Straight to Sissy Ch. 12

My sissy housewife training continues, fully feminized and caged, I spend the evening waiting on Master and Mistress while they enjoy a movie and have dinner. Throughout the process, Master is sporadically adding pumps to my inflatable buttplug, keeping me stretched out and full.

I timidly came back into the living room, kneeling next to Master who was busy eating his pizza on the couch. He glanced down at me as I took my place.

"Not bad for your first time being a little housewife sissy, but not perfect yet." He said sternly.

I looked up at him dumbly, "I'm sorry Sir, I have a lot to learn!"

"It's okay baby, you will learn that I expect a high standard from you, and don't forget, nothing will go unpunished around here!" He took another bite of pizza, glancing at the television, then looking down at me. Mistress had a sly smile on her face in between bites. I couldn't tell if she was amused by me or the movie.

"Yes Sir, I understand," I nodded submissively.

"Good," he muttered while chewing. He made a swirly gesture with one hand, before taking a big swig of beer. "Spin around and show us that hungry hole of yours, I counted three infractions so you're getting three more pumps."

I groaned. I had been a squirming mess at ten before, how could I be expected to continue to serve with that balloon in my hole? "Yes Sir," I said obediently, grasping the pump from my stocking.

"Go on," he said encouragingly.

PHOOOSH!! I squealed, the senses in my ass once again reactivated.

"Eiiighhhhtt" I moaned, wiggling my ass, preparing myself for another squeeze.

PHOOOSH!!

"UGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! NNIIINNNEEEEEE!!" I whined loudly.

Mistress laughed, "God damn! Keep it down over there! I'm watching a movie!"

"I'm sorrrryyyyy Missstressssss," I whined again, almost whispering, my head in a daze and my knees shaking.

Master chuckled, "Ok, one more sissy, then you can have your dinner."

How could I possibly eat with this thing inside me? I thought, but then my stomach rumbled again thinking of the pizza.

Sitting up with some resolve, I reached for the pump, now dangling again between my legs.

PHOOOOSH!!!

"TEN!!" I screamed.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry Mistress," I giggled, whispering, putting my hand over my mouth.

"Jesus what is wrong with you slut? Didn't you hear your Mistress telling you to be quiet?" Master said angrily.

"Ugh I'm sorry Master," I whispered nervously, bending back on all fours.

"Well one more pump for you I guess. Keep it quiet this time."

I groaned again, reaching for the pump and taking a deep breath.

PHOOOOSH!!

I muffled my squeals, falling forward holding my other hand over my mouth trying to be quiet. Shaking, I panted and whispered, "eleven!!" Even my elbows were shaking now as I tried to get up to all fours. The plug felt absolutely enormous!

"That's better sissy," I heard Master say, chewing again. "Now are you hungry?" He asked.

"Yes Sir," I muttered dumbly. I reached back, feeling the plug and outlining the ring around my hole. It felt slippery, wet and so incredibly full. How could I possibly get to 15? I thought to myself, putting the pump back into my stockings.

"Ok you can get up now slut, get yourself some food, I have some left over fried rice from earlier this week in the fridge you can have."

My heart dropped. I was really looking forward to that pizza. Rice? Now I really just felt like a servant. I guess it will have to do, I thought to myself as I struggled to my feet, the balloon once again shifting in my hole. I clenched hard as I stood up, now worried it was so big it would fall out, my knees shaking wildly.

I stumbled towards the kitchen, practically moaning with every step.

"Oh, and don't bother heating it up sissy. Your enjoyment is literally not worth the carbon footprint. I'm only feeding you because I have to."

Mistress giggled and I groaned. I guess he's right. Whether or not I enjoy my sustenance is not a concern of his. And hey, who could argue against doing something to help climate change? I laughed a little with the irony.

I got back into the kitchen, taking another deep breath trying to refocus after the latest inflation of my hole. "I could get used to this" I thought, trying to motivate myself that I could actually do this. I suddenly realized the irony of the phrase though. Most individuals would use it when experiencing something positive, not something trying. "But this is also a positive," I said to myself, realizing that even in this simple domestic service, dressed like a slutty girl, I had never felt so fulfilled and complete. "I could get used to this," I said to myself smiling, shaking my ass. God I felt like a slut and I loved it!

My stomach rumbled again, reminding me of the fried rice.

Opening the fridge, I saw a large chinese food container on the bottom shelf. I pulled it out, judging it was about half full from its weight and thinking that would be enough to tide me over. I grabbed a spoon from the drawer and then glanced towards the kitchen table. I almost went for it instinctively, sitting down for my meal like I had down thousands of times before. But then I realized where I was and what I was doing and more importantly who I am now. Even though Master hadn't directly forbidden me from sitting at the table, it just didn't seem like the right thing to do.

Glumly, I looked down at the dusty floor, realizing my fate. I sat down, struggling to find a comfortable position for my heels under me. It wasn't great. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "I could get used to this," I smiled repeating my new mantra.

I felt as if I was eating in a daze, taking small bites of the rice, now crunchy and dehydrated. It sort of felt like I was eating pet food. It certainly wasn't appetizing but I continued to force myself to eat, knowing it would probably be the only chance I get this evening. When I was done, I washed my meal down with a glass of water, and cleaned up.

Surely my Master and Mistress would be done with their meal by now, I thought. I decided it would be best to go check on them or at least offer my service. Perhaps they needed another drink or another slice of pizza.

I grabbed the tray from the table and sauntered back into the living room, finally getting used to the size of the inflation in my hole. As I neared the couch, I could see they were done eating, their used plates on their respective side tables, and back to cuddling closely.

I approached hesitantly, unsure if I should interrupt them. Hearing the sounds of my bells and my heels, I realized just my presence was already an interruption and I might as well continue with my offer. I curtsied deeply, "May I get you anything else or clean up?"

Mistress looked over at me smiling, looking a little buzzed. I noticed she had one hand down Master's pants, idly playing with his cock again.

"Come over here baby, let me see how that pussy of yours is doing!"

I walked over, turning around as I approached, wiggling my ass playfully.

She gave me a smack, and I moaned.

"Oooh baby, you look so full! I bet you love it don't you?" she asked.

I could feel the wetness between my legs, dripping down my thighs from my cage. I certainly did like it, I thought, reaching down dumbly to rub my fingers in my mess.

I brought them to my mouth without thinking, tasting myself, "Yes, Mistress," I said dumbly as I sucked.

Suddenly she grasped the pump, squeezing.

PHOOOSH!!!

I practically jumped, the senses in my hole once again reignited, the fullness almost paralyzing, My knees buckled and shook as I moaned into my hand.

"Tweeellveeee," I muttered softly.

I heard Master chuckle, again I was unsure if it was directed towards me or the movie.

"Why don't you get us another round of drinks and then you can clean up sissy. Set yourself a 15 minute timer for yourself while you're in there sissy," I heard Master instruct. "You should be able to finish cleaning up before your next pump."

I was panting, struggling to get used to the slightly larger size. "Yes Master," I moaned, once again stumbling back towards the kitchen. I practically fell into the stove, my heels slipping on the linoleum, my mind now focused on the invasion in my ass rather than walking.

I punched the numbers into the console, holding myself up on the stove. "I need to refocus", I thought, I don't want another punishment tonight! I stood upright, gathering my thoughts and trying to ignore the ache from my hole. I gathered the bottle of wine and another beer, and teetered back into the living room, struggling not to drop everything as I walked. I poured them each another round before collecting their dishes. Neither of them acknowledged me, seemingly unaware of my presence.

Heading back to the kitchen to do the dishes, I noticed that Mistress had left several pieces of crust on her plate. Still a little hungry and frankly envious of their pizza, I briefly considered eating them, but thought it would be best to throw them away. Reluctantly, I tossed them into the bin as I turned my attention to the sink, which was already full. I groaned, looking back at the timer. Only 8 minutes left. Feeling overwhelmed, I put the plates down on the counter, turning my attention instead to the remaining pizza on the table. Perhaps a meal for me later this week I thought to myself glumly.

I opened the box curiously, once again craving a slice. I certainly wouldn't be brazen enough to take one. Surely Master would know. I closed the box, then quickly reopened it, looking back towards the living room. I grabbed a piece of pepperoni, stuffing it into my mouth, my taste buds watering as I chewed. "Oh my god soo good!" I thought, closing the box again, realizing I could take it no further.

I sighed, putting it into the fridge, looking back at the trash bin remembering Mistress' crust. I should just go for it, I thought, nobody would ever notice! I reached back into the bin, retrieving the pieces and stuffing them into my mouth. Ugh, what's wrong with me? I thought, literally reduced to eating out of the trash. I guess that's the life of a sissy, I moaned, thinking to myself.

I finished my little snack, glancing back at the clock. Shit, only 6 minutes! I sprang to life, tackling the dishes in the sink and setting them off to the rack to dry, which was already mostly full. Seeing that I didn't have time to do everything, I decided to just tackle the plates of pizza that had just been used, hoping Master hadn't expected me to clean the entire kitchen.

With just a minute to spare, I stumbled back into the living room, clenching my hole and whimpering at my state. As I was attempting to curtsy, I fell, catching myself on the side of the couch.

Both Master and Mistress laughed, clearly entertained by my anally induced impaired state.

"Get on the ground where you belong slut, you can watch the movie with us while you get used to your hole being stretched," Master instructed.

I fell to the ground, struggling to get on all fours as I jingled and moaned. I must have been quite a sight. Just as I was crawling into my position next to Master, I heard the timer going off from the kitchen.

"Um... the timer," I muttered stupidly.

"Yes, slut I'm not deaf!" Master said sharply. "Come here bitch, it's my turn." I looked over at him and saw that his cock was now out, with my Mistress' hand wrapped around it, stroking gently. It looked huge and hard as a rock. I felt my mouth watering as I crawled in front of him, presenting my ass.

He gave me another swift swat, causing me to jump, before taking the pump and squeezing.

PHOOOSH!!

The expansion pushed me forward to the floor, squirming. "Thirteeeenn," I muttered, once again trying to get used to the invasion. I realized after every squeeze, I was getting used to the size, almost forgetting it was there, before they would pump me further.

I tried to stand up, and I felt Master's leg kick me back down.

"No more getting up for you now slut. You can be in crawling mode for now."

I nodded submissively, heading towards the kitchen to reset the timer. Only 45 more minutes, I thought.

When I returned, I crawled next to Master, kneeling and turning my attention to the television. I wasn't even sure what they were watching, it had sounded like a comedy. Images flashed before me, but they seemed foreign and alien. Like watching people in a life that was strangely familiar but wrong. I thought about how I looked now, and how somebody would react if they saw me. I thought about the life I would be losing, but how badly I wanted to be owned. Even though my transformation horrified me, it felt worth it kneeling here in front of my Master and my Mistress, serving them.

"I could definitely get used to this," I thought to myself smiling.