Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 176/24: Telling Crystal

My cock drove deep into my Sissy bitches ass. The slap of my hips against his ass cheeks filled the locker room and his cry of pleasure filled the room as I felt his ass twitching all over my cock. His body trembled, and I noticed a lack of semen from his caged clit as I pulled my cock back out rapidly before thrusting back in while he came all over my cock with his asshole.

"Mistressh! Misstresh!" Kyle moaned out; his words slurred as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I looked down at him while he experienced an anal orgasm as my cock drove deep inside him again and again. My cock easily slid deep into my cum as I watched him and released my emotions into his ass.

Kyle was barely responsive as I drove my cock deep. His only response was to moan out, "Mistressh," In slurred moans as my hands started to join in teasing his nipple while the other held him on the bench to stop him from falling onto the floor.

Reaching my peak, I released my seed, letting my mind blank for only moments, barely a reprieve from my wavy emotions as I realized I was going to be a mother. It wouldn't leave my head, and I felt myself pulling back and driving my cock in harder than ever, smacking my hips against Kyles as he cried out, and his caged cock released seed as I continued to dump my own seed deep inside of him.

As my ejaculation came to an end, so did my thrusting as I finally pulled out of Kyle after quickly fucking him and abusing him three times in a row. The class was going to be soon, and I reached down and grabbed the cum covered butt plug, and walked to the bathroom to clean up the plug. It took only a few seconds, and when I returned, I looked at the semi-conscious sissy on the bench. His legs fell to the floor, and his arms and legs were trembling as his eyes were almost only white.

This was a satisfied sissy bitch that I had abused, and looking him over, I couldn't think about him. I could only go back to previous thoughts that I would be a mother. I shook my head, reached down, and returned the plug to his ass before shaking him a little. "Wake up, Sissy," I told him, "You have class, and you need to be in a room full of people knowing that you have a gallon of my cum in your sissy asshole, quickly converting your ass into a womb for me to fill."

My words were complete bullshit, but something resonated in me with them, and Kyle moaned. His eyes finally focused and looked at me, "Yesh, Mistress," He said and slowly got up with a freshly plugged ass, "I feel so full," He commented a moment later. He looked down at himself, and I could see him sigh, "Mistress," He said, turning to look up at me, "Can you release me so I can clean up my dick, please?" Kyle asked, and I looked down at his spunk-covered caged cock.

My mood wasn't at the point I was willing to give something for free, my eyes narrowed, and my cock throbbed. I looked at him for a moment in thought before I smirked as a thought struck my clouded head. "Okay, but only under one condition," I told him as I reached down and grabbed his cum covered cage, making him moan. I felt his cock throb in the cage and looked down into his misty eyes.

"W-what is it, Mistress?" He moaned out the question, and I smiled.

"I had a thought, now that I am thinking about it," I told him, "From now on, you will from now on never call this useless thing," I began tugging his cage, "A Cock. Instead," I smirked, "This will be your Clit. You will refer to it as your clit or clitty from now on, with your ass naturally being your pussy. If you have a problem with it, you can wait till you get home to clean up your clitty." I finished with a smirk.

Kyle looked up at me with surprise, then a blush. He looked very hesitant and shook his head in his first genuine refusal, and I smiled. "I will not force you. Go put on your panties. When I see you next, I will make sure to take good care of your little clitty and ensure it is clean. For now, make sure to wash it properly when you get home." I finished telling him, much to his surprise. My mood was a little off, but Kyle took severe punishment today, and I wasn't about to punish him for not following a demand. I just wouldn't give him what he wanted.

Shame and embarrassment covered his face, and he looked away, almost guilty for refusing me. As he was still lying on the bench, I reached down and made him look up at me. "Now, Sissy, You are allowed to refuse orders you don't want to follow. Do not be ashamed of that, and don't feel bad for it. Maybe I will ask you in the future, or maybe you will come to me one day and ask me to refer to your cock only as a clitty. That is normal," I said seriously, even as my mind struggled to stay on the subject. "You are allowed boundaries, and making one will let me know where to stop if you want to break that boundary later; that is up to you. Now," I finished pointing at his discarded clothing, "Go put on your Panties, sissy and get dressed; the bell will ring any second now."

As if it was waiting for me to say that, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch; I turned and started to get dressed. I took a moment to clean my cock off of the leftover semen and intestinal fluids from deep in my sissy. I noticed the lack of dirt from his ass and realized that this sissy must have cleaned deep inside with an enema. I didn't tell him to do that, and I had to ask now that I was thinking of it. "Little Sissy," I said out loud, making Kyle look at me. "Did you enema yourself last night?" I asked to point blank, and Kyle blushed a deep crimson from ear to ear as he put on his shirt. His pink panties are now stained with cum.

"Y- Ye- Yes, M- M- Mistress," Kyle stumbled over his words hard as he continued to blush. "I- I didn't want your cock to get dirty inside me," He finished and quickly started to pull up his pants. I could see how much that confession embarrassed him, and I smiled.

"Well, Good, Sissy. I will reward you later for that. Ensure you clean your pussy out for me every day in case I feel like using it." I ordered, and I saw Kyle smiling before turning away and nodding. I got moving, picked up my clothing, and noticed I hadn't finished my lunch completely. I frowned again and remembered the reason for my lack of appetite as it wouldn't go away,

I was going to be a mother.

It made me frown as dozens of emotions came over me, and finally, I couldn't help but wonder what Crystal would think of this. I wasn't going to see her till Saturday, but now I wanted to see her tonight. I would also be dealing with the twins tonight before I headed where ever. I had no plans even where I was sleeping tonight. My mind was all over the place, and while I was thinking, the second bell went.

Kyle had already left, and I finished dressing and began walking and eating the last of my lunch. I needed to make it to class and be responsible for my schoolwork. It was my backup plan to being a Pro sports player, although the money I am making from being a Mistress would probably beat any job a university degree could give me.

Still, an education could never be taken from me, so I wanted one. I sighed and finished my lunch as I walked in the now empty hallways and finally decided that I would text Crystal before the gym. My mind was a mess, and I reached the closed door of my third-period class. I opened the door and got a fresh glare from yet another teacher.

"Angela, You are five minutes late," The teacher informed me.

"Sorry," I replied, "I didn't want to interrupt you. I just arrived late by accident," I told her, and the expression the teacher looked at me with was one of concern instead of anger.

"Okay, Go sit down and pay attention to the class. Try not to be late in the future," The teacher finished.

I nodded, moved to my normal seat, and pulled my things out quickly. The Teacher restarted their lesson without another word about me coming in late. The teacher brought up some interesting points, and I focused on the lesson as I felt like I was learning some new methods, which I started taking detailed notes of.

The lesson went quickly as I did my best to focus on it, relieving me of much of the stress I was feeling. When the bell rang, noting the end of the lengthy lesson, the teacher dismissed us with a wave. It was a nice good class, and I felt like I learned something. Collecting my things, I also recollected my thoughts, instantly bringing my mood into a weird place.

I am going to be a mother. My mind continued to go back to it, and I took a deep breath and wanted to scream, 'What the Fuck!'

Without realizing it, I was walking in auto piolet towards the locker room and decided to compose my text before changing. May as well start now, and I didn't know what to say at first. I stared at my phone, and finally, I began to word vomit onto my phone.

Angela: Hey, Crystal. I got news today, and I am not exactly sure what to say. I don't know what your reaction is going to be, and I am not exactly sure how to react. I am feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment, but I felt I should tell you this before anyone else. You are my girlfriend, and I want you to know, and I don't want to hide this. I am not even sure how I would say this in person or even how to do so over the phone. My mind is all over the place, and my emotions have been a little out of control. Kyle kind of took the brunt of it this morning and afternoon when I met up with him. I needed an emotional release, but I feel that even now, I am trying to avoid typing what I need to tell you. Here it is thought. Becky is Pregnant... She insists that I am the only one who could have inseminated her. She also wants to keep the baby. She told me she doesn't expect me to take any responsibility... I am not sure what to do at this moment, Crystal. I am not sure how I feel about this myself, but I wanted you to know. I have to meet the client tonight after Volleyball practice, so I am still not available, but... I think I want to talk when I have some time. My mind and emotions are all over the place, and I am not even sure how you will feel about it all. Becky told me it was the time that I broke the condom when filling her up in front of her husband. I knew that there was a possibility, Crystal. I wasn't practicing safe sex with her and treated her like I called her, A cum dump. But I don't know how to feel being a Mother. I don't even know if I want you to be mad at me or not. We have only known each other for a month now, and I am half freaking out about this, Crystal. Sorry for telling you this over text, but... But... I don't know.

I didn't give myself time to think to send the text or not. I wasn't about to become like my father and not tell the person I was with about my fuck ups. I wasn't even sure that this could be a fuck up like my father's. Crystal watched me conceive this child and masturbated to it. So did Becky's husband. That didn't mean I would try to cover up this fact with Crystal. Crystal was also friends with Becky and Samantha. There was no way she wouldn't find out if I tried to cover it up, not that I would even attempt that in the first place. I was in an open relationship with Crystal and the only one sleeping around. If I wasn't honest, then why the fuck was I in the relationship?

My mind was going crazy, and I wasn't paying attention in front of me as I collided with the door to the teacher's locker room as I had been on auto piolet from class. My face collided directly with the door sending a shock of pain through my body. My breasts took the brunt of the rest of the damage, but they didn't hurt that much. Surprise laced through me as my mind had not been in the moment at all, and I rubbed my head and opened the door.

Stepping in, I quickly took off my bag and started to pull out my workout outfit, and started to change. I quickly followed up by putting on my weights just as the door opened and Mrs. Grendier stepped in. "Oh, It smells in here today." She commented as she stepped in. She coughed and looked around before turning to look at me. "We have the Gym today. Do a couple of warm-up laps, then get me from the office. I need to finish up some paperwork." Mrs. Grendier told me, then frowned, "Did you hit your head?" She asked.

"I wasn't paying attention, and my head hit the door as I entered," I confessed with a straight face.

Mrs. Grendier chuckled in a charming way before turning away. Her voice had mirth as she opened the door, "See you soon, Angela, Be careful of the door on the way out!" She announced as she left, still chuckling, and I rolled my eyes.

Her mirth made me smile, and I took a deep breath. I felt highly emotional at the moment still, and I didn't know what Crystal would reply with. I felt my heart throb when I thought about what her reaction was. She just confessed her feelings for me, and I turned around, telling her I had made another woman pregnant a day later.

My mind froze a second later as I heard a buzz of a text come through, and I looked down and pulled my phone out of my bag. My normally very steady hands shook as I looked at who the text was from. A second later, I learned that it was Crystal replying, and before I had time to think, my fingers opened up the text, and my eyes started to read it, my heart in my throat.

Crystal: Are you Okay? To be honest, I am very surprised but not overly surprised about Becky being pregnant. I am so glad that you told me right away. I am more worried about you, though. Are you okay? Do you have time to talk? Do you need me to pick you up? Just ask, and I will do my best, Angela. This must be a difficult moment for you. I figured something like this would happen with Becky as I know that she has a low chance of becoming pregnant but has been trying with different men for a while. Her husband is a no-go for the reason she never told me. When you have time, Angela, Call me and let me know you are okay. Okay? Your text has me worried for you.

A sob broke my lips as a weight lifted in my heart, and I felt tears streaming from my face as if something I was extremely worried about had disappeared. Looking at this text reply, my heart was no longer in my throat, and I couldn't believe her words. Was this truly her reaction, and what did she mean by some of it? My happiness and worry that this was all a lie hit me, but I shook my head.

I wiped at my tears, struggling to regain control of the new relief that I was feeling. I turned to look at the bench and gasped for air as I felt like I had been on a rollercoaster today and was about to burst. I was starting to get exhausted just from emotional turmoil. I felt the need for some release, and I took a deep breath as the tears still streamed down my face. I couldn't stop for a couple of minutes as pure emotion leaked from my eyes. I turned to look at the door and took a deep breath as I finally got control of my eyes. It took longer to get ahold of myself as no one needed my tears. No one cared if I cried, and no one would help if I cried.

I wanted to run, and I would. With thoughts of losing myself in a good run around the Gym, I finally felt my tears dry up. A lovely stress-releasing run would help, and I moved towards the door and grabbed my backpack on the way. I brought my bag into the gym and dropped it into the corner before I took a breath and stretched a little.

Taking little time for stretching, I began to run around the gym, starting straight into a run and soon into a full sprint. My body moved quickly, and I lost myself in the run, blanked out without thought, leaving myself to sprint and run. I continued around and around till a sweat dripped from my brow, and a sharp whistle woke me from my mindlessness.

"Huh?" I almost coughed out in surprise as I slowed down, instantly turning to Mrs. Grendier as she looked at me with an odd expression.

"How are you not tired?" Mrs. Grendier asked with a serious expression. "You are wearing two hundred extra pounds on you, and you are running like you are a damn sprinter."

"Oh," I said after a moment as I quickly regained my breath after walking to her. "I usually run like this. The weight is harder on me since I am wearing two hundred and forty pounds spread on my limbs and chest. I am only missing something for my neck, but I don't want something like that around my neck." I told her as I took a deep breath and smiled. "I love running. What can I say? I like working out at the same time." I finished.

"I hate to ask this, and please don't take this the wrong way, but how the fuck do you have fat on you still?" Mrs. Grendier asked, "Your breasts are F cups, and for someone at your Muscle mass, you shouldn't have breasts the size of yours. Your fat content should have been annihilated for space in Muscle mass!" She demanded, and I could only agree with her.

"I KNOW!" I complained, "I love muscles, and my arms show none of it," I replied, flexing my biceps. "You can only see a little," I pointed out the small amount of muscle showing on my arm. "No one would ever call me fat, but I can outpace men in lifting weights and running, not the average man. But the only place it shows is my stomach!" I complained even louder and looked down past my breasts, barely able to see my muscular, toned abs. I caressed them carefully and felt proud of them.

"I think there might be something with your hormones," Mrs. Grendier said, looking Curious.

"The only explanation. I haven't seen a doctor in a while, but I wouldn't be surprised if that is why. I have also been building this temple of a body since I was six or seven years old. I always liked sports, and I enjoy working out." I told Mrs. Grendier with a smile, "I was nowhere near what I am now then. This is the work of over a decade," I said, looking down proud of my temple.

Mrs. Grendier's eyes looked me over slowly, and shook her head, "I think you will need to go to a doctor soon. For now," She changed the subject and pointed out the nets. "Let's get you running around learning more saves. I am sure you will appreciate the cold hard floor over the sand. Then you have team practice. So we will keep it to recovery for today. For team practice, I want you to take off the weights also. Next week you will not have them on for Gym practice or team practice. You need to get used to your own weight when getting ready for the tournament." Mrs. Grendier and I nodded.

"Let's start!" I announced, and it all began.

Soon Mrs. Grendier on a step stool had me running around and saving and trying to aim my saves to cross the net to the other court or to have it to other supposed teammates. I was running around, and my body started to move more on instinct as my neck looked up at the ball for so long.

Ball after ball, I would save or leap, trying to follow my coach's instructions. She would yell it at the last second, making me try to change my hand position at the last second. It was difficult as she started to add positions on our court or their court. It was all weird, and my ability to fine-tune was insanely low. Still, I got some and found happiness as I got those few, as she called them out.

My legs burned, and my arms trembled a little when the bell rang, and I collapsed onto the floor, my breasts heaving up and down as I gulped in the air. "Good Effort, Angela!" She announced, and I smiled, feeling the best I had today. My mind was blank, and I felt the simple pleasure of improvement. Something I hid myself plenty of times in the past. Whenever bullying got to me, I would go for a run or something till I collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and gulping in large mouthfuls of air.

A minute later, I got up and made a trip to drink a lot of water before stripping off my weights and putting them in my bag. My body was recovering quickly as it was used to, and I walked off the heavy workout I had been doing minutes before. My body felt light as a feather without the weights, and nothing bothered me.

The girl's Volleyball team started to come into the room shortly later, and I smiled as they filtered in. It wasn't too long till the entire team was there, and I found Alex and Sarah both smiling at me. A girl with black hair, that I remember hitting with a volleyball a couple of weeks ago was glaring at me. I could tell she didn't like me, but I didn't care about her attitude.

I thought about glaring back but I decided against it as Alex caught up to me with Sarah beside me as I walked around a second later. "Angela," Alex said keeping to the fact that we were equals when it came to volleyball.

"Alex, Sarah," I greeted both, "Both of you warm-up; I am cooling down a bit," I told them both, and both looked disappointed. I needed to rest my body before I made it work again, and if they didn't understand that, they needed to learn quickly. They both took off though warming up their bodies.

Twenty minutes later, the entire team was warmed up and Mrs. Grendier called us all over and started to talk about the team forms. She notified us about things we needed to do to go to the tournament and that we needed to bring it by Thursday next week but Monday was for the best. What quickly followed was a conversation on the formations and how everyone would work together. Blockers and a bunch of other things that I made a note of in my head.

After another ten or twenty minutes of her talking, she began to make us play a game against the other half of the team. We practiced formations and I got a couple of try's serving which showed off how hard I could spike serve, surprising a number of the girls on the team, including Alex, who was looking at me with surprise. Sarah looked almost incredulous at first before smiling with a bright red face.

The practice continued, and I learned a lot about the formations we were supposed to learn. Every girl except for me and the freshmen girls knew our team's formations as they had been here previously. Mrs. Grendier took time to explain them and the situations in which we wanted to use each one. The blocking formation and jumping as a group was one that we needed to practice a lot and could end up making a lot of points if appropriately learned.

My favorite was spiking formations and I took to them much easier. I also enjoyed the blocking formations as I felt a primal want to deny the other team. I didn't know if my dominant side was showing itself in the sport, but when that ball hit my arms and launched itself back into a girl's face, making her cry out in surprise, I found myself the happiest I had been all day.

Practice went a little longer than I expected, but it inevitably came to an end. Mrs. Grendier blew her whistle and yelled so everyone could hear. "Good Hustle ladies! Although some of you were slow on the uptake everyone is getting used to the formations and working as a team. We should be able to get a good place at the Tournament next week. We aim for First, though, ladies. I expect everyone to at least review and do better next week. I will see about convincing some teachers about allowing you to come here for the fourth period too. I doubt I will be able to and only those who think they can catch up in class should do it. But I look forward to your effort next week. Everyone is Dismissed! Enjoy your night ladies!" Mrs. Grendier wrapped up, and I returned to my bag while the other club members headed to the locker room.

I made a pit stop for my backpack and joined the other girls, my mind wonderfully relaxed for the first time. I was tired in a way that I wasn't used to today. It had been a long day, and it still wasn't over. I wasn't sure how I was meeting up with the twins, but I would contact Samantha to learn.

My body, on autopilot, almost went to the teacher's locker room before I stopped myself and joined my team. Instantly both Alex and Sarah joined me till I found a spot by a bench and was about to strip when I decided against it. A smile crossed my face as I thought it would be fun to be extremely drenched in sweat for my appointment with the Twins. I did tell them I might.

"Why are you not stripping?" Sarah asked her voice confused as I stopped taking off my top.

"What you want to see, your Mistress Naked, Strawberry?" I replied without thought, turning to her. "What a naughty girl," I said, my voice dark as I talked on instinct.

My voice wasn't loud, so the girls around us couldn't hear us, but her face blushed a deep crimson, and Alex smiled, looking at me with lust. "Mistress," Alex said a moment later, "Are you available tonight?" She asked.

"No," I replied to them both and I pulled out my weights and put them on my wrists and my chest weights on instead. I would go see those crazy twins with a full setup. Drenched in sweat, just like promised, I thought to myself with a nasty smile. "I have an appointment tonight. Honestly, I have to go now; sorry, ladies. Sarah," I said, turning to her and saying so only she could hear. "I will see you Monday; prepare your pussy," I thought for a moment and smirked," And your ass, in case I feel like it needs discipline too."

Strawberry was bright red and I turned to Alex, my expression stern. "I have something planned for your Punishment Saturday. You will be busy most of the day and I will pick you up in the morning. Prepare yourself, Sweety," I finished, and I double-checked I had everything before walking out of the locker room smelling probably worse than a locker room.

I pulled out my phone, left the locker room in the dust, and called Crystal.

The phone barely rang once when Crystal picked up. "Are you okay?" She asked instantly, "Your text worried me a lot. You sounded so lost on it. I never heard you like that Angela." She said, and I couldn't help the warm smile that showed on my lips as I walked out of the gym exit instead of the normal one. I saw the Football team still at practice with Jake throwing to another player. I ignored it all and turned to walk to continue my conversation with my girlfriend in private.

"Honestly," I told her, my voice a little husky, "I am a little lost. I never expected this despite knowing this might happen. I don't know how I feel about it and I found myself worrying more about you now than me after Becky said I don't have to worry about the kid. I can choose the relationship I want. Or that was what she said." I finished my thought.

"Angela," Crystal said, her voice sounding relieved, "I will not lie to you at this moment. I didn't expect Becky to get pregnant from you. You have a massive cock and thick semen, but that doesn't mean much when Becky has a low chance of pregnancy. I am honestly happy for her. She and her cuck of a husband have been trying for years to get pregnant. They don't believe in or can't afford to do those hospital procedures; their price is outlandish here. So I am honestly happy for her. She is one of my better friends and I knew this might happen. Fuck that makes that memory of you fucking her till the condom broke even sexier in my mind. Do I have a cuck fetish? I never thought so, but that is beside the point." Crystal took a moment, and I could hear her taking a breath. "Becky will not fuck you over. She will do her best to raise your kid and you and I can be those cool aunties. Or you can say you are her biological mother. Or you can not meet her. Whatever you choose, no one will make you do anything else. Okay? Do you want to come over tonight? I miss you and I want to sleep in your breast pillows." Crystal admitted and I chuckled.

I smiled, "Thanks," I told her honestly, "I am not sure what I am doing yet. I have to meet up with the twins. My emotions are still all over the place but after a large workout, I feel much more at peace. Thank you for being so understanding, although I wish Becky told me in person. That is one of the things that angered me. I felt over the phone while I was at school was not the time to tell me since I have to control myself at school." I finished telling her one of the major things that pissed me off.

"Fair enough. But still, are you okay?" Crystal asked, turning back.

"Yeah," I told her and nodded to myself, "I should be; look, I need to go; I decided that the clients are getting me without a shower after I soaked my body in my own sweat." I finished.

I heard a large pause on the other side of the phone, "Can you do the same for me sometime?" Crystal asked, "My Pussy is oddly getting wet thinking about it at the moment. I can't help but imagine it."

"Sure," I replied, loving my kinky girlfriend. My heart soared at her reaction and I smiled, "I got to go though. I need to call Samantha and talk to the client. I will talk to you soon, And Crystal," I paused.

"Yeah?" Crystal asked.

"Thank you," I finished and hung up the phone, my face feeling heated.

I found myself leaning back for a moment, hearing the football team practice in the distance. The slight noise made my current silence complete. I waited for a moment before I turned and hunted Samantha's number.