The House Femboy: Bathroom Invader

Note: Thank you to all the readers who commented and messaged me about their enthusiasm about Part 2 of this tale! Having fans of my work is new to me. I am a published author with a book, "Sympathy For The Savage," but it never got enough attention to warrant having genuine fans. So this is very exciting to me!

I am writing these parts so that you can jump in anywhere and still enjoy the story. Each part will have a sufficient recap of the previous parts so if you want to understand the story but don't want to go and read Part 1 you will understand.

Recap: Calix, a 19-year-old femboy who posts nudes online for cash, is offered to live in a giant mansion with twenty middle class denizens who all love him by a man named Daniel in exchange for his company and his body. Feeling sad and dark about his old life, Calix accepts easily and moves in quickly. He meets Daniel, Meli, Johnson., Court, Alexi, and Jan. The story ends with Daniel taking Calix's virginity by bringing him to orgasm by stroking his dick and fingering his ass. Calix falls asleep and dreams of the life he has found himself in.

The House Femboy: Bathroom Fun

I wake up to the sound of busy bodies clamoring through the hallways of my new home. I wonder what everyone is in such a rush about. I guess they all have jobs and places to go. I used to have a job too. Daniel told me that he and his crew were taking care of the remnants of my old life. That they would take care of my lease on my now old apartment and deal with my job at the smoothie bar. I suppose with their collective money they must have a lot of power to be able to bend the system like that. A part of me felt bad that they now had to deal with my issues, but I reminded myself that this was just part of the deal. I am supposed to have no worries at all and just live a happy life filled with company, sex, luxuries, and food. The more I woke up the more I questioned the authenticity of my own memory. Did this really all happen? Am I really waking up in a giant mansion filled with 20 people that all want to have their way with me? And did I really agree to all of this? The situation seems almost impossible, but yet very logical.

The 20 members of the household are all members of the middle class, Daniel told me. And they came together as a polyamorous group in order to form a house that is able to live like the rich. It all seems so reasonable, but it's hard to believe that many people were able to cooperate and actually do it. And now I, a poor 19-year femboy, have been invited to with them rent free?

A glowing confirmation of everything came with a knock on the wooden carved door. "Hello, Mr. Calix. This is the maid. May I come in?" A woman's voice rang.

I looked below the covers of my blankets and realized that I was wearing pajamas. I don't remember putting any clothes on after Daniel fingered me. Someone must have clothed me in my sleep. At least that meant I wasn't naked for the maid coming in. "Um, yes," I said.

"Right-oh," she said and came busting inside with a myriad of clothes hanging off a metal clothes rack. There were so many different colors in the pastel shade hanging from the rod. She must be bringing them in for me. "Master Calix, these are some new apparels for you. Master Daniel would like you to pick an outfit you like from this selection when you are ready. And then you are instructed to come downstairs for breakfast. Do not worry about being hasty. The food will be kept warm for you. Master Daniel requested today off in order to show you around the home today. Doesn't that sound splendid, Master Calix?"

"You can just call me Calix," I replied sheepishly holding onto my shoulder. "Or Cal for short."

"Will do, Calix. Will do. I will be leaving you now so you can pick out your clothes. When you are done picking you can head down the hall to get to the bathroom. There you can take a shower and tidy yourself up. Does this sound all good and well, Calix?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She gave a small chuckle. "Oh, what a polite boy Master Daniel has picked. You are adorable," she poked my nose before she left, leaving the coat rack. Taking a moment to breathe everything in, I jumped out of the giant bed and started perusing the clothes. Amongst the options were many pink, light-blue, white, and purple shirts all made out of very soft textures. There were also knee-high socks, thigh-highs, garters, panties, arm-warmers, skirts, and pants.

I opened the door to the hallway. Outside was the Indian woman I met last night, Meli.

"Oh, hello Callie!" She said with delight. She was dressed in a light-pink sweater, a light purple scarf, big black boots, and blue jeans.

"Hi," I said hoping she would touch me.

"So, Daniel is going to be showing you around today, is that right?"

"It is," I said quietly.

"You're going to love living here. We have everything you could ever want or need. We have the garden that surrounds the mansion, all the food you could ever want, a pool, a hot-tub, pets, nice furniture, nice clothes, giant baths, a game room, all the consoles with all the newest games, a stuffed-animal room, and so much more. You will practically never even need to leave the house!" Her tone was fluttery and high-spirited.

"That all sounds like fun."

And then it happened. She pressed her hand on my fluffy head. "You are so adorable!" She screamed and petted my head. "I can't wait to get to know you better. Unfortunately, I have to go to work, but hopefully tonight I'll get to see you, little caramel cream-puff."

I cherished the head rubbing while it lasted before she drifted off. "Thank you," I whispered before heading into the bathroom. Inside was huge. There was a giant bowel shaped bath, a separate shower room, 4 sinks, a pink toilet with many conditioners and make-up supplies, and best of all it was all clean! Closing the door, I removed my pink pajamas leaving me naked. I looked into the wide mirror and saw my tight little tummy, my puffy nipples, my dark-green eyes, and my giant thighs. I couldn't help but think I looked different than I had before.

Putting my vanity aside, I got into the giant tub and turned on the water. It was warm and soothing as it filled the container. Feeling a little playful, I got one of the tubes of soap and made a bubble bath. Soon the whole bathtub was filled with pink bubbles. Some even got into the white-tile floor.

I made sure to wash my hair first so the conditioner could settle in while I washed my body. I put my fingers in my butt and felt the small gape Daniel had left last night. It kinda' felt like his fingers were still in there.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Alexi, the European man, came right in. I got scared before I realized it was him and covered myself with bubbles.

"Don't be scared, little sunflower. It's just me." His vague accent soothed me.

"Hi," I said.

"You are taking a bath?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Good, good," he said while looking around. "That way you'll smell fresh and shiny."

"Yep. That's the idea."

He smiled and got closer. "Are you looking forward to your big day? Getting to know your environment can be scary, but also very exciting."

"I am."

He removed his shirt all of a sudden. He was built really well. Not super muscly but toned. "Do you mind if I---?"

I wondered why he was even asking. I pretty much accepted when I decided to live here that they can do what they want because they're giving me so much. "Not at all," I said. He fully removed his shirt.

"So, Calix. You told us about your former life circumstances last night, but I would like to know more about you," He leaned on the tub's rim.

"I'm an open book."

"That's what I like to hear. So, bit of a weird question. What's your ancestry?"

"My ancestry?" I asked.

"Yes, like where do you come from? Like me for example, I am from Russia but my parents are from Germany."

That explains why I couldn't tell his accent ethnicity. He has a mix between a Russian accent and a German one! Of course.

"Well, I was born here in Houston. But my grandpa and grandma on both sides came from Mexico. So, I guess that means I'm Mexican-American. But I never really resonated with my Mexican heritage 'cause I was born here. I've always just thought of myself as pure American and nothing else."

"That's good. That's very good, Calix. One should feel resonance with their country of birth I feel."

"Well, I don't really feel like one should. It's just that I do."

He stared at me for a second silently. "An opinionated one, eh? I like this. Very good."

I felt stunned. I don't know what I said that he thought was opinionated. "Thanks, I guess."

He leaned over the rim right of the tub and looked at me right in the face. "May I step in?"

"To take a bath with me?" I asked.

"I'll take that as a yes." Alexi removed the remainder of his clothes and became completely naked. His cock was a lot bigger than mine.

I gave him a nod of confirmation and he stepped into the other side of the bubbly tub. "You like the water hot, don't you?" He laughed.

"Yeah. It helps me relax."

"I personally like it a little cooler, but this will do. Now, Calix-boi. Do as I say."

"Okay," I complied.

"Come and sit between my legs so I can hold you." I did as he asked and swaddled over to him and then faced away. It was like sitting on his lap. I could feel his dick bouncing against my back.

"So, tell me again? What made you decide to stay here so quickly?" He started rubbing my shoulders with the warm and soapy water. It felt really good and it put into a calm state of mind.

"Well, last night when I met all of you y'all started touching me. When you did, it felt warm and comforting. It's been a long time since I felt that way, and it's never been in such large amounts. Six people petting, cuddling, and taking care of me made me so happy. I thought about my life and how miserable it is, and compared to the feeling of affection and it all became so clear. I don't believe in destiny, but if there was such a thing, I think I am living in its revelry. In the back of my mind since before I can remember I always wanted to be the one who is taken care of. And it's not because I'm lazy, but it's just that I feel I can do better for the world if I was making someone else feel good, y'know?" I looked up at Alexi's stone face. "If I make smarter and better people feel good, then they can do good for the world. Like all of you here. I don't remember what all of your jobs were from dinner, but it all sounded so aspirational. And if I can make you and everyone else happy, then I have done my part... Sorry, am I rambling?"

"No, no, sweet boy. Your words are like dazzling speckles of flame in a festival of night. Everything you have said is so, so sweet. You are so precious. I cannot say I love you at this point, for we have known each other for so little. But I can see myself coming to love you as will the rest of us here."

"You think so?" I asked.

"I know so. Here, let me show you." Alexi nibbled on my neck.

"Ahh," I lightly screamed. The bite hurt, but also felt good.

"Shh," he whispered. "Be a quiet flower and let me pleasure you."

He continued nibbling down all over my neck. A part of my body resisted, but my mind and thoughts suppressed that resistance to give into pleasure.

"Your little moans are so sweet and pure. It as if you have never been touched in such a way before."

"I haven't," I managed to say when his hands drifted down to my nipples. He softly squeezed them.

"They are so soft and puffy. Like a finely matured woman's."

His fingers wrapped and coiled my virgin nipples. I made little echoes of cries and cues as he twisted and prodded them with his hands like a snake. I stayed quiet like he asked.

"Good boy," Alexi praised. "Just as I told you too. Now, face me." He stopped playing with my nipples and I turned to face him. He petted my head and kissed me deeply.

He started rubbing my soft watery thighs. "Sweet caramel thighs." Wait, is he fetishizing my race? I don't know if I should say something or just let us continue. Daniel told me that this is not a hostage situation and that I should feel free to say no. But I don't want to! I don't really like him fetishizing me for being Latino, but his touch feels so good. Maybe I should bring it up with him at a later time.

He rubbed so hard that it almost hurt. It was then that I realized that this is how a man handles a boy. He asks for permission and when given it ravishes his submissive's body. I felt an overwhelming sensation as he wrapped his mouth around my neck.

"Shhh," he whispered seductively. "You are such a sweet, sweet boy, Oh, what I would due to breed you and make you a woman. But alas, I do not have the time to truly ravish you. Do not fear, for you will still scream in pleasure by the time I am done with you in the bath."

I really wanted to be fucked. First Daniel teased me with this and now Alexi. What does a femboy got to do to get some dick in his ass? My little prostate was aching to be pounded. "Please, Alexi," I pleaded. "Please breed me."

"Daniel said you would be like this. You are the horniest twinky boy I have ever laid my hands on. I bet you would want to take all the men's dicks here at once, wouldn't you? Be a perfect little boy for real stronger men. Isn't that right? Would that make you happy? I bet so much it would. Your little member is throbbing." He touched my small penis and began playing with it.

I was licking buckets of pre-cum into the tub. "Yes, please," I meagerly said.

"We'll have to arrange for your cherry to be popped first. A gangbang is no way to lose one's anal virginity."

I gave his puppy-dog eyes. Why won't they just fuck me already?

"Before that, we're going to have to get you accustomed to dressing in stripey knee highs, skirts, crop-tops, garters, and no shoes. House Boys should never have to leave the home, so you won't be needing shoes."

He continued to jack off my throbbing little member that looked like a pinkie compared to his cock. Oh how badly I wanted for him to put it in me.

"I'm going to make you scream so loud everyone on the property will hear you. Are you ready for that, sweet little flower?"

I supposed that would be enough. "Yes, sir."

"I'm one of your masters."

"Yes, master."

"Such a good little slut," he said and increased his speed.

He played and twisted and jacked me off so hard that I leaned into his body for support. "Please make me cum, Master. Make me a good little boy." I got worked up in the moment.

"As you please, little Calix."

He jerked until I splattered loads and loads of femboy cum in the tub. He held me tightly as the remaining bits of semen leaked out of my tiny penis. "You are so, so sweet little boy." We laid in the tub for a good few minutes.

"It's time that I get ready for work," he said and slowly got out of the tub and led me out too. He got one of the purple towels hanging on the wall and wrapped it around my fragile little body. "Now, you got get ready for Daniel." He slapped my ass and walked out butt-naked and dripping.

I quickly dried off and went back into my room. There I selected a pink shirt from the clothes rack the maid brought in earlier. As well as boy-underwear and a pair of long plain socks. I looked like a real schoolboy in the mirror. A school that makes boys into girls, but still a school all in all.

After brushing my hair and teeth in the sink in my room, I slowly stepped out of the room not exactly sure where to go. It was all still so new to me, so I tried to remember where Daniel had carried me last night.

I took a right and found the twisting banister and walked down. Sitting on a couch in the giant living room was Daniel and the smell of eggs, bacon, coffee, and freshly made hot French toast.

"Calix," Daniel greeted. "Welcome down. It's time to show you around."

Next time: Daniel shows Calix all of the amenities of the Polie Mansion and gets dressed up like a slut for all to see.