Becoming My Stepmother's Slave Pt. 06

This is a work of fiction; it's not meant to be realistic. It includes many kinks and fetishes, including feederism, watersports, lezdom, blackmail, and implied scat or light scat. If these offend you, this story may not be for you. I want to thank everyone for the positive feedback on the last chapter. It was greatly appreciated. Please let me know your thoughts and criticism in the comments, and feel free to let me know what you want to see next. Thank you for reading, and apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors I missed. I truly hope you all enjoy it.

Part 6

Finally, the drug wore off, it had taken a few days but I realized the need to touch myself wasn't over powering any more, in fact it felt like this brain fog that had clouded all my judgement the last few weeks had finally vanished. Able to think clearly, I felt like such a fool, thirsting after Amanda who isn't even a lesbian or a decent human, and falling for her and Kimberly's trap. That drug had seriously caused a lapse in my judgement.

It was a huge relief for it to wear off, but in some ways I longed to be back in that state, because it just made my current predicament all the more horrifying. That predicament being, Kimberly's blackmail and her insane obsession with me.

Kimberly was a monster but she wasn't reckless, her plan seemed fool proof, I had no idea how many copies of the blackmail she kept and I had no way of accessing any of her accounts. And she was careful, she never left me unsupervised, not even for a moment. We would spend every second of everyday together, even when she had to use the restroom, I would have to accompany her, and be witness to all the horrible smells and sounds.

Luckily my sick leave was up, and I was finally able to go back to classes. This meant I was able to get some freedom since I had a couple classes that she didn't. But now she insisted I wear this ridiculous chastity belt when I wasn't with her. I also had to go straight to class and back to her place, no stopping, even for a second. I could break out of the belt easily if I really tried but I knew better than to do that, she was far too unhinged.

I realized the only way to keep her happy was a mixture of being bratty and obedient, it was all about finding that balance. If I was too bratty and didn't obey her she would punish and humiliate me even more, and if I was too obedient, she quickly realized she could up the ante and make things worse for me.

On top of all that, I was still doing work for two, since I was writing all of Amanda's papers for her. I had no access to my own things, they were locked up in my dorm with Amanda. This included, my phone, all my important documents, and my debit card which had all my money aside from some emergency cash I had stashed away, and of course my clothes.

Fortunately, or Unfortunately for me Kimberly bought me an all new wardrobe, although I had to use the term, new, loosely as it all looked like it came from a thrift store. The theme was pretty simple, old, worn, tight, skimpy and embarrassing. I dare not ask her if the panties she got me were brand new because it was just better not to know. There was nothing crazy enough for the school to have a problem with but enough that the other students would look at me like I was this weirdo.

I pleaded with Kimberly, "Please these clothes are ridiculous, you know I would never wear this," I said, as I looked at myself in the mirror, with a short skirt and crop top, with a bright red lace thong underneath, and a bra to match. "I can't go out in public like this."

"Wow, being a little bratty are we, remember you were the one that ran across campus basically naked, when you could have just stayed here," She said condescendingly.

"That was because of that stupid drug," I shouted.

"Well maybe I need to pay Dr. Zane a visit and get some more, maybe then you'll listen to me," She threatened, which shut me up immediately.

"Good, that's better, now it's time for an over the knee spanking wouldn't you agree? I don't tolerate complaining, Piggy." Kimberly said.

I walked over to where she was sat on the dining room chair and lay my stomach over her lap. I didn't want to but I had to play her game for now. She took her time, and groped my ass, before an onslaught of slaps hit my cheeks like a freight train. She didn't hold back. I could handle pain but I couldn't help but shed a tear.

Without time to react and still in a state of disarray from the spanking she clasped something around my neck, just from the locking noise I realize this wasn't something I could take off easily. It was the last addition to my new wardrobe, a steel, utilitarian looking collar, that Kimberly forced me to wear 24/7. In the front was a round metal tag, that wrote, Kimberly's piggy. It was small so hopefully no one could read it but it still attracted lots of attention which is exactly what Kimberly wanted.

My wardrobe aside, now that my leave was over and I was back to classes I hoped things would get back to normal but things just began to escalate, slowly but surely. I wasn't in high school, this was university, and that meant I had a lot of time between classes and a lot of time back at Kimberly's place. So now my humiliation was divided throughout the entire day, and Kimberly was smart, she kept ramping it slowly hoping I wouldn't notice, but I did.

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Kimberly made sure I ate a ridiculous amount of food every day, and for someone my height, it was really starting to show. At first I didn't know if it was because of my new clothes or if I was actually getting bigger, but the scale put that theory to rest. It had only been a month under Kimberly's control but I had already put on 20 pounds. But this wasn't good enough to her.

The worst was the way she wanted to celebrate our one-month anniversary, or our "Month-a-versary," as she called it.

"I'm so happy our month-a-versary fell on a Sunday, this way we have the whole day together, and I've just the way to celebrate, I've got all your favorite foods piggy. Let's see we've got some sushi, some authentic Italian pizza, shrimp alfredo, rib eye steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, Brussel sprouts, garlic bread, and the list goes on. And I didn't forget about dessert, we've got crème brulee, ice cream, custard tarts, a few slices of cheese cake and One more surprise. Don't worry though I'm pretty hungry so I'll probably eat a decent amount, the rest is all yours though," Kimberly said.

"That's impossible no one can eat that amount of food, I'll burst." I said pleading with her.

"Now slut, you're only fooling yourself, I was friends with you before, I saw you scarf down half a pizza, I know what you are. You're a fat little piggy at heart, I'm just helping you be your true self. Now are you refusing this food I paid good money for on our special day?" She asked in a serious manner.

"No, I'm not, I'll do my best," I said, trying to de-escalate the situation. Still thinking there was no way she can expect me to eat all that food in one day.

"No, you're going to eat everything I put in front of you, got it? And you can have your favorite meal when you're done," She said as she put her hand over her pussy.

"Oh and as for you last surprise..." She said as she brought out a big box, and opened it, "Isn't it just the cutest thing," She said revealing a large pink, three tier cake, with the words, "Happy anniversary piggy," written on top, with a figure of a pig in a pigsty.

That day was grueling, half way though I was going between having a food coma and feeling like my stomach was going to burst. But Kimberly refused to have any mercy, she strapped me to the chair and fed me one bite at a time until everything had disappeared.

At the end of the night and after a small reprieve from all the food it was time for the cake. she pushed her hand into my cake and started forcing handfuls of in my mouth, with sips of milk in between to help the cake go down. Being a pig herself she couldn't help but eat a few handfuls as well. It felt like an eternity before I made any headway and I had to stop and take breaks for fear that I would throw up.

"Please Kimberly, no more, I can't do this, no human being can eat this much, I'm done." I said firmly after reaching my breaking point refusing to open my mouth.

"Fine then I'm going to release the video of you fucking your asshole, with Amanda's panties stuffed in your mouth," She said grabbing her phone.

Fuck I didn't want that out there, people were already looking at me funny, if that got out I would become the school slut, I thought to myself.

"Fine I'll do it, just don't release it," I said.

"You're damn right you'll do it, and I'm going to have to punish you for that disobedience too, then maybe you'll learn how things work now." She said speaking to me as if I were a child being scolded.

"And I was so proud of you, your stomach is bursting at the seams, I think I may have given you a few new stretch marks today too. But you just had to ruin our special day. No matter, At least I can enjoy your punishment," She said.

"Now I can make this even worst but I won't in fact this might just help the rest of the cake go down. I know you love the taste of my ass and pussy, but I haven't showered since yesterday, and you saw what I did to the toilet earlier... I think you know where I'm going with this." She said, as she took off her top and pulled down her pants and her panties.

She teased me by shaking a spreading her ass in front my face. The smell was pungent and I could see little balls of toilet paper stuck in her dark ass crack. Immediately I felt the need to gag, then she reached down grabbed a slice of cake and pushed it as far in as it could go between her humongous ass cheeks, Spilling cake all over.

"Dig in piggy," Kimberly ordered.

In that moment I had no choice but to swallow my pride and eat it up, my face and hair messy with cake and icing all over it. I truly felt like a pig. My only solace was that the sickeningly sweet cake was masking some of her awful taste.

"How does my cake taste bitch?" Kimberly asked snickering.

"Good Queen," I said, since she liked to be referred to as my African Queen.

"Only good? I think we can do better then," She said, before releasing a bassy wet fart that pushed bubbles out of her messy cake covered hole.

"That's better, now I think you'll find it tastes even better right slut?" She asked.

"Yes Queen it's delicious." I replied as I tried to hide my disgust, as I licked up her tainted icing covered hole.

"Good, then I expect you to lick up every crumb with some enthusiasm," She said grinning, all too pleased with herself.

She had worked so hard, conditioning my mind to be turned on by this type of torture. She would always push her wand against my clit when I was being humiliated or stuffing my face, or in this case both. I couldn't help but get wet but I wasn't going to touch myself. I had my full self-control and my disgust of her was too strong.

After eating the next slice from her hairy mound, where I no doubt swallowed some of her pubic hairs, I brought her to multiple orgasms to the point that she was ready to pass out, so she strapped me into my harness and dropped on her bed and fell asleep.

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Since the drug wore off she could tell I wasn't desperate for her touch. Now, I did get turned on by some types of humiliation thanks to Diana but Kimberly was just too disgusting. She was by far worse than Diana ever was, in every way, personality, looks, and just humanity, and that was saying something. It was clear she didn't have any morals or honor, and from our many conversations over the next month I realized she was far more delusional than I could ever imagined.

Like this conversation we had before bed, where she told me about all her plans for us and our future.

"I can't wait to turn you into my fat piggy, I'm going to make you way bigger than me, Like I want you to have a huge belly so no one would ever find you attractive." She said.

"what do you have to gain by making me unattractive," I asked trying to figure out why she was so hell bent on making me fat.

"Well a lot actually, revenge for you calling me fat and turning me down, do you remember that? When you shouted that at me at the bar, I think it's only fair you see what it's like actually being fat, to learn your lesson. You know walking a mile in my shoes an all that. Also the power to make you into whatever I want gives me such a rush, it's like a high," She said.

"All this just to get revenge on me for that one incident? I apologized for that so many times. I mean haven't you already gotten revenge 100 times over for that?" I asked trying to make sense of this.

"Well honestly... It's not just revenge on you, but on everyone. You could never understand. Growing up rich and being black wasn't as easy as you think, yes my dad wanted to give me the best of everything so I went to the best schools, wore the best clothes, we lived in the best neighborhoods. But you know what money couldn't buy?" she asked.

"What?" I asked just humoring her because I knew I had to.

"Acceptance, every school I went to, no one wanted to talk to me, and even people that were nice to me never wanted to be real friends, they would never invite me to hang out, it wasn't anything personal they would say. All because of my skin color. In high school, I finally found someone who was different or so I thought. She would invite me over to her house to do homework, we would watch movies, I would have dinner with her family. She was beautiful, you look a bit like her. I knew there was chemistry between us, so I confessed my feelings to her. And it turns out she liked me too. I was so happy. I was over the moon actually. But a couple days later she started acting differently around me, making excuses not to hang out. Eventually she texted me that we should break up. I asked why and she told me her family wasn't okay with her being with a girl. I was heartbroken, but I also felt terrible for her since she was being forced to do this." Kimberly explained.

"Sounds like that was a bad situation for the both of you," I said.

"Well... fast forward a couple weeks, it's prom and even though I didn't want to go my dad insisted. So imagine my surprise, when I saw her with another girl dancing. I waited till she went to the bathroom to confront her. She stumbled trying to come up with an excuse but eventually she confessed. Her family were fine with her being with a girl but not a black girl. I tried to convince her that we can still find a way to make it work, but she said she moved on, and that I should too. She said she could never choose me over her family." Kimberly explained, "That kind of thing happened to me far too often, I was always treated like a second class citizen."

"Wait so you are getting your revenge on her through me?" I asked trying to make sense of this.

"Well on every white girl that treated me like shit, it's just you because with this blackmail you're all mine. I actually really like you though, so I guess I lucked out, and I don't want you being able to leave me for anyone else, so I'll make you fat and unattractive if I have to. Also I love having the power to make you into anything I want, knowing you will never refuse me, that feeling is better than anything in the world." She said.

"Which brings me to my next order of business, your tongue and tits," She said.

"What about them?" I asked terrified.

"Well, since you belly is starting to hang a lot more I think it's starting to sag more than your tits, and that's just not good enough, your tits need to keep up too, so I'm going to start helping you stretch them out. We'll tie them up and put some weight to pull them down. I think after a few hours a day for the next few months your tits should be nice and saggy." She explained.

"As for your tongue, it's just not long enough, so I'm going to put a clamp on it with a weight at the end, hopefully that should help stretch it out, so you can really get deep in my ass when I tell you clean it. I can't wait till I've stretched it out a few inches so it can really do its job." She said.

I was scared but relieved at the same time, I really thought she might do something much worse, so I had a look of relief on my face.

"You thought I was going to make you get boob job or something?" She asked.

"I didn't know what to think I just knew it was going to be bad," I said.

"Well it looks like you know me pretty good then, don't worry I'll save the plastic surgery for after we get married when we finish university. I can't wait to pop your cherry on our special night." She said with excitement.

I was mortified, at the thought of that, and I never imagined this could go on for the next month far more the next few years. I felt a level of panic that I've never felt before, hearing her words.

"But you don't have to worry about anything permanent anytime soon... although Larissa has been trying to convince me to let her give you a tattoo and some piercings, so I guess we'll see, depending on your behavior. Anyways get some sleep, you're starting to fall behind on your work and I can't have you failing, got it?" She said.

Married?! Plastic surgery?! Was she out of her mind? Did she really think I would let this last forever? She was truly insane. I would rather her release the blackmail and be labelled a racist bigot than be with her. Luckily I had some time to try and figure out if there was a way I could get rid of the blackmail and get rid of her from my life.

"Yes I have a lot to catch up on," I said knowing I couldn't argue right now.

"Yes...What?" She said.

"Yes Queen" I said complying with her request.

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I had been using the next month to study Kimberly's moves. Trying to figure out, if she was a light sleeper by talking to her a few hours after she fell asleep. I had also been trying to glance as she typed in the password to her laptop. It was difficult because I couldn't raise any suspicion, but I was able to figure out the first few letters of her password, B, A, C. So far that was all.

She used her finger print to unlock her phone, so I was curious if she slept deep enough to where I could use her finger and unlock it. This all hedged on me getting out of the harness and that seemed impossible since it completely restricted my hands.

I also tried to pretend to be interested in her and subtly ask her more about herself since I didn't know that much, and something from her personal life could be the key to figuring out her password or something.

"So how long have you and Larissa been friends?" I asked.

"Well, she actually works for me, I mean we are close, and we are friends, but she's also an employee," Kimberly replied.

"Wait she works for you? Doing what?" I asked actually curious.

"This and that, she's pretty much my personal assistant, I actually do something besides go to school you know," She said vaguely.

"Oh what do you do?" I asked feeling like I was getting somewhere.

"I buy and sell real-estate," She said nonchalantly.

"Wow that must be expensive, so Larissa helps you with that?" I asked trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah pretty much, and it is but you know my dad is rich, and I mean rich rich, and he always trained me on how be an entrepreneur, so once I turned 18, he gave me some money and told me to use it and try to make more." She replied.

"Must be nice," I said.

"It has its perks," She said, "Don't worry though I'll let Larissa know you miss her. She's dying to come back and have some more fun with you. That girl is a real sadist." She said teasing me.

I also discovered the name of her high school, St. Abigail's catholic school, prestigious private catholic school.