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Why's the damn water bill so high?" Brad asked. He sat at the kitchen table with a cup of steaming coffee at his left hand with a pile of mail at his right. He sometimes wondered if he were the only man left in the world that preferred physical mail. It helped him keep things straight while electronic bills could easily be forgotten. His eyes peered at the simple bar graph showing a forty percent increase in water usage since the last month.
Helen wiped her hands dry and hung the rag on the handle of the stove before answering in a hushed voice, "It's Mandy. You know how she likes to take those long baths."
Tension immediately knotted in Brad's shoulders. He could feel muscles screwing up and locking from his neck down to his clenched asshole. "That's unacceptable. Look at all these bills since she moved back. An extra hundred in electric, an extra thirty on water, and god knows how much she eats."
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And stays a waif nonetheless," Helen agreed in a bemused tone.
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This is getting untenable, sweetheart. Look, she's your daughter, you have to talk to her about this kind of thing. She won't listen to me."
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It's not her fault, dear. She had such grand plans when she started college, but then the SSA passed. Now the world is all topsy-turvy. Did you know Penny, Rick's wife, signed up? I saw her at the grocery store yesterday. I didn't speak to her because she was busy sucking off one of the bag boys."
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Don't change the subject," Brad grumbled. "I'm sorry her plans have been put on hold, but the truth is that she didn't leave college only because of the SSA. She was flunking out before they suspended classes."
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Oh god, the stories you hear. All our institutions of higher learning shutting down almost overnight while they figure out how to fairly separate the sexes. They had some video on the news the other night showing that class at the University of Michigan. It started with one girl stripping down and getting on all fours like a dog and before you know it that whole room was rutting like animals. Even the professor!"
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Helen, for Christ's sake, would you focus on our problems and stop fantasizing about fucking a room full of college kids." The SSA had caused Brad more headaches than most. Human resource departments everywhere struggled to adjust, and Brad's was no different. Tons of women had quit and, though they'd given notice, it didn't do much good to have them around the office when they spent all day on their knees. Adding to his concerns were the waves of new legislation moving through at breakneck speed meant to incorporate SSA volunteers into the workplace. The government envisioned a future where fuck breaks replaced smoke breaks. Brad was having to plan a room where an SSA volunteer could rest comfortably until one of the men took a break to empty his balls in her. And that was not the simple job of managing tax forms and insurance paperwork that Brad had originally signed up for. "Look, we simply can't afford to have Mandy here if she's going to use up this much stuff. We downsized when she moved off to college so that you could support her and her scholarships would take the rest. But then she wanted a car and then she lost her scholarships, and now she's back here eating us out of house and home. She needs to get a job, at least."
Helen sat down at the table beside him and put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make light of the situation. It is a stressful time for her as well, you know. Just yesterday, her friend Marika signed up for SSA service. Pretty soon, they'll all be doing it." She glanced at her husband, but he was too buried in the bills to notice her. "I'll talk with Mandy tonight when she gets home."
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Where is she anyway?"
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I'm not sure. She went out with some friends, celebrating something or the other. Maybe Marika's signing up. It's becoming something that they celebrate, like getting a tattoo." Helen stood up and put away a few dishes. "I'm going upstairs. Quit reading all this stuff and go do something to take your mind off of it. It's only going to make you madder."
Resentfully, he followed his wife's advice. After she went upstairs to watch television, he switched from the after dinner coffee to a glass of bourbon and headed to his study. The room gave him an immediate relief from the pressures of the rest of the world. In its center, he'd constructed a large table with the topography of a battlefield. On it stood dozens of small pewter figurines of fantastical beasts and men. He admired them briefly before heading to a second table he'd made into a workstation. He sat down and got to work on his latest endeavor, a dragon that he'd 3D printed and started to meticulously paint. The hours flew by without interruption until he heard the front door open and slam. Mandy's return home barged into his serenity and with it came all of the annoyances that he had momentarily shut out of his mind. He listened intently as his stepdaughter's footsteps clattered up the stairs. At least Helen kept her promise, he thought, as muffled voices drifted down from upstairs. Pleased with that minor development, he returned to his work, adding a flourish of red to the dragon's chest before setting it to the side to dry.
Tired, he closed down for the night and headed upstairs. When he reached the upstairs hallway, he saw that Helen had already gone to bed. As he passed Mandy's door, he couldn't help but glance inside. The twenty year old had stripped down to a thong and an oversized t-shirt. Her hips cocked outward, showing how deeply the thin strip of cloth went into her ass crack. The immediate thought that sprung to Brad's mind was that she took after her mother. He shuttled himself quickly by the door and into the bedroom to crawl in the bed beside Helen. He was pleased to find his wife in a similar state of dress as his hand slid down her back to cup the cheek of her bare ass. He knew it was wrong on some level to have lustful thoughts about his stepdaughter, but with the world descending into a sexual madness it grew more difficult to remember why. Brad's fingers explored further, slipping under the thin bit of fabric to run his finger gingerly between her thighs to find a wet slit. Helen moaned silently, her hand reaching around to grab Brad's stiffening cock. As she squeezed his length in her hand, he pushed a finger inside her.
Helen had Mandy at a young age. Long before freeuse was talked about let alone the norm. Mandy's dad had vanished the second Helen told him about the pregnancy, but that was probably for the best. Brad didn't arrive until much later. Helen stayed out of the dating world until her daughter was about to go to college. She and Brad met when she was buying a cake for her daughter's graduation. Brad happened to be at the bakery buying one of the requisite birthday cakes for his staff. He didn't meet Mandy until she'd already started college and by then he was distracted enough with the looming SSA that he didn't notice her much. Which was difficult since Mandi looked like a younger, sexier version of his new wife.
Helen rolled on top of him, keeping the sheet draped over her back. She pulled down the band of his boxers and let his cock slip free. Brad's fingers slipped out of her with a wet squelch, but he kept the band pulled to the side as his wife guided his cock to replace his finger. He slid into her with ease, and his hands moved to grab her ass. He found himself wondering how similar they were as his hands sunk into the soft flesh. They certainly looked the same, and he knew that Helen had started to wear Mandy's panties from time to time since she moved back home. In fact, he thought the pair currently pushed to the side while his cock slid in and out of her might belong to his stepdaughter. It wasn't hard to imagine the woman bouncing up and down his length silently in their bedroom to be the younger of the two. It also wasn't out of the realm of possibility either, Brad knew. Mandy didn't lie around with her ass hanging out because she thought of Brad as her father. More than a few times over the years, she'd put herself into sexually charged situations with him. Brad never considered acting on any of it, of course, but he had no qualms about the fantasy.
Brad's hands moved up to squeeze Helen's tits. An audible moan escaped her lips, and her body began to shake. Brad took the cue and stopped holding back. His cock twitched inside of her as they both orgasmed. Helen rolled off and onto his side while the first thing he considered was whether his cum would stain Mandy's panties. Breathless, Helen started to gently stroke his chest, "I talked to Mandy. She's going to go get a job tomorrow."
He nodded in reply as sleep started to overtake him, and his dreams returned to Mandy's room and her plump, offered ass.
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Mandy frowned at the pile of paperwork. "Do I really have to sign each one?"
The nurse nodded. "I'm afraid so. Half of it is your program enrollment and half of it is waivers. You know in case something goes wrong?" The nurse organized the papers into neat piles while Mandy admired her work. Mandy welcomed anything to distract from the fact that the nurse, Rhonda, was naked from the waist down and had both of her breasts hung out over her shirt. It wasn't an uncommon sight, but Mandy had not adjusted to seeing it so up close. Rhonda continued, "Now none of these are about any modifications. All that was done before you started and is in this paperwork right here." She tapped one of the piles. "You can read it again if you want, but most girls don't. Our conversation here counts as me explaining it to you, and it all goes on the record with that voice recording over there. At the end, we both keep copies. So, this stack declares your intent to undergo the procedure and that you've opted for what we call our vanilla package. Universal libido increase, physiological arousal compensation, and so on. Not included are any body enhancements, fertility enhancements, or cosmetic enhancements. With that in mind, this stack," she tapped another sheaf of papers, "signs you up for SSA service in a term of two years with an option to renew. It goes into the compensation, contract requirements, and so on. It also acknowledges that fifty percent of your earnings will be paid as stipend to yourself or named beneficiary while the other fifty percent goes into a trust to be dispensed with interest after your leave the program."
A knock interrupted her. A young man in a lab coat that seemed to double as a robe opened the door and stepped inside, "Rhonda, oh, I didn't realize you were with someone."
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Oh, that's alright," she insisted. "She'll be signing for a while, so no big deal." With no other explanation, Rhonda stood up, walked to the back of her chair and bent over. The man pulled open his lab coat to reveal a clearly modified cock that quickly grew to an obscene length. He took hold of Rhonda's hips and pushed into her with no difficulty. "Damn Neil, you need to cut it out with those cock mods, or you'll be too big for me. Anyway, let's continue." Mandy heard Rhonda's further explanations as she tapped each pile of papers. She even began to sign on each blank line as Rhonda laid them out in front of her. All the while, Mandy kept her gaze on the shaft sliding so easily into and out of the nurse. She watched the jiggle of Rhonda's ass as the man pushed against it again and again. She felt her panties getting wet with arousal as she imagined herself in Rhonda's position in a few hours.
The decision had not been easy. Signing up with the SSA was the obvious choice for a woman her age. She had been meaning to do it no matter what, but her mother's insistence that she get a job finally pushed out the little anxiety that remained. Watching all of her friends turn into sluts overnight had been surreal. Six months ago, she'd sat in a literature discussion class with seven other girls, and now she was the last one not being constantly fucked. They'd started to celebrate it each time one of them gave in, like it was a birthday party for a new sex life. Mandy had resisted and even as she finally gave in she took the most vanilla option. Her mother likened it to getting a tattoo, and Mandy knew those were addictive. From what she could tell, the SSA program was addictive too. A few of the girls started with the vanilla package, but went back for some upgrades. Apparently that wasn't exclusive to women either, by the look of Neil's cock. She wondered what it would feel like to have that monster sliding inside of her so easily. The nurse and doctors had given her all these reasons for how things worked after the procedure, but none of it made much sense. She knew what she'd seen, and she'd seen all her friends become cock hungry sluts.
