Ass filled equals dress filled.

Around the clock assfucking didn't sound that bad, actually. Not right now, with Angie's insides sloshing with thick seed, a deep, sensual heat spreading from the femboi's guts, as Janet's twin cocks softened and slipped from his ass. And still no cum was escaping, Angie's insides eagerly holding on to their sticky prize. Angie felt his face burn, but his jaw was slack and his tongue lolled out, eyes half-closed and glazed over like an addict's after his latest hit. A dim realization that Angie was exactly that crept along the edges of his addled mind, only to slink away again as Janet's members popped out of his ass with a wet pop.

"I'd ask if you liked it, cockslut, but that much is obvious," Janet mumbled into Angie's ear, still grinding against the femboi's ass and massaging his tiny boobs, the fabric of his maid dress gliding over them. It felt nice, but it also reminded him how much more fabric than titty there was. "Now, isn't there some cleaning you have to do?"

Angie only mumbled, the heat filling his entire body, strongest in his hips, thighs and crotch as well as his chest, but with his head filled with nothing but pink clouds, the femboi only luxuriated in the feeling. Janet nibbling on his earlobe earned a little twitch of his little dick and a pleased murmur, the heat slowly increasing, making the femboi writhe, grinding his ass against Janet's limp dicks and her plump balls.

"Ahbupbupbup, cockslut. I appreciate how **** you are for my pricks, but we fuck when I say we fuck, got it? Now get to cleaning, and be happy that you're not actually leaking from your ass."

In a daze, Angie stumbled towards where he had spilled the spices all over the floor. He made it all of two steps before a sudden spike in the heat filling him made him stop in his tracks and squeak - the heat had turned decidedly lustful. And a strange tightness was building in his thighs and hips, like a breath held for too long. And obviously, Janet noticed.

"What's wrong, Angie? Didn't I break you in properly? You do what I tell you, remember?"

"N-no, I... I... mnngh!" A lustful shudder ran through Angie's entire body, and he felt his cock grow erect under his petticoats. "Oooh..."

"Are you actually...?" Janet sounded a little uncertain at first, but she continued with the old assertiveness that sent shivers down Angie's back: "Turn around, cockslut. Hike up your skirt, I wanna see your little prick."

Angie did as he was told. Janet was his mistress, after all, the one with the dicks that promised incredible pleasure. It didn't mean that it wasn't still humiliating to pull up his maid dress to his waist, revealing everything below the hips to the Janet, who had stuffed her dicks back into her shorts; the sight of her massive bulge made Angie's mouth water and his blush widen. His cousin's perfect breasts in her tank top weren't even worth a first look.

"Well, I'll be. I should have known, cockslut!" Grinning at Angie, Janet crossed her arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "Okay, stay like this. No moving, no touching yourself. You're just gonna stand there and let me watch, got it?"

"Yes..." Eyes downcast, face burning, Angie stared down at the bunched up petticoats at his waist, obscuring the femboi's view of his raging boner.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress..." The word came unbidden, but the verbal reminder of Angie's new relationship with his cousin made his cock jump and squirt a drop of pre.

"There we go. Now shush, it's starting."

"Wha--"

"Hush!"

Shutting his mouth tight, Angie could only go by the sensations of his lower body to tell what was happening. Cock trembling and buzzing with pleasure, he felt the tightness in his flesh reach an almost painful level, but before it actually started to hurt, the femboy experienced a curious feeling of relief - and then felt his ass and thighs beginning to push into the petticoats hanging down around his legs. Angie could feel his hips creak and expand, panting through his nose at the bliss running through his body as it swelled below the waist in small burst after small burst, each accompanied by precum squirting from his dick.

"Oooh, there we go! That's what you were missing, some cushion for the pushin'!" Janet cackled and grinned - at Angie's crotch and widening hips, not his face. "And wanna know what is happening to your little prick? Want me to tell you?"

Somehow, being treated like this made the femboi even harder. He longed to touch his shaft, but Janet had forbidden it. Explicitly. And Angie had to obey. No matter how much his cock throbbed and how the precum leaked from the tip in a steady stream, running down his length and over his balls. The femboi's jaw slackened, breaths turning into low moans as his heart hammered in his chest.

"Well, you weren't all that big at the best of times. But now? I can see your dick shrink, Angie. It's like water leaking from a balloon, all that pre, the more you leak, the smaller you get." As she gleefully described the literal emasculation of her femboi cousin after the metaphorical emasculation of her treatment, Janet raised her pointer and waggled it. "It's barely this big, and I can see it's as hard as it'll ever be!"

Angie moaned helplessly, cock jumping between his expanding thighs, ass cheeks wobbling as he twitched, hands wringing his maid dress in front of his waist. His prick had been inferior to even one of his cousin's twin powertools, and now it was growing even smaller. It didn't matter, he didn't need it anyways. All he needed was an eager, stretchy asshole to satisfy his mistress. And still, Janet's comments made his shrinking shaft pulse and throb and twitch, pre dripping from the tip in an endless stream.

"God, it just keeps going! You can barely call it a dick anymore, cockslut." Grinning, Janet folded in her pointer and raised her pinky. She didn't even need to say it for Angie to know that from now on, he would barely need two fingers to jerk off. "It's a tiny little dicklet, a boy clit! It's kinda cute, actually, but so useless for anything except me fingering you until you squirt. Would you like that, cockslut? Me reducing you to a whimpering mess with one hand? Or better yet... my foot? Although... hmm, I'dbe scared to break it off."

Panting and moaning, Angie twitched his hips, feeling the still expanding flesh jiggle with every movement. The need to touch himself was overpowering, but his obedience to Janet was imprinted into the deepest parts of his psyche, so all he could do was mewl pathetically, tears running down his burning cheeks from the intensity of the sensations. As his sphincter twitched and puckered, Angie felt his shaft strain mightily, nuts churning below the femboi's shrinking member.

"Aww, not it's just getting shorter," Janet pouted, leaning back to rest her head on a kitchen cupboard. "Not even as long as my pinky now, Angie. And it`s getting shorter. Jeez, it looks ridiculous between those meaty thighs. At least your balls are still the same size. Makes your itty bitty boy clit look even more pathetic."

A keening moan rose from Angie's throat at the last insult, and finally the metaphorical dam broke and a rope of cum blasted from his tiny dicklet, arching through the air to splatter onto the tiles, barely not reaching Janet's toes. His boy clit had shrunk considerably, his balls hadn't, so the jizz they **** through the trembling prick seemed to take forever to make it out of the pea sized glans, every glob turning into a long, thin stream. It prolonged the femboi's climax almost to the point of being unbearable, widened hips bucking, ass jiggling, tongue lolling from his mouth.

"What did I say, cockslut? You came with your minuscule little cocklet without me even touching you. You are pitiful, Angie." Another thin rope of cum blasted from the squirming femboy, and his knees finally gave out and he collapsed to the cum-strewn floor, ass and thighs swollen to proportions that completely swallowed his lower legs and feet. "Be thankful you have me, cockslut. You need someone to take care of you."

With the last words Janet walked over to where the trembling femboi sat on the tiles, pointedly avoiding the cum still arching from his pulsing boy clit, and bent down to cup his chin. Angie twitched and mewled as his climax continued, but the sounds became muffled when Janet planted a deep, possessive kiss on the femboy's lips and then pinched his boy clit between two fingers to jerk the last few ropes out of him with a gentle hand.

"You're mine, Angie. You're my cockslut, and you best not forget it. No one gets to fuck you but I, is that clear?"

Inches from Angie's face, Janet almost growled her declaration, and still the femboy could only pant and twitch as his orgasm finally ebbed, and the last globs of cum began to leak from his softening dicklet. Angie could barely think beyond the sexual pleasure still rippling through him.