Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School Ch. 05

We're currently a month into Adam's time at Sasha Sucklove's. I love all your comments and feedback here! Thanks for reading!

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Things at Sasha Sucklove's kept getting worse and worse.

First off was the smart-fabric corset that Adam was forced into, that soon became standard issue among the students. It was like constantly being crushed, being squeezed to the point where it felt like your ribs were going to break. It was hard to breathe as he felt his organs being constricted inside his tapering waist. If he had to guess, it was partially a response to the short lived revolt. If any of the students tried to fight anyone in one of these, they'd soon find themselves with no wind in their lungs. Exertion was almost entirely out of the question. Even gym class had gotten lighter on them. As Mistress Amy said "You girls shouldn't have to lift a finger. That's for big strong men."

Right now their gym class was almost entirely squats, with Amy taking their measurements every day. According to her, the girl with the bigger butt at the end of the month would get a reward. No one could imagine it was anything good.

But it wasn't just their butts that were coming along. Adam now had B cups, with small, pointed nipples due to all the hormones. They were driving his body crazy, along with everyone else's. It was like going through puberty all over again with outlet at all. And as much as he hated to admit it, seeing his classmate's feminized bodies wasn't helping. It had been so long since he had any release and it was making his already anxious mind even more addled. It was hard to keep his head on straight most of the time. Their failed rebellion had not only put the most willful students away, but it had revealed all they'd learned, all their strategies of escape. Adam tried to whisper with more students, to play something else, but no one trusted him. Most believed he'd sold them out. Even those he convinced were suspicious. Everyone was. There were rumors that some of the students had wanted to be sissified, and that the cost of their tuition here was their role as an informant for the headmaster. Adam believed those as much as he believed the stories of Ethan, the great and fabled escape artist. It was all propaganda.

Still, some believed it. What else did they have?

Cindy believed in Adam though. They talked in the dorm and tried to ignore all their changes. By now, Cindy's red hair had grown out enough for the headmaster to cut the dirty blonde away. All of the student's hair seemed to be growing faster, but theirs was on another level. Adam's was to her shoulders but even with only the hair Cindy had grown here, theirs was a bit longer. The only hair that the students weren't growing was the hair everywhere else. They were smooth as could be below their eyelashes.

With their sissy bodies blooming, presentation became the most important thing. The heels of every new student were 6 inches by the end of the month, locked onto their feet as they did their best to adjust. Fashion class got to the point where the students were designing their own outfits... as long as they were lewd, girly, skimpy and to "proper uniform code."

For example, as Adam walked down the hall to my next anatomy class, he was wearing a low cut blouse of soft pink, a jacket of darker pink and a tiny, flowy white skirt. He took a seat next to Cindy who was in a dark purple dress, tight with the bodice but flared out for the skirt. She had tried making pants for herself but... well, let's just say her plug expanded a size or two that day.

That was another thing about this place. The plugs were unbearable when it came to the student's hormonal, denied desires. They teased the sissies in the worst, most disgusting way, making them feel like the girls they were meant to be whether they liked it or not. That's why a small plug was a blessing. A big one just meant that a sissy could barely take a step without being reminded of her new sensitivities. Sometimes Adam tried to give himself stimulation through the cage, but it was no use. He was almost positive they had switched it out for something smaller while he was sleeping, but they did a lot while the sissies slept. He knew that they could knock the students out with the push of a button, and that his days and nights might not be as consecutive as he thought.

Not like they cared though. No one listened to the theories of a traitor. With Gina still missing and the other rebels terrified into obedience on return, it seemed like all hopes of resistance were gone. Adam sure couldn't put anything together. Maybe they were planning something without him but he doubted it.

"Now, students we talked yesterday about your new boobies and the importance of a proper bra. Namely, the fact that sissies don't deserve them" said Dr. Green from behind her desk. It was true. Their underwear was all lingerie and showy stuff, nothing with function and support at the forefront.

"Now we need to talk about your bottoms!" she said as she clicked onto the next slide. On it was a picture of Cindy, unconscious with the Doctor's face posed by her bare butt. She was making the peace sign as she took the selfie.

The students squirmed in discomfort. Adam put a comforting hand on Cindy's shoulder.

"Alright, just trying to make my presentations more fun..." sighed Dr. Greene. "Sorry. But my question is, have any of you toyed with yourself down there?"

Silence.

"Come on. No one?" she asked, not buying it.

Maybe she was right, but no one was going to admit it. At least Adam hadn't touched himself for real though.

"Well you should. Because your hormones are just... well. I haven't come up with a way to stop them from going haywire during the first months of your changes, and the headmaster said I shouldn't try to. It's a perfectly natural thing for a sissy to do!" she explained.

It didn't look like she was getting her point across.

"I'm just trying to help you girls know your bodies. So to make sure you're aware of a sissy's needs and the ways she should handle them..."

She snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, a cart was wheeled in, one with some sort blanket or tarp hiding something atop it.

"I'd like to show you a girl who has totally embraced her sissy button as a means of relief and enjoyment. I very much hope you follow her example."

Adam rolled his eyes. It was going to be Brianna. It was always Brianna. From showing off sissy flexibility to helping their fashion teacher by sitting in on a class, their student body president was the number one example of how a sissy ought to be. Dr. Greene was going to pull that tarp off and reveal Brianna there, waiting for a demonstration.

Dr Greene grabbed the covering and pulled it off to reveal-

Gina.

She was wearing a blindfold and noise canceling head phones but it was her. They recognized her even if the weeks she'd been gone had clearly brought changes. Her tanned breasts were bare along with the rest of her, her almost flat cage glistening metallic pink in the light as all the students gasped. Her long, dark, curly hair reached her mid back and if it wasn't for their memories of the former rebel, the students would have never been able to imagine the girl before them as once being at all masculine.

She couldn't hear or see them, but as Dr. Greene grabbed a suction cup dildo off her desk, she tapped her on their shoulder. The sissy practically spasmed with need at the touch. Dr. Greene affixed the suction cup of the 9 inch toy on the cart in front of Gina and then gave her another tap. As if knowing what she meant, Gina lifted herself up, positioning it right beneath her hole-

And letting her weight bring her all the way down on it. It slid in until they couldn't see it anymore, entirely hidden inside her hungry hole. She lifted herself up and then down again, bouncing cravenly and moaning like she was in heat. They'd never heard more satisfied noises, never seen a face look more fulfilled. She grabbed herself by her own ankles and rode the toy with reckless abandon, screaming out so loud that people in other rooms probably heard her.

The students tried to avert their eyes as the former rebel leader rode the massive dildo and shouted out thank yous, pathetically mewling as she hit herself right in the spot until finally-

"Fuck! Fuck! Daddy!!!" she screamed, spasming like she was being tased until she spurted from her little cage and nearly collapsed off the cart. Dr. Greene walked over and put a hand on her back to calm and steady her.

And with her other hand, she took off her headphones and blindfold.

The look of utmost bliss on her face immediately snapped back into horror. She looked like she'd just seen her own ghost as she looked out into her fellow students.

"Gina, thank me for letting you finish..." asked Dr. Greene.

After a moment of sheer mortification, Gina cleared her throat and answered. "Th... thank you. You've made me a very happy sissy."

Dr. Greene gave her a pat on her bare back and then guided her up, the massive silicon member sliding on her hole until she got high enough that it plopped right out.

"Alright, Gina. You can rejoin your friends now. You've gotten through all your remedial training" said the good doctor as she walked her over to an open seat, still naked as she reluctantly sat down.

The rest of the class was a rather boring scientific lesson on how touching yourself released positive endorphins, but none of them really paid attention. They just looked ahead with pale faces and tried not to stare at Gina's nude body. Finally, the bell rang. Everyone got up and minced out.

"Gina" asked Adam as he made my way over to her. She was keeping her head down, trying to hurry out as Cindy and Adam came to her side.

"Hey..." she said awkwardly, naked and still caked in sweat.

"I'm... I'm sorry" said Adam.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. Now I really should-"

Cindy didn't let her walk away. "Do you want... are you too scared to try again?" she asked. They needed all the allies they could get if they were going to get out of here and if Gina didn't think this was Adam's fault...

"I... can't. I'm sorry. It's... it's over for me. Okay. Good luck... sorry" said Gina, pushing her way past Cindy. The two roommates watched her mince down the hall and then looked to each other.

The rest of the day only made them wonder more and more what had happened to Gina. She was soon clothed in a low cut halter top and the tiniest skirt any of the students in her class had yet worn. Not only that, but she was a model student. She was suddenly doing squats, sewing and deportment exercises with more enthusiasm than anyone else. It was creepy.

"I guess she's no help..." said Adam.

"He" corrected Cindy with a bit of offense in their voice.

"Oh... right. Sorry. It's just-"

"I know."

The next two days saw Gina smiling her way through lessons, acting like the best sissy she could possibly be. There was a bit of "blink twice if you're being held hostage" look in her eyes, but she was still doing everything like there was no place she'd rather be. And no one was able to get her to say what had happened in the lower levels.

However, the students soon had bigger problems.

Adam woke up one day to find his schedule as usual, but with a strange new block at the end of the day.

RELIEF

"Relief?"

"You too?" asked Cindy as they looked over their own schedule. It seemed, as the day went on, that every student had a relief session scheduled. Only Gina seemed like the possible exception, but that was only because she wouldn't discuss her schedule with the other students. She wouldn't share any information with them. She just smiled her way through classes and said nothing. So the students just struggled through their classes as the tension and suspense built inside of them. The classes themselves didn't help.

"Hannah" asked Mistress Rachel as they began their deportment class. "I have a very special assignment for you today."

Hannah, a blonde in a pastel pink blouse and dark pink skirt, slowly stood. She likely had no idea what this was about but the Mistresses were in the habit of picking random students to serve as examples.

"Hannah, this is the key to your cage" she said, reaching inside one of the drawers in her desk and laying it down for all to see. They had never seen one outside the doctor's office, where the headmaster replaced their cages with even smaller ones. A key...

"I'm prepared to unlock you for the day. You just have to do one simple thing for me" said the Mistress in a matter of fact manner.

"Anything!" he eagerly exclaimed.

"Good. Good. Your job is simple: move like a man."

Hannah's brow creased. "Wha... what?"

"I know what you're thinking: it's a trap! I've spent a month teaching you to move like a woman. But I assure you that you won't be punished. Just move like a man."

Hannah nodded and took a step forward, an elegant, sliding step on their high heels. It was clear he knew his mistake right away, because they immediately looked embarrassed.

They expressed that embarrassment by throwing both hands over their mouth like some sort of coy Japanese schoolgirl. Then, he realized what he was doing. He put his hands back by his side but as he walked, he couldn't help but swaying them. He was moving in a sashay. "I... just give me a second!"

Adam suddenly realized why Hannah had been picked. The teachers never left anything to chance, especially not wagers. Hannah had been complaining last week that almost all their private sessions were with Mistress Rachel. They had been getting twice as much deportment, personalized to make it even more intense. Now, she was getting so flustered that she could hardly think. Even her annoyance was undoubtedly feminine. Her hands were balled up into cute little fists. Her face was scrunched in a bratty manner. They had spent a month having every masculine movement, gesture and expression punished out of them and replaced with the most prissy and girlish body language possible.

"That's enough, Hannah" smirked Mistress Rachel.

"No! I can do it!" snapped the student. Maybe they'd had a new set of muscle memories drilled into them, but they could overcome it with enough focus. They klnew they could.

"Can you?" asked the Mistress with a cold glare, reaching over and grabbing the key. "Because I just ordered you to stop. So even if you do, you'll be getting your key back in pieces."

Hannah went deathly pale.

"Now apologize, sissy."

"Sorry... Mistress" gulped Hannah.

"Like a good little girl. Like I taught you" she growled.

Hannah paused for a moment and stepped closer, clasping their hands together and putting out their bottom lip. "Mistress, I've been just the baddest gurl. Pretty please forgive your little sissy..." he whimpered before giving a deep curtsy. Mistress Rachel patted them on the head.

"Don't worry. This is good. Being girly is becoming natural to you. I'm sure after your relief session, it'll be even moreso" she smiled, taking the key and dropping it down her own cleavage. "Now sit."

Hannah went back to their desk with a pouty expression, sitting there-

And then letting out a lewd gasp, gripping onto her desk as the students heard the unmistakable sound of a plug expanding.

The students shifted uncomfortably, no doubt wondering if their old, boyish mannerisms could be reasserted. Adam was definitely wondering. As he looked at his reflection on the linoleum floor, he saw a cute young woman with decent cleavage and an unmistakably feminine air.

Eve.

He could hardly see himself in her. And as Hannah sniffled in her seat and the class continued on, he made up his mind. He was going to escape. He was going to do it by himself if he had to, but he was through trying to convince people. He was going to figure out a way if it was the last thing he ever did, even if he himself was beyond repair as a male. He was going to beat these people. No matter what.

"That'll be it for today's class. Oh, and Hannah?" said Mistress Rachel. "I'll see you for our private session after you and all the students have your relief. I can't wait to ask you what you thought of it. It's such an important moment in every sissy's life."