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The Retirement Home - Family Ties 3 Requested Changes Made To say that I was worried, was putting it mildly, but as I remembered that her wish was my command, I just said that I would be happy to follow up with her wishes. After leaving her with her friends, I found the medical office, walked in and mentioned that I was here as requested by Ms. Kate, and who I was. The attendant simply said, how nice to see you again Tonya, but I didn't recognize you dressed in your caregiver outfit, but it does suit you well. Let's see what we have planned for you today, as she looked back at her computer. OH, I see we have a bit of an adjustment to make, and I see that your uniform may be just about adequate to manage that. I will let the attending know that you are here so please take a seat and she will be with you shortly. As I was sitting wondering what was in store for me, the clinic nurse came for me and we went into one of the exam rooms. She said that this procedure would be simple enough, but the doctor wanted to examine you quickly as well, so get undressed and I will be back to help remove the attached breast you now have. When she returned, she had some liquids with her, as well as some cleaning materials, and soon she had both of my current forms off and on the table beside me. She used some other things to clean those areas well, and said the doctor would be in shortly. Just a few minutes later, the female doctor that I have seen now a couple times joined me, and said let's look at what we have going on here. She was examining my chest area closely, pulling on and pinching my nipple area with her exam gloves giving me the shivers. She explained to the nurse, that things are developing nicely, with noticeable budding already occurring and apparent sensitivity as well judging by my inability to sit still while she played with my little titties. She said that she will be using a slightly more concaved form for me in the size required as a result. The nurse left the room, soon to return with a couple of large boxes. The doctor simply said that my charge requested this adjustment, and you should be able to manage them considering your build. When I saw the size of the forms, I paled and quietly asked, what size they were, and was told that they are the full-size D cup that had been requested. After the adhesive was set and the edges finished, I felt the full impact of the weight of these monsters as I looked over my chest, and realized that I did not have any bras that would fit me now. The nurse read my thoughts, and told me that again they would provide me with my first bra, but that I had better collect my remaining ones, head on down to the consignment store after we finished and try to find some more appropriate sizes. She helped me on with this new bra, and told me to get dressed again. As I started to, I found that my slip was much tighter but did go over my much larger chest as did my uniform as well, but it was now strained. As I stood again, I understood that I would have to learn again how to walk without stumbling as my center of gravity was changed a lot. As I left the clinic, the front desk gal told me that I looked great, but might consider getting some different uniform tops as things may not last with as tight as my top was fitting. I pondered this as well as how to get to my other classes this afternoon, as I went back to my apartment, to gather up my now too small bras, and head over to the consignment shop hoping to find at least a couple more in my size. When I got there, my former manager saw me and exclaimed, my have you changed since I last saw you, and I held my head lower and said, yes, the reason for my visit and offered up my current bras in hopes I could find something that would work. She said, let's look and came back with a tape to see what I would need. She told me my size, which was either a 38D or possibly a 40C if the cups were generous, and so we went looking. We did find several choices which I was told I should try on, but hesitated indicating that I had some other things I had to get done this afternoon so time was not my friend. With that, I left with my findings, making it back just in time for my first training session of the afternoon. As expected, my voice coach said that I certainly changed since the last time we were together, but I joined the class, and went through all the routines that we typically did, not giving much thought anymore to what my old voice used to be. The next class was hair styling, which was good as I would be needing to learn some of the things we planned to talk about as they would be helpful the following morning when giving Ms. Kate her first shampoo and hair set. As the class was finishing, our instructor told me that at the next class, they would be using me as a subject, doing something to take out the tight curls I now had, and changing my hair to some looser curls, but adding some highlights, and showing me how to take care of it as it would require a lot more attention than my tight curls do now. As I left, my stomach reminded me that I skipped lunch, but had no time for that as I had to get back to Ms. Kate's to be there when she returned. By the time I arrived, she was already home and was wondering where I had been, but as I explained what we were learning in my hair styling class, she accepted that as helpful but told me that the next time, I should pick an earlier hour to be sure to be back in time for her. I didn't want to press the subject, but wanted to tell her that the medical procedure she had set up for me messed up my plans for the afternoon. She did say that I was looking good with the larger breast I was now carrying around, and hoped that I would learn to enjoy them as she has had to over her life time. I was a bit annoyed by this, but bit my tongue and told her that I was sure that may be the case, but for now, it was difficult to deal with. She just smiled at me and told me that she needed to be changed, and to get things set up by her changing table as she has been waiting a bit longer than expected for that due to my tardiness. I got her situated on the table after I grabbed some new diapering supplies, and got her dress up, and her diaper cover down, to find a very well used diaper under that. As I got it off, and started to clean her up, she told me to do an extra special job this afternoon, which caught my attention again. As I finished up and reached for the supplies to diaper her up again, she stopped me and said that since I was about 8 minutes late, I would be attending to her kitty in a most personal way for that amount of time. I was certainly not expecting this, especially after that kitty was soaking up her pee for the last several hours, but after a bit more prompting, I reluctantly moved into position where I could pleasure her. As I lowered my face into her private area, the odor became apparent, even after I did a great job with the wipes, but I expect her growth had something to do with that. As I was hesitating a bit, she told me to get after it, it would become more natural over time, and do a good job or my time today would be extended. With that, I started with my lips but was told to get my tongue in there for a proper job, which I ultimately did. After a couple of minutes, she was starting to get a bit more animated, telling me that she was well overdue for this kind of attention, but with me in this position, expected it to be a regular thing now again. By the time my 8 minutes were up, she was certainly enjoying it as her kitty was getting wetter by the minute as well, but not sure what it was as it was too sticky to be just pee. Finally, she said I guess you will have to grab another wipe before you replace my diaper. I did this and finished my job, not saying much. As I was preparing her supper, I needed to use the bathroom myself and told her as much, to which she simply said, don't dabble, as you have duties to see to. If I find you taking too long in my bathroom, I will see that you get to experience diapers as well! As a result, I made record time getting my girdle unhitched, and sat on the pot to relieve myself but did not take the time to finish, as was concerned about what was just said. I was in such a rush that I was not able to get my back garters properly on, but hopped it would not be apparent, as only had a couple hours to go in this shift. I had one last indignation to face as soon after we finished this evening meal (thank goodness for that as I was famished) I was told that she needed to take a poop, and to help her into the bathroom after removing her already wet diaper. As this was finished up, she said that I needed to wipe the larger share of leftovers off prior to moving her over to the change table where I could finish the task. I did as requested, and after taking extra time again to ensure she was properly cleaned, went about preparing her night time diaper for use. As I was about to place this under her, she again said not so fast, and I was thinking the worst again. At this point, she simply said that I needed to give Kitty a good night kiss, which I was somewhat thankful for, especially considering that I had done a great job cleaning her up prior. I was happy that my shift was ending and as I was walking back to my home, considering everything that I had been put through. Of course, Rose was there to greet me, wondering how my day went, but as soon as she saw me, realized that I grew a bunch on top over the course of the day. I told her that Ms. Kate forced me to do this, indicating that I had to become much bigger than I was to appreciate what she has to deal with on a daily basis. I mentioned at that point, that this will take some getting used to as I was really tired already, with my back hurting, and it being more difficult to get around without running into things. Rose simply snickered at this, telling me that many young girls face this same problem after the titty fairy visits them and they grow up overnight. She asked if I needed her help to get some new bras now, and I told her that I was able to get down to the store, and found a couple to get by with providing that they fit me as had yet to try them on. Rose told me that we should sit down tomorrow during my break and order some new ones based on what fit best, as well as some bigger uniform tops to deal with my sudden growth spurt. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but appropriate for sure. She asked me how I got along with Ms. Kate throughout the day, and I told her that she was not happy that I was a bit late, due to a latter hair style class that I had to do, and forced me to do some "penance" with her as a result. When pressed as to what that was, I had to tell her that I had to pleasure her which was not easy considering she was well past her bath time, and no matter how well I did cleaning her during a previous diaper change, her hair growth managed to retain a nasty odor which was hard for me to get over. When asked if I was able to please her, I simply said that I was told I would get better with more practice! Rose responded with, I guess we will have to get you some more practice than". I also told Rose that my hair care instructor told me that my hair style would change during tomorrow's class, to something that would require more of my time, which I was not excited about either. Rose just said that we ladies understand that it takes a lot of time to look beautiful daily, and I will learn that as well. With that she left me to take care of my evening routine, and said she would be back in the morning as well to see me off to my second day of care giving! After a short night of hard sleeping due to the new strains placed on my body, and my inability to fall asleep right after going to bed as I was adjusting to my much larger chest, I woke to my alarm going off and got up to start my morning activities. I was able to get a shower in, but chose not to shampoo my hair assuming that would be done latter in the day at my hair care session. I got dressed, using the same bra given my at the clinic yesterday, as was not sure I had the time this morning to try the others that I found at the store. I squeezed into my uniform after pulling my now snug slip into place over my much larger breast protrusion, and after getting my stockings attached after a few tries. I knew that I needed practice at this to avoid the wrath of Ms. Kate, if I took longer than she thought necessary in her bathroom. I finished dressing, cleaned up my hair with a hair pick for maybe the last time depending what happened latter in the day, and applied the minor cosmetics that I was expected to wear. I was just finishing again, when Rose popped in, and told me that I was presentable, but we needed to take some time later today to try on bras for size, and measure for some new uniforms that matched my expanded top now. I mentioned that I had my voice session as well as my hair care session planned, and she said that if I skipped lunch again, we could get this done in addition. She also told me that skipping lunch may not be a bad thing for me, as losing about 10-15 lbs of my body mass would go a long way to overcome what I had gained with my much larger breast forms, which of course were weighted as natural tissue would be. With all that info in my mind, I left for my assignment, arriving just a bit early to greet Ms. Kate as she was just starting to wake. As I got her up and ready for the first change of the day, she again mentioned that she was happy with my expanded chest, and said that it was more fitting for a proper lady which I was to appear to be. The bath was similar to the day prior, but she changed up things a bit when she told me that she needed to do a dump this morning as well, so after getting that taken care of, it was into the bath. Today I got to do her hair as expected, working the shampoo and conditioner in and rinsing her with the portable shower hose that was on her tub. Getting our and drying her was typical to the day prior, including that affection that I needed to pay to her female attributes. What did change a bit, was prior to blow drying her hair, she moved over to the change table and told me she was feeling a bit steamy this morning and needed some of my tongue service to help her get this out of her system. After a couple of climaxes that she experienced, she told me to move back a bit to her back opening, which I hesitated to do. She quickly reminded me that she had just left the bath, and that I said that she was well cleaned, so I better get after it as it will be much worse under different circumstances. I was able to honor her wishes somewhat, even as I was very hesitant in my approach and refused to put my tongue in there, as she simply said that was barely OK for first attempt, but I needed much improvement. After getting her diapered up, dressed and her hair attended to which involved blow drying, and some styling with hair products, we went out to the kitchen area for a small breakfast which I made for her. Following that, she was busy chatting on her computer with some of her long-distance friends, and it was soon on to the mid-day diaper change, adding extra soakers as well for the longer afternoon session, and the short trip down to the gathering area to meet her friends for the afternoon. More Changes Happening I quickly made my way off to my first session of the day, the hair care class where I would be the test subject for the day I was told earlier. The group today was typical with exception that Sally was here again, probably to illustrate how to relax my tight permed curls, and to do the new style that was to be illustrated for the group. As expected, I was first shampooed, and after some chemicals were applied and I waited for the required time, was rinsed out again, finding my curls disappearing. I was taken to the styling chair, and my hair sectioned and wrapped in some sort of foils, and eventually the ends of it were stained a lighter color. Once this was set, I was again rinsed out, and brought back where some much larger rollers were used in my hair, anticipating a body curl as it was called, and the perm solution was again applied. After the appropriate time again, I was rinsed, put under a hair dryer and eventually put back into the styling chair to be brushed out again. I was amazed at how much my hair was different from before, with the highlights and soft curls abundant in my style, I looked the part of a professional working gal now. I was told about what to do at night, using some large rollers to sleep in, and how to brush it out again in the morning which I tried to remember as best as I could. At the end of the session, Sally told me that Rose would be able to help shape it and hold it in the morning, at least for a couple days. As it was about time for my next session, I was off for my voice coaching again, not too worried about how that would go as I was getting very proficient with the tone of my voice, and the mannerisms. My coach told me as much as we were finished, and mentioned that next week would be my final days for this session, and I was to move onto the advanced makeup skills starting the following week. As I was leaving, I saw that I had just over an hour left until I had to get back at Ms. Kate's house and hoped it was adequate for what Rose had in mind. She was there waiting for me and reiterated the time constraints so I hurried to get my uniform top off and slip down so she could get some decent measurements. We went right into the assortment of bras I had gathered from the shop, and found that most worked reasonably well, although one of the 38D sizes did not have a generous enough cup to work well. Interesting that the others seemed to work reasonably well, more interesting was the size of the shoulder straps which were much more robust than what I had been wearing. The measurements taken indicated that I had gone up a full-dress size for my uniform, so with that information, we were able to order some new uniforms, a few larger slips and cami tops, as well as pick out some fancier bras, with cup sizes to accommodate my increased chest. I dressed again, and left with just enough time to get back to Ms. Kate's home as she arrived back. She made mention of my new hair style, telling me that It really made me look "hot" to her, more of a mature professional woman, something she was very attracted to. Of course, I expected her to take advantage of me as a result, and was not disappointed when after changing her out of her midday diapers, and doing the best clean I could do, was told to provide some needed relief for my charge which I of course managed to do. The rest of the afternoon was a bit more normal, until I was getting her ready for her night time diaper, and she reminded me again of how my hair and larger chest changed my look and she had to have one more go at my oral services, which when finished, was told that they are improving, but still need more improvements and different techniques. When I returned to my apartment, it was with a sore jaw and tongue, but other than that, I was surviving it seemed. The following morning, Rose again was at my home to check up on me, indicating that she had some news for me as well. She told me that Ms. Kate was taking a short trip this weekend, going to see some of her friends in another town not far from here, so Saturday morning, I would be helping her get ready for that trip, and have the rest of the weekend to myself. I thought that would be great, until Rose went on to explain that even as I would not be with my charge, I would not be alone as there were others that I would be with so that I should not get lonely or bored to death. The rest of the week seemed to move quickly, but one thing seemed to be slowly changing, that of Ms. Kate becoming more demanding of my attention. When I was helping her, she was getting more insistent that I react more quickly to her demands, which were everything from getting her a fresh drink, to a different book to read, to asking about what I thought she should wear today, and if I didn't respond quick enough, I would receive a nasty comment. Even when she was watching TV, if I wasn't watching the same program and following along so I could respond to a question about what might be happening next, I was challenged. That made getting things prepared for her ahead of time more of a problem, even my quick trips to the bathroom, were never quick enough for her any longer it seemed. This made the upcoming weekend without her seem more and more pleasant to me as the week went along. From a personal perspective, I was getting slowly used to my larger breast, had adjusted to the maintenance that my new hair required, and even taken a new interest into new looks for my face as the classes I had taken, had made this an interesting challenge and I had few other things to occupy my mind these days during my free time. If I knew what I would have to face during this upcoming weekend, I would not have been so happy to see Ms. Kate off that Saturday morning. Rose had already told me that my day was not totally free, as I had a biweekly doctor's appointment to keep (time was really moving on it seemed) and I had a session shortly after that with a lady's card group, which I found out that I was to be joined with. So, after dealing with Ms. Kate that Saturday morning, getting her up, bathed, dressed, and packed up ready to travel, I went off to the clinic to see about my appointment. I was greeted as always, and told that I would be next up to see the doctor, and shortly after was again in an exam room being told to get undressed. The clinic nurse did the typical check in things, like measurements, weight, and vitals prior to telling me that my forms had to be removed as well for cleaning, and for the doctor to do a close inspection of my underlying chest. Prior to that, the nurse did a blood draw, which I was told the doctor also wanted to check. After all this was finished, and I was cleaned up again removing all traces of adhesive, my doctor came in and said to me, let's see how you are adapting to your new world, shall we. She did a complete exam of my chest, paying close attention to my more than ever sensitive chest, and remarked that these are doing great, and is expecting them to be quite the improvement soon enough. She remarked that not only are the nipples becoming more protrusive and sensitive, but there is definite areola development as well, something that I was not familiar with at this point yet. The doctor asked about the blood workup, and was soon given a sheet with some data on it, which when inspected, told the doctor how to proceed with the injections planned. Soon I was getting shots again, in my behind and this time even in my chest area. What I didn't know was that in addition to my hormone adjustments, I was also given some libido enhancements, and some slow- release tranquilizers, to help me through the weekend. As this was wrapping up, the doctor told me that my breast forms for the weekend, would be a bit different, as they would be removable to allow for some "airing out" of my chest tissue, and for a short period, some relief to my upper chest muscles, which were having to deal with the substantial mass increase over the past week. I was told that this was short lived, and that Sunday evening I had to be back to secure my breasts in place for the week, prior to Ms. Kate's return. From here I went to the dining room for some lunch, and found out what I would be doing for the afternoon, playing cards and chatting with the ladies I met last weekend. Rose told me that I was joined up with a new activity that met most weekends, that was a card party group and I was paired up with Mavis, Sally, and Bertha whom I had already met. They played most Saturday afternoons, with 3 other groups, and played whist, hearts, and even bridge on occasion. I mentioned that I knew little about these games, but was told that I would be learning. And so, I joined my first card party that afternoon, and soon learned it was more about gossip than about cards. We played hearts this weekend, and I was paired up with Bertha of course. As the afternoon went on, I started to catch on a bit more to what was being played, but Bertha was patient with me at least in the beginning. As the day went on, it seemed that she became more inpatient and was expecting me to catch on quicker it seemed, which I was slow to learn as I said, card playing was not something I had done much of prior. By the end of the afternoon, Bertha was starting to look at me differently, as I learned latter that the combination of drugs given me that morning was having an effect on me. I was certainly checking out the ladies of our group every chance I got, noticing some with nice looking dresses on, some with very enticing voices, some with extra special makeup on, and some just appearing "hot" to me. Sally seemed to notice as well, indicating that I seemed to be looking longingly as some of the gals, and wondering if I was starting to get lonely in my apartment at night or over the weekends. I tried to snap out of it, but maybe I was lusting but hadn't noticed it yet? Little did I know at that point that this was the effect of the shots given earlier, and I was about to be taken advantage of by my card partner, Bertha. As we all went off for dinner, Bertha stuck with me telling me that she would be looking out for me, whatever that meant. After a good meal, we were off again, but this time Bertha told me that we were stopping at her house for a moment, to gather up a few things as she was going to be staying with me, another surprise at that point. I learned that she lived on an upper level in an area of the older original home, but that her apartment was larger than mine was, but also older and not as nicely finished as mine was it appeared from my quick glance. Bertha only took a minute or so to gather up a large gym type bag, which she said was her overnight bag and we were off to my apartment. When we entered it, Bertha simply told me to get her a drink, get into the bedroom and change into something more comfortable, and join her again in the living room where she was sprawled out on the couch already. My first night with Bertha She had already found some music that was on my home entertainment center, had her shoes off, and was waiting for my return. When I did, she told me to sit by her, and began to hold me tight and tell me that tonight I would learn a lot more of what is expected of me in this home, and she knew all the ropes for sure. It was not long before she was under my housecoat with her large hands, and soon removing my temporally placed breast forms, so she could play with my very sensitive budding breast. She told me that in no time at all, I would not need the forms, and my titty's would be a good form of entertainment for any of the girls here that I spent time with. I suppose in my medicated state, that really didn't concern me a lot just then, but the attention paid to my sensitive buds, certainly tried to wake up my little guy, but that wicked cage made it impossible for anything more than thoughts to occur. About this time, Bertha said now that I have your attention, I am going to show you how to skillfully use that tongue of yours, so down between my knees, and get me warmed up. I was not pleased about this as was expecting to get some relief myself, but between the cage and the new direction I was given, that wasn't about to happen. When I got on the floor, Bertha raised herself enough so that I could remove her pant skirt, as even as it met the requirement for a skirt in the dining room, it really was a very roomy short pant set. I found her wearing a grey cotton full cut pantie, that was not very attractive, but was told to get my nose in there now, and get after it which I did. After 10 or 15 minutes of this, was told to get these out of the way using my teeth, which I managed to do after a short struggle. Of course, the next command was to get back at it, and get my tongue involved this time as well as I had been using mostly my lips. After multiple climaxes over the course of it seemed an hour, Bertha made a change in position by laying back on the couch, and raising one of her legs above the back of the couch, which exposed not only her front opening, but also her back. She than told me to lean over her closer to her chest, so that I could get my head down between her legs and service her other opening. As I did with my charge after her bath, I balked again with Bertha who certainly was not as clean as the first opportunity I had at this and failed with Ms. Kate. I was told again, to get to it, and again I refused, at which point Bertha said that she had heard a rumor about me not agreeable to this womanly request and tonight she was going to change my mind about that. I simply said never, and backed away which allowed her to get up and grab my arm, dragging me into my bathroom. She set about digging out some things from under my vanity, one of which was a douche kit I had no use for I thought, and another was a set of what turned out to be butt plugs from her bag. She filled the kit with some warm water as I was cowering in the corner and when she was ready, told me to get over here and bend over the tub, which I finally did with her pinching my ear along the way. She bent me over quickly, and plugged the nozzle of the kit into my back opening, which made me squeal a bit, but when the water started to flow, I really got anxious as it started to cause me cramps. I was told to stop acting like a baby, as that was only going to make things worse, which I doubted at the time. When the bag of water was finally gone, I was a hurting unit, but that was made worse as the nozzle was removed, and a lubricated LARGE Plug was pushed into me to prevent the release of any of that liquid. I was told to move over to the vanity chair, and wait there until I was told to move. Bertha went into her bag for a short time, and took out some sort of padded cuffs, and slipped them onto my ankles and wrists. She also placed a padded collar around my neck, with several interesting things attached like some jingly bells, and several small metal rings around the edges. I was really getting nervous by this time, and was told that some learn their place the easy way, while other learn the hard way, but all do learn. When she finished with these cuffs, she forced my arms Infront of me, and attached the cuffs together with the collar, limiting my reach but keeping my hands in front of my face, up by my neck. The next thing she did was take some small suction cups, and attach them to my very aroused titties, causing them to stretch out and into full attention within these cups which did not feel good at all after a short while. I was told that these little devices were used to help "enhance" my growing nipples over time, and make them more noticeable to me even under breast forms. By now, the presence of the liquids within me was making me very uncomfortable, and Bertha simply said again, stop being a baby as you will learn to tolerate this better as it becomes more routine. With my attention at as high a level as my tranquilized state would allow, she added, oh yes, this will a regular occurrence for you as more of our lady friends get to know you better! Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but was glad to be told shortly to hobble over to the toilet, as it was time for the plug to be removed. When I got there and was told to bend over, I was more than happy to comply but was advised not to leak a drop or I would be forced to clean it up in a very un-lady like manner. I somehow managed and felt tremendous relief when placed onto the pot for a welcome discharge. I was told that in this case, I would be wiped with tissue by her as my hands were not free, but going forward that would be my issue to deal with as well. I was soon bent over for a second flush out, but not plugged this time as I was taken back over to push it out soon after, and taken back into the bedroom. What was left of my clothes were taken off at this point, and a slinky baby doll nightgown was put on me, taking my hands free one at a time to allow for this. The neckline was low enough that my still stretched titties, were near escaping but were still just covered by the silicon suction cups, and the top of my nightie. The bottom pantie of this outfit was different as the front had a very lacy panel over it, but the back had a slit I was hoping to use if I had to be returned to the pot for any further discharge. I was pushed back onto my bed and told not to move while Bertha left to change. When she returned, I was more frightened than ever even in my drugged condition, as standing before me was a large woman, dressed in black leather, with her nipples exposed through the front of the cut outs on her outfit, but most concerning was her lower area between her legs, which now was covered by an apparatus with a large phallus extending out the front, an artificial dong fitting of her large stature, but very intimidating. It was realistic down to the ball sac which seemed to contain something resembling the real thing as well. She simply walked over to me, still holding her "overnight" bag, and bent down telling me to worship her breast which I quickly did. As this was starting to excite her again, she told me that she had been told that I have been hesitant to address one of my caretaker primary functions, to serve my lady charge without any hesitation no matter what the request was. She said that I refused to use my tongue on her back side, even after a good bath, but after this weekend, she was hopeful that my attitude would be changed. I just whimpered as I moved from breast to breast, and said that I would do anything to avoid that, and she answered, we will see about that. Immediately after that, Berth got up, reached into her bag, and pulled out a fairly long bar and told me to kneel up on the bed, and spread my knees and legs as far as I could. I pleaded for her to not do this to me, but she just slapped by behind, and told me to get moving. Maybe it was the drugs influencing me, maybe it was the way Bertha was dressed, or maybe it was her much larger size than me but I soon moved and did as she told me. She turned me so I was near the edge of the bed on my knees, and pushed my feet even a bit farther apart as she snapped this bar into place with the ankle cuffs I had on. I was now stuck with my legs spread as far as they could be, and my face and hands planted on the bed, knowing but still hoping that Bertha would not do this to me. That notion was short lived as soon I felt the tip of her dong pushing against my back opening. She told me to quite whimpering if I wanted her to add some lubricants to my virgin experience and I quickly begged her to please do so and be gentle with me. Thank goodness, she hesitated, backed off and reached into her bag for a tube of the same, which she did apply around and into my back opening, and around her large rubber dong. Shortly after that, she advised that this is going to hurt a bit, but that is what you deserve for being what you are, and especially now to understand your new position in life, that to serve without question the desires of these retirement home ladies. With that, I lost my back door virginity! As she was having her way with me, I was losing my mind it seemed, with the pain, discomfort and embarrassment that I was feeling, but as Bertha was getting into it more and more, the pain slowly started to dissipate, and even as I wanted it to stop immediately, the longer it went the less it seemed that pain was the greatest factor. After what seemed like eternity, Bertha slowed and started to withdraw herself, and I just felt a sigh of relief at first, but slowly the feeling started to return, and I could tell my bottom would never be the same, and I would feel the damage for days to come. Bertha simply said as she sat up, have you changed your mind about what you will do for us gals now, and I again said that no matter what you tell me to do, I have my limits, and will hold to them. Bertha than walked out and made herself another drink, and returned some time latter to find me still lying in bed nursing my sore backside, and hurt feelings. When she told me we are going to do this again, but this time from a different perspective, I started to whimper again and she just pushed me over and grabbed her used panties from the corner, and stuffed them into my mouth to silence me. She than took a length of cord, and pulled my legs up and toward my head, attaching the cord between my neck collar and the bar between my legs, telling me that I should enjoy the view this time. When she came forward to enter me again, I could not miss what was happening, but decided to focus on her very hard titties, trying not to think about what she was doing to my already sore backside. Not sure what this change in direction did, but she was pushing against a very sensitive spot every time she pushed back in, and between the pain, something else was starting to happen, my caged little guy was starting to leak making the bottom front of my panties wet and adding lubricant of sorts to the activity below which seemed to help ease my now very sore opening. While I was sobbing as this continued, Bertha kept telling me that she can keep going all night if I don't change my mind about what I will be willing to do going forward. When she was finished with me this go around, I was about to the point where I would agree to anything, and as she removed her used pantie, and lowered my legs again, she asked if I was willing now to worship her as she wished, and I did finally agree to for fear of what she would keep on doing to me if I did not. After hearing that, she removed my wrist and ankle straps, as well as my padded bracelet and that she was happy to hear that, telling me that she needed a drink to celebrate, and would see me a bit latter again to follow up with my promise. I was left on my bed, and probably did drift off to sleep a bit, probably from sheer exhaustion as my experience was not only terrifying, but physically demanding as well. When Bertha did return, I was dozed off and had to be jostled to wake up to see Bertha in a nightgown crawling into bed beside me. She was in a good mood it seemed, and soon was smouching me again, paying close attention to my ears and neck area with her lips and aggressively working my breast area around the still attached suction cups with her hands, asking if I wanted these removed. Of course, I remembered them at this stage and asked her kindly to remove them, which she did one at a time as she bit my neck at the same moments. Next day I would see the result of those bites, a couple long lasting hickies. After removing these little suckers, my nips were numb from being stretched for so long, but Bertha soon started abusing these as well, pinching and telling me how nice and puffy they were now, but the numbness soon turned to pain as she continued to play her games. She eventually grew more excited and told me to lift up her night gown, and use my mouth on her titties, as soon I would want mine sucked on as well as they grew and became more sensitive. Of course, I was happy to do this, hoping that it would satisfy her for the night, but no such luck as soon she was pushing me down toward her snatch, and wanting me to get her off with my tongue. As tired and exhausted as I was, I knew that I had to follow her wishes or things would turn rough for me again, so started in fervently to get her to an orgasm. As she was really getting excited and wet now, she simply said "let's see if you learned anything tonight" and told me to work back to her other sensitive spot and get my tongue in there to finish her off. Remembering my earlier experiences, I moved lower and slowly pushed my tongue in, not a pleasant thing for me to do, but something I knew I had to do. The smell was not good, and the taste was even worse, but I pushed through it until Bertha was heaving with pleasure after which she pulled away from my mouth, and told me to lick up her wetness which was very obvious by this time. Eventually, we both fell into a sleep, mine mixed with anxiety and hers with a felling of pleasure, and well doing. When we stirred again the next morning, Bertha told me to get back between her legs as there was nothing better than to wake and have a morning orgasm. As I crawled into position, I became aware of the odor still on my nose and mouth from the previous experience, and was not looking forward to this at all. As I was working on her sensitive lower lips, she told me to seal my mouth around her spot well, as there was one more thing that she had to teach me this morning, and with that started to release her morning water. I was totally grossed out by this unexpected event, and pulled back quickly, getting my night dress soaked in the process and getting hollered at again by Bertha. She stopped her stream, got out of bed and into the bathroom, and told me not to leave the bed. When she returned later, she was again wearing her strap on, and had a mean look on her face telling me I was in for a hard time again this morning. She went to her side of the bed which was still dry, and lied on her back with her dong standing at attention, telling me what was coming next and to get over there, straddle her dong, and take my punishment until she said stop. This final debasement seemed to me to be worse that what had happened earlier, as I had to do this to myself, not being restrained at all. As I was impaling myself, torturing my already sensitive back door, she was twisting and pulling on my poor, now sensitive titties, telling me that I have got to learn that a woman's wish is my command, no matter how vile it seems to me, and the sooner I understand that the easier it will be for me. After what seemed like eternity again, but in reality, was less than 15 minutes, Bertha told me to get off, but to turn around and kneel with my face in the wet spot on my side of the bed, as she positioned herself to take me from the back again. She started up slowly but quickly gained speed and told me that this lesion was not easy but was necessary, and with that, she reached back with one hand and squeezed something behind her rubber dong which caused a sticky gooey substance to be squirted into my bottom. After several deposits of this, she slowly pulled out, and pushed a plug into my opening, that I was told not to remove, but held a long-term surprise for me as well. With that she told me not to move from my spot until Rose came for me, and went into the bathroom, eventually leaving dressed and carrying her bag telling me it was fun and looking forward to the next time we could be together. A painful but learning weekend ending When Rose did arrive, she found me as Bertha had left me, kneeling on my bed with my head in a very wet spot on my bed sheets, with my nightgown noticeable wet, and my butt still somewhat uncovered due to the back opening within the panties from my babydoll set. I must have been a sight as Rose, simply stopped for a few minutes to take it all in, and then told me to get up, get into the bathroom, out of my wet clothes, while she prepares a bath for me. I was so happy to hear that, and quickly did as requested, getting into a warm bath in short order. By now, Rose had been conversing with me for some time, doing most of the speaking as I was still too upset to say much, but the thing that I did listen to was that this was for my good, and she hoped that I learned my lesson and would not have to repeat this session with Bertha. She went on to say that my position at this home if I still didn't fully understand it, was to be fully compliant to any of the established ladies of the residence, and to respond immediately and always know my place. As I sat in the bath sulking and hearing these words, I started to understand what I had gotten myself into, and remembering the nightmare of last night, vowed to do whatever necessary to avoid that again. Even after a long soak, when I finally got out of the tub, my chest nips were still very sore, as was my back side, to the point that I did not want to close my legs entirely, as that was much worse. As Rose finished drying me off after my bath, she told me that she understood how I must be feeling, and could find some things to help me throughout the day, but there was one thing that I must wear today, again to understand what ladies deal with as well after a night of sex. With that she introduced me to an old fashion garter belt and my first full size kotex pad, which she almost had in place when she told me that the plug in my back hole would stay for about half the day, but she was removing a small core so that I could start to drain the liquids that were deposited into me during the last round of sex. Again, she said that this is common for women after a long night of sex, so best get used to a wet sticky pad all day long. She than found an open bottom girdle for me to wear today with stockings, and a bra where she inserted my forms into again, telling me that when we finished this morning, I had an appointment to have my forms fitted in a more permanent manner again. After donning a slip again, we went to the vanity to recover my hair doo, and help me with some makeup. I finished dressing with a loose-fitting day dress, and some 1.5" wedge heals and waddled out into the kitchen area for a bit of breakfast and some coffee. As I finished my coffee, and it was already midmorning, Rose told me that it was time to go to the clinic to deal with my breast forms again, and I was off, although it was a slow pace, and more of a waddle than a walk. As I reached the clinic, I learned what a sticky pad felt like as well, as it was starting to collect some of what Bertha had deposited, and the other thing I learned at that point, was that this sticky issue also came with a distinctive odor. As always, the front office was expecting me, and was told to wait for the nurse to collect me when she was ready. The receptionist smiled at me as I was going to sit, and mentioned that it seems like someone had a good time last night? Great, now everyone I met today would know about what I did last night I thought, but also wondered if other women went through the same thing on occasions like this. The nurse collected me shortly and took me into an exam room as usual. I was told to remove my dress and slip, but keep my bra on for now, containing my forms. When the doctor arrived, she asked me to remove my bra and forms, and did a close exam of my sore but now prominent breast tissue. She simply said my orders are to put you into something a bit different today, and considering your continued growth, would say it is time as well. With that she gave my current forms to the nurse, and told her to take these with her for reuse, and return with a set of xxx-143 forms in my size. When she returned, the doctor was explaining that these new forms, were more hollowed out to accommodate my expanding chest, but were also special as they had a unique attachment to my nipples, which transmitted any stimulation of the external prostatic nipple area to the real tissue below as well as supporting more of the forms mass with my nipples. With that she started to apply a special adhesive only to my nipples, and pulling the sides of my new forms back, attached these directly to my still very sore titties, and waited a minute or so for this to set. She than used a more traditional adhesive and attached the rest of the form to my chest, having her nurse hold these in place while that set. Once they were released, I felt a strange feeling like my nipples were being pulled on. The doctor went on to test my new apparatus, by pinching one of the nipples, which caused me to jump and shudder at the same time, as I felt the pinch and sensation within my own nipple, something totally new to me. The doctor said, it seems that these worked as prescribed, so you are free now to get dressed and leave, we will see you again in a couple weeks. I left the medical clinic still sore from my previous night, and now concerned about the different breast forms, and the impact they were having on my own breast tissue, especially my sore nipples. I went back to my apartment, and Rose was still there, waiting for my return, to tell me we should get some lunch, as I had another issue to deal with in the afternoon. But first she told me to change my pad, which was getting noticeable for sure. I just wanted to take the day off, and rest my sore body, but off we went to lunch, with me waddling along the way but with a dry pad in any case. The lunch took my mind off my circumstances a bit, and Rose tried to calm me a bit as well, telling me that soon I would be feeling a lot better, and could again focus on helping my charge as her caregiver when she returned late this afternoon, I could do the evening shift again. I was feeling used, and I just felt like I could never stand at the same level as most of the ladies that lived with me in this home, and Rose simply said that was typical after getting a training lesson from Bertha, but that was how it should be. She also told me that Kathy, the lady I first spoke with was going to see me after lunch this afternoon as well, and that picked up my spirits a bit, but was very concerned of what she would think about the way I was dressed now, not to mention my apparent breast projection as compared to when she first saw me. Soon we finished our lunch and walked back to my apartment, after which Rose left, indicating that she would return later that day to help with my getting ready to tend to Ms. Kate. I did rest on the couch for a while, which felt great, but soon heard someone knocking on my door. When I answered, I found Kathy as expected, and she did not seem to be surprised about how I was dressed, but came into my apartment after closing my door, and sat with me on the couch. She started a conversation, about how happy she was to see me here, adopting to the life style of this home. I said little at this point, keeping my eyes pointed downward as she spoke. Kathy went on to say that she was going to tell me something that was not known to me, and stopped for a minute after she told me to look up at her as she told me this. She went on to say that my mother and her had something in common that I was not aware of and went on to say that she was married to my mother for many years, which really blew me away as I did not believe my mother was a lesbian and said so. Kathy went on to say that she certainly was not at that time in her life, that when they were married, he went by the name of Ken, and was completely male for all those years. He said that he still was when she passed, but moved into this retirement home after she did, simply as she had built up a position for herself with all her service, that she could not fill and wanted me to do it. It was only after I agreed to this on her death bed that I found out that I had to dress as a woman to stay, which I choose to do. To say that I was flabbergasted to know all this, was putting it mildly, and I sat and staired at Kathy, who I now knew used to be a Ken, seeing no indication at all of her previous lifestyle in her face or body shape. Kathy told me that she too had eventually grown some breast, but they were small compared to the projection that I had. Kathy went on to say that in the earlier days, the only way men could come into this environment was to live and dress as women which he chooses to do, and then only under special circumstances. Today that has changed a bit, which is why I was told I was here. It was explained that some time ago, the founders wanted to bring men into the group that had a life time of abusing women, force them to become subordinate to women, as I was becoming. Kathy went on to say that when she learned of what I had done to my mother for all those years, and what happened with my two wives after that, I was a good candidate for induction into this home, and as a result, my life here would not be as nice as Kathy's was. She went on to say that I can tell that you were given some examples of how rough it can get here for your type, by the look of you today, in addition to the wonderful odor you are carrying with you as well. Let me fill you in about this as it is a great story as well. Some of our ladies have been using the apparatus used on you last night, but for different reasons entirely. As you see, that device was originally developed for gay ladies, who wanted to be part of seeding their partners, when they choose to use the services of a sperm bank to try to get pregnant. In older years, this is still helpful for these ladies, but for different reasons entirely, as the sperm reservoirs located in the scrotum can be used to dispense lubricants which come in handy for our older gals that still want to feel something inside of them occasionally when they have the itch. Well, it just so happens that one of our ladies is a retired rancher, and knew a thing or two about breeding cattle. When we decided to start bringing men into our group who had to be taught a lesson or two, she suggested using this device to seed them on occasion, but also give them something to remember it by for several hours to follow. She told us that when a cow comes into heat, her urine has a noticeable odor, such that the bulls can easily find the right ones to breed. She came up with this mix we now use, part expired bull semen and part this cows urine which when mixed with a few other things and treated properly, becomes a very safe but potent remainder of what occurred not long before. This certainly does a lot to change the attitude of these males we are training, as you now know as well, so enjoy the experience of which there will probably be more! With that Kathy got up, said that she would be checking up on me on occasion, but that we could never have a more personal relationship as she was technically still my step dad, but that she had little sympathy for my situation, and left with telling me to make the best of it, to avoid a very difficult time here. So now I knew what was in store for me, not that it made it any easier, but at least I understood why I was being treated like I had been by Bertha, and the nurses in the medical clinic and even some of the actions of Ms. Kate I vowed that going forward, I would serve my time with these ladies, doing the best I could to make them happy, and serve as a whipping boy if that was necessary, to keep them satisfied , and my punishments at a minimum. I soon had to get dressed again in my caregiver uniform, and tend to Ms. Kate on her return from her weekend adventure, which I was sure was much more pleasant than mine was. As Rose checked me out prior to my leaving, she again advised me to take good care of my charge, and certainly do not balk at anything that she asks you to do, or your weekend training session will continue on a regular basis. With that in mind, I waddled down the hall, and into the section where Ms. Kate lived, to meet her with my head low, and a new attitude. Maybe there will be an update to how my life continued in a latter story, -maybe I will be wearing diapers by that point, as with my sore behind, it was really difficult to get out of her bathroom promptly that evening. What happened to my guy stuff after all the forced hormone treatments to ensure large breast growth to keep Ms. Kate happy, and how I came to become one of the favorites of the converted men to the ladies of the home. Now you know the true story about how this facility is really operated, how it takes care of the needs of all the older women living there no matter how perverted they can be, how it is gaining many more "former" men now as residents that were once a burden to society, how it can break a womanizer or a man that believed his feelings were more important than any woman's, beat him into submission, and turn him into a servant and plaything to women for the rest of his life.