One-on-one interviews: April - Part 1

Cassandra gushed about the footage she'd gotten that day, and you couldn't help but let your ego swell a bit. You're in an enviable position in this new world, but you're far from the only one in town with an unconventional D-cup+ relationship.

The next several days were spent capturing footage of the family: mainly fucking, but also just going about everyday activities. April was still a busy housewife, Peter still had a job... Of sorts... And Michael was still your best friend, so you still found time to play video games and chill out with him. Mike's become surprisingly good at handling a controller while on his elbows and knees, with your dick buried in his ass.

After your surprise proposal, it was clear your upcoming wedding would become the focus of Cassandra's documentary. As such, she was very interested to learn each family member's thoughts on your unique situation.

She soon noticed that when you're in the room, it can be difficult for you to avoid dominating the conversation; after all, your bimbos are utterly devoted to your pleasure. You didn't deny this, and agreed that it would make the most sense for the interviews to take place while you're away. You don't even watch them until after the documentary is complete.

Much of the interviews pertain to the past in this alternate reality, in the time before Charles brought you (or your consciousness, or whatever) over from "boring, non-sexy Earth." Some events are similar to your original life, while others... Well, you wish you remembered them this way.

Fitting her role as your domestic bimbo goddess, April's interview takes place in the kitchen. Free from cum stains for the moment, her attire is modest by April standards: her massive funbags are cooped up in a white tank top, titflesh peaking out from all sides. Tight black booty shorts and stiletto heals round out the outfit, and she's wearing subtle makeup: that was her suggestion, given the serious nature of the interview. Still, she's always conscious of the pleasure of anyone watching her, so she makes sure to pose in a way that shows off her body.

Cassandra remains off-camera, a disembodied voice that's only there to get April's story.

"Before we start, Mrs. Summer, congratulations are in order."

"Thank you!" April grins. "I guess it'll be Mrs. Doe soon... It still feels like such a dream come true."

"Have you been dreaming about John proposing to you for a long time?"

She blinks, a look of confusion momentarily passing over her gorgeous features. "I mean, I suppose I have. I'm always so focused on pleasing him, and this will let me tend to his needs for the rest of my life, so..." Looking closely, you see her nipples stiffen under her thin top. "He's out buying my real engagement ring right now."

"Let's talk about that a bit. As you know, the subject of my research is unusual D-Cup+ relationships, and I'd like to know a bit more about yours. How long have you known John? And how did you meet?"

April smiles at the memory. "John's been friends with my son Michael since they were very young. I remember him biking over here to sleep over on Friday nights. They'd stay up late playing video games, then wake up first thing in the morning to watch cartoons while I loaded them up with sugary cereal. You know, one time I poured him some chocolate sugar bombs, and he said..." She chuckles. "...He said I was so nice that he'd marry me when he was grown up. A mini-proposal, just like that. Then he wandered off to watch... Hmm, something with giant robots, I think."

"You've certainly come a long way from that."

"Oooh, yes," April laughs. "They were good kids, though. My daughter Carol would tag along with them too, sometimes, trying to be like her big brother and his friend... Sometimes they'd be okay with that, and sometimes not."

"And when did things change?"

"Oh, not for a long time." April puts a finger to her lips, pursing them. "Not until John turned eighteen."

"Not when Michael came of age? I thought he was a few months older?"

"Yes, but he didn't..." She clears her throat. "You have to understand, my breasts grew past D-cup soon after I had Mike. My husband and plenty of other men had been changing my wardrobe for years, and it was pretty skimpy by the time my little boy turned eighteen. I thought he was going to jump my bones on day one of adulthood... But week after week went by, and he still didn't use me."

"That isn't completely unusual. Even for boys with D-Cup+ mothers or aunts, not everyone fixates on **** for their first sexual encounter."

"True, but I could tell that wasn't the case for Michael... He spent plenty of time staring at my body. My husband and I were both confused by it. Peter thought he might just be too shy to approach me, so he told me to start teasing Mike. I had these tight cut-offs I would wear around the house to clean--I didn't have the designer body I do now, but I was no slouch. I'd make sure to lean over as often as possible, letting them ride up my ass. I could feel his eyes on me, more and more every day, and see how hard his dick was... But he never made a move. Peter and I would even fool around, let him walk in on us... Still nothing."

"But when John turned eighteen, something happened?"

"Oh yes." She flushes a little. "John's mother Christine is a very attractive woman, but not in free use territory. Every young man seems to have their first birthday fuck in mind long before the day, and John had decided on me. He's always been a persuasive kid... Man... You know what I mean. Apparently, he wanted to get a piece of me before my own son... And Mike agreed. Can you imagine that? Poor Michael definitely wanted me to be his first fuck too, which was why he didn't find any relief elsewhere. Can you imagine a boy that age just jerking off for months, patiently waiting his turn for his mother's pussy? It was so sweet."

"It does seem very surprising."

"Right? Well, John persuaded not only Michael, but all of their friends too. I was hands-off until he came of age and got his turn. I don't know whether he bribed them or if it was just his charm, but none of them approached me until after." She shakes her head. "Peter was in on it too, by that point. He took Mike and Carol camping for a long weekend. That's not really my thing, so I was going to stay home and catch up on my reading, but that sure didn't happen. There was a knock on the door, and there was John, grinning and asking if I knew what day it was."

"That weekend was a revelation. I was free use already, but most of the time it was Peter or his other middle-aged friends who were in control. I'd forgotten the stamina of the young, and the feeling of a virile, constantly-hard cock. That first night he was inexperienced but enthusiastic, and I got... Just railed..." She trails off for a moment before continuing.

"The Saturday was a bit more relaxed. It felt a little like the old days, except John was having a sleepover with me instead of Michael. Even the cartoons were there: see, Mike got a subscription to the hentai channel for his 18th, so John watched those big-titted anime babes while I gave him his first slow blowjob." She pauses again, looking to the right of the camera. "Um, do you mind if I play with myself? This is getting me wet."

"Of course not. This is your house, Mrs. Summer. Make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you," April sighs, beginning to touch herself through her tiny shorts. "Little show for the viewers... Especially my future hubby. Hey, John," she says with a giggle. "Not too much of a show, though. He told me over-the-clothes only until he gets back."

"Anyway, this wasn't so unusual for a young man's first adult birthday, but John really got into it. He told me what to wear, and how he wanted my hair and makeup. The Saturday wasn't as hard and fast as the Friday night. He had me in my little black dress, and we ordered in food so we could have a date by candlelight. Then we slow-danced, and he had me talk dirty... It was really sweet, actually. I don't think he'd ever had a real date before then. He may have spiked my wine with something from Pearson's, too, because I was feeling very horny and submissive by the time the music stopped. John slipped my dress down, and asked me to play with myself, but didn't let me cum... I did that for quite a while, eyes locked with his, getting more ****. Finally, he asked me to show him how to go down on a woman, and I was happy to oblige." Her fingers move faster between her legs. "It... It was a pretty amazing night."

"It definitely sounds like it."

"Sunday was all about playing with my body. More slow blowjobs, but I also got to oil up my original, natural boobs and give him his first tit job. He really liked that, and kept with the theme, getting himself off with my butt cheeks and thighs too. Then we soaped up in the shower, and did it all again. He told me I wasn't allowed to get off that day, though, because he had a surprise for me on Monday."

"Oh?"

"Monday, Michael came back early. This was part of the deal they made, I guess. A lot of it was a repeat of the first night, with Michael working out all of his pent up frustration after months of teasing, and John picking up the slack when he needed a break. I finally got to come that day while they were DPing me. John was in my ass, I think, trying it out for the first time."

"I was exhausted by the end of it, but it felt really good to know that I had made both their fantasies come true. I watched them fall asleep, and felt just about as fulfilled as a possibly could. John left later that evening, and said something that I didn't give much thought to at the time... He said he was glad his first time was with the 'original' April."

"That sounds ominous."

"No, no," April laughs. "Not ominous, but definitely a sign of things to come. John was very busy that summer, becoming quite the ladies man. Carol says he slept with every girl in the senior class before school started, and that's probably an exaggeration, but... Well, maybe not, given the whole virgin thing." She shrugs. "In any case, he didn't seem to have much time for me. Once in a while, though, he and Mike would repeat their new version of the old ritual: Saturday morning hentai, with me serving cereal and getting them off. But at the end of the summer, I finally found out what John had meant by that comment."

"My husband's friend, Dr. Emmett Pearson, had already been running his clinic for a few years at that point. Body modifications were just starting to come down in price... Maybe you're a bit young to remember, but those sorts of things used to be reserved for the rich. Peter's always done well for the family, but when we were starting out we had to pick between affording a suite of body modifications for me, or raising a family. I don't regret our choice, of course."

"I remember John being over for dinner a few times over the years at the same time as Emmett, but I didn't realize just how much those two had been chatting. Peter mentioned once or twice that Emmett would give us a friends and family discount, but we never got around to taking advantage of it."

"But that summer, Peter and the boys came to me to explain what they called 'The Deal.' Michael seemed quite excited; Peter was the one who actually explained it, but... From John's quiet grin, I had my suspicions that this was his idea."

"You probably know that most boys call their senior year of high school 'The Golden Year.' They turn 18, some lucky ones like Michael and John before the first day of class, and they get to use all their free use privileges on any senior girl or faculty member who hits the D-Cup+ mark. It's also the year where most boys see a sudden drop in their grades, with all the new opportunities to indulge. The D-Cup+ girls get some slack, since they don't have a choice, but men seem to mature so much slower, and, well... A lot of them really don't handle responsibilities well," she laughs. "Peter would always complain about how he spent his vacation before college in a summer school program, run by a bunch of old, male, retired teachers. We encouraged Michael to keep his grades up and avoid that fate, but we all knew it would be difficult."

"They found the solution while John's father, Greg, was golfing with Peter. Greg had been thinking about how much time and effort John had put into making me his first eighteenth birthday present, and how much both boys loved their special weekends with me. It gave him an idea... A way to keep their grades up."