Andy is a sissy

Every week, Andy obsessed over his own body, extremely anxious over every perceived change. When his height measured in an inch shorter, he remeasured seventeen times, hoping that he was just wrong or slouching and he would return to his normal height. It never did. Over the next couple of weeks, everyone came to the realization that Andy was not going to become a bull.

The first lost inch was only the beginning as every day his body shrank. Near the end, he was nearly a foot shorter. His nominal strength disappeared as the tiny wisps of muscle and stubborn bits of belly fat melted off of his frame despite his **** efforts of exercise. His features became more feminine, his jawline rounding. The curve of his hips expanded and his once acceptable cock shriveled in size until it was barely a couple inches in length and only a finger or two across in girth. His tiny dicklet became the source of mockery for both Keith who took it upon himself to mock and bully the boys and the girls who laughed at it's meagre erections. Andy was pretty devastated at his poor genetic luck and grew closer to the other sissy in the house, bonding over their shared bodies and misfortune. So this progressed for several weeks.

"Bitchy! Help me with this load," Andy called out to his femboy friend as he struggled with a hefty basket of stained sheets. He no longer had the strength to lift such a large container so instead, he dragged one end of it across the rough concrete floor. The perky femboy appeared from the laundry room, clad only in orange daisy dukes and skittered over to the other end of the smelly basket to help. Together they struggled to lift the oversized basket and move it into the laundry room.

Setting the basket on the ground, the two got to work, separating and preparing to clean the semen drenched sheets. Due to the girls particularly nymphomanic lifestyle, sheets from the entire house were cleaned on a daily basis. Today's sheets were the most soiled they had ever seen, the remains of a particularly explosive encounter between Keith and the Amazon. Almost every inch of the expensive silk was covered in chunky strands of dried yellowish semen, congealed into the consistency of pudding. The smell was intoxicating, filling up the small, windowless room with the rich smell of sex. Both boys worked with flushed cheeks as they worked, silently suffering. Keith had spent the night with the Amazon, the Readhead's monster of a boyfriend was in town and the Couple had spent the night with each other so neither of the sissy's had gotten laid in a bit. They quivered with frustration at the thought that everyone in the house was getting laid but them. Well, it was either frustration or the potent smell of bull semen invading their nostrils. Regardless, both boys sat on their cushioned asses, ignores their throbbing erections and got to scrubbing the semen drenched articles.

A couple minutes into their labor a shrill ring wafted into the room from the floor above them. Ringringringringring. It was the playtime bell. Both of them perked up, dropped the soiled sheets and bounced out the room to comply with the summons. As they exited the laundry room and passed the mattress where they all slept, Bitchy noticed a wet line of semen, snaking down his hand. Without realizing he let the line drop into his mouth before sucking the entire strand up into his gullet. Andy shivered as he saw this act, freezing into place. He looked at his svelte hands and saw they were similarly covered in loose jizz. He wiped his hands on his pants before bounding up after the clapping cheeks of the thin femboy.

They stepped up the stairs and walked into the living room to see most of the house were already there. The Blonde was sitting in the Goths lap on a comfortable couch, the black haired girl whispering something into her lover's ear who glanced at the guys and giggled. The Amazon was by the wall, looking radiant as always in a gray sports bar and some blue cotton shorts. In one hand, her hand was resting on the brass bell, ready to ring it again if her charges didn't come fast enough. In the opposite hand, was a pink water bottle filled with her favorite protein shake. Her body was damp with sweat, it pooled up in her cleavage and discolored the skimpy clothing. The Vice President, to Andy's surprise, had left her room and was standing in the corner, wearing sensible clothes and looking as though she might melt into the wall at any moment. After the boys was the Redhead, jogging into the room, all parts of her nude body jiggling madly. Out of breath from the short jog from her room on the second floor down the stairs, she leaned against the wall as she bent over trying to catch her breath. At second glance as Andy took in her messed up hair, wet drops of saliva dripping down her top half and her absolutely soaking bottom half indicated that she might not be out of breath from running. The boys took their position prostrating themselves in front of their goddesses and awaiting judgment.

The Amazon nodded with satisfaction at the proper form of the kneeling boys and the assembling of her sorority. "Listen up cuties, " the Amazon addressed the boys. "It's been almost three hours since I've last gotten some good cock so you know what that means. Line up boys and let's see who is getting lucky."