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(This is a continuation of BBW CUCKOLD MAIDS. I'm using a different
title because there aren't any maid uniforms this time and the
cuckolding isn't as prominent, and also to discourage readers from
pointing out continuity errors if I made any. BE WARNED that this one
has some nasty action and the guys just don't get a break. If that's
not your kind of story, please check some of my others for one that's
more to your tastes. Thank you.)
MOLLY AND POLLY by Throne
The two made-over husbands couldn't believe it. Their sexy wives were
going out on yet another date with their boyfriends and would certainly
have great sex, but this time they had a different plan for their
cuckolds. Instead of giving them a long list of housework to be done,
maybe putting them in mild bondage to make their chores more difficult,
perhaps having them get each other aroused before they were left alone,
the wives had come up with a diabolical idea. They had hired two
college girls to 'babysit' their helpless husbands. The two men stood
in the bathroom, having just been made to shower together. Being naked
in the tub like that had gotten both of them all amped up. They
couldn't stop themselves from touching each other's nipples, which led
to rubbing their bodies together and kissing deeply. Even while they
were doing it their shame was mounting to dizzying heights, yet they
couldn't stop themselves.
"Let's speed it up in there," Jerri called. "We have to use the
facilities, too."
"Yeah," seconded Bianca. "Last minute check to make sure our hair and
make-up is kind of slutty. We want the guys to treat us like a couple
of tramps."
Both women laughed while the husbands came out from behind the shower
curtain, their enlarged curves wobbling with every move they made. It
was so shameful to have their bodies be completely hairless, and to have
permanent cosmetics on their faces. As if that wasn't terrible enough,
their lips, which had been enlarged alarmingly before, were now even
bigger, bright red donuts that invited amazed looks. They toweled off
each other, as they were required to do, which kept the cycle of
stimulation and shame going. Then they exited the room to go and find
out what kind of outfits had been laid out for them on the pink spread
on Molly's bed.
When they got to the small room, which was over-decorated in a blatantly
girly style, they were distressed to see what they were expected to
wear. There were belly shirts with writing on the front. One said
TITTY CITY and the other said BAZOOMS. There were no bras, so their
heavy busts would be jiggling and bobbing under those tops. Then there
were panties, bikini cut, which were much too small and would accentuate
how fat their hips were, along with leaving their big asses mostly
uncovered. Was that all? Of course not. The wives had also provided
them with fishnet stockings, nice and tight, through which the soft
flesh of their thighs would protrude. Alongside the bed were two pairs
of pink shoes with boxy three-inch heels. The footwear was bedazzled
with cheap, fake gems. Wearing those would force their curves into
even greater prominence, make their walks exaggeratedly feminine, and
add to their appearance of being slutty airheads. Ohhhh noooo.
They reluctantly got dressed, struggling to force the inadequate items
over their bulging curves. Helping each other made it a bit easier but
also led to more nipple-play, crotch-grinding, and kissing. Every time
their lips met they were reminded how their brides had made them look
like they had some weird swelling-disease. In fact, their lips were so
overblown that they even affected how they spoke, making them hard to
understand. The wives thought it was all hilariously funny and loved to
laugh at their defenseless spouses.
All too soon the guys were dressed and reporting to their brides, who
were wildly amused to see them looking like mad drag queens whose fake
curves had magically been made real. They fussed a little with Molly
and Polly's hair, leaving it slightly mussed up, and fussed over their
eyelashes with special applicators that left them thick with mascara.
After stepping back and musing about what else they could do to add to
the guys' discomfort, they decided to give them generous applications
of lip gloss, so that those unnaturally full puckers would also glisten.
When they made M and P pose together before a full length mirror the
poor sissies whimpered with mortification. And that was when a rapid
knocking sounded on the front door.
"Go on, girls," Jerri urged. "Go and see who it is."
"Bet that's your sitters," added Bianca. "I'm sure you're soooo eager
to meet them."
With the wives' chuckles burning their ears, the two BBW men rushed to
do as they were told, their full busts bouncing as they headed for the
door. When they got there and opened it they were confronted by a
couple of young women, cute but with sneering expressions, the epitome
of mean bitches who delighted in tormenting others. Now, instead of
being cruel to their classmates, they had two roly-poly victims to take
out their bad tempers on. The guys stepped backwards in fear. Their
sitters pushed past them. They had on prim white blouses and short
pleated skirts, along with knee socks and conservative shoes.
"Jeez," said the first. "You tubbies are giving us trouble all ready."
"Really," agreed the second, her voice dripping venom. "I guess you
lard-asses some kind of perverts who WANT to be punished."
The guys were too upset to respond. They cowered together and held each
other's hands. The girls laughed nastily and ordered them to share a
kiss. The front door was still open. Someone might glimpse what was
happening. Blushing furiously, the victimized men had to press their
mouths together for a long kiss with -- at the girls' insistence --
plenty of tongue. By the time it was over both of the BBWs were
sniffling. Their shrunken balls ached with need but, after the way
their mates had changed them, they couldn't manage to ejaculate. They
held onto the desperate hope that someone would give them some extra
help which would allow them to get relief from the internal pressure of
sexual frustration.
The sitters slipped their oversized shoulder bags off and set them on an
end table. The wives appeared, wearing broad smiles, to greet them.
The new arrivals introduced themselves as Missy and Andrea. Jerri and
Bianca made a point of saying how they were going out with their
boyfriends to get laid and couldn't leave their sissy husbands
unattended.
"Of course," Jerri said with a sigh, "they'll probably cause you
problems."
"Which is why," Bianca said reassuringly, "you have our permission to
punish them however you see fit. Any way and as much as you want."
The four females exchanged understanding looks while the males looked
horrified at the prospects of what was to come. Moments later the wives
were gone and the vulnerable males were at the mercy of their keepers.
The girls flung themselves carelessly onto the sofa and demanded sodas
and snacks. As the guys hurried away they had to listen to wicked
comments about their appearances.
"Look at those huge asses shake. You go, hippo girls."
"Get a load of how their thunder thighs rub together. Ewwww. Fat
fatties."
When they returned, the girls had retrieved their bags, opened them, and
taken out brushes, but weren't making any effort to stroke their long
silky hair. They accepted the drinks and treats, then smacked the flats
of their brushes against their open palms.
"You fat chicks were too slow," Missy told them angrily.
"Way too slow," Andrea seconded. "So pull down your pretty panties in
back and get your chubby arms around each other's plump necks."
"That's right. But move apart some, so your double-wide butts are
sticking out."
"Good. They'll make better targets like that."
The girls left their charges in that awkward position while they enjoyed
cola and cheese noodles. The unlucky guys had their chins resting on
each other's shoulders. The contact, even though it was not erotic, was
getting them worked up again. Their miniaturized penises tingled but
still couldn't perform. The sitters chatted about boyfriends and then
moved on to what fun the absent wives were expecting to have, and how
they had to get their loving from real men because their husbands were a
pair of overweight, femininely curvaceous, sissy freaks. The guys were
already close to tears as the tension they felt was allowed to mount and
mount. At last, when the BBWs were at a peak of stress, the girls
casually got up, brushes in hand, and took up positions behind them.
"Look at that wide round rump," Missy said with sneer in her voice.
"Perfect for spanking. All white and pink and hairless."
"But it'll look so much prettier when it's bright red," Andrea suggested
with conviction. "We really should get started. Unless you want to
give them another chance at doing a good job."
The husbands sensed a spark of hope. They gave each other a wordless
squeeze. Their muscles relaxed and then, at their moment of greatest
vulnerability, the girls exchanged a brief look and swung. Swung hard.
Swung very hard. The flat sides of the hairbrushes connected with
unprotected flesh and there were twin cracks that split the air,
followed an instant later by a pair of loud pained cries. Before the
guys could catch their breath the instruments of punishment flashed
again and delivered a second set of solid blows. They didn't stop
moving, splatting against soft bottoms, making bodies jerk, causing
those full-lipped mouths to open wide and howl. Very soon both
backsides were reddening up nicely, twitching, moving from side to side
as if they could dodge the unceasing strokes. The guys wailed and wept
and clung together but the harsh discipline went on unrelentingly. They
were crying and blubbering and squirming, fingers digging into each
other's soft backs. The girls grinned as they made those unprotected
bottoms burn and grow from pink to pale red to bright crimson.
Not until the BBWs were hanging onto each other for support, their
sitters blazing, did the girls at last halt. They set aside the brushes
and picked up their cans of soda, tapping them together in a silent
toast of mutual congratulations. The evening was off to a great start.
But it was far from over. Next they reached into their copious bags and
produced several lengths of rope. Barking out their orders, they made
the men sink to the carpet and lie in the 69 position, then had them
wriggled further until each had his face against a rear end. The girls
bound them that way, making the ropes sink into soft tissues. Then they
announced what they expected.
"We know you two are total sissy faggots. Let's see you eat some ass.
Like right now."
From between his unasked-for partner's buttocks, Molly said, "Please
don't make us do that." His words were distorted by those inflated
lips.
"We aren't really that way," Polly insisted, equally difficult to
understand. "Honest."
Unseen by the bound captives, the girls got their fingers around the
handles of the hairbrushes once more. They each landed half a dozen
swats, making the guys scream into the valleys of each other's rumps.
"Now," said Missy, "unless you LIKE being spanked until you can't walk,
I'd suggest you get busy eating ass sandwiches."
"Not that we'd mind spanking you some more," Amanda pointed out. "A
whole lot more. The choice is yours. Which do you like better?
Munching butt or getting walloped?"
The guys buried their faces as deeply as they could and began to kiss,
lick, rim and then, when there was nothing else they could do to stall
the inevitable, penetrate. It was disgusting but, unfortunately for
them, made their sexual temperatures begin to rise once more. They
started doing it hungrily, each one's actions coaxing the other to do
the same, each enslaved to his own needs. There were wet sounds that
made the girls shake with silent laughter, and male moans of unfulfilled
wants. It went on for nearly a half hour before the sitters at last
called for a halt. The guys stopped and then, as if they had been
driving at top speed and hit a wall, they encountered their deep
mortification. Moans of pleasure were replaced by groans of
humiliation. The girls chortled at the disgrace they had caused. They
left their playthings like that to sink further into the morass of shame
while they finished their sodas and popped a few more cheese noodles
into their sexy mouths.
Missy took out her cellphone. She hit a pre-set number and waited a
moment. "Hello? I'd like to speak to Dean Armand Dell. He's unable to
come to the phone? Then could you please ask him if two of his students
could bring in a couple of sissy slaves for Show and Tell tomorrow?
Thank you. I'll wait." Ten seconds later she nodded and said, "Thank
you so much. I'm sure our wimpy fairies will be a big hit with the rest
of the students."
Molly and Polly couldn't believe it. She must be bluffing. These girls
wouldn't really take them to the college and show them off to everyone.
And the Dean, Mr. Dell, certainly wouldn't approve such an act. And
yet, everything that had happened since all this began seemed equally
unreal. They wriggled against each other and tried to tell themselves
it wasn't true. Then, seized again by uncontrollable urges, they
slipped their tongues out past those plump lips and resumed the
unpleasant yet oh-so-stimulating acts they had been performing before.
The girls detected what was going on and snorted at the weakness they
saw displayed. They jabbed the chubby voluptuous figures with the toes
of their shoes a few times to entertain themselves, but the guys were
wholly caught up in what they were doing.
Several hours later, the wives returned. They got a full report from
the girls while the men listened and felt worse than ever. The sitters
asked if they could take the husbands to the campus the next morning and
their wives thought it was a delightful idea. Then the wives paid the
sitters and sent them home.
"Won't that be nice?" said Jerri. "Our pretty girls going to visit a
college."
"Very nice. But right now they have to do something for us. Think you
can take your noses out of each other's butts so you can eat our
pussies, you hopeless sissy sisters? Hmmm?"
"We brought you home some nice midnight snacks. All that rich creamy
spunk that our dates pumped us full of."
"We know how much you fruits like the taste of cum. You'll get your
fill after the great sex we had. Those guys really emptied their big
balls into us. Too bad you don't have real balls anymore."
"Yeah, too bad you tried to get us to have those radical weight loss
treatments or whatever those were. And very bad for you that we got it
switched around so that you got some even more radical treatments, and
that they gave you those big tits and asses and made your boy parts
shrink down to almost nothing. See what happens when you try to push
your wives around?"
The guys felt them undoing their bondage. They rolled away from each
other and looked up at their leering wives. They could see up under
their short skirts and not miss the fact that they had removed their
panties, or that their pubes were sticky with dried sperm, and that
there was some coating their inner thighs. How much more of the salty
deposits there was inside them, the husbands tried not to imagine. But
they found out anyway as their wives lowered themselves onto the
waiting, unhappy faces. The men's features, permanently changed by
cosmetics that could not be removed, were smothered under warm flesh
that gave off the scents of recent intercourse. The BBWs began to
dutifully lick and swallow, knowing that scenes like this one would be
replayed over and over for a long time to come.
*********
The next morning the husbands' worst fear was realized. The sitters had
NOT been kidding. They showed up in a sporty car to take their Show and
Tell exhibits with them. They guys, wearing the nighties in which they
had slept, short frilly yellow ones that could be seen through, their
mouths still not rinsed after everything they had done with them, had to
scurry from the front door to the waiting vehicle. As they reached it,
the driver locked all the doors. The guys stood there pitifully, while
passing motorists pointed and hollered at them. At last they were
permitted to get into the car. Soon they were at the college. The
girls clipped rings into their noses and led them down the hallways,
while others laughed and jeered. At last they were in front of the
Dean's office, where Missy and Andrea attached their leads to a cork
board with pushpins. The girls strolled away.
"Listen, Polly," Molly said. "We have to talk to the Dean." He checked
the name on the door. "Mr. Dell." He pointed with his chin. "Armand
Dell."
"But we'll get into trouble with our babysitters," Polly answered, voice
quivering.
"We have to risk it. Mr. Dell will understand. He'll have the
authority to do something. This could be the answer to all our
problems."
Polly's face brightened. "You're right. Let's do it."
They unpinned their leads from the board and opened the door. As they
entered they got a terrible shock. There was a nude figure kneeling on
the desk. The person had overly full curves like themselves, and a
bizarre hairstyle, shaved on the sides and curly on top. She even had
bloated lips like theirs. And an undersized penis. There was a hand-
lettered sign around her neck. It said 'Armand Dell', but that was
crossed out and below it was printed 'Amy Dee'. Oh no. The school's
Dean had been turned into a sissy slave, the one they had seen at the
party where they were forced to perform so shamefully. Now their
situation was truly hopeless. They turned toward the door but it was
opening and suddenly the doorway was blocked by a tall, broad-shouldered
Black man in a T-shirt and sweatpants. He had a whistle hanging around
his thick muscular neck.
In a booming voice he said, "Hey, Amy Dee, who are your new
girlfriends?"
"Oh," the figure on desk squeaked. "That's Molly and Polly. I was at a
party with them."
"And I'll bet you could really party hard together, the three of you."
He laughed heartily, went to the Dean, and pawed his heavy boobs. When
he began playing with the prominent nipples, Amy Dee mewled with need.
The Black man pulled gently on those breast ends, gradually elongating
them until their owner was moaning with simultaneous pain and pleasure.
At last he let go, leaving Amy panting. Then he leaned her forward
until she had her face on the desktop and her generous bottom in the
air. "Time for your morning spanking, pretty girl."
She sniffled and whispered, "Yes, Coach Cleat. Yes, Sir. Thank you,
Sir."
"You know, you might not have ended up like this if you hadn't given me
all that trouble about some of my players partying. I mean, boys will
be boys. Heck, you might still be home with that sexy young wife of
yours. Of course, it worked out pretty well once I started dating her.
She loves having you as her oral sex slave and pain slut, and me as the
real man in her life. Look at all the fun we've had together, the three
of us. And didn't I introduce you to those buddies of mine on the poker
night we had at your house. I mean, your wife's house, now that she got
everything put into her name. Heh, heh. But even though you were
especially good last night in the bedroom, I still have to give you your
regular fanny smacking."
First patting those plump hemispheres and enjoying their softness, the
big man proceeded to spank them thoroughly, making Molly and Polly draw
back in shock and fear. The coach didn't stop until the principal was
bawling and tears were streaming down his round pink cheeks. Then the
Black man swept him off the desk, stood him on his feet, and took a tiny
garment off the back of the desk chair. It was a transparent top with
short sleeves, that didn't close in the front. Putting it on, but with
his sizable tits still thrusting nakedly before him, the spanked man had
to go out into the hall, pushed along by the powerful coach. He
stumbled along, being jeered at by students, who took special note of
his bright red rump, how it had swollen so much it almost shined, it was
so taut. Coming toward them was a buxom woman in a nurse's uniform,
complete with a cap perched atop her head, in front of her hair, which
was drawn up and tied into a tight bun. She and the coach exchanged
self-satisfied expressions as they stopped with the blushing principal
between them.
"Now, students," the nurse announced, "we're going to have a little
demonstration related to your sex education classes. I'm going to show
you... masturbation."
The Dean's face went from red to white in a matter of seconds. He stood
there trembling as she reached down and seized his penis. Her hand gave
it a few rough strokes but there was no growth, just plenty of body
twisting by the embarrassed man. She explained to the highly amused
onlookers that the treatments that had given Amy Dee her curves had also
impaired the functioning of her genitals. She requested some help from
the coach. He cheerfully got behind the BBW, reached around and began
to toy with those big nipples, which grew even bigger. Amy writhed,
unintentionally rubbing her queen-sized ass against him. Her tiny penis
grew and the nurse resumed pumping it. The show went on for ten
mortifying minutes before the nurse declared that there was only one way
to complete the lesson. She asked if anyone had a vibrator, and several
girls, along with one gay guy, happily offered ones from their book
bags.
The nurse took the largest, the one offered by the guy, which was quite
impressive, spit on her palm and rubbed wetness onto the large head of
the device, then snaked her arm around Amy and set it against her
asshole. The nurse shoved it inside, eliciting a yelp of discomfort,
and began to work it deeper. At the same time she went back to
manipulating the laughably small penis. The coach continued using his
thick fingers on those nipples, now grown to the size of ripe
strawberries. The well-spanked Dean's feet danced around as he was
brought to the brink of exploding several times, but never quite taken
there.
Finally the nurse asked, "Do you want me to make you squirt, Amy Dee?
Do you? In front of all these students? Tell me, or I'll stop right
now."
In a strangled voice, further distorted by donut lips, the BBW begged,
"Please, yes, make me finish. Please, Nurse Reichert. Don't leave me
like this. It's been so long. Months. Please jerk me off all the
way."
With a nasty grin she moved her hand faster, shouted a warning, and made
him ejaculate. Everyone in the path of his cream had stepped back when
she let them know he was about to erupt, so no one got hit. He sent out
a pitifully small amount, which spattered onto the dirty floor. The
coach pushed his knees into the backs of Amy Dee's legs, making them
buckle, and lowered him onto his knees. With a large hand putting a
grip like a vice on the back of the BBW's neck, he got her face against
the floor to partly wipe up her mess with her lips, and partly make her
lap it up with her tongue. At last he let her sit back on her heels, on
exhibit like something from a sideshow. Everyone had another good
laugh, there some hoots and catcalls, and then they headed off to their
classes.
The coach said, "So, Nurse Reichert, want to go to my office and have
sweet Amy Dee here return the favor and make YOU cum?"
"Ha! Sounds like fun, Coach Cleat. And I'm sure you'll want to stuff
your monster cock down her throat."
"Of course. I'm already turned on from spanking that super-sized ass.
It's her fault that I'm all horny, so it's her job to empty my balls.
Even though she did that once last night."
They both laughed as the towering Black man grabbed the sissy's hair and
yanked him painfully to his feet, walking him along toward his next date
with his sad destiny. Molly and Polly could only stand there gaping,
barely able to believe that matters could be that awful for someone also
in their condition. That was when Missy and Amanda reappeared.
"Let's go, sissies," said Missy. "We're taking you to gym class. Time
for dodge ball."
"And then art class, so you can strike some funny poses together for the
students to draw."
"Plus, let's not forget lunchtime. I'm sure that everyone will be happy
to have you two volunteer to eat all the crap they don't want to finish.
That'll be about a hundred students, times a few mouthfuls apiece, some
of it already chewed up and spit back out. That'll be one hell of a
meal for the pair of you, don't you think? Wouldn't want you to lose
any weight."
Molly and Polly went with them numbly, their big round boobs bouncing
with every step, double-wide bottoms jouncing in a steady counter-
rhythm. It was going to be a long day for them.
*********
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