CHAD COMES HOME, Part 2 By Elrohir, elrohir57@gmail.com His new life in a house full of dominant women. "Nooooo!" Chad groaned when he saw that his new caregiver was Nurse Betty, the voluptuous little blonde woman who had used and abused him in the hospital. She had both rocked and ruined his world. She had thrilled, terrified, and humiliated him more than once in the three weeks he'd been there. He had sincerely hoped never to see her again. She was a little heavier than when last they'd met, her face a little more round, and he'd never thought it possible but her humongous breasts seemed to have gotten even bigger. "Hmph!" she sniffed, "You'd think you would be happier to see the mother of your child!" "Well, I have to admit I was a little pleased to see Stell"" WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT?" She patted her belly. "You've got a bun in me oven, bucko! That's why I've come here to stay for a while, so I can take care of you ... and me. Now, let's get to work getting those casts off." He noticed for the first time that she was holding a small electric rotary saw. Stella came in and cradled him in her arms, lifting him as if he weighed nothing at all, and carried him to the tiled bathroom down the hall. She gently lowered him onto a wooden chair placed in the middle of the floor for him. Betty plugged in and fired up the saw, the blade of which was not sharp""it was more of a thick, serrated metal disc. In less than two minutes Chad's casts were cut in half lengthwise and removed. Stella again picked him up and carried him back to the bed, then returned to the bathroom to sweep up the debris. Betty gently massaged Chad's arms and legs, slowly bending the joints to free them up again. "There now, bucko, we'll have you stretching and lifting weights in no time!" It felt so good to have the casts off, but Chad's mind was reeling because in two days he'd learned that he was going to be the father of two children by two different women, both whom had used him, abused him, and apparently conspired to take his seed from him. After some rumination, he eventually decided to put the future out of mind while he concentrated on the present and his own recovery. Over the coming days Chad would benefit from baths in the jetted garden tub, gentle physical therapy from Nurse Betty, and, finally, regular light workouts in Shayna's weight room. When Betty came to his room to give him his last physical therapy massage, Chad was feeling better than he had for weeks. He barely noticed her manipulations of his arm and leg joints, but Betty suddenly began manipulating one particular "joint" that startled Chad and scared him shitless. "Hey!" he cried as he crept backward on the bed away from her. "Don't do that! Not ever again!" He knew now he definitely didn't want to see her ever again. Enough was enough. She might be a woman, but he was a LOT bigger than she was, and he was going to put up a fight before he ever let HER touch him again. "Now Chaddy," she said sweetly, "You know the house rules. I've been pretty lenient not making you call me 'Mistress Betty', but you're still going to do what I say, and what I want you to do, when I want you to do it." "No! You can't make me!" he cried, like a petulant child. He jumped up and leaped toward the door. Betty just glided backwards and caught him as he tried to push his way past her; she jabbed two fingers into the base of his throat just above his sternum. Chad made an "URK!" sound and froze, gagging. She caught his hand, expertly placing him in a painful wristlock. "OW! OW! OW!" he screamed as she forced him to his knees, still compressing the joint so grotesquely that Chad thought his hand was going to break off. "Tsk tsk", Betty clucked. "You may be bigger than I am, baby, but I happen to be a sensei of Aikido. That and my medical knowledge kind of trumps your size advantage right now, doesn't it?" "AAAAGH!" he screamed. "YES! YES! Let me go, and I'll do anything, PLEASE!" She eased up but did not release the wristlock. She slipped off her scrub pants and stepped out of them. "That's better, baby. Since you're down there, you might as well make yourself useful." She used her free hand to grab the back of his head and pull his face into her honeypot. "You know what to do, baby." She finally released him after her second orgasm, saying sweetly, "Thanks, love! We'll have to do this again, soon." She scooped up her scrub bottoms and flitted out of the room, humming contentedly. Chad just sat there on the floor, rubbing his painful wrist until the circulation returned ... . It was after one of his workout sessions that he met Shayna's workout partner, Sylvia. Where Shayna was curvy and just a little more muscular than the average fitness model, Sylvia was all bodybuilder. She was tall and rock hard everywhere with mounds of deep-veined muscle, little in the way of boobs but with huge, hard pecs, hard just like the rest of her body. Chad had previously seen the incredible amounts of weight left on some of the barbells in the room, and now he knew who had been lifting them. She dwarfed him in every way possible. "H-hi, I'm, uh, Chad" he said rather timidly. "Oh, I know who you are, Chad. I've heard so much about you!" she said in a light friendly way, but at the same time she was looking at him appraisingly, rather like a cattleman sizing up a prize bull ... or cow. She reached out and grabbed his bicep, squeezing slightly, causing Chad to wince. His muscle tone had improved considerably since he was able to begin working out, but her iron grip made it clear that she could snap his arm like a twig. "Hmm ... not very muscular, but a nice body, nevertheless. You'll do!" she smiled. "There's usually only one particular muscle Shayna's interested in, anyway!" she winked. "Let's check you out, eh?" She moved to stand beside him and grabbed him to her right side, pinning his arms, and lifted him up till his feet were just off the floor. She reached her left hand through the leg of his running shorts and began massaging his cock. "HEY! What're you"""he gasped. "Ohhhh ... !" "Shhh!" she whispered. "Don't make Auntie Sylvia hurt you ... . Just get hard, little man, so I can see the goods. Shayna won't mind. Her jealous act before was all part of your training." He had no choice. When they'd met, Shayna's beauty and muscular power had awed and overwhelmed him, and Sylvia had all of that in spades. She had Chad's little man thick and hard in seconds. She licked her lips, obviously impressed as she felt its length and girth. "I'll have to sample that another time, perhaps." She released his member and carried him, still pinned against her side, over to a cabinet on the wall and removed something from it, but he could not see what it was. Then she carried him over to the head end of a weight bench that had a barbell with about 350 pounds of weights on it. She set Chad down on his feet and moved behind him. She pushed him up against the barbell and tore his t-shirt in half, removing it, and then bent him over the bar bell so that he was looking down at the bench. Chad knew better than to resist, but he didn't like the way this was going. He started to straighten up, but with the slightest push of her massive arm he was bent over again. She reached under the barbell and grabbed his right wrist, then pulled it back and tied it to the barbell with one half of the t-shirt, then pulled back the left wrist and did the same with the other half. She pulled his shorts down and let them fall around his ankles. Chad shuddered. "Oh, no, no, no ... " he groaned to himself. "Nice tush!" she said, smacking him hard on the ass, making Chad jump. "Shayna never said much about that or that big thing living in your shorts. Maybe she really DID want to keep you for herself, after all ... but too late for that, eh, Chad?" Bent over the way he was, he could not see her don the smooth plastic strap-on dildo she'd pulled out of the drawer, but he sensed SOMETHING was coming. Suddenly, however, she reached under his butt and tickled his balls, then began massaging his love meat again until it was ready for action. It was incredible! She really knew what she was doing ... it felt so good he almost forgot about what might be about to happen. Soon his pre-cum began to flow, and she stopped massaging and collected as much of the slippery clear liquid as she could in her hand, then rubbed the head of the dildo with her palm, lubing it with the pre-cum. "That will probably be enough," she mused, "at least for me, anyway!" Slowly she pushed the dildo into Chad's ass all the way to the hilt. He had the immediate feeling he was going to defecate, but it passed as he became acclimated to the fullness he was feeling. It must have been a smaller one for beginners, he thought, because he was quickly adjusting to the sensation as she slowly moved the fake cock in and out, filling him up, a little ball on the back of the dildo stimulating Sylvia's REAL she-cock with every stroke. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself into him faster and harder, bending him almost double; Chad found himself staring into the one eye of his own little monster, which was rock hard and again oozing pre-cum. He tried to hold himself off, but Sylvia was thrusting harder and faster than he'd thought possible. He could feel her steel abs contracting against his backside with every stroke. It was causing him to feel something he'd never felt before: his prostate was being vigorously stimulated, perhaps overstimulated. It was almost like a clinical "milking of the prostate", overwhelming his ability to resist coming; he lasted perhaps a minute before the stimulation caused him to tremble with an orgasm that forced his member to explode involuntarily, blasting his entire load of cum into his face. Sylvia kept going for another six or seven minutes at full tilt, making Chad grunt with each powerful stroke of her plastic piston. Finally she bellowed "YEAH! YEAH! YEAHHHH!" and shook with contractions, clenching her hands on Chad's arms as she arched her back in one last mighty thrust which caused his body to jump. As the intense orgasm passed, she fell forward, some 200 pounds of solid muscle resting on his back, making him feel like the barbell might cut him in two at the waist. He found it hard to breathe, much less scream, so he was just lucky that she finally recovered, pulled out, and stood up just as he began feeling his consciousness fade. "Damn, that was good!" she exclaimed. "I need a shower, after all that. "She smacked his ass again, and said "Mm mm good!" as she walked off and disappeared into the little Jacuzzi/sauna room. Chad was exhausted, his face sticky with cum and his body covered in sweat, both his and Sylvia's. He struggled against his restraints, but was not making much headway because the t-shirt material was wet with sweat and hard to manipulate, so he gave up after about 15 minutes and closed his eyes, asleep on his feet. A few minutes later he was awakened by a loud WHACK! when Sylvia smacked his buttocks yet again and cried "Damn, I love that ass!" Seeing that he was still tied to the barbell, she easily ripped apart the material of the restraints to free him, then smacked him on the ass again, exclaimed "Damn!" and headed upstairs. Chad pulled up his shorts, threw the remnants of his t-shirt in the trash, and slowly made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He showered for a long time but just couldn't seem to get clean. Finally he curled up on the bed and switched on the TV but didn't really watch it. He remained there the rest of the night, contemplating that this was his life now: He was a mere plaything for any woman who came into this house. When he finally fell asleep, he again dreamed of being thrown around by a small girl toddler bearing his name. She seemed freakishly strong for her tiny size, somehow, and she laughed as she put him in an arm lock and duck-walked him around the house ... . When Chad didn't come down for dinner, Nurse Betty expressed some concern, but Sylvia said not to worry, it was her fault. The girls chuckled. "Did you break him?" asked Shayna in mock horror. Sylvia grinned sheepishly. "I probably did wear him out a bit. I don't think he was quite prepared for it." Knowing Sylvia's favorite way to relieve stress, they all laughed again while Sylvia's face turned red. "I'm sorry, I may have gotten a little carried away." There were more chuckles, followed by the clink of wine glasses. "To Chad" toasted Shayna. "He's such a little trouper!" "Hear hear!" chimed Nurse Betty. "He's going to be the best househusband and 'manny' we've had yet! ... If we don't kill him first."