Clair awoke the next morning to both of her Mothers having come to wake her up. Well, while both were present, only Sarah was doing the actual waking.
Her Mom's entire torso, which also included both arms, had been sealed inside of a cupless, black latex corset. Her breasts, being completely uncovered, bounced around with every step she took. Her nipples were connected by a metal chain, to which Sarah had attached a leash and was leading her around by. Her arms apparently had been sealed inside of the corset, as where her arms normally would be, only a shiny smooth surface was there.
While her head may be exposed, her head was still fixed in place by the posture collar she was wearing. Her mouth and nose had been covered by a mask which pushed her nose up, mimicking the appearance of a pig nose, as well as comform her mouth into an O shape. Her ears were covered too, with a set of fake pig ears comming out of the top of her head. Do to the mask, if her mother wanted to communicate, at best she could grunt, snort, and sometimes squeal like a pig.
From her waste down, her legs were fit into a black latex hobble skirt. Her feet were locked inside of a pair of special heels where just the heel portion of the shoe is present. The rest of her foot was completely exposed, forcing her to practically walk around barefoot. Interestingly, it appears that Sarah had painted her toes black too.
Comming out from behind, a black latex pig tail was in place above her ass. Upon further inspection, Clair discovered that even her Mom's pussy and asshole had been filled with the suit's built in latex condoms. The bright pink pussy insert was a pretty hard contrast to the black latex.
Sarah on the other hand, was completely naked like usual. Her pig cock was sticking out of its sheath too. She carried the scent of recently having sex too. The only thing she had on her, was an anal hook, to which the leash that was pulling her mom along had been tied to.
She knew that her mom is rutinely trained by Sarah, but watching it in action was still a bit too much. Sarah never had a shread of shame though. For your entire life, she never once had been embarrassed. She always stood confidently, extruding an aura of both superiority and dominance.
Sarah had awoken you by sucking on your boobs, leaving behind a slow trickling of milk which was now forming a wet spot on your sheets. "You should be proud Clair. That was some of the best breast milk that I have ever tasted. It makes me want to just claim you all for myself. But since I am already your mother, and nothing can top that honor no matter what, so all that I can do I guess is to just pimp you out to Victoria and have her pay me with some of your milk" said Sarah, while pretending to scheme as if she was making the best of losing something.
"Yeah, its unfortunate for sure. But since Mother is the highest you can get, you will just have to be happy with being one of them. But hey, isn't a 2 way tie for the best role still great?" You reply while playing along with the bit.
"It definitely is!" Sarah confirms, pulling you in for a hug. Oddly, you felt her squeeze sonething soft behind your head. At the same time, she began to play with your ass. Confused, you look over to your mirror to see that your ass is resting right where your shoulders would be meeting your neck.
You reach a few toes up to feel around your repositioned ass. As you poke and rub things, you find your former asshole has now become just a vent for breathing out of. Curious, you lean backwards until your ass is on the bed. It felt exactly like you were sitting, while resting your head on top of some comfortable cushions. You guessed pillows were no longer necessary for you since none of them could even compare to your own ass's feel.
"Well, you did always have a nice ass Clair. I am glad you get to keep it. It means I can rent you out to Vicia for even more since you are such a high quality product."
"MOM, I am already dating Vicia you know, so you can't suddenly start charging her rent!" You say loudly while trying hard not to laugh at her joke. You knew well enough just how much Sarah liked Vicia. She treated her just like if she was her second daughter. It also helped that Vicia had similar fetishes to her. While not nearly as hard core, she was unquestionably the dominant one if your relationship. And now you could truly become her throne. You begin picturing having her ass squish your boobs for hours as she empties all of her various fluids into you. Commanding you to bring her places. Would she force you to be naked in public? You secretly hoped she would.
"Anyways, I called your work and explained everything. They wished you good luck with your HCR and hoped to maybe see you as one of their customer's pet or something. I also sent Vicia an update too since I bet you wont be able to text her much longer. You did want her to be the one who owns you right?"
"1000 times yes. I belong only to her."
"Good, then here, I picked this up for you last night." Sarah walked over to your bound Mom and unhooked a bag hanging from her pussy. She undid the button for you and set it down on the bed. Using your toes, you opened up the bag and oulled out a very detailed black choker with [Clair - Victoria] imprinted on it. Your new full name. It was tradition that when someone with HCR becomes owned by another, that they take both of their first names and display them on their choker to show that they are claimed.
"Wait a minute! I don't even know if Vicia is not an HCR too yet. If she is also an HCR, than I can be owned by her."
"Well, she is definitely not an HCR canidate you know... I figured that her massive horsecock would have made that obvious Clair. Maybe you didn't hear about it, but scientists just recently discovered that it is impossible for specifically animal based futanari to become HCRs for some reason. So Victoria definitely is not going to become an HCR. She did say that she would stop by after her shift, and that she took the rest of the week off to spend it helping you adapt." Sarah informed. Vicia had called you earlier that morning to check on your condition, but you had accidentally left your phone in the living room last night. Apparently Sarah had answered it when Vicka called since you were still sleeping, and to inform her that you won't be able to use your phone soon too, so she should pick up a phone insert for HCR claim chockers on her way over.