Susan

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Chapter 1: Training to be a server

As I approach the gate, I'm a bit apprehensive. I know that anyone who fails the training twice is pet food, and I don't want to wind up on some store shelf ground up in a bag or some cans. When my time comes, I want to be cooked with care and be enjoyed by whoever eats me. I remember that one of my older brothers was far too fat to make it through the training, even if he starved himself, so my dad cooked him the day before his eighteenth birthday. He wasn't the best tasting meal in the world, but he was better than the shit we eat most nights. Our dad owns us, because we're his children. If mom was still alive, mom and dad would both own us. A decision to kill or sell someone can only be made if it's unanimous from all of that person's owners. Since dad is the only one that owns us, he was able to make that decision to kill my brother.

I'm not as big as my brother was, but I'm not completely fit either, so that'll take some work. Being fit is no guarantee either. I will have to learn all the right skills too. A perfect body that can't deliver is still just ground up for pet food.

I pause, looking at the door for a second, then turn to look back at my dad, who's sitting in the driver's seat of his car. I can still taste his cum. I see one of my brothers, who was sitting in the back seat on the way here, climbing into the front passenger seat now that I'm no longer there. It's the responsibility of everyone to ensure their owner or owners are sexually gratified. This is especially true right before a meal, when it's customary for a person to wait to eat until their owner has reached orgasm. I smile at them. Dad takes this opportunity to reassure me “Go on in, honey, you're gonna do just fine, I know it.” As he says this, I watch him pushing my brother's head down towards his lap.

“I love you, dad!”, I reply, as I turn around and open the door.

As I step inside, it's smells somewhat sterile, not as sterile as a hospital, but in the way that all government buildings seem to smell. There's a woman at the front desk. She's probably in her mid-thirties. I can see that her boobs have started to sag a little. Across from her are a few chairs, mostly empty. There are three people sitting, filling out forms. One boy is leaning his clipboard against his cock, rocking it gently with each press of his pen. The other boy is masturbating with his left hand while filling out the form on the chair next to him with his right. I can smell the girl's excitement in the air as well.

The older woman greets me dryly, “Happy birthday, dear. Fill out one of these forms.” She gestures towards a pile of clipboards on her desk, each pre-loaded with a form. “The pens are over there.” She gestures to what looks at first glance to be a pot of flowers, but the flowers are fake, with their stems actually being pens. I take one of each and walk over to the masturbating boy.

“You know,” I interrupt, “you shouldn't be doing that yourself, especially on your birthday.” His concentration breaks from the form he's filling out to look at me, but he doesn't stop masturbating. After a second, he finally replies, “Um...” I roll my eyes at him and kneel on the floor in front of him, putting my clipboard under his chair. As I take the head of his penis in my mouth, he replies “Thanks” and turns back to filling out his form. I work on filling out my form as I suck. It reminds me at first of all the times I've done homework with a penis in my mouth. That is, until I get a mouthful of cum before I've even finished writing my name down. It was a disappointingly short blowjob.

I look up at him, with an expression of “that's it?” on my face, his cock still halfway in my mouth, as it softens. As I'm about to let go, he reaches his left hand around to the back of my head and pulls me closer. He's too soft to cum again, what is he doing? Just then, I taste an unmistakable salty flavor. Not knowing his bladder, I swallow as fast as I can to keep from making a mess. Once he's done, he releases my head, walks up to the desk, hands the old woman his form, and goes through the next door without a word.

I look over at the other two and see that the girl is now bent over two seats filling out her form on a third while the other boy has his clipboard on her back and his penis in her ass. I put my clipboard on the seat that the boy I just sucked off was sitting on and fill out the rest of the form with my ass in the air, in case anyone else comes in. No one does. The form itself is just basic contact information. Name, government ID, gender, current owner(s), who would own me if something happened to my owner(s), number and types of dependents I own, who they would each go to if something happened to me, and for us girls, how long we've been pregnant. Once I finish, I see the other two still fucking, but their clipboards are on another chair. They've probably finished them. I hand mine in and go through the next door.

The inside has sections and rotates. The hallway leads to my section's common room, which has a door to a shared bathroom with five stalls and spiral stairs that lead up to thirty small bedrooms, each with one small bed. When this first section finishes filling up with thirty-five people, the inside will rotate so the next section's common room will face the main entrance to start filling up, and my section's training will begin.

The first thing to do right now is to select a day of the week for my bathroom shifts. There's a sign up sheet in the common room. Looking at the current schedule, there are twenty-three people in my section so far. I decide to take one of the Tuesday shifts. With the bathroom fresh on my mind and the taste of piss in my mouth, I decide to take a look at the bathroom. Two of the five stalls are roped off from use and empty, with their upper parts raised to fit people into, and the other three have people in them. There are two girls and a guy.

The bathroom stalls are like very large urinals that go from about five feet up the wall to the floor and about five feet along the floor creating an 'L' shape. The whole thing is about three feet wide. Home bathroom stalls tend not to be as long, since you don't expect more than one or two people to use them at a time. About three feet up, there's a hole in the wall big enough around for the average torso. The part above this can be unlocked and slid upwards. Extending from above a stall's center are two rough ropes which are slightly frayed with loops on the ends for a person's wrists. This person is a toilet. Extending from above a stall on either side are rough ropes of the same slightly frayed sort, with loops on the ends for the toilet's ankles. The ropes probably chafe against the skin. The rope lengths are adjustable with cranks, and are pulled tight enough to keep the toilet from moving, but not tight enough to pull on them painfully. Public bathrooms always have these ropes or chains, but home bathrooms rarely do, as toilets at home are usually only locked in for the duration of one or two uses.

The height of the opening makes it easy to fuck the toilet. Male toilets go in these stalls face up, so their penises point up, to make their penises fuckable (their asses being fuckable either way), while female toilets go in them face down so the blood doesn't rush to their head. Along the bottom, of the 'L' shape, the center ten to fifteen inches is raised to stand on. The drain is right at the joint of the 'L' shape and leads to the city's piss system to be used for people to drink, shower in, or whatever else they might need piss for. If the stalls are all in use and someone else comes in needing to go, they just pee on the back of someone who's peeing on or fucking a person in a stall, and/or fuck that person in the ass. I've been in the stall at home before when my dad or siblings have needed to use it, but home bathrooms tend to have padded stalls. These are not padded and look very uncomfortable.

There's also a bucket under the toilet's ass in case they need to poop while in the stall. When other people come in and need to poop, they just squat under the toilet, with their face near the toilet's ass. If they're nice, they might lick the toilet's ass or pussy while they poop. If someone needs to poop and the stalls are all in use, but not all of them are being pooped in, they could go in front of someone who's peeing and squat there to poop, getting their head pissed on. Someone only needs to wait to use a toilet if they need to poop and all the buckets are in use, which is rare.

On the opposite end of the wall, above where the toilet's head sticks out, is a sink. Piss comes out when it's turns on for people to rinse their hands in after they pee. While they do so, the toilet uses their mouth to clean off the person's genitals with their tongue. If the person turns around, they could get their ass cleaned as well. A person can decide to just be cleaned up by the toilet, or to receive full oral sex from the toilet. One could also decide to pee in the toilet's mouth, giving them something to drink.

I walk over to look more closely at today's toilets. Two of them still look clean. They couldn't've been here for long. The third has a little bit of a shine to her, from whoever pissed on her today. I also see that she hasn't been wiped since the last time she pooped. I know how uncomfortable that can get, and she's likely to be uncomfortable enough in there, so I give her a few quick licks to clean her up. Looking down, I see that her stall's poop bucket is full. The other two stalls have empty buckets.

I decide next to go up and take a look at the bedrooms. The first one I open has a boy sleeping in the bed. I can hear moans coming from the next one. At the fourteenth room, I finally find one that's vacant. I sit on the bed and think about this new situation. Everyone that's here for training is still full of hormones and many are taking the opportunity to fuck. My dad explained to me to stay focused though if I want to pass. Fucking's good, but stay focused. Serving in real life isn't as easy as the serving simulator video games. I can't really work on things I haven't been taught yet, but I do know about the fitness requirement, and there's plenty of stairs, so I decide to climb to the thirtieth room at the top, then go back down to the common room, and see how long I could do that for. I'm glad I'm not near the end of a pregnancy, or this would be a lot more difficult. I'm only about two months pregnant.

I walk up to the top. The stairs keep going to the ceiling, but the steps after the thirtieth bedroom are just decorative. As I walk back down, I occasionally see other people switching rooms, or coming up the stairs to find a room. When I reach the common room again, I feel a little sore from the walking. I'm clearly more out of shape than I thought, but I'll work on it. The common room now has a few people in it. One is signing up for a bathroom shift, and there's one waiting behind him to sign up. At the table, a guy is kneeling on the floor, with his head buried in one of the girl's pussies, who's trying to have a conversation with a larger girl, but is clearly very distracted from it. I sit down near them.

The larger girl sees me sit down and seeing that her friend is barely paying attention, turns to me. “Happy birthday, I'm Theresa.”

“Thanks, I'm Susan. Is it your birthday too?”

Theresa looks down at the table as she replies, “No, mine was about two months ago...” That means she failed her first try at the training. This is her second try. If she fails again, she's pet food. Judging by her body shape, that is very likely. She's been through the training recently though, so I figure I might be able to get some information from her on what to expect and what sorts of things I could start working on now.

“Well, happy belated birthday, then.”

We talk for a while and continue to hang out. The rest of that day and the next, I exercise on the stairs, eat the shit that's served to us, have some sex, chat, and learn more about what to expect from Theresa. At midnight on Monday night, it's my turn to take a shift in the bathroom. Right beforehand, I do some extra running on the stairs, then take my place. It's as uncomfortable as I expected, but I've tired myself out enough to sleep anyway.

I wake up to a pleasant warm sensation on my behind. Someone chose me for their morning piss. Afterward, he chose me for his morning fuck too. As my stomach gurgles, I find myself hoping that he waits to cum until he's washing his hands. He doesn't. When he comes around to wash his hands, all I get is what little cum and pussy juices have clung to his dick, but there's already another warm spray on my ass. This repeats one after the next, like everyone just woke up as the same time. A few of the guys fuck me after they pee, so I can taste my pussy or ass on their dick. One skips pissing on my ass and just pisses down my throat while washing his hands, which helps settle my stomach a little, but not fully.

After the group is done, there's just silence. The piss on my ass, legs, and back starts to feel a little cold and sticky. I find the boredom to be worse than the pain. I wait to be fed breakfast, and it feels like forever before someone comes in. When I hear the bathroom door open, I think “finally!”, but it's just a repeat of the morning, getting pissed on, one after another, and licking/sucking everyone's genitals clean. This repeats a few more times before I feel someone letting me out. I'm starving, wet, cold, and dizzy. It's apparently midnight again.

They didn't feed us all day. Today was also the first day of training, which means that I missed that. I help tie the guy who's replacing me into the restraints. My joints are all cramped, so I stretch a few of them. I look down at the bucket that was under me, and it had apparently been emptied recently. There was only one poop in it. I was far too hungry to wait for the next day's breakfast, so I reached in and ate it right away, licking my hand clean. Everyone else had gone to bed at ten, so the first twenty-five rooms were already taken, meaning that the five of us had to walk up the stairs to the top five rooms, with all our cramps, to sleep. We didn't say a word as we climbed up to our beds.

The next day, I meet our trainer, Jim, and find out what the first stage of our training is. The hallway that we entered the place through now leads instead to a room with balance beams. We run laps around the walls of it before each meal and before bed, have a few breaks that we all go to the bathroom for, and spend the rest of the time practicing our balance on the beams. Good balance helps ensure that we don't drop anything or fall as servers. Servers need to appear at least moderately graceful. Most of us start off fairly terrible at this, but wind up doing passably okay by the end.

The meals are mostly just shit and piss, but four times during the two months a baby is born to the group, which gets taken and baked for that evening's dinner. Unfortunately, I miss one of them because its birth falls on a Tuesday.

Each day at random, one person of each gender is chosen for the milk/cum test, where the only thing they get to have that day is cum (if they're a girl) and milk (if they're a guy), with everyone lining up to give what they have to the chosen person. At the end of the day, they need to purposely vomit a full glass of slightly acidic cum or milk for the trainer.

For the next phase of our training, we have two trainers, Steve and Melissa. We still have to run laps the same and everything, but this phase's room has seats and we practice sex as done for the benefit of a potential customer. This starts with everyone being divided into two lines randomly, one for each trainer, and whoever is at the front of the line gives oral sex to that trainer, they say whether the trainee passes or fails, then they go to the back of the other line, and they continue until they get passes from both trainers. Most people pass pretty easily, but a few people fail once or twice, with one exception.

The exception is a girl named Cindy who has apparently never given a blowjob before, which is pretty strange. Apparently, her home is all girls. Her dad was cooked a long time ago, and the family has cooked every male child born to it. She's only even had sex with guys every nine months, when her mom would take her out to get fucked after each birth. It's the responsibility of every girl's owner to make sure she's always pregnant if she's old enough for this to be possible. This is part of why most of my kids have been with my dad, but I have had a few with my friends, siblings, and teachers. Cindy's mom is not a fan of men for some reason, though Cindy doesn't seem to know why. She doesn't manage to pass. To help her out, she winds up chosen the following day for cum. All she can eat is cum, which means she does a lot of cock sucking, but instead of getting better at sucking cock, she just fails the cum vomit test.

This test is repeated for other forms of sex, with all but Cindy passing smoothly, since most people have plenty of experience by this age. At the end of the last day of the sex phase, Cindy's told to practice with guys as she trains, and that she'll have to be tested again at the end of the cycle, and will need to pass then to be able to pass her training. That goes for the cum test as well. The rest of us have shown basic competence.

The next phase involves puncturing ourselves to fill a glass with blood. It's on the third day of this test that I get the cum vomit test, which means that I'm even weaker this day. I manage to pass anyway. The phase after that is for pain tolerance. We need to be able to maintain our composure, not just through the pain of filling a glass with blood, but if we're snuffed by a more sadistic customer as well (within reason). I've had my share of spankings before, but the electric rackets they used on us were a lot more painful. It took some time to adjust well enough to stay calm enough through the pain, but I was one of the first few to manage to do so.

Finally, there was a general section for people to work on whatever they still needed to work on. Cindy was pretty much constantly sucking cocks. Theresa was doing a lot of running and had been starving herself, but it was pretty clear to me that she wasn't going to make the cut. I ran with her. I've pretty much gotten into shape by this point, but one can never be too sure, and I'd already passed everything else.

When it was finally over, we were all lined up waiting to be told the results. One by one, they went down the line. Most people passed. Two people, Cindy and Matt, were told that they were going to have to repeat the training. George had apparently failed the first time on pain tolerance, making this his second time through the training, and he passed. When they reached Theresa, they measured her fat, she looked down at the measuring tool, and quickly jerked to the side to try to run. The trainer was quicker and stronger than she was, and pulled her, screaming, to the grinder, and just kinda pushed her over into it as we all watched. There was a blood splatter onto its walls, but this blood moved down the walls to join her meat. The standards for pet food are a lot lower than those for human food, so it's not necessary to remove the bones or any particular organs like it would be for food intended for humans.