Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2020 03:40:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Being responsible Being Responsible by KC Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it isn't free to operate it and requires a substantial amount of money to continue operating. I therefore urge everyone who reads my story and the other stories on Nifty.org to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so as to allow the website to remain operating for your enjoyment. We lived (all ten of us) in the very deep wilderness of the Ozark Mountains inside a small but still comfortable cabin with very few modern amenities, although we did have a diesel fuelled generator for electricity, which had been daddy's final gift to momma when she'd told him about her illness and her life expectancy, which ended very quickly soon after the generator was installed and running. Still life moves on regardless, especially so for me because of the promise I made momma. "It's time to fulfil the promise you made to your dead momma Mark" poppa told me as he entered my room naked and his thick cock "very" erect. Just as naked I quickly thought of my promise to both momma and poppa and how over the past 5 months, I had willingly adapted to living the feminine role within our family. So taking a deep breath, I followed poppa out into the cabin's big room and looking at my other 7 brothers, silently knelt down on and into a small handmade cow holding type chute, which poppa then slowly eased shut around my neck and shoulders, before fastening straps to each of my legs and ankles and then three more around my hips, waist and chest. As they were tightened they pulled my naked torso more upright and made it impossible for me to move any part of my body below my shoulders even in the slightest. I then felt his rough calloused hands carefully pry my anal cheeks apart before he directed my oldest brother, to insert something very cold and hard carefully inside my arse that left my opening back there now wedged entirely open. Then poppa poured some kind of thick greasy liquid into my arsehole and after about 10 seconds, had him say in a satisfied tone of voice "that should be enough for now" before I felt the wedge being slid out from inside of me. Poppa then gathered my brothers closely around infront of me and again told them about how I had selflessly agreed to becoming the female presence in the home and that none of them (under pain of a brutal beating) was ever to harm me and they were to obey me whenever I asked them to do something. After getting each son to agree to this, he walked over to a box and lifted something shaped like a thick dog bone out of it before walking back over behind me and asking if I was ready. I'd only just said yes when I felt my arsehole being so forcefully stretched open that I could only shriek helplessly in pain before I saw poppa now standing infront of me and softly telling me that the first time is always the most painful. As he was saying this I was loudly and furiously snorting deep breaths of air, due both to the pain and at just how stretched wide I felt back there and how sore it felt, before he ordered two of my brothers to start undoing my straps. Once the straps were undone and the wooden frame eased away from my neck, poppa helped me to try and stand up, which I clumsily tried to do since my legs no longer were able to close up properly. I also found it painful to try and stand up properly straight, before he made me try and begin walking. I found myself staggering with my feet pigeon toe pointed dramatically inwards while my hips seemed to have to sway to even allow me to try and move forward anywhere. Poppa helped me back into my room before handing me one of the nighties Momma and I had purchased for me to wear and once I had put it on, he'd lifted me onto the bed as I was still unable to move properly. For the rest of the day I simply laid back on the bed, only managing to struggle up and shuffle waddle over to the toilet to wee. The bone shaped thing inside me was now only a mindful throbbing intruder, not painful any more, but making my bum feel a low distracting throbbing that was clearly distracting, without being excruciatingly painful. ******** That evening Poppa allowed my brothers to gather round my bed and talk to me about things they'd done today, never once mentioning what they had seen done to me earlier in the day, offering only comments about if I was feeling better now and so on. About sunset (8pm) Poppa came in and carefully lifted me up and carried me in his arms into what used to be his and momma's room before carefully placing me down onto the bed there. I then silently watched him undress while my eyes looked helplessly at his huge thick cock, which I'd seen quite often now since I'd begun giving him blowjobs during momma's final days alive. I'd marvelled at how momma was even able to let poppa's cock slide inside of her it was so thick and she'd happily told me (after poppa had left to commence farm chores) it actually felt very nice and I'd think so too after I grew used to it being inside me. Momma felt it was her duty to tell me all about poppa's likes and dislikes making love and her advice had certainly proved correct when I started to suck him off. Momma had in turn also helped me by training poppa to take more care about his personal hygiene and to always wash himself down there before wanting me to suck him off. I felt poppa's weight make the mattress dip slightly, before I felt his body snuggling into mine and his arm sliding across my stomach and slowly sliding up around my budding breasts before his fingers found one of my hard nipples and began to slowly caress it while he began softly kissing the back of my neck sending my now hormone overdosed body frantically crazy till he finally drifted off to sleep, leaving me sexually wired and unable to even close my eyes let alone sleep. The next morning saw me again placing myself into the handmade chute device and this time having to suffer not only poppa forcefully pulling out my anal intruder but after I'd pooped, forcefully shoving it back inside me again, while my brothers stared at me silently. My shrieks were no less loud or the pain less than last time before Poppa then helped me waddle back into "our" bedroom and help me up onto the bed to again rest for the day. This went on for the next five days before poppa quietly told me he was moving to place a thicker bone inside of me for the next week and that if I could handle that, there'd be another increase in thickness until he had used all five plugs in me to stretch me till I was soft. Knowing this was to happen to me already (momma had explained all this simply and clearly to me what I'd have to go through), didn't have poppa telling me (with my brothers avidly listening) make me feel any better or any less nervous. The reason I was being anally stretched was because our family didn't have the money for a sex change operation on me and because of the lack of available women for poppa to replace momma with, I'd have to be broken in to allow poppa his conjugal rights as a man. And with 8 children, poppa had certainly exercised his conjugal rights with momma, not that she ever said she'd complained about it she'd told me in confidence. After my first week of anal training, poppa resumed his conjugal benefits with BJ's of a morning and an evening before sleep. And just as when momma had been alive, my brothers got to receive sexual relief once a week of a Friday evening, which I was happy to comply with. Poppa had even enforced the washing rule on them as well, so at least I had clean cocks to suck. After that first week I was also expected to resume my role as sole female in charge of cooking, washing, cleaning and chores around the cabin. Initially my anal intruder had made it awkward to bend down but in time I managed to find a way to do so more easily and with less discomfort. By the middle of the 5th and final week of my arse being stretched to be wide enough for sex, poppa was concerned that my anal ring hadn't lost any of its elasticity. Admittedly I did gape somewhat now, but certainly not enough to allow poppa free access to my arse whenever he felt the urge. I looked on in apprehensive shock as I watched him show me a much thicker plug he was working on for inside of me. The thickness of his hand crafted substitute was quite dramatically thicker than even the one presently inside of me, which I'd learnt measured eight inches on the measuring tape poppa had used to show me. Poppa's substitute handmade plug was 12 inches round using the measuring tape, with very little rounding about the head of it. The base was about 18 inches round so at least I wouldn't have to worry about that sliding into me, although the stubby rounded head frightened me out of mind. At least the 5 plugs I'd used now had enough round the head to allow for some ease of entry inside of me. So with only two days before the end of the 5th week, I was actually grateful to feel a need to wake up one night and experience actually feeling as if ,y anus was tearing itself apart. My loud shriek of pain had woken up poppa who when I'd told him about what I felt was happening down there, wriggled up close to me and happily began fondling my nipples while happily whispering to me I'd soon be feeling his cock inside me all the time as well as my brothers every Friday evening. Poppa's excitedly called out to my brothers to come see Mary now even though it must have been around 2am, then he hurriedly helped me out of bed and guided me to the chute and after strapping me down as well as tying my up, saw him easily remove the thick plug intruder inside my arse. He easily pulled it out and returned it inside me again several more times, before quickly unfastening the straps around my body and helping me to stand back up, then assisting me to walk to the bathroom, where after I'd pooped he'd given me 5 enema cleansings till I could only expel clear water from inside of me. Then he instructed me to go back into the main room and kneel on the couch facing the other way, where upon having obeyed him, I felt his fingers work lubricant inside me before I felt his thick hand slowly ease inside of my back door. I then experienced his fingers forming into a fist and begin to plunge deeper into me then begin pulling all the way out of me, before he would repeat pushing his now tightly gripped fist back inside of me again. He did this for several minutes and the motions of his fist entering and leaving me was causing me to grunt softly. "That's right Mary, get used to that arse of yours being pounded, because you're going to get fucked legless tonight and then again in the morning, and tomorrow evening you'll have all your brothers to look after as well as me. I then expect to fuck you every day wherever possible and several times a day when I feel like it" I was informed. "Now, let's get that opening flexible" and poppa proceeded to use both hands in a fighting motion, with one fist replacing the other inside me as the other pulled out of me. He did this continuously for perhaps ten minutes or so, building up the speed of the fisting ever faster. Three of my oldest brothers shouted excited encouragement to poppa to make me moan louder (which I had been unconsciously doing much to my horror). Finally poppa stopped fisting me leaving both of his arms deep inside me, before he tried flexing his arms apart to stretch me even more. My body was now drooped over the couch like a partly filled air mattress, with me too exhausted to even care where I was or what was being done to me. My mind and body were simply too exhausted to care anymore. As dad got up to head to the bathroom again to wash his hands and arms, He instructed my 3 oldest brothers to keep fisting me for 10 minutes "each", which they happily and enthusiastically did, each one shouting encouragement to the others about making sure I was good and ready for tomorrow night, before poppa sitting down and watching the entire episode, told them to go wash their own arms and hands then head back to bed and get some sleep. Eventually dad picked a physically exhausted and shattered me like a limp raggedy doll and carried me back into the bathroom where he cleaned me off outside and inside before drying me off and carrying me back into "our" bedroom and "our" bed. Telling me he had to go off to start work, he left me with the words he'd be back around lunchtime for a little bit of afternoon delight and not to be wearing any panties when he did, or else he'd give me an arse whooping I'd never forget and that if he ever saw a pair of my panties on me again (unless I was sicker than a dog) he'd get the farm dogs to breed me every day for a month. By the time lunchtime came around, I made sure I wore only an apron and nothing under it for when he walked through the back door. When he did he ended up not eating till after 2pm as he made up for any lost time conjugal rights fucking. I was raw and sore by the time he was done, with the only lubricant being used being his cum, so his first entry was painfully savage and I was exceptionally noisy screaming for him to stop. That night after tea, poppa again took what he felt was his and he must have cum inside me at least four times, leaving my legs and thighs a gooey slippery mess. He did the same thing around dawn Friday morning before I had to prepare breakfast for everyone, noisily leaving small globs of poppa's semen on the kitchen floor, much to all of my brother's amusement. That evening was a blur of cocks and constant fucking. Poppa had agreed to allow (just this once) everyone to use "our" (he called it HIS matrimonial) bed to fuck me on instead of using their rooms. Every one of my brothers was allowed to watch as each of them took me missionary, cowgirl reverse cowgirl, doggy, upside down and every which way but loose, before I was allowed to go shower and douche. I even had to gargle after poppa decided to tag team me while he and my youngest brother spit roasted me. By the end of the month, there was some sense of normality in the cabin once again although poppa was still sowing his oats twice (sometimes three and once four) times a day. My brothers were slaked each Friday and I was finally starting to fill out up top courtesy of all the hormones I took. I'm trying to talk poppa into letting me have a sex change, so he can have all the benefits and none of the hassles and do you know ... I think he's giving it some serious thought. Writers appreciate feedback on their writing endeavours. Please feel free to contact me kennethcoomber@yahoo.com with any comments or opinions, be they negative or favourable.