“I am soooo jealous,” Sue declared.

“I am so slippery,” I declared.

“Show me,” Molly slid me all over her ample boobs, “Oh, yes nice Sally cum.”  She set me up and licked me, “Ladies, ‘cum’ and taste, ‘Sally over De Anne surprise’, can she cook or can she cook.”

It was like being, attacked by puppies.  I was being licked, and tasted, and cooed over.  I came in a gusher, while they held me up in the air.

Millie had anticipated this, and was down below squirming around, trying to keep her mouth under the stream, drinking as fast as she could.

Sally went to her and started licking her face, in order to get what hadn’t gone into her mouth.  They locked lips and moaned in each other’s arms.

About this time, some smarty decided to go to the source, for more of my juice just a few licks in, and Millie’s hair was completely soaked.  All the girls who were free began cleaning Millie’s hair with their tongues, and I was hanging limply in Molly’s hands almost unconscious.

“You better rest up a little,” Molly said and set me back down on the bed

She gently placed me on the bed and we all cuddled.

“What is with all of this loafing about?” I heard Diane bellow.

[Yawn]  “Mmm, mm, mfm…” I said still fighting off slumber.

“Does everyone agree with that?” she asked for consensus with a smile.

“Mmm, I agree whole heartedly,” Sally, answered still licking my lubrication from her face.

“I’m in the lab working my neurons to the bone, and it’s nap time out here?” she sounded incredulous, “where’s my blankie, I want a nap too.  Is my hot potato baking in there somewhere?”

She stripped and then wormed her way through all the naked slippery bodies until I felt her nuzzle my breast, “This is my favorite place in the universe.  Sweetheart, my thumb is dirty…  Would you mind terribly if I used your nipple instead?”

“Okay mom, I will…” I answered.  (I was really out of it)

She laughed and gently latched onto my nipple.

Someone still had some energy, I heard (And felt) Diane gently moan in pleasure, I think someone was tongue fucking her, even tough she tried not to get me too excited with her moans.  Even as I fell asleep, I could feel my pussy leaking and someone using a finger to retrieve my juice.

After our nap, of about an hour, we all made our first use of the group shower, where I discovered the first flaw in our designs.  Apparently the engineers and our group overlooked the vertically challenged, me!  I couldn’t reach the shower controls or the showerhead.  I spoke up, “Damn.  Can someone give me a hand?”  I was working with a bunch of smart asses, they all clapped.  Moreover, to show how much I was used to being a girl, I bowed and slapped myself in the face with my huge breasts.

“We definitely have to teach you to curtsey sweetheart,” Millie said as she walked over to turn the shower on for me.  “My services come at a high price,” she told me, “I miss washing that tight little body, may I?”

“If I get to wash that superb body of yours,” I retorted.

“Deal!” she replied, and she hugged me to seal the deal.

She set the temperature on the digital control and hunted up the biggest softest sponge I’ve ever seen.  Apparently, she had been planning this.  She squirted some soap into it and worked the sponge until it was a huge mass of bubbles, “Are you ready hot stuff?”

“This is going to feel wonderful, I can tell already.  Okay, do your worst,” I placed myself in her loving hands.

She was just barely brushing that soft sponge against me.  Up along my back, down my sides and then she came around from behind me placing her hand under my left boob, lifted it gently and soaped all around it.  Next she brought that lovely soft sponge from underneath up across my nipple and back down.  My knees buckled, but Millie was ready for that and just tightened up the arms she already had wrapped around me.  I moaned loudly.

“This might make up for the too high controls.  You love having your nipple cleaned, don’t you dear one?” she teased.

“Mmmm hmmm,” I moaned as she sponged off the other nipple and my pelvis spasmed in open space.  I could feel the warm water mixing with my hot cunt juice.

Millie brought the sponge down my tummy and through my legs.  I spread as wide as I could so she could keep at her cleaning duties.  My little hands had clamped onto her arms, helping her hold me up but that wouldn’t help for long.  Sally had been watching like a hawk and snagged me by the waist so Millie could clean my filthy pussy.  It must have been truly dirty down there, because it felt like she scrubbed between my legs for five minutes while I squealed.  I looked around and noticed Diane finger banging her cunt like gangbusters, like everyone else in the showers, but my ‘support group’.

They finally moved on, to sponge off the rest of me my legs, feet, and cheeks.  My legs finally dropped down so I was standing on my high heel bath thongs.  While my legs began to firm up under me, again Millie was working shampoo into my hair, making a huge bubbly mass of my locks.  I closed my eyes and I was biting my lower lip enjoying the sensations as she massaged my scalp and hair.

Sally was able to support me with one arm by then, so her other hand was busy in her own crotch.  She was turning me on again listening to the ‘sploodge splish’ noises her fingers were making.

“Ooh baby, listening to you finger fuck yourself, I could just cum myself,” I cooed.

That was all she needed.  Luckily Millie anticipated that too, and snagged me, while Sally screeched, she supported Sally long enough to set her twitching body onto the tiled floor of the shower.

Diane had rushed over to aide in my support, so that Millie could finish attending to my hygienic needs.

“There all clean my princess,” Millie proclaimed as she rinsed me off in the warm water raining down on my sensuous little body, while listening to the other ladies screaming in orgasm, one after another.

Diane kissed me behind the ear and whispered, “Wow baby, your pheromones have turned us all into raging nymphomaniacs.”

“Is that a bad thing, my wife?” I enquired.

“Just as long as you’re a nymphomaniac along with me,” she crooned in my ear.

I turned and kissed her, “It is still a little strange for me walking around without my thighs touching, or having to make certain my package is positioned properly so that when I sit down I don’t give myself a rupture.  I hardly notice having to wear the heels all the time, you made it feel so natural to my new body.  I am still working out the pros and cons of being so little.  Sometimes I dearly love it, and other times I just hate it.  But even that seems to be running 70/30, with ‘love it’ in the lead.”

“Tell me Diane, honestly as you can, how do you like my new body?  I mean after almost a month with me as a little girl,” I really wanted to know.

She scooped me up and cradled me in her arms, carrying me to the hair dryers, she said, “I couldn’t love it more if I had designed you myself, I even love these size 30 M boobs of yours, God help me.”

“Speaking of these super hooters of mine, when are you having baby Sophie delivered, it’s about feeding time,” My tits had just about reached maximum capacity and I needed deflating drastically.

She checked the clock on the wall, “The guards should have her at the entrance just about now.  You sit here and get a blowjob, while I snag a robe, and wheel her into her new home.  Oh, I forgot to mention, she would have her handler with her.  Be sure to hug and kiss her, deeply, so she will feel like one of the family.”

“Another one?  Are you sure?” I asked her.

She leaned in close and whispered, “She begged me to let her be one of us, you see she is a lesbian, and before being recruited into our little group, Sally was her lover, so do you think we should?”

“That is so sad.  She should have been with us sooner,” I admonished her.

“Sweetheart, you have the biggest heart of anyone I know.  Don’t fret she knew all along, I needed her for Sophie, so she agreed to put her life on hold, until we could add Sophie to the family.  Believe me though she is anxious to see Sally again, and believe it or not she was almost slavering to meet you too,” she tousled my wet hair and finished, “Be back in a mo.”

Even with my head buried deeply in the hair dryer, I could hear from way down the corridor, “Mummeeeee!” it made me smile, of course now the serious mental conditioning work could begin.

“Mummeeeee?” Sophie hollered.

“I’m here baby Sophie,” as a glorious naturally buxom 5’ 4” platinum blonde pushed Sophie up to where I sat.

“You could only be De Anne.  I have so wanted to meet you, I’m just soaking my panties,” she said as she held her hand out for me to shake.

I didn’t take it.  I scowled at her making her eyebrows jump up in confusion.  I waved her closer with my tiny hand.  The second she was close enough I lost it giggling, and threw my arms around her neck and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on her ruby lips.

“I should have known.  Diane told me what a stinker you are.  It makes me feel like family now,” she admitted, “My name is Bertha, everyone calls me Bert, no jokes about my butt please.”

“Mmmmm, there’s nothing funny about that butt.  So soft, so firm, so fully packed, do you think when I grow up I can have one,” I said as I groped her lovely derriere.

“Oooo, can I keep you?” Bert asked.

“Nope you’ll have to share, just like Sally.  Speaking of Sally she had the most remarkable orgasm fifteen minutes ago while she helped bathe me,” I looked to where she had fallen.  She had recovered enough to start showering her own stunning body, “Hey Sally.  I have a present for you.”

She popped her soaked head out of the water stream, “What?”

“I said, I have a present for you.  Get your luscious cunt over here honey.”

She came trotting over.  Her head wrapped in a big fuzzy teal colored towel, drying her hair, “What present?”

“I want you to say hello to Bertha,” I teased her.

“Bertha?  Bert!  How…  Why…  What…  When…” Sally stammered.

“Let’s see,” Bert started, “Diane.  I missed you.  I was just recruited, sixty seconds ago.  Does that answer all of them?”

Sally threw her naked body around Bert and hugged the stuffing out of her.  She released Bert and hugged the stuffing out of me, “You give the best presents, the gift that keeps on giving.  Bert, what have you been up too?”

“Sophie sitting.  Now I hear they are giving my job away.  I was homeless, until I heard about this great home for lesbian waifs.  Do you think I’ll fit in?” she inquired.

“Oh, at least two or three fingers of you will, again and again and again,” promised Sally.

“Mummeeeee!” insisted Sophie.

“Is your hair dry enough, or would you like to have her suckle right here?” Bert asked.

“I think I’m dry enough, let’s do this on the bed,” I suggested.

“That’s not a bed.  That’s a playground.  I’ve never seen anything so wonderful.  Can I come too?” Bert begged.

“Sure.  That’s what it’s for, the rule is no one is unwelcome on the big bed,” I informed her, “and now you are family.”

“Attention!  Ladies…” I hollered.

In mere moments we were surrounded, “Ladies I am pleased to introduce, sister Bertha, call her Bert.  Group hug time,” I baby stepped out into the middle of things while everyone hugged and kissed, but then quickly made my way down to the bed to present my naked little body for moo cow duty.

Sally and Bert brought Sophie’s pretty little diaper clad, pink frilly dressed, pacifier sucking body to me on the bed, positioning her so that she could get her dinner.

“Mmn gla pll boo?” she sad as her tiny hands grasped my huge breast.  Diane had done something to her that semi-short-circuited her speech center.  She knew what she wanted to say it just wouldn’t come out right.  We gave her a chemical that caused her to not be able to control her bowels and urethra.  The muscle relaxants we constantly give her drastically impair her ability to move her body.  She had absolutely no choice but to act and sound exactly like a baby, and since she needed to suckle at my breast four times a day, that only served to reinforce the baby-ness she experienced.

“You are such a pretty baby Sophie.  Mommy loves you.  All of Sophie’s Aunts love baby Sophie too,” I told her.

By now, all of the ladies were all around us.  Some would kiss baby Sophie.  Some would tickle and pet her.  Of course Mother Millie would rub her tummy.  As usual when Sophie was just about finished a muffled, “pftllllllll,” emanated from her diaper.

“Oh, did baby Sophie make a stinky?” I said.

All she could was coo back at me and give me a very loving smile.

With that, Bert and Lisa carted Sophie off to do diaper duty.  Afterward she would get to watch an hour of Barney, while she drifted off for another nap.

I figure a couple more months of that would be enough to make her mind receptive to anything, just as long as it wasn’t Barney!

We had to watch Sophie very carefully during this initial phase, with all of the muscle relaxants, what few little muscles she had, after the transformation, were even more atrophied, fairly soon she would barely be able to lift her own head even when she was taken off the drugs.  That would be when she would be prime to work with toward aging into a toddler.

After Bert and Lisa had put Sophie into her room and turned on the video, they rejoined us on the bed.

See Pt 8