The Trophy, Segment Seven

Though the Martin Rigid Stock holds Mrs. Casperson’s head and shoulders some twelve inches above the bottom of the cage, in finally lying somewhat supine, she can more comfortably rest.

She thinks about her long day, just another of many, being placed on display for husband Arlen Jacobs Casperson... for the gawking eyes of business associate Charles Hanson. She thinks of the exacting but strict care of Nurse Grayson, her body no longer hers, instead now many pounds of growing flesh to be ignominiously molded and exhibited.

Each day she is weighed, Mrs. Grayson smugly calling out the slow but steady gain.

Twenty five pounds! Formerly quite athletic, Mrs. Casperson thinks of all the expensive equipment for exercise in the basement. Now denied its use, Mrs. Grayson instead gleefully proclaims her workouts... on machines given to her as gifts!

And now, having been bedded at an hour when infants are placed in their crib, husband Arlen and Mrs. Grayson enjoy together an after dinner drink. It infuriates, but what is it she can do? There is further aggravation in looking upwards to the large bed which, for a week or two after her honeymoon, she shared with her esteemed husband. And now, though having to observe upside down, in the dim room light she must watch as her husband and Mrs. Grayson engage in unending carnal lust.

There come thoughts of Maria... a young termagant. A maid!.. yet having the temerity to demand the lady of the house call her ‘Miss’!

What is happening!    

Meanwhile on the porch, Arlen Jacobs Casperson and Mrs. Grayson partake in a glass of rare port, enjoying the setting sun on a beautiful summer’s evening.

“How many more pounds, Arlen? It will become more and more difficult to lead her about hooded, leashed and hobbled with a couple more weeks of weight gain.”

“I suppose another ten to fifteen should decimate any feminine pride in her appearance. Plus there’s you know... there will be the weight gain of my child.”

“You know in pregnancy the chastity belt will need to come off. The waist adjustments can only be expanded so far.”

“Yes, Joan, I’m aware,” the formality of surnames dispensed with when alone. “But without it, she’ll feel even more naked and exposed, don’t you think?”

“I can only imagine the humiliation felt in putting her on display... fattened, belly bulging, lengthy nipples and with breasts ready to let down. But you used to like her body. Quite voluptuous. Why the change?”

“Because I can do it, I suppose. And in a way she’s becoming even more voluptuous... in my mind it’s like sculpting a statue. I have the power to make it into anything I desire. It excites”

A hand of dark brown slips to the lap of the master of the house. With a firm yet tender grope, beneath the zipper knowing fingers find a stiffening appendage, gently stroking through the cloth.

“Yes it does, Arlen, doesn’t it? And to remind you, I’m going to need a sperm sample... probably more than one.” 

“I know but... well... you make a good bed, Joan. It will disappointing to forgo.”

“Only for one or two nights. The sperm count will need to be maximized. You’d not want me having to impregnate her more often than absolutely necessary. It is best that her denial to be as strict as possible.”

A lecherous Arlen Jacobs Casperson smiles, sipping his port, feeling his manhood come to full erection. The hand motion is marvelous. Every woman should be imbued with such skills, he mentally concludes. Perhaps best trained as teens to tease and titillate the male organ.
    
“Let’s see if Maria has Mrs. Casperson properly bedded for the night, shall we? She has certainly stepped into the role with... well... I suppose... unexpected willingness, hasn’t she? You’ve trained her well, Joan.”

“And what else would you like me to train her to do?” the query coming with a mischievous smile.

The zipper is slid open. The firm knowing hand glides within to find the now rock hard impressive phallus. The fingers close about the girth as Joan Grayson arises from her chair.

“Enough port, Arlen. You have other needs.”

Having guided about the leashed lady of the house, it is now the master of the house’s turn to subordinate to the imposing caregiver. Arlen Jacobs Casperson shrugs then cedes, rising from his chair as well, his penis following as nurse Joan Grayson leads to the bedroom.