Better, Brighter, Whiter: Epilogue

“Thanks, Baby-Sophie. Lookin good, girl.” Emily said sweetly, waving her bangled arm as she walked away carrying a venti green tea Frappuccino in the other.

The heavyset blonde barista stood bashfully at the counter, smiling broadly at her idol’s unexpected praise. She’d been working really hard to get into ββψ after failing to join the previous year, and felt that her chances were really good this time around considering how much Emily had been inviting her over for sex lately. She had said they weren’t dating as she already had a husband, but they could still play together when there was time. Granted, it wasn’t really mutual, affectionate sex as it was getting to perform oral on Emily Knight’s silky smooth body, but that was still an enviable position in and of itself.

(1)

“THANK YOU MISS KNIGHT! I LOVE YOU!” She gushed happily.

“Yep! Keep it up!” Emily called back over her shoulder as she got into her car.

She knew damn well that she wasn’t going to allow Sophia Rosewater, Emily’s obese, ass-kissing, pet pussylicker into her sorority. What she *didn’t* know was how she was going to dress up the denial in such a way that would keep her motivated to try for it for two more years after this one. Besides, she wasn’t willing to give her pet simp up yet. Malcolm knew about Sophia Rosewater’s station at the house, and had even gotten the go-ahead from Emily to sleep with her to satisfy his kink for bigger girls before he turned it on her. Emily was willing to be lot of things, but fat wasn’t one of them.

She parked the car and honked the horn, signaling for Baby-Emily to come out to the car. Before long, a moderately pregnant blonde in a cute pink dress that showed off a nice looking pair of fake breasts came rushing out the door with a huge smile on her face.

(2)

“You ready babe?” Emily asked, her trademark smug smile on her face and a melty frappé on her hand.

“Hell, yeah! Let’s do this!” Baby-Emily responded.

The pair had gotten on well in the past few weeks, and most of the house had begun assuming that the younger of the two women was being groomed to eventually take over her friend and mentor’s spot once it was vacated, however near or far that date might be. Both blondes loved watching others squirm, but while Big Emily was malicious and confrontational, Baby- Emily tended towards subtle, catty passive aggression that didn’t destroy opposition immediately, it tore them to pieces bit by bit as they found themselves humiliated at every turn.

Both of them were excited to be taking a class together, even though it was well known that Big Emily wanted to take this particular course with someone her age, Victoria had taken it with Sophie at a completely different time of day. They almost squealed with excitement as they pulled up to the ritzy manor—like building where the class was being held as opposed to the regular campus. Emily had parked the car and began walking up to the doors the same way she and her minion sidekick would do for the rest of the year: Late to class, latté to class. Stepping inside, the pair cheerily greeted a cadré of shining smiles from other female students as they saw who it was that entered the house, verifying the rumors that Emily Knight was part of their class. Rumor had it that she was old friends with the teacher, which only made her attendance even more legendary and exciting.

A whimsically dressed brunette TA with massive thighs and a pair of plastic E cups (on the low small end of average for a Bright Girl) greeted the group and bid her follow them to the lecture room. Emily couldn’t help but grin mischievously at the soft, laborious grunts and panting elicited by the collective group as approximately 30 pregnant young women began shuffling lazily down the hall after their guide. Emily Knight took great pleasure in just how many classmate she had, all somewhere within 4-8 months pregnant of their own horny volition, growing wet with arousal as her own massive mammaries began aching and leaking  at the patriarchy-approved sight. She had to admit, even she felt weak in that moment. Swollen fat and powerless by male design, her dignity dripping out of her from between her thighs as even the great Emily Knight had to slow down to catch her breath when her own baby-laden waddling proved too laborious for even her.

(3)

Several girls stopped to help her as she watched the school admissions counselor walk by with a broad, judging smile on his face. She almost trembled with wicked excitement, knowing full well that he was staring at her specifically. At 7 months pregnant and carrying twins, Emily was no threat to the status quo. She’d realized months earlier that despite all her effort and intelligence, all her massive rebellion had really done was convince the women of Bright U to actively fight for the privilege of getting pregnant and becoming docile, dependent trophy wives for the rich men attending the REAL classes. Here, now, the vivacious blonde knew that she’d given up what real power she had. Here, she wasn’t a feminist icon or rebel role model; she was just horny breeding stock. Just another fat cow built to pop out kids and supply her man with as much sex as he could handle. She eyeballed Armande deviously, still panting from the way he smiled at her in the condition she was in and resisting with all her might to look him in the eye and “moo” at him ironically.

Stepping into the lecture room, the women found a large number of floor pillows and the occasional medicine ball, with a stunningly bright, tattooed Asian woman seated on a bar counter. She too was pregnant, and obviously enhanced everywhere BUT her stomach. She turned and flashed a pretty smile at Emily before sauntering heavily over to the center of the room.

(4)

“Ohaii!! You come in an’ sit now, okayy?” She said in a nasally accent that further muddled her already broken English.

“My name Mrs. Suki but you call my Sucky-ko, okay? Here we learn to have care of baby. Lots of babies is very, verrrry important fo’ big famury so we help you be good mom to babies. But…..” Suki said, rapidly moving away from her opening speech and into a practical application assignment as she began to pass out large, thick vibrators to each of the eager women.

“I help you rearn be goo’girl okay Emmie Kay? Be like ol time, we talk latah.” She said sweetly, but succinctly, causing Emily to smile enthusiastically.

She looked around the room, marveling at how quickly the school had built such a luxurious maternity center, wiggling her padded hips beneath her as she ran her hand over her round baby bump.

“Wercum to Brigh’school hot mom crass. Who wan' show how they rike to fuck husban with biiiig fat babies in berry, huh?” Suki asked.

“I will.” Emily said immediately, already walking over to the front of the room before even being really called upon to answer. She clicked a button and felt her entire hand begin whirring rapidly, leaving her with a slight numbing sensation in her fingers. Kneeling down carefully, Emily felt her lips part as the bulky, buzzing cock vanished deeper and deeper into her with the blonde bimbo sliding down 7 inches of rubber dick before bottoming out.

“Fffffffuuuuuuuuck….” Emily groaned, feeling the toy rush her to the edge of an orgasm after only a couple seconds.

“Ooh, you rike, Emry? How you feer babygurr?” Suki asked, heavily rolling her r’s even through broke Engrish.

Emily was in ecstacy and couldn’t help but feel her eyes cross as she bobbed up and down on the vibrati g phallus, her pregnant pussy on display for all to see and her nipples both rock hard and leaking through her shirt.

“Mmmmmmeeeeeeee sssssoooooooooo hoooorrrrnyyyyy…” She droned, a wave of cheering giggles and applause breaking through the distorted sounds around her as Emily was rocked by one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.