Chapter 5
In the months that followed, Mica's body really began to change. Her breasts had grown so much that she could now use the bras Rohan had purchased earlier. Also, her belly was starting to show.
It was difficult to adjust. The added weight in her front caused her back to be sore. Walking, laying down, and even sitting felt awkward. Somewhat fittingly, kneeling was the most comfortable position.
She had taken to kneeling at her master's feet in the evenings while he relaxed in his chair. It thus became a routine for Mica to give him a blowjob, and once she had successfully swallowed a load of his cum, he would simply return to watching his program, reading, or whatever he had been doing. Mica liked the simplicity of it. Master Rohan didn't even have to say anything. A simple motion, or pulling out his cock was all the instruction she needed.
As the pregnancy advanced, so did her visits to the clinic. Each time she was at the clinic, she was reminded of what was happening to her, and how unusual this was.
Yet, Dr. Virtaneen managed to calm her worries. All the tests were positive, and her body was responding properly. The sheath was releasing the hormones so that the womb, and the baby it carried were developing according to design.
The baby was kicking, and her belly was really showing, when she encountered another patient who bore a special meaning for her, Aveer.
She recognized him immediately, but forgot that they had never actually met. Therefore, Aveer gave her a strange look, wondering who was this sissy acting as though they were old friends. Of course, with their feminization, it was sometimes hard to recognize some old acquaintances.
Mica apologized. "Sorry, you've never seen me before. I've seen you. I was in a viewing room with my master when you gave birth."
"Oh." Aveer knew they were regularly monitored, but it felt strange nonetheless. Observing Mica's belly bump, "I guess your master was pleased by the result."
Mica felt her belly. "Yes, he enlisted me for the sheath implant right after you gave birth." It reminded him of being trapped in Rohan's arms, and his master's arousal as Aveer screamed.
"That reminds me," Mica changed the subject to avoid thinking of that moment. "... where is your baby?"
"Oh, he's in the other room napping. The nurses are monitoring him."
"A boy. That's nice."
"Yes, he's a cute fellow. Very big and rambunctious. That's good. It means he should be more like his father, than... well, us."
Mica nodded. Yes, you would want your son to be a real man, not a sissy.
Just then, Mica noticed a wet spot appear on the front of Aveer's thin white shirt.
Aveer noticed where she was looking. "Oh, I thought this might happen. Ricon didn't feed that much this morning." As Aveer spoke, she peeled off her shirt to expose her breasts. "So, I'm still quite full. I'll just use the pump to milk myself. That way, Ricon will have fresh milk ready when he wakes up. He's usually quite hungry after a nap."
Mica was fascinated as Aveer attached a pair of pumps to her nipples which began rhythmically sucking the milk from her. Mica looked down at her expanded chest, and thought, `I guess that's what they're for.'
Aveer recognized what Mica was thinking and laughed, "You'll get used to breast feeding soon enough."
Mica giggled as well.
Beyond how brazenly Aveer had exposed herself and began pumping milk from her breasts, Mica was struck by how Aveer was both more and less feminine than herself. While her breasts were larger and producing milk, and she had the same slender frame, there was an absence of any makeup, colourful nails, or a fancy hair style. Her clothing was loose, but still pants and tops which could be worn by a man or a woman. A poor servant's clothes, but of either sex. Aveer had the physical attributes of womanhood, breasts and child bearing hips. Yet, she didn't bear any of the hyper-feminine traits of a sissy.
Mica hesitated, but decided to ask anyway. "I'm surprised that you're not wearing a dress." She wondered if there was another way to express her question, but she felt it was clear.
"No, my master never wanted that. I know many masters want a sissy bimbo... like you." Aveer smiled, admiring Mica. "And I understand the appeal. But my master likes his bitch boi. And that's how it works. We're whatever our masters want us to be."
Mica shrugged. "I guess." She did like being pretty, but so was Aveer in her way. Or was it his way. It was all so confusing.
Aveer's breast pumping proceeded as they spoke. The milk collected in the bottle was now noticeably visible. It didn't distract Aveer at all. It seemed perfectly natural.
"Seriously," Aveer continued, "do we have a say in any of this? We accept it. That is part of what makes us sissy bitch boys, being docile and accepting of what is done to us without complaint. We can even take pleasure in it."
"... But believe me, when you are suffering the agony of pushing out a baby through your anus, and the doctor has his hand buried in your ass, you will know who chose this for you. Your master did."
Apparently the milking was complete as Aveer took a moment to remove the pumps, and seal the bottle of fresh milk.
Aveer then caught her new friend by surprise by hugging her. "Don't worry. They have us under control."
That was an odd way of expressing it, Mica thought. It wasn't things', but us' under control. It did make sense though. This was going to happen, and her worrying about it wasn't going to change anything.
"All I mean to say is, it doesn't matter to us if we're masculine or feminine. We're both and neither at the same time. We're simply slaves. Playthings for our masters."
That is what the ladies at the salon always said to Mica, that she was a cute plaything.
"My master wants everyone to know I'm a boy with tits. And he really liked it when I was pregnant with a big belly. He likes to show off that I am a weak boy, and he can do whatever he wants to me. Your master clearly wants you to be pretty and eager to please. We don't have a gender, only a need to serve."
Mica nodded. "That does sound true. But I do like being pretty."
Aveer stroked Mica's arm. "And you are. But I bet you are really pretty when your master is showing you off to people, letting everyone know that you are his bitch. And everyone knows that later that night, you are getting fucked, good and hard."
Mica giggled. "Sometimes right there, depending on the type of party."
Aveer laughed. "Yeah, there is nothing better than having your master's cock inside of you, whether it's your mouth or your ass. Especially with an audience, so you can show everyone you're a good bitch."
An orderly entered the room, and called out for Aveer.
Aveer hugged Mica again. "Speaking of which, I need to start preparing. It was nice meeting you."
"Preparing?" Mica didn't want to keep the large orderly waiting, but she wanted to know why Aveer was here.
The orderly seemed patient. The two sissies appeared to be quite obedient so force was not required.
Aveer smiled. "Yes, Master has decided he wants another child. My sheath has now been re-inserted and treated to ensure I'm fertile. So, I'm ready, and off to the breeding room. Perhaps you and your master can be my audience again."
Mica giggled and nodded. She agreed it is so much fun to be penetrated with others watching.
The orderly nodded in approval. The two sissies knew they couldn't do anything without authorization. He then attached a leash to Aveer's collar and led him out of the room.
A short while later, another orderly entered the room to retrieve Mica. "You have been authorized to wait in the observation room." He attached a leash to Mica's collar and led her out.
Strictly speaking, the leash wasn't necessary. Mica would never resist authority. And now, she was anxious to see her new friend being fucked. This routine appointment to check-up on the status of the pregnancy had turned into so much more. She only hoped Master Rohan would arrive in time to watch Aveer's penetration with her.
In the observation room, there was already a `couple' waiting. A tall dominant man, and an effeminate slave boy. Mica smiled, seeing herself as that weak slaveboy a little more than 6 months ago.
The man seemed pleased to see a sissy being calm as she was led into the room on a leash. At ease with her femininity and enslavement. Mica's pregnant belly was particularly of interest.
The slave boy still had the scared and confused look of a new slave. He was likely purchased very recently, and had no idea what was happening. He kept his eyes averted, only making the odd sideways glance for possible escape. He barely looked at Mica.
There is no escape little one, Mica thought. The boy was cute, and would soon be worshipping his handsome master.
Mica's attention turned to the other side of the one-way mirror. Aveer was naked, and kneeling on all four, waiting to be penetrated.
Fortunately, Rohan arrived, just as Aveer's master entered the breeding room.
Mica kissed and embraced her master, before pulling him in to observe what was happening in the next room. "You remember Aveer," she said excitedly. "He was the boy we saw giving birth." Mica's hand stroked Rohan's cock through his pants, remembering her master's erection from watching Aveer's pain.
"His master has chosen to breed him again," Mica continued to explain.
Rohan nodded an acknowledgement to his fellow master in the room, but his attention had immediately turned to the neighbouring room.
He had only come to pick up Mica from her appointment, and get an update on his baby's progress. Yet, he couldn't resist watching a sissy getting fucked. And Mica's excitement was contagious. As she snuggled up in his arms, she pressed her bum against his stiffening cock.
Aveer's master had disrobed, and stood before his slave. Aveer knew what was expected without a word, and immediately began sucking his master's impressive cock.
Apparently not much foreplay was needed as he was quickly hard. He withdrew his cock from Aveer's mouth, and climbed onto the bed in mounting position. Aveer was arching his back, welcoming his master's cock.
Mica was getting increasingly aroused watching her fellow sissy. She moaned as Aveer's ass was penetrated, muttering, "Yeah, take it bitch."
Rohan laughed at his pet.
Mica leaned her head back and kissed him. "He loves it."
This even earned a laugh from the other man in the observation room. His slave boy was less amused.
Aveer's master was really plowing into his slave's ass, grunting with each thrust. Aveer was crying and moaning with ecstasy.
Aveer was accustomed to having his ass fully stretched. Yet, his master's intensity, combined with the knowledge that he was being impregnated, put this experience on another level.
In and out. The hard cock pistoned in and out of the sissy's round ass.
Everyone in the observation room was transfixed by the hard fuck occurring before their eyes. Mica continued to rhythmically rub her ass against Rohan's crotch, knowing it would be her turn when they got home.
The new slave boy was trembling in his master's firm embrace. Like Mica, he knew it would be his turn next, and that filled him with dread.
Aveer's master grunted, and his body tensed up. "That's it. Take my seed you sissy bitch boy."
Aveer arched his back, holding steady with his master's cock buried in his ass. Eager to have his insides coated with his master's cum. Eager to have a real man's seed fertilize his egg.
The two lovers collapsed onto the bed exhausted.
Rohan and Mica were caught by surprise by Dr. Virtaneen. "You can see from this monitor that there has been a successful fertilization." He was speaking to the other man in the observation room. "Aveer, our slave boy, has already given birth to a healthy baby. And you can see how submissive he is, ready to be impregnated again, and loves having his master inside him."
"Unfortunately we don't have any births occurring today for you to witness. However, you can see that the process is successful." The doctor pointed at Mica, and her pregnant belly.
Mica smiled, proud to be a model.
"Shall we proceed with the implant of a sheath for your lovely slave?"
The full horror of what was happening now occurred to the boy. He cried out, "No! You're not doing that to me!"
His master gave a firm swat to his bottom. "Hush slave! You will do as you are told." Then directing his attention to Dr. Virtaneen, "Yes, let's proceed."
A large orderly stepped forward and seized the boy. The boy continued to struggle in vain as he was handed over.
Mica was nearly as delighted by the entrapment of the young slave, as she was by Aveer's impregnation. She saw herself, not so long ago. She walked towards the boy, and patted his cheek assuringly. "Just do as you're told, and eventually you will be happy."
The boy was dragged out of the room. He wasn't obedient yet, but Mica felt certain he would be. All sissies are. They just need to accept it.
The doctor and the other man left the room, leaving Rohan and Mica alone. Through the one-way mirror, Aveer and her master were kissing and caressing. Perhaps building up for another round of love making.
Kherriss stared into Mica's eyes. "Will he be happy?" He was referring to the new slave boy, but he was really asking if Mica was happy.
Mica understood the double meaning. She leaned forward to kiss her master. "Yes master. Very happy."
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