next, some toner,:” he got out some foundation and tidied up the signs of
puffiness and irritation that Gloubla had caused when
she had thrown her two tit-tantrums.
Wiping the brush over her eyes he finished and then swept on some
mascara. “There, good as new,” he said,
stepping back.
Alex looked up for a moment,
chiding himself for his forgetfulness.
The rotation of women continued to feed from the dainty display of bread
and cheese, to slurp from the water bowl next to it, and then, after
swallowing, to, in an almost comic manner, ‘remember’ that their bellies were
full just as the sensation of being fed hit them, just (Alex made sure as he
refined their rotation timing) as they were coming up to the tube for their
turn.
‘Time to feed, time to drink,
turn and sit, now its my turn at the tube, ‘uh-oh, I’m
full’, purge.’ Alex nodded at them as
they continued their perverse choreography.
He cleared his throat, “Back
to the task at hand,” he muttered. He
yawned a bit, he would have to take a nap soon. Reaching over he plucked up the most
important of the cosmetic implements, a ‘Renew’ like bottle, for ‘Removing
unwanted blemishes’ it said, which was innocuous enough, until you though about
where the remover was going.
Alex dropped a full drop of
the solution into each of Gloria’s wide eyes.
He watched as she blinked and then admired her slowing struggles as her
pupils slowly dilated. He watched them,
her body struggling and her mind racing, as they grew from the tight beady
pupils they had been, to the more desirable saucer size pupils:
Over the next couple minutes she
became more docile and grew more pliant in her feeding, just accepting what
came down and swallowing it in reaction to her mouth filling. The ‘Renew’ was taking care of that ‘unwanted
blemish’ inside her head.
If the tube had been out of
her mouth she would have started to drool.
“That’s good girls, now
finish up so we can play kiss and makeup,” Alex chimed.
The girls giggled in response
to his declaration, and hurried up their feeding until the food was all
gone. Each of the girls had received
some partial nourishment, enough to keep their figures lithe and undernourished
appropriately, while Globula (Gloria) was now overly
full. She wanted to retch herself. She couldn’t though, with this tube in her
mouth.
Alex released the tube and
made it go limp. He curled it up and put
it away. He took out a brush and wiped
all of his girls off, getting the crumbs and bits away. He stood Gloria up and walked her over to the
sink, he had her lean her gorgeous fish-head down and
then moved her hands up next to her belly.
A few moments later she was purging as well, coming along wonderfully in
her development as a ‘Spout.’
--
“Sit down girls.” Each of the girls sat down on the bed, the
smell of their arousal apparent in the air.
Alex had made sure that the food had been laced with a potent
aphrodisiac, so that all of the girls were starting to bud. Gloria, having consumed the most, despite her
own purge (Alex had clapped and encouraged her as she had done so) was also
finding herself awkwardly becoming horny.
Her mind still clung to the strands of thought that it had, and it told
her to run now that she was free, but her pussy was distracting her, and, after
a tense inner struggle she placed her finger on her pussy mouth, as though
putting a hand on her hip. It was a
declaration that she was here, and she was ready for action.
Alex watched as each of the
other girls’ hands found their ways to their pussies as well. Each of them struck a different pose. Gloria’s ‘finger on labia’ approach was a
defiant, take-no-prisoners attitude whereas one of the other girls, he forgot
her name, had put her finger in her
pussy, as though sucking on her thumb. She
had been given a double dose of ‘Renew’ earlier, so it was no surprise that she
was extra stupid at the moment.
Competing with her for
competency though, was the other of the dumber animals,
she had tried to follow the example of the other women but had ended up putting
her finger in the wrong hole entirely. Whereas
Gloria had competed with the one named Dumbarella,
this current twat’s name was, quite simply, ‘Hay,’ because she couldn’t
remember her own name and when offered her choice of bedding she had snuggled
down, and later snacked on, her namesake.
“Hey,” Alex said, getting her
attention. He shook his finger at her,
telling her to get it out of her bum. He
rolled his eyes, she could be a handful sometimes, and he didn’t just mean up
top, although her large, playful melons did waggle invitingly as she
repositioned her errant attendant where it belonged, now putting it proudly
into her coose.
Dumbarella
had started with both hands, rubbing her nipples and
fingering herself, she wasn’t just ready,
she was wet.
“Now kiss,” Alex commanded.
--
Gloria was hot and bothered,
but she wasn’t sure she was ready for lesbian sex. A part of her mind screamed that this was not
who she was, another part reasoned that she certainly shouldn’t be doing it in
front of a man, for his pleasure, or at his command, and the third part of her,
well, it opened her lips wide (or rather, her lips wagged a bit as they
maintained their current, and permanently inviting wide-open position) and
leaned in for a big, wet, sloppy tongue kiss.
She met Hay’s lips, their
saliva mixed, they fumbled towards each other like
teenage boys trying to unhook a bra. They
leaned forward from their sitting positions on the bed, trying to get closer, their hands swinging uselessly at their sides.
Their bulging tits stopped
them from getting too close to each other though, so they scooted towards each
other on their hind-hooves: they managed
to push their chestmeatinto each other so that they
pressed, tautly, up against each other, titsack to titsack, udder to udder, massive mammary to massive mammary,
in a beautiful display of puppylove.
“Kiss and make-up,” Alex
said, stroking his cock to the display.
The two girls continued to rub their slobbery faces over each other,
their lips slipping over one another’s faces, their enlarged jowls cupping each
other in a strange battle over who’s mouth would cover
who’s: their diminutive noses allowing
plenty of room for angling of the large maws at one another.
Gloria slipped and her face
fell into the mouth of the other, she felt the girl’s tongue upon her cheek,
and felt a suction upon it. Pulling her face back out of the other’s
equally huge mouth she returned the favor by engulfing the other’s upper lip in
her own, open, wet, gaping hole-in-her-face and then sucking and licking cheek.
“That’s it girls, I want to
see plenty of spit-swapping,” Alex grinned.
--
“Now, you other two,” Alex snapped
his fingers.
No-Name and Dumbarella came together in a sensuous one-on-one of bovine
proportions: Their mashed tits rubbed
provocatively up and down, nipples rubbing against nipples, their eyes batting
at one another, their deep, desirous libidos causing them to look each other
over with sultry, devouring glances.
As they leaned in to start
the heavy petting their overgrown chests were getting in the way of any real
lesbian love-making. They tried to go
around their chests to couple for a kiss, but No-Name’s non-nimble ninny head,
its hair the smartest feature, went the wrong way and Dumbarella’s
ended up up-ended, darting at air.
The two toppled to the sides
where they splayed spread on the bed, collapsed tit ships, their main-masts
rooting them to the sheets. They both
managed to stir a bit despite the massive anchors in their midst, their
gargantuan tits weighing them down from any easy athletics.
Dumbarella managed
to scoot around, her tits staying put while she wiggled around them to rotate
her position.
After a few fumbling tries
the two budding lovers managed to couple in a lip-to-hip fashion that had Alex rising
up applauding their ‘oral-ovarian’ in standing ovation; Dumbarella
had her fat lips right in No-Name’s gushing lower orifice, and the other girl
had managed to wrap her fumbling face-flippers into frontal position and was
milking Dumba’s denuded pussy with a delicious and
endearing imitation of a dog in a dogbowl, lapping it
up like lovely ambrosia.
“That’s so pretty,” Alex
said, and leaned in to get a better view.
He stood up and put his thumbs and fore-fingers together to make a
viewing space that he held up next to the Sapphic scene. He drew the targets in closer and then placed
his fingers around the side of one of the lapping lovers’ faces, framing the
delightful act for his voyeuristic pleasure.
He pretended to take a picture and then broke his ‘camera’ apart to pet
the side of Dumbarella’s head.
Nodding approvingly he moved
on, stalking to the other side of the bed where Hay was fumbling over Gloria’s
face and Gloria was beginning to experience the first ‘taste’ of lesbian
love-making. She was starting to like
it, her pussy was flowing now, her juices tumbling between her legs hotly,
wetting the sheets. “Uh-oh,” Alex said,
“it looks like someone’s wet the sheets.”
Gloria blushed.
“That’s okay
Globby
,
no one minds a wet pussy.” Gloria
blushed again as he called her by the pet name.
She tightened her knees together to try to hide her privates from prying
eyes, but Alex maintained a good view nonetheless. “Ah, that’s so cute,” he thought, watching as
Gloria tried to express her newfound interest in Hay by running her sloppy lips
over the other’s, passionately mashing her pretty puckered choppers over the
other’s equally massive lower face.
This was made awkward for
Gloria because she was becoming uncomfortable doing this in front
ot
Alex. She was suffering discomfort about
‘performing’ in front of a stranger: A
stranger who was not naked, was not disfigured as she was, was totally cool and
in control of himself, and who was now whacking off just inches from her face!
In fact, Gloria noted with
distress, his cock was now fast approaching her wide-eye. Her eyes went agog as she struggled to break
off the kiss and avoid the massive organ which was invading her space. “There there now,
my pretty one, who’s my little pretty one, got to make my girl so pretty.”
Gloria was having none of
that, she tried to wriggle away but her own mounting desire mixed with Hay’s
unrelenting mouth caused her to stay her struggle for a bit, to swoon in
capitulation to the moment, and to close her eyes, which was what really made
it easier for her. When she closed her
eyes she didn’t have to watch the erect cock being jackhammered
less than an inch in front of her eye, or look up at Alex’s lusty and patronizing
gaze as she grew both enamored of her female friend and ashamed of her own
wantonness.
The ‘Renew’ was kicking in
though, her pupils were dilated, and it was also hard to keep her eyes closed
for long. A sort of muscle fatigue set
in when they were closed for longer than a few moments, and she felt more
relaxed with them open, her wide eyes staring at nothing. Alex smiled as he saw her open them and then
glance nervously at his cock so close to her eyelashes. The head of his cock brushed up against her
lashes a moment later, causing her to recoil a bit and then blink. Alex did the same to Hay but she did not
recoil, in fact she didn’t blink until after he had deposited some pre-cum on
her lashes.
Gloria saw what was coming
next but Hay’s amorous arms had encircled her and their nipples felt so good
mashed up against each other. She could
hear Dumba and No-Name’s moans nearby and it was with
a nervous swallow that she accepted Alex’s ministrations as he slowly pumped
his cock with its eye pointed directly at hers.
She blinked nervously, her lashes brushing his cock head, unsure of what
was to come but wishing that Alex would leave her alone, would leave the room,
so that she could enjoy this act in privacy.
‘If it was just us girls,’
she thought, but Alex was having none of that.
He leaned in for a nice long rub of his cock along Gloria’s face,
leaving a trail of slime across it as he did so.
“Ah, you look so pretty with
your make-up on,” Alex said. Despite her
revulsion at his intimate actions Gloria smiled momentarily at his praise, then
she shuddered at the fact that she had smiled.
Deep inside she cringed, knowing that slowly she would become like the
others in the room, cowed into obedience and the role of a dumb utility object,
a watering spout, but for now, with the small remnants and residue of her
thoughts still alive in her brain, she rebelled.
“Oh god no,” she moaned into
Hay’s mouth, which seemed a sensuous and timely thing to do, her passion and
her rebellion mixing into one. Hay
responded a bit, her dumb eyes showing that she acted animally. She was simply facially humping what was, in
a sense, a nice warm bag of soft flesh, a bag accentuated by the gross tonnage
of breastmeat each woman sported.
“Open wide for daddy,” Alex
purred, rubbing his cock down into the writhing mass of bulbous lips. He rubbed his cock down into the nexus of
their meeting point and as they deeply French-kissed each other, pushing their
tongues deep into each other’s mouths he let his cock become a bastion of
strength and firm resolve in between their soft love-making.
“Girls are just for
practice,” Alex said in a harsh tone, his voice dripping with
condescension. He gripped each woman’s
head and rotated it a bit, so that he could angle their wide mouths for easy
reception of his message.
“Real, sex,” he said,
punctuating his words with hip thrusts into each girl’s mouth, their eyes
peering at one another in frantic connection, their mouths still wagging at
each other in fervent need for the other one’s touch, “needs, a,” Alex said,
thrusting deeply into each of their gaping holes, gripping each of their heads
tightly, his fingers twisting up into their tightly made-up hair “man’s,
touch,” Alex finished, listening for the gagging sound made by each of the
young holes beneath him as he illustrated his point and made them choke. Alex closed his eyes and savored the feeling
of the girl’s mouth going around his
scrotum and engulfing the whole of his groin.
He felt the lips underneath his balls and on top of lap. If they tried to talk now they would lisp.
Alex relaxed, his hard cock
pulsing in the air between the two girls, their attention wholly upon it, their
sore throats a testament to its ability to get their attention. “Do you understand?” Alex asked. The two girls nodded dumbly. “Good babies, now, kiss and make-up.” Both of the girls bowed their heads slightly
to envelop Alex’s cock in turn, bobbing down onto it and then back up in a
facsimile of a kiss.
“Very good, now, back to
practicing.” He gave each of them a playful
pat on the ass and watched as they went back into each other’s arms, their tits
mashing back up against each other, it wouldn’t be long before they were
lapping at each other’s boxes, Alex knew.
--
Dumb and No-name meanwhile
had been really getting to know one another.
They had made introductions, said ‘how do you do,’ started off with a
courtly dance, taken it easy, spent a good deal of time getting to know each
other’s boundaries, that is, tracing the outside of each other’s labia and quim, before plunging into a deep and meaningful
relationship. Alex was happy to see that
they were getting along.
“That’s my puppies,” he cooed
at them. They both ignored him, so
caught up in the passionate make-out session that they were involved in that
they failed to notice when Alex snapped a leash around each of their necks.
He pulled them from their
love-making and helped them to their feet.
“Come on,” said, peering down
at their dripping wet pussies, “its time to go water the plants.”
---
By Alex Streuth
Notes:
This, if I do say so myself, is about as ‘tight’ as a
story gets. Each part could be
elaborated on more but the pacing, well, and the word-play, they make a nice
balance between flow and pooling. I try
to move on to the next part after giving the reader a tasty morsel to develop
in their own mind while keeping the action moving along swiftly enough for the
palate to thrive.
In other words, this is about
as perfect as a Story gets, and I hope it ranks right up there in popularity
with ‘Alex’s New Design’ and ‘The Doctor is
In
.’
As an extra aside, for any connoisseurs,
if I could do any one more thing to improve upon this story’s construction it
would be to make the three parts equal length, or to split the longer part ‘Break-up’
into two parts or ‘Make-up’ into two parts, but, the main obstacle there would
be having to separate some foreshadowing and to come up with an appropriate ‘eak-up’ meme.
--
Standard Closing:
This is fantasy, this should
not be enacted, the ideas and action expressed herein are for fantasy
enjoyment. None of these ideas or
actions belongs outside of the realm of fantasy: A lot of what happens in these stories is
violent (it might not be ‘hot’ violence, like striking someone, but reducing a
person physically/mentally is a form of ‘cold’ violence) and violence in any
form is wrong. What makes these stories
so elegant is that thinking about violence is okay, and, in fact, limiting a
person’s right to think would be, again, ‘cold’ violence.
In other words, ‘Don’t try
this at home.’
--
Bibliography:
IE, influences, people who get credit:
Gord, Benson, Thundershrk, TheMayorofCherish,
but mostly Benson. Visit www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Alex_Streuth/www (but
only if you’re over 18, which, if you’re not, don’t read the above story!) for
the rest of my work.
--
You may e-mail Streuthanasia@gmail.com if you have
praise, or requests, or are a writer or illustrator. Everyone else can also e-mail me, but it not to be encouraged. You may use my ideas and/or characters in your
own fanfiction.
[A credit and/or a linkback would be nice to
have though.]