Mrs Lillian Jewell didn't spend an extra thought when hiring her newest set of maids. The turmoil caused when the Jewell family moved half way across the British country left her with exhausted. Her attention was short. She didn't think twice about the maids coming from a working-class futanari district. It was pure chance that the maids of the Jewell household ended up being predominantly futa. Or at least: that is what Lillian Jewell believed.
No matter the nature of her maids, she needed her son -- William Jewell -- to be watched over. Much to Lillian's surprise, William was ecstatic to begin a new adventure. Having become an adult a few years ago -- but still treated like a child by his mother -- the young man longed to prove himself. His mother and father were frequently away on business, which left the maids as his only role models. And what a beautiful collection of women they were. William was a blushing mess when the entire staff were first introduced to him. He held his posture and remained stoic, but all the maids could see the boy was overjoyed with his new carers.
A new desire was growing in the young man. Lillian presumed her son would show interest in girls closer to his own age. Her son's true desires were totally unknown to her. He was expected to marry a regal-like lady of his own class; thin and delicate; suitable for a man of his background. This was why Lillian had made sure to hire maids of a larger size. This -- she would learn too late -- was a mistake.
The women of Oaken's futanari district were eating well. Wide hips and huge breasts were in fashion. Most clothes therefore magnified these curves instead of trying to hide them. The maids of the Jewell's new manor were no exception. Lillian's advisor had insisted that the working-class futanari would excel at their duties.
The head maid -- and the futa that caught William's eye the quickest -- was Miss Emily. During his first day in Oaken city, he passed by a bakery serving huge plump buns -- steaming warm, bouncy yet firm. Miss Emily reminded William of those buns. He still vividly remembers what she looked like when they first met.
Through total coincidence, her rich-brown hair was tied up in a bun on that day. A white head band held her bangs back from her forehead, but still allowed thin eyebrows to peek through. Her eyes watched the boy in a soft half-closed expression; almost motherly in nature. William was drawn to her lips, but her subtle beauty forced him to look away. William blushed very easily.
He tried desperately to be respectful and maintain eye contact, but it was impossible. Instead his eyes fell downward -- which only made him more embarrassed.
A frilly chocker was wrapped around Miss Emily's neck. Attached to it -- and pulled fully taught -- were straps that reached down to her bosom. Her attire was completely appropriate. Her body however was not. Miss Emily tight corset presented her chest proudly upward and outward. William dared to measure them in his mind and concluded they were bigger than her head. Maybe even twice as large.
Intent on not getting caught leering at the head maid, William turned his downward stare into a bow. On his way down, he saw Miss Emily's body curve like an hourglass before bursting out at her hips. The local fashion of 'emphasising hip-width' was new to William. He was an instant fan. A frilly, folded skirt could not obscure how bottom-heavy Miss Emily was.
Lillian saw her son's shyness and thought it a good thing. Maybe these maids would extinguish his juvenile desire for exploration and adventure. What Lillian failed to notice was the height difference between her son and the maids. Lillian -- propped up by her heels and natural tallness -- was not on the same eye-level as William.
It is considered proper for futanari maids to present themselves to the man of the house when they first meet. Lillian had failed to mention her husband in the rush and so the maids guessed young master William was their man. While Lillian talked away about duties and etiquette, the full array of maids were discretely lifting their skirts for their young master. William's eyes went wide with awe, as a row of girlcocks peeked out to meet him. He looked up and down the row in quiet shock.
Each maid was beautiful in his eyes. Both their imposing presence and their stunning ladydicks. All were some flavour of plumpness, curves, and grace -- these words could be applied to both their bodies and their secretly exposed cocks. William felt something awaken inside him. His interest in scouting the new city began to fade. A desire to explore something else was born.
Until then, William had never seen so many futanari at once. An old nanny of his had been futanari, but his memories of her were hazy. He distinctly remembered her being his favourite. It was this favouritism that kept William's mouth shut. Having a row of futanari flash their cocks was most improper in his mind.
The maids knew exactly what they were doing. It was a risk, but one worth taking. Miss Emily had taken the lead, allowing the others to follow safely. Lillian continued talking about her son's new responsibilities. It was going to be the maid's duty to ensure William followed the straight path his parents had set for him. They were allowed to take some initiative with William, but otherwise were expected to follow Lillian's orders.
However, Mr and Mrs Jewell were busy so often, that the maids would have the young master all to themselves. With his parent's absence, William discovered new freedoms previously unknown to him.
"We looked forward to years of service, young master William." they said as one.
William bowed. "I am in your care."
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The first few weeks were a sensitive time. William wasn't quite sure how to behave around his new maids. Partially because they were futa -- a rarity in the countryside -- but also because their entire system of care was different. Previously, servants had tended to William's needs on his request. In contrast, the futanari maids didn't wait for William's word. Commands didn't trickle down from his parents through the servants. Instead they seemed to come straight from the maids themselves.
"Good morning, young master William. It is time to wake."
Before William could rub his eyes his bed sheets were stripped away from him. He went to protest, but as he turned around he found Miss Emily standing at his bed side. With his face at her waist, he had a full view of her flaccid cock hiding below her skirt. All objections faded and his face turned red. This time her cock was covered -- a traditional cock-sock had been pulled over her shaft. The colour was navy-blue, to blend in with the rest of her outfit, but that didn't stop it from appearing thick and long.
"G-Good morning, everyone." he spoke meekly.
The other futanari maids all waved at him between their tasks. William noticed that whenever they were alone with him they adopted a much more casual energy. William liked it.
"Sleep well, young master?" Miss Emily asked.
Her tone was soft and inviting. She sounded like she was asking a question, but there was also an earnest wish tucked into her voice. She really hoped the young master had slept well.
"Y-Yes, thank you. Miss Emily."
"Mr and Mrs Jewell have left you in our care today. We think it would be best that you become more familiar with your new home. Does this sound acceptable, young master?"
This was the first time in William's life that someone asked for his opinion.
"Definitely. W-what exactly did you have planned?"
"We have prepared clothes and breakfast to begin your day, young master."
William ate his breakfast alone in the dinning room. His parents had already eaten before leaving. Onlookers would have pitied the lone man, but William had grown accustom to eating by himself. Once finished he rapidly made his way to Miss Emily in the main study.
Inside the warm red walls of the study, Miss Emily was taking to another woman. Between the great bookcases, the two were talking quietly, but with deep intent. When they saw the doors open and William enter they immediately ended their conversation.
"Master William Jewell, this is Lady Dove. She lives above the market gardens, between the futanari district and our own."
Lady Dove stood as a beacon of seasoned elegance. Her dress was a long dark-purple and ran from her neck to the heels of her black-leather boots. Around her waist a large black belt held her posture strong. The skirt of the dress flared out at the hips to give her extra width. Her voluminous red hair twirled over her left shoulder in a braid. Half of her face was covered with her bangs, but they failed to hide her full lips and piercing jade eyes. On the end of her sharp nose, rested a pair of golden spectacles.
"Mr Jewell, it's a pleasure to meet a new face."
Officially, 'Mr Jewell' was William's father, and he was supposed to correct her. However, something about Lady Dove told him it would be best not to. He suspected that she would think less of him. He raised his hand and took Lady Dove's hand to kiss.
"I'm looking forward to many new things, Lady Dove."
Lady Dove looked at Miss Emily with a knowing smile. Miss Emily looked happy with herself.
"Have you been offered drink and food, Lady Dove?"
"I only came to introduce myself, Mr Jewell. Your parents are so industrious it can be a struggle to catch them in person."
"I hope my presence will suffice."
"It certainly has. Have I interrupted your day, Mr Jewell?"
"It has yet to begin."
"Thank the Goddess. Allow me to introduce myself as your new tutor. I will be responsible for your continued education."
"Ah! Is calling you Lady Dove appropriate then?"
"While I am not teaching you, Lady Dove will fine. I look forward to our first lesson."
"Enjoy your day, Lady Dove."
"May you enjoy yours even more, Mr Jewell."
As Lady Dove began to leave she walked past William. Turning his head slightly, he wondered if she was hiding something under her dress. William's heart flickered again as he realized he could have been talking to a futa.
"I apologize, young master. Lady Dove only just arrived."
"That's alright, Miss Emily. W-who exactly is Lady Dove?"
"A widow with very good connections across the city. She is highly talked about in the futanari district. A very reliable teacher."
"I-I see."
"Shall we begin your day, young master?"
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Miss Emily was pleasantly surprised with William's character. In previous jobs, she had worked with many young men and women of upper-class origin. Most were obnoxious. Others were arrogant. William was sweet and welcoming. His parents were so preoccupied it was hard to read their character, but that didn't matter. The maids were looking forward to working for William, not his parents.
In secret however there was something going on below the surface. Mr and Mrs Jewell were both ignorant to the nature of their neighbourhood. Their new home was right next to the futanari district. The futanari district that -- for the last two decades -- had been mysteriously growing in size. Peering at a map, it would appear that the district was slowly eating away at neighbouring houses one by one. That same map would reveal the Jewell's new home was next to be consumed.
The entire staff were in on the conspiracy. Working-class futanari would find positions in houses close to their district. Over time, the owners of the houses would find themselves 'sympathetic' to the futanari. Sympathetic was the minimum expectation. The desired outcome was that the household adored girlcock and would do anything to suck and bounce for futa. Including offering ownership of their property to wealthy futa. Wealthy futa like the unassuming Lady Dove.
As the Jewell family moved into their new home, adverts for staffing their home appeared around the futa district. Mr and Mrs Jewells were not the targets however. William was. He was presented as a bachelor-to-be. And when a calotype picture of him was displayed with the advert, local futanari swooned for a chance to seduce him.
In fact, at any moment in the Jewell household, it was guaranteed that at least one of the maids was fantasising about doing lewd things with William. While Miss Emily appeared to be stoic and calm -- as the head maid role demanded from her -- she was actually driving herself wild with dick-filled daydreams.
That very morning before William had woken up, she and some other futanari had surrounded his bed and looked at each other. They all longed to slap their cocks across his face as a morning wake-up.
"It's too early! You'll scare him off." one of them had to say.
They spend a quiet moment watching the boy sleeping cute and clueless. How would he respond to a harem of futanari all teasing him with their meaty-shafts? Would he stick out his tongue and embrace the lewd surprise? Or would he be mortified and cast them outside?
A slow touch was needed with William. All of the futa could sense it within him. His innocent glances, long stares, and stuttering shivers told them plenty. He wasn't just lusting after their cocks. A seed of love was sprouting inside him. They had to nurture it. Tend to it. Grow it until William could only think about futa-cock. All of the maids had worked extremely hard to get this position. None of them were going to throw it away because they felt horny. Patience was needed.
However, all of them underestimated how interested William was in futanari.
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"Um, Miss Emily?"
"Yes, young master?"
"I wish to ask you something, but I fear it is inappropriate. I want you to know: I'm coming from a place of total ignorance. I only wish to learn."
"Please, young master. It is very difficult to offend me. Speak your mind."
"The maids are mostly -- mostly futanari. I am not familiar with futanari -- um -- culture. I don't want to offend any of the maids. Are there things I should know to ensure healthy relations with my servants?"
"Actually, young master, every single one of your servants are futanari."
"Oh, I see."
William had suspected that the majority of them were futa, but all of them? He felt his heart jump. At every moment in this house -- when it was just him and his maids -- he was surrounded by futa.
"And I find your question to be extremely thoughtful. You are already considering our needs, like a true master of the house."
William began to blush. Partly from the complement, but also because he was imagining all the maids around the house.
"I will inform Lady Dove that you wish to be educated in this matter. I will make sure she is told discretely."
"Thank you, Miss Emily."
"Otherwise, I would suggest you treat us like any other working woman. With one important exception."
"That is?"
"Agh -- young master, now I am the one that does not wish to offend."
"Please, Miss Emily. We shall pretend like this conversation never happened once it is done. Speak freely."
"With your permission, young master. The 'needs' of futanari are much greater than a man or woman's. We need to 'relieve' ourselves multiple times a day. If you every find a futanari needing a moment to herself, please give her the time she needs."
"I-Is, is your need that bad?"
"It is difficult to 'relieve' ourselves alone. It is simply the nature of our bodies. The Goddess blesses us. The Goddess curses us."
"I suspect I should learn more about this Goddess too."
"Shall I pass that along to Lady Dove as well?"
"Please."
"It will be done, young master."
"Thank you for being so understanding, Miss Emily. I..."
William was now focused on Miss Emily. Her warm aura had an intense effect on the young man. It made him wish to be closer to her. Physically, but he also wanted to know more about her.
"Is it inappropriate to ask if your needs are being met? You are the head maid after all. You watch over the others, but who takes care of your needs?"
Miss Emily was stunned. She was expecting the young master to end the conversation. Where did he intent to take this new question?
"We have been very busy making sure everything was perfect for your arrival, master William. Your needs come first."
William had spent years being taught the art of double-talking. Saying one thing while half-saying another thing. He admired Miss Emily's ability to answer his question in an indirect manner. All of the maids William had met so far had greatly impressed him. They treated him like no-one else had. They made him feel like he had influence; actual status. For the first time, William dared to exercise his new unknown power.
"And what if my needs are yours, Miss Emily?"
Miss Emily turned her head slightly and smiled.
"Then... Master William would only need to voice them. And it would be done."
'You are a source of endless surprise, William.' Miss Emily thought to herself.
The ball had been thrown back to William. Did he have the courage to declare a need? Did he even know what he wanted? There was courage building in his chest.
"I had a front-row seat to the entire staff. I saw a lot more than I was expecting."
"Did you dislike it?"
Miss Emily held back a grin. William's face told her the answer.
"Why did you all do -- 'that?'"
"It's common practice for the maids to present themselves to their new master."
"I -- I see. I have a lot to learn."
William tried a new direction, intending to surprise Miss Emily with a new conversation.
"Are there any signs when a futanari has not met their needs?"
"Yes, master. Is this conversation still going to be forgotten when it ends?"
"Indeed, Miss Emilly."
"Then: one indicator is the size of her balls. They grow large with fullness when not emptied. But a better indicator is if a futanari is leaking."
"L-leaking?"
"Master William. There is a reason we wear dark-blue colours. If we wore white, you would know what 'leaking' is."
William couldn't help himself. He looked down to the tip resting below Miss Emily's skirt. The second he realized where he was staring he quickly reverted back to eye-contact. Miss Emily made no movement or gesture.
'What a lewd little master we have.' She thought.
"I -- I -- you have enlightened me, Miss Emily. May I rely on your knowledge on matters similar to this? Lady Dove may not teach me everything I need to know."
"I am here to serve, master William."
"Thank you, Miss Emily. I think we should end this conversation now."
"On behalf of all the staff, young master, we should be thanking you. To work for such an open-minded man is like a cool gust of wind on a hot day."
William and Miss Emily continued their walk around the house. William was replaying her final sentence in his head. Miss Emily was the first person to ever call him a 'man.' He feared he had asked too much, but Miss Emily showed no sign of resentment. In fact, it almost felt like she was inviting him to ask more. To do more...
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Lady Dove proved to be a strict, yet reasonable teacher. After reviewing his current knowledge, she was content that he was well-read and still eager to learn. Mrs Jewell's warning that her son lacked focus during study felt misplaced. William was an erudite young man. However his focus wasn't entirely on Lady Dove's lessons. It was also directed at Lady Dove herself. William wanted to know if she was also a futanari. He had no real reason to know, only a want.
"Very good, Mr Jewell. I can better plan a path for your education now."
Williams nodded quietly. He had learned that Lady Dove only expected him to talk when asked a direct question. He concluded Lady Dove was a woman that did things her way and it was best to follow her example. William's previous teachers had been meek. None of them had carried a cane. Lady Dove's looked well-used. Those new feelings began to stir inside William's heart again. While the maids raised him up, it felt like Lady Dove's role was whip him down into humility.
"Miss Emily informed me you wish to study another topic. One that requires delicacy. Is that right?"
"Yes, Miss Dove."
"Considering your proximity to futanari, I think this is a wise pursuit. However, it is not what Mrs Jewell has recommended and therefore I cannot..."
"Mrs Jewell doesn't need to know." Williams dared to interrupt Lady Dove.
She lowered her gaze and looked at him over her glasses. She sauntered up next to his desk. William was sure his knuckles were about to turn red from a smack.
"Please explain, Mr Jewell, what you mean by that."
"My mother has done a wonderful job of directing my eduction until now. However, as a man, I believe it is vital I start to define my own life. This would include my education."
Lady Dove tilted her head approvingly.
"I see."
William felt tense waiting for Lady Dove's response. She was tall when they were both standing, but when William was sitting -- cast under her shadow -- she was titanic.
"So, if Mrs Jewel were to ask about your education, I would not mention what we are about to discuss. Is that correct, Mr Jewell?"
William felt his heart beat. He'd kept plenty of secrets from his parents before, but this one carried a certain weight.
"I fear your mother wouldn't approve..."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. It's my education, not hers. You will not tell either my mother or father about this private education."
William swore his heart was about to burst out and roll over his desk. His eyes winced as he prepared himself for onslaught.
"As you wish, Mr Jewell. Your courage is admirable."
William's eyes locked open. As Lady Dove began to walk back to her chalk-board, he felt his body relax.
"Futanari are women who posses both male and female genitalia. This is the primary difference between their male and female counterparts. However, there are many nuances that make futanari different -- both physically and socially. Page two-hundred and five, Mr Jewell."
William flicked to the page to find a hand drawn illustration of a large curved cock against a smaller straight cock.
"The male genitals of a futanari are significantly greater than a male's. While length and girth are bigger, you will also note that the shape is different too. The curved, smooth shape stimulates the male prostate during sexual intercourse to a high degree. Futanari also boast greater cum production, potency, and physical prowess. This is believed to be thanks to their increased testosterone -- a hormone you will have learned in chemistry -- but recent study has shown other hormones are also responsible. These hormones also contribute to a futanari's increased endurance, height, and robust immune system."
William -- while listening to every word Lady Dove said -- was staring at the huge girlcock on the page. He was thankful the desk was hiding his growing erection from his teacher. He reflected on his maids. Sure enough: every single one of them was large, tall, or big in some way. William often felt like a dwarf surrounded by Amazonians.
"While often obscured by their large male genitals, a futanari's female genitals are fully present. A futanari's fertility has been shown to be double that of a female's, with the side-effect that a futanari is more likely to conceive a futanari child instead of a male or female one."
"However, this all comes at a cost."
William looked up at Lady Dove as her tone became stern.
"Possibly due to a futanari's increased production and virility, they require significantly more sexual stimulation to satisfy their needs. Researchers have noted that futanari could possess the combined sexual needs of a woman and a man, but this is only a theory."
"Futanari culture is largely defined by these physical needs. They are known to be more sexually open and welcoming, often taking more than one partner -- while some build entire harems for themselves. Sadly, many rumours and stereotypes exist regarding futanari. These rumours are often baseless: created from inaccurate observations instead of empirical data."
"Due to the differences between futanari and non-futanari, futanari women will often live together or near each other. As their population grows, a district will emerge organically within the area. This district is under special futanari law and custom. Futanari prove to be very skilled and hard workers and are therefore granted these privileges."
"And I believe that is all the time we have, Mr Jewell."
"T-Thank you, Miss Dove."
"If you have any further questions regarding futanari, Miss Emily has informed me that your maids are more than happy to provide answers."
William nodded.
"And if your studies are lacking, I can offer to have some books sent to your personal library. In a discrete manner."
"Have them placed on the lowest shelf."
"Certainly, Mr Jewell."
"Oh, and one last thing. Just between us, William."
"Of course."
"You are not the first young gentleman who has asked me to teach this topic. In both a personal and academic sense, you should have no shame. But be aware: not everyone is so open-minded."
Lady Dove rested her hand on William's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"Until our next lesson, Mr Jewell."
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Over the following days, William enjoyed the company of his maids while settling into his new home. Unlike previous servants -- who treated him like a nuisance -- the futanari maids had an earnest interest in the young man. Every single one of them longed to tempt him, but also admired his nature. Unlike previous masters -- who treated futanari with contempt -- William genuinely wanted the best for his maids. He was quite upset when he inspected their sleeping quarters and discovered the lack of quality bedding or furniture.
Within the month they were all sleeping in silk and the fluffiest pillows money could buy.
Passing through the servant's small walled garden, William was confused by some clothes hanging out in the midday sun. He turned to Miss Emily -- who now felt like his own shadow -- and asked:
"Why are those socks so irregular in length, Miss Emily? And why are they not in matching pairs?"
"Ah -- young master, these are the maid's cock-socks."
William flinched. The word 'cock' passing through Miss Emily's lips excited him more than he wanted to show.
"I-I see no names. How can you tell them apart."
"Length and girth, master William."
"Some of them are bulging in the middle..."
Knowing what the socks were -- and more importantly what they frequently contained -- William's interest grew.
"Would the young master like to play a guessing game."
William looked confused for a moment. After he realized what Miss Emily was implying he turned around to face her, his cheeks pouting.
"M-Miss Emily! I -- I don't think that's -"
"You would only need to guess which one is mine."
William was silenced and his gaze returned to the socks. He was already measuring them in his mind. What was the strategy here? Should he presume she was -- endowed -- and pick a large one. Or was it more suitable to pick a safe middle-sized sock? Hidden glances had given William sights of her tip, but not the full length of his head maid's ladydick.
He shuffled towards the line -- stepping left then right -- unsure which to pick. He swallowed and made his choice. He didn't pick the safe average, he went straight for the biggest cock sock on the line. If worn like a normal sock -- and it's girth looked like it could support that -- it would reach all the way up to a person's thigh. It was slightly curved and grew bigger near the tip. William was about to proudly present it to Miss Emily when another maid passed across the grass and moved towards him.
William recognized her as Clara, one of the more experienced maids in their employment. Her grey-white mix of hair was easy to spot from afar. She usually had her hair braided down her back, but today it was running free. She looked like she was in a rush. To William's surprise, Clara reached out to grab the same cock-sock William was going to grab. She turned to look at William.
"Agh! Master William. I'm so sorry, I failed to see you there. I've been in a rush since dawn."
"Is everything alright, Miss Clara?" William asked.
Clara looked at the cock-sock and then returned her eyes to William
"Certainly, master William. I simply forgot to -- to wear my complete attire."
William stared at her dumbfounded.
"Was there some personal reason you wanted my cock-sock, master William?"
Miss Emily covered her face. Behind her hand she was trying not to burst out laughing at the sight. William looked like a cock-sock thief caught red-handed. Meanwhile, William couldn't stop staring at Miss Clara's cock-sock; the biggest of the bunch. His brain created images of the meaty ladydick that could fill such a sock. What did it look like? Was it veiny and hard or soft and plump?
"Was there something you needed from me, master William?"
'I need you to show me your cock, Miss Clara. Your cock-sock has intrigued me and I must-"
William shook his head.
"N-no, Miss Clara. P-please, continue your day."
Miss Clara bowed and then ushered herself away through a door. Intrusive thoughts had started to creep into William's mind. Maybe two or three occurred each day. He did his best not to slip and accidentality say what he was thinking. Because most of the time, he was thinking about girlcock.
Specifically the girlcocks that now bounced, bumped, and bounded down the corridors of his new home. He did his best not to look. But when a maid was coming down the stairs, or climbing up a step-ladder, or bending over to clean something -- there her ladydick was. Hanging proud and ready to be sucked. Hanging inches from his face; his lips; his hungry tongue.
"I apologize, master William. I believe that was my fault." Miss Emily woke William from his thoughts.
"Oh! No, no, Miss Emily. I -- I was the one that played along. And I lost as well."
"I'm rather flattered by your guess. The largest on the line, master William? Is that how big you think I am -- or how big you wish I was?"
William played with his fingers behind his back.
"I -- Maybe if you show me the correct sock, I can tell you."
"Oh? Well, I must confess: I was playing a trick on you, young master. My sock isn't hanging up. I'm already wearing it."
"Y-you! So I had no chance of winning. That is a nasty little trick, Miss Emily."
"I wouldn't say that, master William. You could have won. The sock is here after all."
Miss Emily swung her wide hips to the side, revealing a bump at the front of her skirt.
William gulped.
"Do you still wish to see it?"
William's head remained low, but his eyes looked up to silently beg for it. Miss Emily saw her master as a small puppy longing for his bone.
"Please, Miss Emily." he whispered.
"It'll be our little secret, okay? If the other maids discover this, they will all want to present their socks to you. We would need to setup a hanging line in your private bedroom."
Miss Emily joked, but the thought sent a shock down William's spine. His bedroom being used like some laundry dump for cock-socks didn't sound so terrible.
"Turn around, master William. Hold your hand behind your back."
William did as he was told. A moment later, a warm soft compressed sock rested in his palm.
"Keep it in your pocked for now, master William. And remember, don't let the other maids see."
William slipped it into an inner pocket and felt it rest against his chest. It was still warm.
"W-will Miss Clara be offended by my actions?"
"Oh, don't you worry about Miss Clara. I'll make sure any misunderstanding is cleared up"
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Miss Clara's chief responsibility was serving food and organizing kitchen affairs. William was therefore destined to see her with each meal -- three times a day at least. She became the herald of good food, carrying an aroma of dough and stock around her person.
As one of the oldest maids -- although William would never offend her with that adjective -- she held a place of authority over all the other maids. The one exception was Miss Emily who she treated as an equal. She became a mother figure to all the futanari working under her. It was with an equally motherly tone that she addressed master William one morning, at breakfast:
"Dear master William, would you care for company while you eat?"
William finished his mouthful of toast before answering.
"Do we have visitors?"
"Oh no. I was referring to myself joining you for breakfast. I understand it is irregular, but I..."
William saw some hesitation behind Miss Clara's mask of maturity.
"Please, Miss Clara, tell me." William was keen to ensure Miss Clara didn't think he was a cock-sock stealing pervert. He tried his best to impress this upon her with his patience.
"Knowing you eat all by yourself claws at my heart. Anyone can see you are a headstrong gentleman capable of eating by yourself, but it is almost -- sad. I only wish to ensure my master is not both eating alone and feeling alone."
William was touched by Miss Clara's kindness. Whatever Miss Emily had said to her had cleaned William's name. He decided to forget about the cock-sock situation entirely.
"I- I've always eaten alone, Miss Clara."
"Well, that only makes me wish to join you more. Only with your permission, of course."
William thought it over. His parents wouldn't even allow the idea. They had defined a clear line between family and servants. Family ate together. Servants ate somewhere else. That was how things were. But when was the last time William had eaten with either of his parents? It was some business dinner, months ago, where he barely spoke to either of them.
"I have never found anything ugly about the irregular, Miss Clara. Your company would sweeten my day."
Miss Clara bowed, pulled a chair back, and sat adjacent to William at the table.
"I must be sly, master William. The other maids may think I am taking advantage of you and resting my legs."
"Then we will invite them to sit as well."
Miss Clara raised her hands to cover her gentle laugh.
"Your charm is infectious, master Willaim."
William pushed a halved grapefruit towards Miss Clara.
"I can't eat all of this by myself."
"Oh! I shouldn't!"
"But you will."
Miss Clara ate alongside William.
"You are unlike any master I have ever served. And I have served more than a handful."
"Well, I've never had such a hard working group of maids. You really have set yourself above all the rest. I expect your wisdom is to thank for that."
"My wisdom? Well, I am very strict with my futana- with my ladies, master William."
"Please, Miss Clara. The word futanari does not offend me. And you? Strict?"
"Let's say I have another side I don't allow my master to see. Only those that work under me may see it."
"How intimidating, Miss Clara. I'm glad I am not one of them."
'Not yet.' Miss Clara thought to herself.
As William lifted a sausage to his mouth the vision of Clara's hung cock-sock flashed in his mind.
"A-Are all of your needs being met, Miss Clara?"
'Oh my. He is thinking about my cock, isn't he?' she thought.
"My needs?" Miss Clara played ignorant.
"W-well, maybe it is not my place to ask, but -- Miss Emily informed me that it is very important my maid's needs are met. And after I saw you yesterday -- taking down your -- your clothing..."
Miss Clara bathed in his embarrassment. He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"Oh! Why, yes master William. I must confess I was happy when you said: 'you have never found anything ugly about the irregular.' Because my body is exactly that. I won't fluster you with the details, but it is -- difficult -- sometimes."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Emily."
"Don't be, master William. You only have one body -- so I will do my best with what I have been given. There is always someone less fortunate than yourself."
William remembered that piece of wisdom from his old futanari nanny. Miss Clara too oozed mature insight.
"What a refreshing outlook."
"Thank you, master William. Oh! And while we are here talking -- please know that Miss Emily explained your actions during the previous day."
William flinched half way eating some scrambled egg.
"Agh! Well that's good. I didn't intend to offend or appear like a -"
"No! No! She told me you were simply picking which one looked the best. Your favourite cock-sock to-be."
William narrowed his eyes.
'Miss Emily!? She playing tricks again?"
"W-well that's not ex-"
"You don't need to say another word, young master. I am very honoured you chose mine. It is a joy to know -- that despite my size -- I am still admired by some."
William didn't want to deny her. Miss Clara looked so radiantly happy with the idea of being her master's favourite. Or -- more accurately -- wearing her master's favourite cock-sock. He continued eating breakfast.
"Is it possible master William admires larger sizes? Are you perhaps -- a size king?"
William choked on a piece of toast and covered his mouth with a napkin. He cleared his throat before answering.
"A s-size king?"
"I thought Lady Dove may have taught you that? Then again, it's not exactly a common point of education. A size king, master William. A person who thinks: 'bigger is better'?"
William had no idea how to navigate this conversation anymore.
"Don't worry, young master. I'm skilled at keeping secrets."
William was starting to worry about all the secrets in his home -- and how many of them were about him.
"W-well, Miss Clara, I have never courted a futanari woman, so I cannot say. But I won't deny your sock caught my attention."
'What a diplomatic answer. He appears shaken, but he's well trained.' Miss Clara reflected.
"Your secret is safe with me, master William." she toyed with him.
"I-I didn't tell you a secret, Miss Clara."
"Oh? So it is public knowledge?"
"N-no, it's -" he began to stutter.
"Because I assure you: I may be large in some regards, but I am by no means the largest. Not in a single quality at least."
Williams ears perked up when hearing this.
"A lot of us have highly specific needs, thanks to our larger-than-life sizes."
"O-oh?" William found the courage to look at her again.
'He so desperately wants to ask. I can see it. Come on, William. You know you want to.'
"Is there anything we could do to -- assist you?"
"Actually, part of the reason I was so ruffled yesterday was because of my clothing. The fabric of my cock-socks, they can be very -- stimulating. I spend many hours a day -- fighting for comfort.'
"T-that won't do! Is there an alternative?"
"I will not insult your intelligence, master William. You saw the difference between my cock-socks and the others, yes?"
William nodded. 'Yes. Yours was twice the length and stretched to the tearing-point.
"My size makes it difficult to find socks of high quality. Most of them break within a month of use."
William let out a sharp breath. 'B-break?'
"There is a seamstress in the futanari district, but her craft is expensive -- and rightly so -- her socks are the best money can-"
"Give me the seamstress's name, Miss Clara. I will not have my maids suffering in silence."
"Your kindness is endless, master William."
"D-Do any other of my maids suffer from similar -- afflictions?"
"Hmm. They do. Some of them are shy to hang their underwear on the line. But this is a private matter. It is not my place to reveal their secrets."
"A-absolutely, Miss Clara. I agree. That duty would fall to the head of the house. Which would be my..."
"Master William. I say this with no disrespect towards your parents. While Mr and Mrs Jewell are our employers on paper -- in practice: we see you as the head of the House."
William felt a surge of responsibility and pride swell in his chest. The maids always knew exactly what to say to spur him into action.
"I-I see. Then, if any of our maids have difficulty, Miss Clara, please tell them to seek me in private. Or pass a message to Miss Emily or yourself."
"I trust you will give them the same thoughtfulness you gave me." Miss Clara sounded deeply thankful.
William looked at the grandfather clock ticking away along the wall.
"This has been a wonderfully informative breakfast, Miss Clara. But I must go, Lady Dove doesn't like tardiness."
"Run like the wind, master William."
As William rushed out of the dinning room, he failed to notice Miss Clara remained sitting in her chair. Respect demanded she stand when her master does. But something else was making demands below the long wooden table. She reached down to hold her erect cock as it pushed into the underside of the table.
"Goddess, this boy is a tease. Had I been standing, he would have seen my full length."
Miss Clara shuddered.
"What would he have done? Ran away? Or maybe he would..."
She began to stroke her shaft as another maid entered the room.
"All going according to plan, Miss Clara?"
"I envy the futa that claims him first."
"You and every maid in this house."
>
That night, William continued a ritual that had been born since Miss Emily gave him her cock-sock. The first night, he had been hesitant. Slowly pulling out the thick cotton sock from his pocket and digging himself under his bed sheets. He held it close to his chest before raising it to his cheek. It was soft and warm and fluffy, but most of all: it smelled divine.
A mixture of Miss Emily's natural odour, a soft perfume, and the pre-cum that had leaked into the end. It was intoxicating. William feared the day that Miss Emily would ask for it back, but it never came. Maybe she had forgotten it? Maybe she knew exactly what her master was doing with it. William didn't have the focus to think about her intentions while he shoved it into his face -- stuffing the aroma up his nose. His lips brushed against the fabric and he began to dryly suck on it. The fragrance dominating his mind.
When his lips reached a pre-cum soaked section, he sucked it dry within seconds. Under the covers, he squirmed and shivered.
After he was done, he fully extended it out on the bed. There was no other cock-socks to compare it to, but William could see it was big. Thicker than most. Not the longest, but it curved beautifully. William's hand was stroking his own erect cock when he pushed his groin against the sock. He rubbed it up and down its soft touch. Eventually he pulled the sock over his own cock.
It was clearly not designed for a man of William's size. Futanari dicks were an entirely different beast. The sock limped sadly with William's meagre erection. He was slightly above average in length, but that didn't matter here. Instead of being disappointed or ashamed, the comparison between a huge cock-sock and his own dwarfed dick aroused him. He fantasised about the maids and their cocks, swinging around him all day.
They were all so much taller. They were all so beautiful in a such gentle way. He longed to feel their touch, hear their voices call him 'master', and watch them weave around his home. William dreamed of sneaking down into their quarters and offering himself in anyway possible. They worked so hard for him it was only fair he returned the favour. The barrier between master and servant began to fade.
A vision of Miss Emily and Miss Clara, both dressed in flowing dress brought William over the edge. He imagined the sun shining behind them, revealing the shadows of their hung dicks.
Every night since that day, William added his own scent to Miss Emily's cock-sock. Every morning after, he tucks it away in secret before his day begins.
>
After William had settled into his new home, he was expected to attend to new duties. His father owned a collection of establishments that specialized in bespoke tailoring. They were commonly referred to as the 'Jewell Collection'. Crafting and mending clothes was seen above a man of William's status -- so handiwork was not among his duties.
Instead, he was expected to learn the skill of building and maintaining social relations. Specifically with the Jewell's most prestigious clientele. As the Jewell Collection branched out into its third major city, new business partners would present themselves. William would be there to represent both himself and the family name.
William had no love for parties or gatherings. They were tolerable. Sometimes entertaining, but only when something went wrong. Otherwise they were a lot of talking about nothing and standing around with a drink in one's hand. He tried his best to hide his utter bordem.
The first gathering was held in a great hall within his home. His maids wandered the floor with plates towered with drink and food. Small islands of gossiping groups divided the carpet floor. William had just finished his routine introduction with an investor when he brushed past Miss Emily.
"All acceptable, master William?"
He tried not to sigh. "As acceptable as a party can be, Miss Emily. Is everything in order?"
William secretly longed to hear someone had spilled a drink to cause a quarrel.
"Nothing we can't handle, master. W-Well, except for one misunderstanding with Mr Undertough."
William's ears perked up.
"And that was?"
"He had a disagreement with one of the maids. He was unsatisfied with her service. Or more accurately: he was unsatisfied with her."
"The maid in question?"
"Miss Hannah, master William."
"Direct me to Mr Undertough, please."
"This way, sir."
Miss Emily guided William through the crowd. William looked down to see Miss Emily had tucked her cock behind her thighs, forming a tail-cock between her plump thighs. Its black cock-sock made it blend in with her stockings, but William's eyes had learned to spot the outlines only futanari had. He looked away before he grew too excited.
"The gentleman with the whiskey, master William. Currently laughing loudly."
"I see him. Thank you, Miss Emily. Please ensure Miss Hannah isn't shaken."
William finally discovered the source of the booming laugh that had been disturbing the entire party. Mr Undertough had a great beer-belly and used all of it as he bellowed more laughter into the air. William watched the women and men around him. They seemed tense. William guessed they were trying to stay on good terms with Mr Undertough. William had been warned he had a strong personality.
William saw a moment to insert himself into the conversation.
"Enjoying ourselves everyone?"
The group turned and felt instant relief. They looked to William as a saviour and promptly complimented him on his wonderful gathering. Anything to direct Mr Undertough's attention away from themselves.
"Quite, Mr Jewell. But that's your father, isn't it? Mr William fits the mould, no?" Mr Undertough said in a harsh tone.
"My father isn't greedy with the family name, Mr Undertough. Call me Mr Jewell. Now, when it comes to my father's greed for a good drink, I should not say that aloud."
The group laughed pleasantly, but Mr Undertough only smiled.
"Indeed. A shame he couldn't be here. Busy?"
William could see the group turning sour whenever Mr Undertough talked.
"He would say industrious."
"I'm sure he would. If only his industriousness would rub off on his new maids, huh?"
Instead of answering, William simply smiled and tilted his head at Mr Undertough.
"But there is only so much one can expect from a futa, isn't that right?" Mr Undertough added.
Before William could respond, the front doors opened to accept a late guest. William and his surrounding group all turned to look. William failed to recognize the woman as she strut into the room. From her height and stature he instantly guessed she was a futanari. William had been disappointed to see so few futanari on his guest-list. He moved towards her to greet her.
She had an undeniable swagger in her step. Her entire body swung with unspoken confidence. And her dress was equally evocative. All other guests had opted for conservative skin-covering suits and dresses. This mysterious visitor was the complete opposite.
Two thin strands of silk ran from her neck to each breast. The fabric grew thicker as it approached her abundant chest, but not enough to hide her dark areola. The glistening white gemstone dress came together over her belly button and then turned into a narrow loin-cloth. Her breasts were at least three times the size of her head and hung slightly to her sides. Black laced stilettos struggled with the carpet floor, but they appeared to have wider heels than normal. The woman's hair was a short black bush. A small bunch hung down the back of her neck. Her eyes looked dull and glazed over. If William's distaste for social gatherings could be turned into an expression -- this woman was wearing it.
William felt a fierce attraction to the woman's stance. Her presence dominated the room. A few wandering eyes looked over at William and waited.
"Mr William Jewell, my lady."
He held out his hand. Instead of presenting her own, the woman took it and gave it a firm shake.
"Mrs Deliah Rottah, good sir."
Deliah was standing only a step away from William. Thanks to the height difference, he was forced to crane his neck backwards to look up at her. Between her belly and her face, there was a dangerously deep valley of cleavage.
"Please, Mrs Rottah, will you join us?"
The woman nodded before shadowing William back to his circle. Mr Undertough looked disturbed.
"Mrs Deliah Rottah, everyone. What were we discussing before her arrival?"
Mr Undertough cleared his throat.
"The lacking qualities of your maids, William."
William felt the urge to kick Mr Undertough in the shins.
"Maybe it would be better to address our new guest? Mrs Rottah, what brings-"
"I think it's a matter of discipline." Mr Undertough cut William off.
"I've never seen so many maids with a lacking of-"
"I'm not much of a social person, Mr Jewell, but your family's craft is always of the highest quality. I decided a social gathering was the best chance to introduce myself. It would be rude not to introduce myself to a potential rival." Mrs Rottah silenced Mr Undertough.
"Agh! Mrs Rottah, you are also in the business of a craft? That would explain your -- amazing outfit."
Mrs Rottah smiled faintly. William tried his best to find a suitable adjective for her outrageous clothing.
"Exactly, Mr Jewell. I run the -"
"I find it quite rude to be interrupted without apology, William." Mr Undertough stated clearly.
William turned to face Mr Undertough who was now glaring at him.
"Mr Undertough?" William asked innocently. He was trying to give Mr Undertough a chance to change his wording. He didn't.
"I find it quite rude to be interrupted without apology, at a party you are hosting."
William looked at the floor and took a deep breathe. He wasn't supposed to say what he was about to say, but he felt he had read the room well. No one here would support Mr Undertough.
"And I find it quite rude when you insult my maids, Mr Undertough. My maids which -- from the very first day of their employment -- have ensured the greatest care of my new home."
"I don't-" Mr Undertough started.
"Your opinions are strong and decisive, Mr Undertough. However, I suspect no one actually asked you about the quality of my maids."
William turned to look at the group.
"Did they?"
The group held their breathe and said nothing.
Mr Undertough's left eye began to twitch.
"Foul words spread like a sickness, Mr Undertough. Please do not infect my guests with it. If you cannot keep your baseless opinions of my maids to yourself -- your name may mysteriously vanish from the guest list."
Mr Undertough looked furious and William was ready for him to erupt into anger. Instead, William felt Mrs Rottah step next to him. Mr Undertough cowered backwards slightly.
"Spare yourself the trouble, Mr Jewell. I shall remove myself from this pathetic excuse of a party."
William only felt relief when he heard the door close behind Mr Undertough. He turned to the remaining guests -- who looked like helpless survivors.
"Miss Emily! Refreshments for my guests here please."
William leaned close to them.
"Forgive my outburst. Please enjoy our selection of prawns. They were caught only this morning."
William needed a moment to recover. He made his way to a table and threw back a light drink. When he turned he found Mrs Rottah waiting behind him.
"Mrs Rottah. Apologises again for Mr Undertough."
"No need to apologize for him, Mr Jewell. Pardon my french, but he is quite an arse."
William laughed.
"That is -- my french is very rusty. I believe our conversation was interrupted. You were about to tell me about the business that you run?"
"Actually I came here to talk to you about an order you made. A -- custom order -- for some of your maids?"
It took a moment for William to realize she was talking about the extra-large cock-socks for Miss Clara.
"Oh! My private study is a pleasant place to talk. May I guide you there?"
William held out his arm for the giant woman. She rested her hand on the small of his back. One of her breasts pushed into his shoulder.
"Guide me, Mr Jewell."
>
Until now, William had been trying his best to ignore the thing between Mrs Rottah's legs. If he mentally registered that the 'thing' was a cock he would have stared. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the light-brown python swaying behind Mrs Rottah's loincloth. The cloth was only just wider than the thing it hid.
He was now confronted with the full mass of the 'thing.' Unlike his maids - who tucked their cocks into the folds of their dress -- Deliah presented her choking-hazard on full-display. As she sat down in a curved chair, she cradled her balls up onto her thighs and then let her shaft rest on top of them. Her loincloth looked like a camping tent trying to contain some huge serpent.
"Shall we redo our introductions, Mr Jewell?" She asked when relaxed.
"I think that would be best. I am son to the Jewell Collection, Mr William Jewell. Welcome to my home."
"A pleasure, Mr Jewell. I am Mrs Deliah Rottah, owner and keeper of the 'The Secret Silk' in the futanari district."
Mrs Rottah began to move herself, but then stopped. She looked at William in waiting.
William looked confused.
"Agh. Forgive me, Mr Jewell. Your servants are predominately futanari, so I suspected that you would -- never mind."
"Oh! Mrs Rottah, I am quite new to all of this, so please: if I have forgotten something tell me."
"There is a futanari greeting between a male and a futa. It would be suitable under the circumstances."
William kicked himself. Lady Dove had taught him this a week ago. It had completely slipped his mind.
"W-Well. I must confess, you would be the first futa I greet like that..."
"If you do not wish to-"
"N-no, no. Please. Allow me. I do not wish you to think I am a man like Mr Undertough."
William kneeled to one knee. His face came closer and closer to her presented cock until his lips touched it. Through the fabric, he could feel the heat radiating from her ungodly python. Could he hear her heartbeat through it? He pulled himself slowly away -- his face red.
"Mr Jewell, only a fool would compare you to Mr Undertough. You speak highly of your maids and are buying them clothes to suit their needs."
"I do what is best for us. F-for the family name."
"Good. As a futanari woman myself it brings me comfort to see your welcoming nature."
William bowed his head.
"And since I run a business that primarily caters to futanari, I thought a partnership would benefit us both."
"Please, go on."
"You strike me as a sharp man, Mr Jewell. You will learn -- or have already learned -- about the women that work under you. Our clothes enable us to work and display status with wealth. If you have need of clothing for your maids, I want to be the woman you order from."
"That is very generous."
"However, I would ask for something in return. There has been a changing wind recently, Mr Jewell. Fashion is shifting. I will not be left behind. I wish to adapt and change with the times. I need a place to test new fabrics, new clothes, new textures. These would be experimental outfits -- and I would want your maids to test them for me. That is my offer in simplicity."
William nodded his head and took a moment to think.
"Your clothes -- they are very -- I have never seen anything like them. Would my maid's outfits be similar?"
"I suspected you were being polite when you called my outfit amazing, Mr Jewell?"
"I was caught in the moment. Your -- your clothes leave very little to the imagination, Mrs Rottah."
"Do you prefer to imagine what my clothes conceal?"
"Y-you are teasing me?"
"Only a little. I would offer you choices, Mr Jewell. I can tailor my craft to your taste."
William smiled.
"I accept, Mrs Rottah. I will have a contract written for you within the week."
"My signature is yours, Mr Jewell."
William let out a small reluctant sigh.
"Am I keeping you from your party, Mr Jewell?"
"Quite the opposite. Please keep this a secret, Mrs Rottah, but parties are not my favourite. I only tell you that because I sense you are the same."
"Your senses are accute. Maybe my arrival was a blessing then?"
"I think you made two women faint back there."
"I saw three males lose balance as well."
The two laughed together.
"If you own a dress that can knock-out an entire hall, then please wear it next time. You will be my guest of honour."
They both stood up together.
"I accept the challenge."
William hesitated before dropping to his knee to kiss Deliah's cock again. He had more confidence for his second try.
"Mr Jewell? You only need to kneel for a greeting kiss. Although a departing peck is always appreciated."
William's entire face went red.
"How adorable." Mrs Rottah moved to exit the room.
"If our partnership works well, I may even add you to my harem."
The door closed leaving William alone.
"W-what was that n-now?"
>
William felt like he had uncovered a whole new world. Between parties and lessons, he was constantly sneaking glances at the futanari books Lady Dove had sent him. Some were epics about Amazonian futanari and their 'conquering cocks.' Other's included illustrations of some of the greatest futanari to live. William was constantly surprised by how explicit the literature was. Entire chapters were dedicated to detailing how futanari pleasured their partners.
One thing became crystal clear to William: a futanari's needs were to be taken very seriously. Tales of futanari who abstained from sex shocked him. He imagined his lovely maids in the same scenario. Miss Emily forbidden from touching herself? Miss Clara locked away in chastity? He vowed to protect his maids from such horrible circumstances.
William's body started to feel hot, but not from an illness. It radiated outward from his core. The evocative illustrations of futanari orgies made his cock rock hard. That night he spent hours touching himself, but couldn't bring himself to ejaculate. Even the sweet scent of Miss Emily's cock sock wasn't enough. He nearly passed out with the book on his bed and his hand still wrapped around his unspent dick.
Pent up and unable to cum, William would walk the corridors of his home at nightfall. Nearly all the maids were in their private quarters at this time. Restless, William hoped walking would ease his insomnia. He dreaded encountering a maid at this hour -- as they would ignite a forbidden desire in his heart.
It was a still spring night; quiet and peaceful. There was only the sound of wind rustling past the building. William passed a small storage room and a new sound could be heard. A low rhythmic thumping. The door was slightly ajar and candle-light flickered within. William moved to investigate when his eyes caught the silhouette of a woman through the crack of the door. He froze and held his breath.
"Oh Goddess."
Miss Beatrice was easy to identify thanks to two defining traits. The first was that she talked to herself more often than most. William found it charming in a strange way. Miss Beatrice was one of his favourites. However, the Miss Beatrice he saw during the day was different from the one he saw now.
Within the small storage room were racks with boxes, jars, and old paintings stacked high. Miss Beatrice had just finished placing a final box when she turned around.
"Dear me, that took far too long."
Miss Beatrice bumped against some of the shelves.
"Oh, dammit. You silly things. I'm going to empty you soon, I promise."
William was going to excuse himself when she started to lift up her skirt -- revealing her second defining trait. It took all of William's willpower not to gasp in shock. William was aware that Miss Beatrice had ordered a custom ball-bra recently -- Mrs Rottah insisted on informing him of all his purchases -- but he hadn't seen it in person. Usually William could only see the implication of Miss Beatrice's gargantuan nutsack. This was the first time he saw the massive rotund balls that the ball bra supported.
Even with the custom-crafted undergarment, her balls swung like two huge meaty pendulums. There was only so much a ball-bra could do with nuts so big. Big and full. William's limited view didn't stop him from seeing how plump with cum Miss Beatrice's globes were. They looked ready to burst.
"Goddess you test me. I don't think I'm going to make it to my quarters. I must make do."
William didn't want to stare. He told himself he wasn't a peeping-tom. But his feet were planted like roots in the earth. His eyes magnetically drawn to the lewd scene evolving in front of him.
Miss Beatrice started to pulling some strings behind her back. The woman look tired, but her cheeks were turning red with anticipation. The thrill of touching herself in the storage -- only a few rooms away from master William's bedroom -- filled her with zeal.
William was wondering how small Miss Beatrice's cock was. Her skirt was short and had no way of hiding a large cock. Lady Dove had taught William futanari with smaller cocks were rare, but still existed. When Miss Beatrice opened up her dress from the front, William's mind went wild. She wasn't small. It was a deception. Instead of allowing her cock to swing around all day, Miss Beatrice preferred to keep her ladydick in a more dependable place: between her breasts.
'Every single time we have talked -- every single time I've seen her hard at work -- she had her cock wedged between her breasts?'
William was dumbfounded. As Miss Beatrice released her extended cock, it slumped down into a half-erect arc. Now it all made sense. Why didn't Miss Beatrice order a cock-sock? Because she had a much better place to put her massive dick. The way her breasts naturally parted down the centre told William she had been doing this for a long time. Wet perspiration ran up her cleavage. Droplets of sweat glistened where her throbbing-hot cock rested between her parted breasts.
Unconsciously, William had reached down into his night-wear and was touching his growing cock. Miss Beatrice's dick was stunning; beautifully curved and deliciously thick. Predominant veins popped along the shaft. As it thickened near the base, a generous amount of skin fell down to her colossal nuts. Each one of them could fit inside a stewing kettle. William swallowed -- his mouth wet and filling with spit.
"Master William is sleeping sound, so we better not make too much noise."
Miss Beatrice's entire body bounced upward as she grabbed her shaft with one hand. The other hand rested on top and squeezed. Even with both hands she couldn't fully wrap around her girth.
"But, I must confess: the idea of getting caught by him -- my cock rock hard in front of his pretty little face -- it does excite me. What a naughty maid I am."
'S-She wants me to find her like this?'
"He is such a gentleman, but he tortures me so. With his cute lips, his lush hair, and that firm rear."
Miss Beatrice closed her eyes and began to thrust up into her hands. She used the entire strength of her hips to buck up, sending her nuts swinging back and forth.
"Naughty master. Naughty William."
'Oh, I shouldn't be listening to this.'
"Why do you make it so easy to cum? I want to savour dreaming about you. Naughty boy."
'T-that's -- no -- that's not - "
"You do it on purpose, don't you master William? Oh, Goddess! What am I saying? If the young master heard me now."
'I don't-'
"Would he punish me? Would he make me jerk my long girlcock until I spent all my cum for him. What a naughty master he could be. Hmm!"
William's tongue was sticking out as he was hypnotised by Miss Beatrice's swaying nuts. The two great throbbing cum-tanks swung like a metronome -- perfectly in time with Miss Beatrice's hushed moaning.
"You lewd man! You lewd master!"
She began to increase her pace. William was horrified by just how strong she could thrust her cock upward. It felt like she had some hidden power just for pumping her cock into a needy hole. If she had been wearing a cock-sock it surely would have split in two by now.
'I want to be that hole. P-please.' William confessed to himself.
"T-take it all. Master William! Accept my punishment! Please! Argh! Ooorough! William!"
Miss Beatrice turned and directed her cock into a waiting jar as her cock erupted violently. Her nuts churned and her thick sticky seed began to push up her shaft. William watched in awe as he could see her seed making its way up her cock. When it reached her sticky tip, it burst out into the jar.
'N-no. M-mine.' William whimpered.
"M-master... Oh, master William..."
William had quietly fallen to his knees. His body was shaking and he could feel his own sticky cum on his hands. He had no idea when he had cum, but his body was recoiling from pleasure. Compared to his seed, Miss Beatrice's was a dense white viscous nut -- thicker than William's morning porridge. It oozed from her tip and slopped into the jar.
Footsteps from around the corner grew louder. William came to his senses and rushed behind a large plant vase. Miss Emily turned the corner just as he crouched down. She knocked on the door and called out.
"Miss Beatrice? How are the shelves."
"Oh! J-just fine, Emily. I just had to -- take a moment for myself."
"May I enter."
"Is master William with you?"
"No, Beatrice."
"Go on then."
"My Goddess! You really should save this for your private quarters." Miss Emily exclaimed.
"I was caught short, dear. Please, help me with this dress."
Miss Emily sighed. A few moments later the pair exited the room.
"W-what about the jar of -"
"I will have someone remove it in the morning. We need a hand downstairs."
"Miss Mabel?"
"She is rather demanding, yes."
"Silly girl. She will need to learn..."
The two voices faded down the corridor. William peered from behind the plant pot. He was alone again.
"Far too close. If I had been caught, I..."
William began to imagine his punishment, but Miss Beatrice's calls for 'punishment' filled his mind instead. As he was turning to make a retreat to his bedroom a lewd idea spoke in his mind.
'The jar filled with her cum is still in there.'
William swallowed. He didn't even consider leaving. Entering silently, he closed the storage room door behind him. There it was. Bottom shelf. Freshly filled. A small drop on the rim of the glass.
"J-just -- just one, look."
The jar was a deep storage one, designed to hold goods for months. William tried to lift it. It didn't move an inch. It had been empty, but after one cumshot Miss Beatrice had...
"J-just -- one -- sniff."
The scent was a sweet burn. The hairs in William's nose tingled. The air running along his tongue was salty. A dominating earthy aroma -- pungent yet inviting -- like a strong taste that called you back for a second try.
"J-just one -- taste."
William ran his finger across the open rim. A thick glob of cum stuck to his index finger and he raised it to his lip.
>
When Miss Emily and Miss Beatrice were out of ear-shot, they ended their fake conversation.
"You are certain he was watching?" Miss Emily asked.
"I heard him drop to his knees. What a curious master we have."
"Continue playing ignorant, Miss Beatrice."
"Ignorant? Me?" she playfully teased.
Miss Emily closed her eyes and smiled.
"B-but shouldn't we remove the jar before morning?" Miss Beatrice asked.
"I have a sneaking suspicion that jar will be empty within the hour."
Miss Beatrice bounced along the corridor in glee.
>
Miss Emily immediately noticed William's state the next morning and called for a doctor. William insisted he was perfectly fine, but Miss Emily wasn't taking the risk. In reality, she knew perfectly what was happening to him. But a doctor would do a much better job of explaining it. Specifically: a futanari doctor.
"Any nausea at all?"
"I've been a little light headed occasionally, but I thought that was just the city-air."
Doctor Ossmet was extremely thorough in her examination. Despite being constantly surrounded by large futanari maids, William still wasn't used to having a beautiful woman tend to him in his bed.
Miss Emily had taken Doctor Ossmet to the side before she inspected William. The two talked in secret and met an agreement. Doctor Ossmet understood the nature of the futanari maids and their young master.
"And you understand the nature of being surrounded by futanari, Mr Jewell?"
"I- um. I thought I did, but now I'm uncertain."
"That's alright. It's not something many people are taught. Well, shall I say it directly or around-the-way?"
"Directly, please."
"Consuming futanari cum has many effects on the male body. One effect results in your body producing pheromones. You are familiar with pheromones, yes?"
"Y-Yes." William didn't even try to deny the implication of drinking futanari cum.
"Well, since you are frequently around futanari, your body is producing specific pheromones. This would explain the fever, but lack of other symptoms. How many futanari are in your staff, exactly?"
"Ah, well. All of them. So twenty."
"That's what I was suspecting. This may seem like a foolish question -- considering your staff are majority futanari -- but do you find futanari -- ah -- distasteful, Mr Jewell?"
"C-certainly not!" William was surprised by his own conviction.
"Very good, Mr Jewell. I didn't mean to provoke you. Some people are not very receptive to the third sex. I am glad you are not one of them. That will make this easier to explain."
William relaxed in his bed.
"Your body is essentially 'going into heat.' You are familiar with the term, from other mammals?"
"Y-Yes."
"Your body is responding to the abundant number of futanari around you. Eventually their bodies will also start to produce pheromones to respond to yours. And well, their needs will increase."
"I-increase?"
"Yes."
"And that's because of me?"
"W-well, not exactly. It -- it takes two to dance as one. You are responding to them. They are responding to you."
"Is there a way to-"
"Stop it? Sadly no. This is a natural response and the demand to stop it is low. I assure you the fever will fade with time. Your body is just going through some small changes."
"I-I see."
"This is good news, Mr Jewell. You are far from sick. In fact, I would say this is a sign of vigour and health."
"R-Right."
Doctor Ossmet began to collect her things.
"U-um. Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"Could you keep this from my maid please?"
"Your diagnosis?"
"N-no, the part about -- consuming fluids."
The Doctor pretended to be surprised, but Miss Emily had prepared her correctly
"Doctor-Patient confidentially demands I respect your choice, Mr Jewell. But I will tell you this: most futanari are familiar with these symptoms of yours."
"I see. Thank you, Doctor."
"Call me if any drastic changes occur."
Miss Emily demanded that William spend the rest of day in bed being tended to. He protested, but Miss Emily's stare defeated him. As she left his bedroom, she made her way to the storage room. On the bottom shelf sat an empty jar. Miss Emily inspected it closely. Marks left behind indicated someone had licked the glass clean. Miss Emily smiled and left the jar undisturbed.
>
William was ashamed with himself. Not a single reasonable thought had entered his mind after seeing Miss Beatrice masturbate. And what he had done with that jar afterwards -- it was far from gentlemanly. He had become savage. One taste had become another. A drop on his finger became a thicker drop on two. Eventually he stopped eating from his fingers and started drinking the cum straight out of the jar. He had buried his entire head into the thing just to lick it clean. A pig slobbering over a trough had more grace than William that night.
But the raw exhilaration he had felt. The moreish taste of freshly pumped futanari cum was totally addicting. Every ounce of shame he felt was outweighed by pure lust. For the first time in a week, William had been able to cum thanks to peeping on Miss Beatrice. He could hardly bring himself to look directly into her eyes when they next met -- which only made Miss Beatrice even happier.
A growing sense of guilt plagued the young master. He now believed his own body; his own pheromones were inflicting more needs onto his lovely maids. In truth, Doctor Ossmet had embellished the effects of male pheromones. They actually had little effect on futanari. Instead they simply told a futa which males were sexually interested in the third sex. Of course, master William didn't need to know that. He just needed to be given an excuse to get closer to his longing maids.
William instantly noticed the changes in their behaviour. In truth, Miss Emily had told the maids to act as if their master William had an arousing aura around him.
"Good morning, master William. If I may say: you look rather dashing today."
"Thank you so much for your time, young master. I look forward to our next chance meeting."
"Does the master wish for me to walk with him through the gardens?"
The flirtatious assault was overwhelming the poor lad. He prayed his breakfast with Miss Clara would offer a reprieve, but he was not so lucky. When William entered the dinning hall, nearly the entire staff was standing along the table. Each side was flanked by rows of waiting ladies.
"My apologies, master William. All of the staff have been deadly worried over your health. If you wish, I can order them to leave and you may have breakfast alone."
"N-no, not at all Miss Clara. That won't be required. I am blessed to have such a caring staff. Everyone, please, take a seat."
The maids that weren't in the dinning room brought breakfast for all and then joined in. The entire dinning table was filled as William looked down to his surprise guests. Miss Emily sat next to him and raised a small glass of orange juice to him. He raised his own and smiled. Miss Clara sat opposite her and made sure William's plate was full. Down the table, William saw Miss Beatrice talking to another maid and laughing gently. William's eyes fell down and he glanced between Miss Beatrice's exposed bosom. He flinched when he saw the tip of her cock only just poking out of her cleavage.
'E-Even now? She has her cock between her..."
William's wandering eyes inspected the rest of his maids. Miss Beatrice wasn't the only one who stored her girlcock like that. Now that William knew where to look, he spotted at least four others with their tips squeezed between their breasts. He returned to his breakfast and tried to focus on eating.
It felt nice to eat with numerous company for a change. His concerns were lost between the gossip and nibbles. When everyone was done, he thanked them for a lovely meal. All as one they responded.
"Thank you, master William."
A warm tickle ran up William's spine. Something about the way they said his name made him shiver. He would have picked up a glass to make a toast, but all eyes were already on him.
The futanari tried their best to conceal their predatory desires. In less than a month, they had smoothly worked their way into William's life and taken over his daily habits. Certainly, his mother made requests about his education and asked him to organize social gatherings, but the rest? The rest was in their more than capable hands. They all looked at William like an adorable little mouse strutting around the lion's den. The lioness' den. And there were plenty of lionesses, but only one mouse.
At any moment, they could have pinned him down and fought for his holes. Turned him into a cum-stuffed fuck-toy. But William was different. They didn't want to make the first move. There was something so sweet about having a male come crawling -- begging for a taste of girlcock. Every single one of the maids had the patience to wait for that moment to arrive.
The concentrated futanari pheromones that now filled the dinning hall had been seeping into William's body for a while now. While the maids could force themselves to wait, their bodies had no such self-control. If William had asked them all to stand up, he would have seen an array of girlcocks slam down onto the dinning table. The sight alone would have turned his legs to jelly.
"It has only been a few weeks, but I can already say I am proud to have you all among my staff. Each one of you has proven to be dedicated to my home and my family. I look forward to your continued service."
William felt a rush of confidence -- clueless that the futanari pheromones were moulding his mind.
"I still have a great deal to learn about futanari and your culture. My only hope is that I can make my home a place where you all feel welcome and appreciated. Miss Emily has done a wonderful job as our head maid, but I would like to make a small change."
Even Miss Emily was surprised by this.
"If any of you wish to discuss changes with me, there is no need to speak with Miss Emily first. My quarters are open to you all. I hope you will all speak freely with me as I speak freely with you."
Miss Clara looked at Miss Emily and raised her eyebrows twice. They both knew what 'speaking freely' would turn into -- given enough time.
"And with that I shall conclude this lovely breakfast morning, thank you all."
Miss Emily spoke up at the end.
"Master William, I believe you have a lesson with Lady Dove in five minutes."
William rushed out of the room, leaving all the maids giggling and waving him away. The maid who closed the door behind William made a signal to Miss Emily. William was out of ear-shot. Miss Emily stood where William had stood and cleared her throat.
"Ladies. After a brief meeting with Doctor Ossmet, I have learned some information I believe should be shared."
The maids all went quiet.
"Doctor Ossmet has concluded that the young master's body is extremely susceptible to futanari pheromones and seed. The changes in his behaviour we are seeing are a result of that hypersensitivity. She believes he is already smitten with the taste of ladycum -- from only his first taste."
The maids whispered excitedly.
"Thanks to this revelation and the -- hard -- work of Miss Beatrice, I am officially moving us ahead of schedule. You are no longer restricted to masturbating in your quarters. Should the young master discover you and invite himself to tend to your needs, you are allowed to encourage him. His boy-hole however, remains prohibited. When the time comes, we will all decide who mounts him."
Miss Emily raised an empty glass.
"To the young master William."
The maids all grinned at each other as their raised their own glasses.
"To the young master William."
"Now get back to work and hide those erections, you sluts."