The Witch’s Housewife III-IV (Exclusive May 2025)

The Witch’s Housewife III 

It was early in the morning. The sun wasn’t even up and I was soundly asleep after a long day of doing all the chores around the house while Faith found ways to tease and pleasure my new female body.

I was also up pretty late after lying down because I wasn’t used to sleeping with such large breasts, but after a couple of hours I managed to fall asleep. Little did I know, though, that Faith was going to wake me up at five in the morning in order to get back to my housewife duties.

I groaned and was about to whine about it, but I saw her start to smile and remembered I wasn’t allowed to complain. I begrudgingly get up and walk over to the bathroom while Faith tucks herself back into bed.

I go to the bathroom sitting down, then I brush my teeth and put my hair up in the side ponytail like I had it yesterday. I then head towards the kitchen to figure out what I was supposed to be doing since I did most of the chores yesterday.

I stopped to think about what I’d want and/or expect of my housewife. If I were asleep and she was up early in the morning, I’d expect her to work on breakfast and coffee and happily wake me up with it, so it seems that’s what I’ll be doing. 

I make sure my apron is tight and has no chance of falling off and head over towards the fridge. I pull out the eggs, milk, shredded cheese, sausages, and syrup. I bring them over to the counter and place them down.

I grab a bowl for mixing and a whisk along with two pans. I placed the two pans on the stovetop and turned on the burners. I spray the pans with olive oil and let them heat up. I grab the sausages and place them on one of the pans.

I then start cracking eggs into the bowl. Once there is enough, I add some milk and cheese and mix it all together. I pour the eggs onto the pan and bring the mixing bowl to the sink and drop it in. I then grab a spatula on my way back.

I let them both cook for a bit, then I add a bit more cheese and then salt and pepper to the eggs. While the cheese melted and the sausages finished cooking, I headed over to the toaster. I grab some bread from above it and pop it in. I then turn on the coffee pot next to it.

I go grab a plate and bring it back to the toaster in time to watch them pop out. I butter the toast and return to my pans. Everything else was done, so I took them off the pan and put them on the plate, making them look quite appealing.

I add some syrup to the plate and walk over to the coffee maker with the plate. I filled a cup with coffee and creamer and with that I was done. One very nice breakfast was ready for my wife. Not to toot my own horn, but I did an amazing job; I’m totally an amazing housewife.

I stop and look down. I feel my face turn red. What I meant is that if I was a housewife, I’d be amazing at it, but I’m not. I’m a man who wants a housewife. I saw as I stared intensely at the massive, jiggly breasts on my chest. I suppose I should say I’m supposed to be a man.

I sigh and grab a fork, the plate, and the coffee and head back to the bedroom. I enter and place the plate and coffee next to Faith and then open the curtains to let the morning sunshine through. Faith wakes up and yawns, then looks over at the food I prepared.

She tells me I did a great job and couldn't wait to eat it. She then stared at it with a smile. I looked at her confused until I realized what she wanted. She wanted me to feed it to her. I shake my head and walk over and pick up the plate.

She then pats her legs and tells me to sit down. I look at her and she doesn’t stop patting her legs, so I sit down on her lap with the plate of food on mine. I then started to use the fork to get bits of eggs and feed them to her.

After each bite, she’d make a satisfied noise as if it was the best thing she’d ever had, which made me feel quite nice. Once I got halfway through, I suddenly felt something touching my vagina. I lifted the plate up and saw Faith’s hand had slowly snuck over to it.

I looked at her and she just had her mouth open, waiting for more food. I use the fork to grab a sausage, dip it in syrup, and lift it up. As I did, Faith took her finger and slipped it inside me. I gasped and let go of the fork.

The sausage fell off of the fork and landed in my cleavage, and thanks to the syrup, it went right down to the center. I started to moan while tightly holding the plate so as not to spill more. Faith stopped moving her finger around, which allowed me to gain my composure again.

Faith asked me if I liked that. I looked at her, then down at my now sticky breasts with a sausage in them. I look at her and put on a smile. I told her it was lovely and asked her if she was ready for more. She smiles and opens her mouth.

I get more eggs on the fork and put it in her mouth, and then as she chews, she starts moving her fingers around inside me again. I feel my body heating up and my breathing becomes heavier. I knew what was coming; I was about to orgasm again.

 However, once Faith stopped chewing, she stopped moving her fingers and I suddenly found myself denied the orgasm and frustrated sexually. She opens her mouth and asks for more. So I give her more, and again, as she chews, she continues to pleasure me.

That was repeated over and over until she ate everything but the sausage still in my cleavage. I was nearly on the verge of climaxing, but she stopped once there was no more food. I looked at her with desperation, breathing too heavily to ask her to finish the job.

She smiles at me and tells me that she knows what I want, and she’ll happily finish me off, but I have to take the plate that’s covered with sticky syrup and press the sticky side against my breasts and move it all around, spreading it all over myself.

I sat there looking at the plate in my hands. I was so close, and I wanted it, even though I’m supposed to be a man. Then again, man or woman, being edged is a bit disappointing. So I took the plate and pressed it against my breasts.

I felt sticky syrup cover my nipples and start to leak down my breasts. I started to move the plate around and she started to really go at it, pleasuring me. I was moaning again in no time, and as promised, she finished me off.

My body climaxed and a different type of sticky liquid came shooting out of me and all over Faith’s lap. She removed her fingers from me and wiped my cum off her fingers by using my arm. I removed the plate from my chest and stood up. 

Faith got up after me and looked at the bed. It had cum, syrup, and a bit of egg on it. Faith laughed and said it looked like I’d have to wash all the bedding now. I wanted to look at her annoyed, since this was her doing, but all I could do was look down, ashamed and slightly happy for some reason.

She went to take a shower, and I brought the plate back to the kitchen. I tossed it into the sink and then pulled the sausage out of my cleavage. I really couldn’t believe that just happened. It was straight out of my dreams, though I was on the wrong side of it.

Still though, it was quite sexy and a bit fun. So I have no idea why more women don’t want to be in this sort of relationship. I take a bite of the sausage link and head back to the bedroom to collect the bedding since I now have to clean that.

After that I was going to get myself some breakfast, hopefully shower, which I also hope that I can do in this apron, and then I have to wash all the dishes. Then, I guess I’ll have to find other ways to play the perfect housewife and find ways to pass the time while twenty-eight days for this to end.

The Witch’s Housewife IV

A week has passed since Faith turned me into a busty housewife who can only wear an apron. So I only have three more weeks to go before I win this game, and she turns me back and becomes my full-time busty housewife who only wears an apron.

Though she’s made it quite hard for me so far. I end up doing chores every day, and on top of that, she’s always finding every opportunity to make me orgasm or to wait on her every need. I thought at first she was just trying to break me and get me to lose.

However, there have been a few moments that I think she genuinely likes having me like this. Which could be good or bad. It could be good because she gets why it’s my dream and in the end, she might agree to find another woman to become our busty housewife, one that we both enjoy.

The alternative is that she likes me as a housewife and backs out of our deal, which I really don’t think she would. She’s more the type to try and win fairly, which means I should start expecting her to try and get me to remove my apron soon, but I’ll be ready… I hope.

I was in the kitchen doing the dishes from breakfast, which were all covered in pancake batter thanks to a mishap this morning which ended with me on top of the dining table with my legs spread and batter dripping down from my head while I… Pleasured myself….

So afterward I had to clean the tablecloth and the floor, then remake the batter and then finally make breakfast and shower. Now, I’m finally doing the morning dishes. As I was, Faith called out to me and asked if we had any fruit.

I yell back, telling her I’d check. I went to the fridge and looked around but there was nothing. In fact, there wasn’t a whole lot of anything. We haven’t gone shopping since I was changed, and now we’re low on a lot of things.

I go into the living room where Faith is working from her laptop and tell her that we don’t have any fruit and that we need to do some shopping. For some reason, she smiled and immediately closed her laptop.

She stood up and said we should go shopping then. That made sense so I nodded. She grabbed her jacket and then walked to the door before turning to look at me. She asked me why I was still standing there. 

I was confused and asked her what she meant. She told me to hurry up so we could go. I immediately turn red and tell her I can’t go out like this. I mean, I had nothing on but an apron, and it didn’t cover my breasts and occasionally showed off my vagina.

She told me that was my problem and that it was my job to do the shopping. She then made it clear she was only coming to watch. I told her that I still couldn't go out like this! What would people say? What would the law say? Not to mention the humiliation I would experience.

Faith chuckled and asked if I was complaining or seriously asking. I quickly stopped talking and held my apron down. She laughed when she saw me embarrassed and finally told me no one would think it was strange I was only wearing an apron.

They would definitely notice my body and check me out, but she said I wouldn’t get in trouble. So that only left my own humiliation. She said I could deal with it, or I could take the apron off, accept my new body, and she’ll get me some clothes.

I tell her, no way, and immediately put my shame and embarrassment away and walk over to the front door. I tell her I’m ready, but I was lying; I totally wasn’t. Leaving our house and getting into the car basically nude was a lot to handle.

It was even worse once we got to the grocery store. As soon as I stepped out, the guy loading his trunk next to us looked over at me and his nose started to bleed. His eyes followed me as we walked past and I couldn’t remove my hand from the bottom of my apron.

We make it into the store and Faith grabs a carriage. She then looks at me and tells me to take the lead, saying as the housewife, I should know what I need for the week, as I’ll be the one making everything.

I nod and start walking around, still tightly holding my apron down. Luckily we normally shopped together, so I have a good idea what to grab. So I start in the fruits and vegetables section. I pick out vegetables to cook with dinner throughout the week.

I then grab some bananas, oranges, apples, and strawberries to randomly snack on, all things that Faith really likes. Before we leave the aisle, Faith praises me on the picks, saying I was much better at this than she realized.

She said she thought it would take me longer to be good at some of the things I was doing, but I seemed to be a natural. I smiled at her for a moment, happy for the praise, but then I got embarrassed when I realized what that meant.

I noticed I was really good at cooking and cleaning and, well, being a good housewife, but I was really chalking it up to the magic she used on me, but if she’s surprised, does that mean the magic hasn’t made me like this? Am I just a natural housewife?

No... no, that can't be. I’m not a housewife; she’s just clearly messing with me, and I won’t let her. I walk away and continue shopping, trying my best to keep that thought out of my mind. We go up and down the aisles, and I grab things as we go.

We eventually get to a section where something I need is on the top shelf, which isn’t normally a problem since my male body could reach it no problem. My female one however, couldn’t. So I had to reach with all my might.

My breasts pushed into the things on the lower shelf, pushing them all around, and I managed to get the items by wiggling my fingers around a few times. I came back down and noticed a man looking right at me.

His eyes were wide and he had a huge smile, and worse than that, he had a huge erection. I figured he was just seeing what everyone else was seeing, that being my massive exposed breasts; however, this guy was getting way more than that.

When I looked down, I saw that my apron had gotten caught on the shelf, so when I turned around, it pulled it up, completely revealing my vagina to the man in front of me. The man pulls out his phone and takes a picture of me, which makes me panic and pull on my apron.

I managed to get it free, but I felt the strings that keep it together get loose. It nearly came undone, but I managed to grab it before that. I then wrapped it back around my waist and tied it tightly in the front so I could keep some sort of eye on it.

I then turned away from the guy so he’d stop taking pictures of me, but I’m pretty sure I just made it so he could get pictures of my ass, but honestly that was far less embarrassing than him getting pictures of me from the front.

I looked at Faith, who was holding her side as she held back her laughter. She eventually let a bit out and said I gave that guy quite the view while nearly securing my fate as a busty woman. I looked down, embarrassed and a bit nervous. 

I’d yet to come that close to removing the apron. I really need to be careful or else I’ll be in the body of a thick, pink-haired woman with a massive rack for the rest of my life. Even worse, I’ll lose not only my chance to get my own housewife to take care of my needs but also the desire to have that.

I looked down at myself. My apron once again wedged into my cleavage, and my breasts were free and bouncing. I couldn’t lose; I needed a thick, busty, apron-wearing housewife in my life. Just three more weeks and I’ll be able to look and play with one all I want… Though, I guess I could technically do that now.