The Slutification Program - Ch 02

The morning sun, shining on her face, stirred Rose awake. It took her a minute to realize that the window curtains were not there. Then, the horrendous memories from yesterday came rushing into her mind. She went downstairs after taking a shower. Her parents were in the living room watching TV. Her father's office started late often, and her mother usually went with her to school if she had to teach first period that day.

"Honey, breakfast on the table," shouted Rita.

"Okay, mom."

After finishing her breakfast, she began to think about what to wear. There was no way she could go to school in this dress. She hoped her mom wouldn't mess up her high school life or the lack thereof with her twisted ideas.

"Mom, I can't go to school in this dress. Please give me something normal to wear."

Both her parents looked up at her. Rita tried to assure her, "You are right, honey. Those are not remotely okay for school. Take off what you were now, and I will bring you something else."

"Okay, mom. But I have nothing else to wear to change. Can you bring the other dress first so I can take them to my room and change them?"

"Let me tell you the rules, honey. You are not getting anything new to wear unless you hand over what you are wearing right now. Take those off right here, right now."

Rose's eyes widened in shock. Was she for real? With her dad right here?

"I will not wait forever, you know. I will not hear another sound from your mouth. You will do as I say, or you will go to school in this state." said Rita, hurrying her daughter.

Surrendering, Rose started to take off her skirt. Standing in such a raunchy thong in front of her dad, she turned beet red. Taking off her top was even more difficult. She had to carefully cover her tits with one hand while pulling the shirt off her head with the other. She could only hope she had no nip slip as her father was staring at her tits the whole time.

"I guess you are deciding to keep the thong. Well, it's your decision if you wanna wear the same underwear for two days. You can choose not to wear any though," said Rita, taking the clothes and walking upstairs.

Rose felt awkward like never before, standing in a thong and hand bras with her dad piercing his gaze through her soft flesh.

"You look beautiful today, kitty."

"Thanks, Dad."

"You don't have to just stand there. Come take a seat here. You look upset. Let me comfort you like old times. Your mom's been a bit rough, I figure," said Ron, motioning her to sit on his lap.

She felt a little warmth in her heart. Maybe her father could be a ray of light in this torture when her mother's not around. She decided to take him on his offer. She carefully sat on his lap and immediately regretted it. She might be inexperienced in all this stuff, but there was no doubt in her mind about what was the rock-hard thing poking in her ass crack. She tried to move a bit and adjust her position to avoid being impaled by her dad's boner. But he already held her tight with his one hand on her stomach. His other hand circled her body and took position on her hand that was covering the girls. She tried to move her hips to avoid the dick but instead, her action created unwanted friction.

"Relax, honey. Take a deep breath. You just have to go along with what your mom says. It will be over soon, I promise."

Suddenly, Rita came into view and stumbled upon the scene.

"I see a bit of grinding over there. Get a room, you guys."

"No, mom. It's not like that. I was just sitting..."

"Hush! I'm not complaining. Let your father feel you. After all, what are daughters for?"

"Mom!!"

Rose sprang up, feeling her dad's hands loosen on her. She took the clothes from her mother's hands and started wearing them without saying another word. Rita smiled to herself that taking the clothes to her room to change didn't come to her daughter's mind this time. Not that she would let her. She was already adjusting.

Rose couldn't believe her eyes. These were even shorter than the previous outfits. The tank top showed barely any cleavage this time. But the lack of cleavage was compensated by the amount of underboobs visible. The tank top stopped just 1 inch below where her areolas ended. Having such huge tits, that were such a lot of flesh to show. The bottom wear was a pair of short booty shorts having not much bigger real estate than the thong underneath.

"You were right, honey. The other outfits were too prude. What's the point of wearing anything if it doesn't let a lady's best assets breathe," said Rita with an appreciating smile on her daughter's looks.

"That's not what I meant, Mom."

"And why would I care what you meant? It's the mother's job to offer her daughter as a sex object to horny men. Don't you think people would think she is ready for breeding, honey? " Rita asked her husband after shushing Rose.

"Yeah. She looks ready to take my semen in her womb."

"Please stop!" Rose begged in a low desperate voice covering her ears with her hands. But the dress was not suitable for raising arms. The hemline of the top rose with her arms.

"You like her nipples, honey? They look rock-hard. Looks like you gave her a good grinding earlier."

Rose opened her eyes and looked down. Her nipples were pointing like a bullet. Unable to move in shock, she saw her father take a photo on his phone. That broke her trance. She hurriedly put her arms down.

"Well, I got a new lock-screen wallpaper. My colleagues will be so jealous seeing this," said Ron, grinning like a kid in a toy store.

"Don't just stand there like you saw a ghost. Go wait for me in the car. I already put your school bag in the backseat. Go," said Rita.

Rose walked to the car like a zombie. Her mom climbed in beside her, and they drove to school in silence. The shock of earlier events kept her mind away from the surprised gaze of other students in the hall. No one wore these outrageous outfits, even to the unsupervised parties. Some laughed, and some appreciated the view. People like her would surely be bullied horribly if they suddenly started to dress like that. But having her own mother as a faculty member, students thought it better to keep a distance. She, who was nobody before, would be the school's hot talk.

She sat on her desk and put her face on the table, not caring about anyone's questioning look. She was already mentally exhausted for the day, and it was not even 8 in the morning. The first period was uneventful. She noticed the teacher check out her chest several times, but not in an obvious manner. Luckily, he did not engage with her at all. She hated any attention even on a normal day.

The period ended and she was headed for the math classroom. She checked her phone while walking. There were some messages in her family group chat. She clicked on the group and the chats horrified her.

Ron:

It was the photo he took earlier of her tits.

Ron: How does she look?

Shawn (Her uncle): I knew the bitch was hiding treasures under those carpets she used to wear. The nips look hard. How did they taste?

Ron: Uhh, I didn't get to taste it.

Shawn: What? If she were my daughter, I would have latched onto those tits the whole day.

Elly (Shawn's daughter): True, you used to make my nipples sore, Dad. Coming to college saved me.

Brian (Her other uncle): I wanna tit fuck her. Those tits look heavenly.

Shawn: Heh! Your little dick wouldn't even go through her tits the whole way.

Rachel (Her grandma): Don't be a dick, Shawn. His dick is fine. His dick is the only one my asshole can take.

Shawn: Boo! Mom is playing favorite again just because he is small enough to fuck her in the ass.

Rachel: Shut up, son. Just jerk off to your niece.

Donald: Looks like I'm late to the party. You know what's the tits missing?

Ron: What, Dad?

Donald: Cum. I bet she would look even hotter with a thick load on her tits.

Brian: Yeah, Dad. We should do it all together. She should be fully coated with all the Dunphy cum available.

Rachel: Sounds fun. And us ladies will scoop up the cum with our tongue and feed her like a bird.

Shawn: Sounds like a plan for next Thanksgiving.

Brian: Hey, the bitch is online and has read the texts.

Donald: @rose send another tit pic honeybun.

Rose was mortified. She couldn't think. She couldn't move. Even her grandparents, who she adored, were no exception. Her hypnotized state was broken by her mother's voice coming down the hall towards her. "Catch". Rita threw a pen above her daughter's head. Rose tried to catch it by reflex and raised her arms. She missed, but her mother didn't. Rita snapped a photo of her daughter with her arms up high, top raised and tits out.

"Oh, your uncles and grandpa will love this shot."

Rose stared at her mother disbelievingly. Her mother walked away after giving her a quick kiss on her forehead.

Her last class of the day was passing by as usual. At the beginning of the period, her classmates were giving her frequent stares. But they didn't talk about it with her or make any comments she could hear. She rarely spoke with anyone anyway, so her self-isolation saved her from explaining her slutty outfits.

The class was close to the end when three people barged into the room. They were the principal, Mr Matthias, accompanied by her mother and her gym teacher, Mr Harrison.

"Sorry to interrupt your class, Mr Robert. We're conducting a surprise drug inspection again."

"No need to apologize. My class was almost finished anyway. Let's hope the kids are clean this time. Last time was embarrassing for our school."

Rose found it logical that they would do another inspection after five seniors were caught with drugs. One of them was a girl from her class. She had hidden weeds under her panties but still got caught when she was body searched. Grassy Pussy became a big joke for a week at that time.

Mr Harrison started inspecting the boys and her mother, Mrs Dunphy, the girls. Students stayed at their desks. The teachers went to everyone's place and checked their bags first, then lightly patted down their bodies. The principal, Mr Matthias, did nothing; he only bounced around the whole as if to inspect the inspectors. They started from the front row, so it took a while for them to approach the back row. Rose always chose to sit.

Rita finished her girls except one. She approached her daughter, and Rose got up and stood in the aisles between the desks. She looked at her mom and saw a visible confusion on her face.

"Mr Matthias, I have a question. Wouldn't it be a conflict of interest if I inspected my own daughter?"

"Actually, yes. I wouldn't care that much personally. But it would be better if someone she's inspected by someone else. "Should I call another female teacher or perhaps a nurse?" Mr. Matthias asked, nodding in agreement with Rita's suggestion.

"Nah, it's fine. We wouldn't want to trouble Mr. Robert any more than we already have," Rita said, turning to her daughter with a raised eyebrow. "You're fine with this, aren't you, honey?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Rose sighed, trapped by her mother's scowling glances.

"I'm almost done with the boys. Just two more minutes," said the gym teacher, checking Rose out from head to toe.

"One more thing, I believe it's crucial for her to be inspected at the front of the class, in full view of everyone. I want to avoid any whispers among the students suggesting that Rose received special treatment because she is the teacher's daughter. We need to ensure absolute transparency, don't we?"

"Absolutely! Why don't you come over here, young lady, and wait for Mr. Harrison to finish up?" said the principal, beckoning Rose to the teacher's desk.

After a few moments, the gym teacher joined them in front of the teacher's desk and took the schoolbag from Rose. He started rummaging the stuff inside. Rose was not ready for the first thing he was going to unleash.

It was a black dildo, about 8 inches long. There was a loud gasp from the audience.

"Wow, not bad. Suppose you can take it all. Wasn't expecting that, though," said Mr Harrison in an amused voice.

"Rose Dunphy. Did you steal my dildo? You could've just asked for a new one. Or did you want this one specifically because it's custom-molded in your dad's shape?"

"No, mom, I don't know how it got there. I swear...." said Rose, mortified by this discovery. She kept thinking about who had pulled a prank on her. Her mother wouldn't go this far to humiliate her, would she?

"Shut up. Don't talk if you are going to lie. Don't spew anything from your mouth until the inspection is over."

Rose looked down in shame. She had never felt such humiliation in public before, and she could feel the weight of her classmates' gazes upon her.

"Don't be so hard on her, Rita. I'm sure it's the age. She was just curious," the old principal tried to be sympathetic to his student.

"I think it's more than that. This morning, I found her grinding her ass on my husband's crotch. While being topless.

Mr Matthias was about to respond but was interrupted by Mr Harrison's next revelation. It was a bright red open-cup lace bra.

"What a fucking slut!" There were some murmur reactions from the students this time. Though not intended, everyone heard them.

"You stole my bra too. You wanna wear that to seduce your dad?"

"Come on. Don't always assume the worst. Maybe she liked yours and bought a similar one. Are you even sure yours is not still lying in your bottom drawer?" said the principal, still choosing Rose's side.

"It's not that. The bra is in my size. Not hers. Hers would be one size smaller."

"Really? You both look the same size to me."

"You got to be kidding me. Come here." Rita gestured for the principal to stand beside Rose. Then, she rounded behind her daughter and pulled the hem of her crop top up, exposing her tits for all to see.

Everyone's eyes were fixed upon the sight. There was a pin-drop silence for a few seconds. Suddenly, as if in a choir, loud gasps and wows were in sync all over the students. Some secretly took out their phones and began taking pictures quietly.

Rose couldn't believe how low her mother would stoop to embarrass her. She couldn't even give a presentation before the class without stuttering and shaking legs. She wished that the ground would just open up and swallow her whole so she could escape this hell. The hell in the underworld had to be better than this. But despite all of this, she felt a sensation, unfamiliar but pleasurable, in a part of her body she had never explored well before.

"They still look the same size to me. Even the nipples are small but pointy, just like yours. Are you sure she also didn't steal your nipples and put them on hers?"

The implication of how the principal knew about her mother's nipples was lost on her. She could barely keep herself together. Then, she saw her mother grabbing the older man and placing him just behind her.

Rita took the principal's right hand and placed them on Rose's right boob. They were still out in the air, the top crumpled together, supported by her racks. His left hand soon followed as if on autopilot and did the same for the other one.

"Feel her. Feel her good. And tell me they feel the same as mine."

Mr Matthias didn't need to be told twice. He began fondling her tits like kneading the dough. She closed her eyes. A cocktail of emotions washed over her, which was too much to handle. Her legs gave in. The principal leaned back a bit to place his weight on the desk. He balanced her ass on his bulge, where half his blood rushed in. He felt a little lightheaded. But his hands were on a mission they were not ready to abandon.

The room had only two sounds: Rose's heavy breathing and the principal's frequent groans. Everyone was watching them with pin-drop silence. A couple of minutes passed, but the scene in front of the class remained unchanged. Some hand movements were going on for some of the boys.

"Oh! They feel so good. They feel exactly like yours when you were a newlywed and just joined here. And her nipples! Man!"

"Sir, there's nothing else worth noting in the bag. May I start her body inspection now?" asked the gym teacher, hoping for some action for himself, also sporting a giant boner.

"No need for that. As you can see, I have already checked the upper body. And as for the lower body," he snaked his right hand downwards and cupped her crotch softly, the left still at its old job. Grinding his bulge along her ass crack up and down, he rubbed his right hand all over the front of her denim shorts for a few seconds. Mr Harrison was not happy. He looked pissed for missing his chance at the 'inspection'.

Suddenly, he moved from behind her, pushing her softly so she could balance her own weight. She opened her eyes for the first time since the groping had started. As if her brain had just regained power, she jerked forward and almost ran to her desk. She laid her head down on the desk.

"Ah, I guess, you were right after all. Her breasts feel a size smaller than yours. I guess you're gonna punish her for this?"

"You bet. She gets one less item of clothing tomorrow," answered Rita, eyeing her daughter at the back.