Making Bread

Making Bread

    Suzanne was having a good day.  The suns were bright, spring was in the air and she was just on her way home from shopping.  Bags of groceries filled the back seat of her minivan as she idly went over the shopping list  in her head trying to remember if she had forgotten anything.
    “Sodas, oatmeal, flour, tampons, paper towels, dog food, canola oil, yeast….yeast?”  Her eyes flew wide open in dismay, “No! Yeast!…..Shoot!  I’m going to have to go back and get it.  I can’t make homemade bread without yeast…” 
    She had gathered all the ingredients to make some good homemade bread to surprise her husband and three kids with.  But now she frowned in frustration at the thought of having to take a return trip to the store.  Just as she was about to turn the car around, however, she passed by a small roadside market.  It was one of those temporary markets where farmers and peddlers set there wares in the back of pickup trucks and fragile wooden booths.  Suzanne circled back and parked the van on the side of the road just before the market.  She figured she might as well take a look at their wares.  She gave a hopeful smile as she approached the first booth, maybe she would get lucky and find some yeast here.
    The first stall held nothing but cheap sunglasses and tourist trinkets so she passed it by.  The next stall containing fruits and vegetables that looked fresh and good but were not what she needed.  Stall after stall she passed by, the vendors calling to her showing off their wares but she found nothing that was of interest to her.  Finally she came to a stall that was little more than the back of an old woman‘s ancient van.  It was near the end of the booths and she had just about given up hope of finding any yeast.  The old woman looked to be giving up as well as she was just closing the back doors of the van when she caught sight of Suzanne walking towards her.
    “Well hello dear,” the old woman said with a smile, “I was just about to pack up but if you are looking for spices then I could show you my wares.”
    Suzanne smiled hopefully at the friendly old woman, “You wouldn’t happen to have any yeast would you?  I was just at the store and I realized I had forgotten to pick some up.”
    The old woman smiled understandingly her wise and old head nodding forward, “Why yes I have some bottles left.  What kind where you wanting?”
    Suzanne gave a relieved sigh, “Oh good!  What kind are you carrying?  Active?  Quick yeast?”
    The old woman gave a motherly chuckle, “Oh no dear, I don’t carry any of those fancy yeasts they sell in the store.  I have only two kinds.  One is very good.  If you use it as directed in most recipes then your bread will turn out perfectly.  Just the right size, not too small not to big.  And the other kind I have is of a cheaper quality.  It is less expensive but you won’t get nearly as close to what you want from a loaf of bread.”
    Suzanne smiled slightly confused, “Well what are their prices?”
    The old woman gave Suzanne a look that said she had asked a stupid question, but she shook her head any way and answered, “The good yeast I have priced at fifty dollars.  The cheap bottle is only five dollars.”
    Suzanne blanched, “Fifty for one bottle of yeast?!  That’s way too much.  I’ll take the five dollar bottle.”
    The old woman frowned, “Are you sure?  Your bread will not turn out the same.”
    Suzanne nodded, “Yes I’m afraid I simply cannot pay fifty dollars for a single bottle of yeast.”
    The old woman shrugged, “Very well, here is your bottle.”
    Susanne thanked the woman and handed her a five and headed back to her minivan.  On her way home she shook her head not believing that anyone would pay that much money for a bottle at yeast.  When she got home she carried all of the bags into the house and put the groceries away.  Looking at the clock she realized it was still early in the day and the kids wouldn’t be home for several hours.  She would have plenty of time to get some dough ready and covered to get the bread started.
    Getting out her cooking supplies she poured warm water into a bowl and mixed it with sugar and then poured in some yeast.  After stirring it and letting it foam up she added the salt and oil as well as the flour and other grains that she needed to make the dough.  As soon as the mixture started to firm up she dumped it out onto the table and began kneading it.  She frowned as the dough never seem to firm up no matter how much flour she added and kept sticking to her hands.  Finally she gave up and figured it would just have to do and stuck the large ball of dough that she had made into a well oiled bowl.  She covered this and slipped it into the pantry. 
    Hours ticked by until it was just about time for the kids to get home.  After so much housework Suzann figured she had just enough time to take the dough out and needed down a little bit more before the kids burst through the door.  Pulling it out of the pantry, Suzann gasped in surprise at how heavy the bowl had become.  The dough had risen far above the top of the bowl and was about to spill out.  Susanne quickly spread some flour over the table and dumped out the dough.  She marveled at how quickly it had risen and tried to punch and knead it down to a smaller size.  It was no use as the ball of dough was still extremely sticky and seem to cling stubbornly to her hands and even to her forearms.  Finally she gave up again, grabbed a much larger bowl, oiled it down, and dumped the ball of dough into it.  Then she covered it up and put it back into the pantry.
    The kids arrived home in a rush as always, soon followed by her husband.  After one had cleaned up and settled down they sat down for dinner.  Afterward, the kids went to their rooms to do homework while Susanne and her husband, Richard sat back and enjoyed a movie and chatted about their days.  The evening passed by quickly and soon it was time for bed.
    The next day the kids took off for school and Richard kissed his wife goodbye as he headed out the door to go to work.  Suzanne drifted around the house for a few hours picking things up and doing general housework.  Eventually she remembered the dough that was still waiting in the pantry to be made into bread.  After clearing the kitchen table, Suzanne went to the pantry.  As she opened the door and looked inside her hand shot up to cover her mouth as she gasped in shock.  The ball that had held the dough was no longer even visible.  For that matter neither was the shelf.  The ball of dough had risen to such a size that it had spilled over the sides of the bowl and was now packed between the two shelves in one gigantic mass.  Suzanne shook her head and moaned in despair at the mess she was going to have to clean up.  Setting a grim look on her face she reached forward to get a good grip on the massive wad of dough.  After struggling for a few moments she managed to get it in her arms.  It was so heavy she almost fell over as she loved it over to the kitchen table leaving a sticky mess behind. 
    Shaking her head she began to punch it and knead it as best she could trying to pack it into a more solid form, but the sticky dough just refused to form into any kind of shape.  In fact, it seemed like the more she pounded at it the bigger it became.  Soon it filled the entire tabletop leaving her entire arms covered in sticky dough.  Scowling at the massive mess she decided to just give up and toss the whole thing into a dumpster outside.  But as she tried to extract herself from the dough she found it wasn’t as easy as it should be to do so.  The dough clung to her hands and forearms in a big stubborn and sticky mess.  Yanking back she said her feet wide and pulled as hard as she could to get out of the dough.  She glared at the tabletop filled with the goopy mess and began to yank frantically away from the dough. 
    Suddenly, she yanked too hard and the table tipped over causing her to fall back onto her bottom.  She cried out in dismay as the ever-growing blob of dough spilled over her legs and dress covering her hips.  Tears of frustration began to fall down her cheeks as she stared in disbelief at the colossal mess in her kitchen.  Kicking back she tried to dislodge the mass of dough from her lap but stubborn as ever it clung to her without moving.  As she scrambled around on the floor trying to get away she suddenly froze staring in shock down at the mass of dough. 
    Had she felt it move?
    There it was again!  Something was moving against her legs beneath the dough.  Screaming in panic Suzanne kicked and struggled to get away but only managed to carry the mass of dough with her across the kitchen floor.  Something was definitely moving against her legs, something she suddenly realized with shock that was actually the dough itself.  She sat in the middle of the  kitchen, stunned, as she stared at the mass of water and flour that was somehow moving on its own, reviewing around on top of her.  She cried out in fear as she suddenly realized that she felt the dough against her bare skin.  She looked up to where she had been moments earlier to see her shoes laying next to the table and just a little bit closer a tattered pile of cloth that was the remains of her stockings and the bottom of her dress, and she realized with shock her panties.
    Frightened tears spilled down her cheeks as she felt the dough gripping her supple and shapely legs.  Doughy tendrils slithered along her motherly hips to squeeze her plush ass.
    “No, no, no, no this can’t be!” she wept, “I am not getting raped by a ball of dough!”
    The dough didn’t seem to agree though as it stuffed a tendril up into her well used cunt.  Her mouth dropped open forming an astonished “O” as the uncooked bread squelched wetly in and out of her sex.
    “Oh. My. God.” Suzanne gasped accentuating each thrust of sticky wet dough, “Oh!  My!  Fucking!  OH!  No!  Stop!  I can’t!  Don’t!  Do that!”
    Tendril after tendril started to break away from the main dough ball.  Soon they were slithering up over her body leaving sticky trails of wet flour.   Suzanne whimpered, begging in a shocked and desperate voice as one, then two, then three tendrils started poking at her backdoor, sliding fluidly over her plump ass cheeks.
    “No please!  If you!  Touch me there… I’ll…. No no no no noNOOOOOO!  Aaaaahahhhhiiiiiii!”  the animalistic scream ripped out of her lungs as the tips of the dough rods thinned to points and began to pry open her puckered hole.  As the filthiest place on her body opened the rods slipped in eagerly stretching her roughly open making her scream over and over as her virginal back hole was filled. 
    Stars burst on her vision as Suzanne suddenly realized that she was climaxing, her wet fluids splashing all over the incredibly thick dough rod that was pistoning in and out of her birth hole.  The tendrils continue to move up her body.  She looked down in stunned silence as the top of her dress was shredded off like it was tissue paper and drop to the side.  Her eyes popped along with the clasp of her bra as it went tumbling to the side letting her fat cow mommy tits flop into view.  The tendrils snake around her midsection tickling her bellybutton before they cupped her heavy udders.  Sticky dough wrapped around her milk heavy melons and squeezed. 
    Suzanne’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and she cried in shame as white juice erupted from her chest like twin fountains.  It splashed over the wrinkled folds of the doughy mass that covered her lower body making it grow even more as it soaked in her milk.  The tendrils kept squeezing, milking her like a cow as more tendrils writhed inside her ass and cunt making her cum over and over like a street whore. 
    Two tendrils reached up and clasped at there tips to her fat nipples.  Suzanne made an unintelligible noise as her head arched back in response to the sucking sensation that was now emanating from her sensitive nipples. 
    She came again.
    The tendril in her cunt slipped out only to be replaced by five smaller ones that drove her fives times as crazy as they swirled like a tornado inside her tortured body.  The fat dough rod that was covered in her pussy juice rose up to her lips and slipped easily into her mouth which was constantly making the O shape as she gasped and cried out in a mixture of panic and ecstasy.  The sloppy wet rod slid over lips and tongue, making her taste her own juices.  Another tendril slid up to insert itself into her mouth stretching her lips painfully thin.  Instinctively her tongue explored its tip surprising her to find that it was shaped like a tube with a hollow center.  Her eyes popped as fluid began to spill profusely from the dough tube into her mouth and down her throat to fill her stomach.
    The dough mass was feeding her…
    It took a second for Suzanne to recognize the taste but her mind went into a stupefied daze and her vagina involuntarily creamed as she realized she was being forced to guzzle down her own milk. 
    The minutes ticked by and then hours as Suzanne was stroked, fucked, fondled, fed, fed off of, squeezed, petted, and generally used over and over.  After the initial shock, she decided to try simply relaxing and blanking out her mind until her rapist was done.  But after a few hours of being constantly invaded and fondled, she realized that the dough mass just kept getting bigger and bigger and was covering more and more of her body in tightly wrapped tendrils.  So panic took over as she struggled wildly to break loose, stopping only when she became exhausted and then trying again minutes later.  Everything was futile, though, as the mass of dough never loosened, never shrank, and just kept creeping over her battered body, fucking and using it relentlessly until only her face was still exposed. 
    Suzanne’s spirit finally broke and she fell into terrified despair as the dough slowly covered her mewling, moaning mouth, and then blinded her as it stretched a heavy floury flap over her eyes.  And finally, she gave a long, silent, despairing scream as the dough squelched shut, enclosing her completely.

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    Suzanne couldn’t hear it, because she was encased in dough, holding her breath and waiting to die, but the sounds of a school bus pulling to a hissing halt emanated from the street outside indicating that the kids were home from school.  Whatever dubious intelligence that the giant, animate wad of dough possessed registered the sound of clattering footsteps outside.  First on the cement sidewalk and then louder as Suzanne and Richard’s three children bounded up the wooden steps of the porch deck. 
    As the kids were about to reach the door, the mass suddenly lurched to the side, spilling a gasping, drained, and used up Suzanne onto the floor as it slithered off down a nearby hallway.  Suzanne lay on the floor, unable to do anything but gasp for breath and lie in a pitifully molested heap as the front door burst open.   As the kids piled into the house they each came to a startled halt at the sight of their broken and naked mother lying face down on the floor, her usually golden wavy hair matted and hanging down over her weeping face.
    Fifteen year old Jan was the oldest and reacted the quickest.  Rushing to Suzanne’s side she turned her mother’s dough sticky form over and held her in her lap, “Mom!  What happened!?  Are you ok?”
    Suzanne could do little more than moan softly as her twelve year old and five year old sons stared down at her in shock, the youngest one, Davy, sucking on his thumb in distress.  Patches of sticky dough covered her body and fluids leaked from her nipples and vagina as she tried to keep from passing out.  She knew she had to warn them.  She had to get them out of the house.  The dough ball was still around somewhere.
    “G-get out of here…run…not safe…” the kids leaned forward trying to her voice which was little more than a whisper.
    Suzanne glance up and her eyes went wide in panic at what she saw there.  On the ceiling hung the dough ball crawling slowly across.  It looked substantially smaller, though.  Suzanne wondered fleetingly where the rest of it was but had no time to gather enough strength to warn her children before it drop down onto little Davy, knocking him to the ground as he was still sucking his thumb.  Jan and her other brother Richie stared, frozen in shock at what they were seeing.  Suzanne gave desperately weak cry as she saw her baby boy dragged to the ground just like she had been.
    When Davy’s clothes started to shred and drop to the floor Jan finally reacted and stepped forward to try to pull the sticky mess off of her little brother.  Suzanne raised a hand to warn her but Jan was stopped before she got anywhere near Davy.  A tiny ball of dough that had been still clinging to the ceiling dropped down and landed in Jan’s hair startling her.  She swatted at it but Suzanne shivered as she watched it slide down the side of her daughter’s head and into her ear.  Suddenly, Jan stopped swatting and her face went blank.  She looked around the room dispassionately until her eyes fell on Suzanne and a small emotionless smile formed on her face.  Suzanne watched in horror as her fifteen year old daughter started to strip, moving her body in a small, seductive, gyrating dance as she did.  Her jeans slid down her curved thighs to drop to the floor, quickly followed by her pink and white panties to reveal her virginal and hairless pussy and her smoothly firm butt.  She wiggled from side to side as she lifted her t-shirt over her head revealing that she wore no bra for her perky yet ample, teenage tits. 
    Richie watched all of this in shocked awe as his twelve year old cock formed a tent in his shorts at the sight of his strip teasing sister and his already naked mother.  He watched in amazement as a newly bare Jan advanced on their mother and dropped to her knees to start licking the sticky dough splotches from Suzanne’s abused flesh causing her to unwillingly moan in exhausted pleasure.  He watched as his sister lapped away at their mothers heavy tits, sucking on the nipples as she swallowed what little milk was left.  His hand strayed absentmindedly to his crotch as Jan rubbed her smaller but firmer melons against Suzanne’s and wrapped her supple young legs around her mother’s hips to gyrate her young pussy against the bruised flesh while Suzanne whimpered and moaned at this new assault.
    Meanwhile, Davy started to cry in confusion as he was held down and the last of his clothing fell away from his five year old body.  Tears fell down his young cheeks as he felt something slurp away at his young penis.  What was even more distressing, though, were the little tendrils prying at his baby smooth bum to get inside him.  When they finally managed to squeeze past his rectal ring, Davy let out a shrill scream that was quickly plugged by a large doughy rod that stretched his lips and jaw to the max and slithered down to his stomach, choking him along the way.  His tiny body completely invaded and his immature mind reeling in distressed confusion, he felt himself being completely used and manipulated as the cock like rods slid in and out through his orifices.
    Jan was busy sliding her tongue down Suzanne’s helpless throat when Richie turned to see the most shocking thing yet.  In fact, Suzanne screamed into her daughter’s mouth in shock as a perfect, doughy replica of her body strode out of the hallway to stand in front of her son.  Every curve and corner of the creature looked exactly like Suzanne except for the uniform, light brown, dough color of the entire figure.  That and the thirteen inch monster cock that swung between its legs.  Richie gaped in awe as the dough golem grinned seductively at him and cupped her smooth, fat tits, making it obvious she was offering them to him.  Richie could only stare in dazed shock as the dough replica of his mother knelt in front of him and thrust her fat, cow like tits into his face.  Almost on reflex his mouth opened to suck on a nipple and his hands reached up to knead the doughy bags.
    Jan broke the lewd kiss with her mother and turn to look at what was happening with Ritchie as she continued to hump her Suzanne’s bruised thigh.  A slow, evil grin spread across her face and she pushed off of her helplessly distressed parent and walked with swaying seduction over to her little brother. 
    Richie just stood sucking on the dough golem’s melons, too confused to do anything else.  He looked up to see his naked sister standing over him giving him a wooden grin.  His cheeks burned red but the tent in his shorts indicated he had no intention of stopping.   He gave a surprised squeak, though, as his nubile sister knelt beside him and reached out to yank down his strained shorts and undies, smirking lewdly at as she did.  His tiny, but rock hard cock bounced into view. 
    “J-Jan…N-noooooo,” he protested as his sister grabbed hold of his rod and stroked it with enthusiasm.  He bit his lip in as he tried to control his throbbing cock.
    Jan looked up at the dough woman and exchanged a knowing look with her.  Letting go of her brother’s cock, she reached up and gripped his shirt, yanked him around and shredded the material off his body making him yelp in surprise as he was left in only his socks and tennis shoes.  Then she shoved him back around to face the dough woman.  Jan held up a finger indicating to Richie that he stand still and watch as she gripped the dough woman’s fat, monster cock and lifted it up. 
    Richie watched in awe as his sister’s hands couldn’t even wrap completely around the thick shaft.  His eyes remained glue to the sight before him as she began to stroke the member up and down, masturbating the dough cock.  His jaw dropped open along with Jan’s as she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head and gave it a good long slurp.  Popping her mouth off again she leaned back motioned to Ritchie to follow her example.
    Richie didn’t want to, “N-no!  Please Jan, don’t make m…aah!”
    Richie cried out as his sister gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer to the rigid, thirteen inch cock.  His whimpers of protest were cut short as she jammed his mouth against the rod forcing the tip passed his quivering lips.
    Suzanne watched in despairing helplessness as her baby boy was forced to deep throat the raping cock attached to her perfect replica.  Tears of frustration and sorrow spilled down her cheeks as she watched his twelve year old lips glide over a cock too impossibly thick to fit into his narrow esophagus. 
    Jan just grinned a maniac’s smile as she bobbed Ritchie’s head up and down the shaft as Dough Suzanne bucked her hips forward impaling the sobbing little boy to his stomach.  Jan suddenly stood up and pulled Richie’s ass up until he was kneeling on all fours like a dog.  Then she knelt behind him, her knees nestled between his splayed legs.   Suzanne watched in fascinated horror as Jan reached down into her teenage cunt and began to stroke, her face flushing and her mouth moving erotically as she did.  After a bit, it became obvious that she was pulling on something as a thin rod of dough emerged from her sopping wet pussy.  Jan closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she began to stroke the rod making it bigger and longer until it was just as fat as Dough Suzanne’s.
    A whimpered sob escaped Suzanne’s lips as Jan’s long fat cock splatted wetly onto her brother’s back.  Suzanne knew what was coming next, but could only sob as Jan reached down and rammed two fingers, then three, then four, into her wriggling brother’s asshole.  Her grin stretched impossibly wide as she punched her entire fist inside him and fist fucked him for a few minutes.  After a while though she became bored with this and pulled out.  Richie got no relief, however, as she slid her wet, doughy cock back and lined it up with his gaping hole.
    Dough Suzanne, who had been fucking his throat this whole time, pulling out only enough to let him breath through his nose, now pulled all the way out to hear the twelve year old cock sleeve shriek in red hazed pain as his sister lovingly, lustfully, viciously rammed her raping tool into his boi-cunt, fucking him wildly as he sobbed and screamed and pleaded for five short seconds before getting plugged up again and pounded from both sides, the two women joyfully sliding his tortured form back and forth as their cocks almost met inside him.
    Jan stood up, pulling him with her as they kept raping him.  Richie’s hands and feet flailed in desperation as they could no longer reach the floor, flapping wildly as he was twisted and porked like a pig on a spit.  This continued for quite some time.
    Meanwhile, Suzanne had managed to prop herself up against the wall, struggling to regain some strength so she could try and save her children and get them out of the house.  It was no use though, as she couldn’t even stand but only sit up, her back propped against the wall.  Looking over, she was amazed as she saw the nearby dough ball open up and spill Davy into a mess onto the floor.  Her relief was short lived, however, as Davy stood up and Suzanne could see the same cold, emotionless look in his baby eyes as she had seen in Jan’s.  Even more distressing was the dough ball that started to change shape until it was an exact replica of Davy, with the exception of a much larger cock dangling between its legs almost reaching the carpet.
    Frenzied panic spread over her as Suzanne saw her baby boy and his twin start towards her, a piece of dough breaking from the dough boy and crawling toward her like and inch worm.  She whimpered and screamed as the dough piece crawled over her legs until it got to her crotch and attached itself to her body just above her cunt.  The dough formed itself into a cock identical to Jan’s and stuck up straight and hard from her crotch, throbbing and leaking what she could only assume was either her milk or maybe some juice gleaned from Davy’s body.  Suzanne gasped in amazed horror as she realized she could feel it.  She reached forwards and wrapped a hand around the shaft, gasping out a moan as the touch sent shivers through her body making her feel like she was going to cum….out of the cock!
    She didn’t have long to contemplate this, however, as Davy reached her and sat on her stomach, his tiny legs straddling her on either side.  She looked him in the face and began to cry as the blank emotionless look was gone from his face, replaced by the look of an extremely sad and hurt little boy.  Suzanne soon realized, however, that this was only an act meant to torture her as Davy stood up and lined his already open and stretched baby-cunt over her new cock.  With a look of extreme pain and agony the little boy lowered his five year old body down onto his mother’s throbbing cock.  Tears fell down both of their faces as Davy raped himself using Suzanne’s rod.  Suzanne tried to resist but soon weakened pathetically and started to moan and whimper in aroused lust as her baby rode her pole, fucking himself like a tiny cowgirl. 
    Dough Davy soon joined the fun, slipping his own rod into Suzanne’s defenseless mouth.  Raping her as he grinned down into her tortured face.
    The kids kept fucking and raping, switching positions, taking turns violating each other and their mother.  Though the dough never took over Suzanne’s body, she was eventually broken and began enjoying the debauchery.  She took her own turns at plunging her cock into her offspring’s bodies and sucking on their various body parts like she wanted to eat them.  The dough seemed to slowly learn as it tried different things.  Among which was sadistically pulling its control from a kid or two so they could be traumatized as their siblings and mother abused them with glee. 
    Every once in a while Suzanne stopped to wonder if she should have taken the old spice woman’s advice about the more expensive yeast.   However, the more her mind broke down into that of a thoughtless sex slave, the less she cared about it.