The next Tuesday began as normal with Melissa’s head bouncing up and down with a thud under the covers as she enthusiastically sucked her Master’s cock. With docile deference to his needs, Brett’s slave allowed him to slide her head forward enough so she would have to deep throat it as he shot cum into her mouth. Afterwards, she methodically sucked and licked it clean; the devoted girl, deeply in love and very enthralled, paused at his wiggling as her manicured hands touched the more sensitive parts.

Like any other morning, Melissa showered first while Brett lay in bed watching the news and clearing the email and tweets on his phone from the previous night. Today was the first of her weekly dates with Erica, so she dressed in a nice, long, purple dress which was tight in the right places and black high heels. As a coworker had noticed the other day, Melissa had completely dropped pants and flats from her wardrobe.

After breakfast was cleared and Melissa told Brett that her and Erica would be spending the day shopping and then having lunch, he only assigned her a few, brief, chores for the morning. At the door, he kissed her and, coffee in hand and laptop bag on arm, went out the door and left for the day.

As his car left the driveway and went down the street towards the highway, slowly Melissa woke up from the week long sabbatical her real persona had taken in order to properly serve her Master. Blinking rapidly, memories of the previous Tuesday came back to her. Her discovery of the brainwashing program, the quick movement between stages of anger, apprehension and then acceptance, and her plan to make the best of the situation.

Then another thought memory came to her: Erica! Erica was also a (victim?) brainwashed slave, but to Chip, Brett’s best friend. For the first time, Melissa considered how her and Erica had come to be such good friends so quickly. Had it been artificial? She vaguely recalled Chip assuring her that the busty slave and his fianc� would be great friends. Had she been under some kind of conditioning at the time? Honestly, she couldn’t be sure; all Brett’s slave knew was that she cared deeply for Erica and couldn’t wait until she arrived for their day together.

These flashes of thoughts, ideas, and memories left Melissa quite disoriented. A few minutes later, a text message came in from her phone, which she must have sent as an email on a week’s delay. It simply read DON’T PANIC and then a few paragraphs underneath, more or less, summarized what she had already recalled since Brett left for work. Laughing, she archived the email on her phone and inputted the address of where they were going today into her phone’s GPS application.

As the results were loaded into her phone, the doorbell rang which alerted the busty slave to Erica’s arrival at the door. Erica came inside, hugged her friend, and then announced “Erica can remember last Tuesday!” very loudly.

Taken aback, Melissa nodded to her to follow through the living room into the kitchen. Putting water on for coffee, the girls sat down to discuss what they knew. Both were very happy, Melissa especially, and Erica’s utter contentment helped her thrive. By accepting her conditioning, Melissa had been able to overcome the issues that had burdened her and Brett’s relationship. She was focused, obedient, and sexy. Her happiness with Brett, and Erica, was on their terms. It was thrilling.

Melissa and Erica ran their errands together, as they would indefinitely, that Tuesday. They giggled on the way back to the car after a quick trip into the post office. Both girls had gotten quite the stares from the older male clerk working the counter that day. Erica brushed it aside so casually; Melissa really longed to have that sort of self confidence. She wondered if Erica had been like that before... Probably not. What a sick world, that a woman would need to be brainwashed to gain confidence in their appearance!

A right turn out of the post office, and then about five minutes down a back road, led them back onto the state highway and in the direction of the farmer’s market in the next town over. Two teenage boys worked the first stand, which was filled with corn, carrots, and many varieties of marinated mushrooms. As Melissa browsed, Erica flirted with the two teenage boys maintaining the tent for their parents. Not used to the attentions of such an attractive girl, the boys were very distracted, and, when Melissa came to the end of their tables with the goods she had picked out, which included marinated mushrooms, which she normally did not enjoy, they had trouble focusing on the sale.

Handing her bag to the younger boy, the edge of an acrylic nail on her left hand brushed up against him, causing him to stutter out a price which Melissa realized was short by four dollars. Quickly, she paid for it and moved on with Erica waving goodbye to the boys again. If Erica noticed her allure, she did not say anything about it. Melissa was overcome with great joy at how men reacted positively to the busty, chubby, girls.

Arriving back at the house, Melissa and Erica brought in the goods they had purchased at the market and began lunch. Erica was skilled in the domestic arts, something that Melissa had been trying to become more agile with, but without the success her best friend had encountered. They grilled some asparagus and chopped vegetables for a salad. Small bowls of blueberries were poured out.

Quickly, Melissa devoured her bowl of blueberries, the first batch of a new growing season. The month before, they had run out of the stock which they had froze from the fall so she greatly savored them. While Erica chopped some garlic and mixed them together with a pepper and a small onion, the busty slave began eating some of the marinated mushrooms by the forkful. Before she knew it, half the canister was gone! Despite her weight, Melissa was not normally prone to overeating; yet, as she ate another forkful of mushrooms, she could barely stop herself from burrowing through the entire batch.

However, as Erica finished grilling the vegetables for their lunch and poured out tea to accompany the meal, Melissa’s stomach began to feel uncertain and she felt pangs of sickness beginning to emerge from her body. Her tan, augmented, friend’s phone rang, which gave her an excuse to walk over, heels clicking on the floor, to the bathroom. As she closed the door and knelt down on the mat, the dark haired slave could hear Erica speaking to her Master. Moments later, she gagged a little bit, trying to vomit as she did, realizing now, the last week or so, almost every day. Nothing, however, would come up and, drinking a glass of water, Brett’s slave felt a little better despite that.

Melissa waited by the bathroom door and listened to Erica’s conversation with her Master. Their line of discussion seemed to follow a similar thread to ones which she and her Master had daily. They discussed her duties, what the girls had done so far, and what they would do later. The tan slave alluded to some sort of sex act later, but did not divulge any further details. They seemed to have a very nice relationship.

Checking her makeup in the mirror, Melissa fixed her hair and drank another glass of water. She was barely conscious of her sudden water intake. Gracefully, the busty slave exited the bathroom and came back into the living room just as Erica hung up the phone.

The bubble brained slave put her pink phone back in her purse and examined Melissa for a moment. Her beautiful, docile, blue eyes moved between the bathroom door, Melissa’s tired expression, and the glass of water in her hand. She then looked over at the canister of mushrooms, which was nearly finished in the brief time they had been at the house.

“Melissa,” Erica said, putting a tan hand on the girl’s arm, “Erica thinks you’re pregnant.”

Sitting on the couch, Melissa had not even considered the possibility of being pregnant. They always made sure to wear protection, despite their recent interest in procreation. How could it have—

Oh. The night they went to Gianna’s party. They had not used protection. She stopped him. Ah, shit.

It’s not like she was upset, but this event certainly changes their plans for the future. Her rapidly devolving career outside the home would have to be paused, or at least redrawn, to focus on motherhood. She wanted to “have it all,” of course, but in the beginning her desire was to be with their child. Other plans would need to be made: prenatal care, a mid-wife, and a good assessment of where they stood financially. Should they get married?

Just as she began to consider married life, Erica came bursting through the door with a pregnancy test in hand. Melissa had never been pregnant before, but Erica seemed to know the ins and outs of the kit. In the bathroom, they did as the test said to do and then waited for results. Melissa made a “pregnant pause” joke, which barely got a giggle out of even her airhead friend.

A few minutes later, the results came back positive. Melissa was pregnant. She was going to be a mother. While Erica clapped and jumped up and down, augmented breasts bouncing, Brett’s slave began to cry. They were a mix of joyful, apprehensive, and upset, tears. Erica hugged her tight until she calmed down. Once calm, the girls kissed gently. “Erica, what do I do?” Melissa really wasn’t sure how to proceed after this bit of news.

Erica stared vacantly for a moment. “Get married!” She exclaimed, and then again: “Let’s get married together!” Melissa looked at her funny. “No, silly,” Erica kissed her friend, “We get married at the same time. Two Masters, two slaves. It would be fun!”

Melissa blinked a few times. That was...a good idea? Putting together a double wedding would be a lot of work, but they could do it. That would be it: love, honor, and especially obey. “OK, we can do this.” She paused. “But, no churches. Nothing crazy or expensive.”

“I’ll have to,” she continued this train of thought, “get him to agree to it.” Her eyes widened. “He doesn’t know I’m pregnant! I have to tell him.” She was thoughtful for a minute. “I’ll schedule a dinner for this evening. Erica, make a reservation. You know, that place you told me about.”

Erica nodded, knowing immediately where Melissa was talking about. As Melissa paced with a notepad, writing down ideas, the mind controlled slave made the reservation for the happy couple. Suddenly, however, a troubling thought crossed her mind. “Shit, when you leave today I go back to sleep for a week. So how do I do this tonight? I don’t want to wait another week.”

Then, an idea came to her. Melissa spoke Erica’s trigger aloud, which brought the girl to a stop. Her eyes, and mind, vacated the premises as she waited for command. “Erica,” the busty slave began, “you will obey my instruction. You will trance and condition me to stay ‘awake’ tonight for dinner. When done, you will wake us both. Obey.”

Blinking a few times, Erica awoke and immediately triggered Melissa again. Her friend stood at attention awaiting instruction, which Erica cooed into her ear, stopping just short of nibbling on it as she commanded the girl to remain herself today and tonight, and to fall into her normal asleep routine for the rest of the week. She stood in front of Melissa and kneaded one of her large breasts as she announced that the busty slave would obey, and not question this. She would forget that the transition was coming at the end of the night and just go with it.

Finally, she snapped her fingers to bring Melissa out of trance. Slowly, she closed her eyes and then opened them again. “Thank you,” was all she could say before pulling Erica into a hug.

In the early evening, Brett and Melissa entered the fancy restaurant that Erica had set their reservations. Brett, wearing a nice sweater and button down shirt underneath from work today, and Melissa, in a dark skirt and turtleneck, with stockings and high heeled boots, were seated by a pretty teenage girl who queued up in front of them for a few minutes while waiting for their order. When the girl asked Melissa for her order, she looked up from the menu at Brett, who picked out a salad for both of them and chose their meals based on what he knew she enjoyed. Their waitress left and his slave smiled, approving his decision.

They made small talk for a few minutes. Brett talked about his day and had a funny story about something one of his more ditzy female students did. He mentioned Gianna, Marci, and Billy, noting all of them were off the list for the six full time teaching positions which were being dropped because of funding decreases from their incompetent new governor. Once their meals arrived, after eating for a few minutes in silence, Melissa got the strength together to bring up her pregnancy.

She looked up at her Master. Brett was going to be the father of her child. Their child! It was a strange feeling, for sure, and a concept she had thought about, but never carefully considered before today. Her nervousness must have shown because he began to view her with a slightly concerned look.

Before she could stop herself, she just blurted it out. “Brett, I’m pregnant.”

Brett just stared at her and then took off his glasses, wiping them clean. “Wait, how? We always use...oh...oh! Oh.” He grinned at her. “That was your doing, looking all sexy and horny and pushy to be fucked.” Melissa laughed loudly, which brought a few impolite glances in their direction. Looking around the room, she couldn’t have a gave a shit any less.

Brett looked down at his meal for a moment. Melissa took the test out of her purse and passed it across the table. He examined it. She rolled her eyes as he looked up at her and then back at the test. “Wow,” he began, pointing at it, “we did that? I did that! You did that?” Melissa stared at him with a one more try look on her face. “We did that!”

“Huh.” Melissa waited for Brett to say something more than a bemused grunt. “Oh, I mean, I suddenly have this great urge to take you home and fuck the hell out of you.” Melissa smiled. “Let’s finish our meals, pay, and then get home.”

Melissa looked at her food, looked at her Master, and called for their waitress, who she instructed to save the rest of their food in a take home bag.

Entering the house, Brett and Melissa pawed at each other, trying to remove their clothes as quickly as possible. Melissa snapped her bra off, large breasts bouncing up and down, and unbuttoned her skirt. After taking her boots off, she stood casually in front of her Master, who was down to his underwear as well, in only a pair of purple panties.

Brett examined her for a moment and then kissed her hard on the mouth. “You are so sexy. And curvy.” He paused for a moment. “Curvier soon. You do have some serious breeder hips.” He shoved her against the wall and they kissed again. Melissa’s hand dropped to his hard cock and began stroking it slowly, wanting him to be solid and very firm to give her the best fucking possible.

Eventually, they proceeded upstairs and made love. Melissa rode her Master’s cock and screamed out in ecstasy as Brett came inside her. The pregnant slave fell to the side of the bed, panting, as she recovered from the orgasms which she had just experienced. His cock still semi-hard, she crawled over to it and jerked him off as Brett lay back on the pillows until he shot cum all over her breasts. Master and slave were both spent and stayed in bed, in each other’s arms, for about 30 minutes.

They took a shower together. Brett gently ran his soupy hands over Melissa’s breasts, arms, and stomach. He left his hand there for a long moment; quickly, Melissa began to cry as her own hand joined his on her soon to be swelling stomach. They ended the shower and toweled each other off quietly, pausing to titillate each other’s more sensitive parts.

After Hermione joined them briefly, lonely after they had been gone all day, Melissa and Brett sat on the bed, naked, in each other’s arms. Melissa’s heart raced as he kissed her ear and neck. This was the time to propose marriage. Surely, he would down the road, but she wanted to do it now. Feeling very courageous, she pulled away and knelt down at the end of the bed, in front of her Master.

Fighting the urge to slide forward to suck his beautiful cock, she looked up at Brett and smiled. Uncertain about why she was kneeling, he stroked her hair and nodded for her to speak. “Let’s get married.” He bit his lip gently, but then nodded for her to continue. “I mean, I’m pregnant and all, but I want to make it official that we are Man and wife.” She crawled forward and sucked on his cock a few times, but stopped. “I am your slave, Master, but I want to be your wife. Love, honor,” she looked up, “obey.”

“Master, I really want to be Mrs. Brett Sanderson. I want your name, I want your will, I want to have your children.” Melissa stood up and pulled him up with a hand. “I want to grow old with you and always have you by my side. Master, please, will you marry me?”

Brett was speechless, as he had been for a lot of the evening. “Um, wow.” He began to tear up as she had earlier in the evening. “Yes, of course.” Soon to be Husband and wife embraced and became lost in each other for awhile. It was now the middle of the night. Yawning after being in each other’s arms for an hour or so, Brett realized an important aspect of this plan. “So, uh, we have to plan a wedding don’t we? Can we forgo all those sexist rules about whose parents pay for it? That shit is so fucked up.”

Melissa nodded and then, guiltily, looked down at the floor. “Um, well, you see, I kindofsortofmaybeyes already began planning it with Erica today and we kind of thought, um, it would be a nice thing if both couples got married at the same time. We sort of maybe spent the afternoon plotting.”

Brett gently punched her in the arm. “Of course you did.” He kissed her again. The next day, he called out of work and they spent it in each other’s arms. Wedding plans continued as Melissa’s pregnancy went on. The night of their ceremony, Mrs. Brett Sanderson fully accepted and eagerly embraced her role as Brett, wife, slave, and the mother of his children. Never were they unhappy or poor because of the love they shared.

Shortly after the wedding(s), both couples became parents. Erica found out she was pregnant about three months into Melissa’s pregnancy. Erica Sanderson was born first, followed by Melissa Witwicky a few months later. The new, very shapely, mothers spent a lot of time together and grew in their brainwashed submission to their Masters. A year after young Erica was born, Melissa was pregnant again with a boy who would become Brett Jr..

Her career on hold, Melissa and, with Chip’s blessing, Erica did part time work with a domestic violence shelter in the next town. They were able to do most of their work at home, via the internet, and rarely had to go to the office. Which was fine by both mothers. They’d rather be at home with their daughter and Master.

Melissa Sanderson was so happy. Knowing the cause of her slavery allowed the mother to regularly assess and gently nudge her Master in the right direction if needed. She submitted fully, and always, but also aided him as she felt a slave should. It had begun with anal sex, but her submission had led to complete happiness and fulfillment. She wouldn’t have changed a thing.