Chapter 52

I knew they hadn’t forgotten my Birthday after all and were here to wish me a happy birthday. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from breaking into joyful sobs. Just all of them going to the trouble to come over made this the best Birthday ever.

“We’re here to escort you home, where we spent the whole afternoon preparing your birthday party!” Dewey shouted.

My eyes rounded again. A party?!

“And you nearly fucked up the surprise, coming over to put the gardening stuff away, you silly bimbo!” Julie added with a grin. She told me to crawl behind her and heel. I didn’t mind it all. Even though so many people that I knew were there, I was ecstatic to crawl behind her on a lead.

Julie led the procession back to our place with my nose once again almost up her butt while she held the lead to my collar. The Karlson family chuckled and pointed, but I saw Helena look at her husband and whisper in his ear as if she wanted me sexually. That was really flattering. Their entire family had come over to our house completely nude; they didn’t even wear shoes.

Brunna and Dewey were happily talking and chatting away. Astrid pulled her sister behind her on a leash while she walked with her hands behind her back and giggled playfully.

Brunna wore pretty ribbons in her hair, and a decorative collar with zebra stripes. It seemed like it was intended to look like the one that Breeders wore, but she had painted it. She also wore a strap under her tits that reminded me of a bra strap. It was designed for a chesty girl like her to remain completely topless and exposed, but hold her knockers up and keep them parted so that they didn’t constantly knock together and bounce like mine did.

My parents seemed pleasantly amused. My father wore his chastity belt with cock cage and nothing else! My mother was completely nude as well. She towered over him much like Brunna did over Dewey. Ms. Collins walked next to my mother. Even though she had bright red hair, she could have easily been my mother’s daughter. The two of them both seemed so in control and confident. Ms. Collins had a riding crop in one hand and looked like she was ready to use it.

The Johnsons were not nude, but they were in a jovial mood to have been invited. My mind instantly started to piece together how this party came to be. It had taken extensive planning. I don’t want to sound pathetic, but I’ll just go ahead and tell you. I couldn’t remember a time when someone had planned a surprise party for me. I was overwhelmed by the sentiment. I felt truly supported.

I wondered if Jim was the one who invited my neighbors this morning when he went over to their house. That was really unexpected. It was possible that this had been in the works for a while!

At the back of the house, a banner strung over the porch proclaimed “Happy Birthday Tanya”. The name had been crossed out, and “Piggy” had been drawn in red Sharpie above it. I didn’t know any Tanya.

“It was a last-minute thing,” Mr. Johnson explained from behind me when he saw me looking at the banner. Tanya was his granddaughter, and they reused the banner. “We couldn’t have a party for you without a banner, and Jim said it would be fine,” he said, a note of irritation in his voice. Jim was notorious in the neighborhood for being cheap. But then, so was Mrs. Johnson.

Still, there were balloons and streamers decorating the porch and even big bows attached to the tops of the volleyball poles. If I had been paying attention when I was taking the mower back to the shed, I would have noticed it immediately. I blushed in embarrassment at having been so distracted.

Our procession made its way into the house, where the most changes became obvious. The dining room was a jumble of furniture that we passed to get to the living room. The entire living room had been cleared out, with the couch pushed back against the wall to make extra space, and a jumble of dining chairs had been added to provide seating.

I felt like my family must have worked all afternoon to prepare it like this for me.

Not all the chairs were even ours, especially an oversized sturdy-looking chair that looked like a cross between a throne and a baby’s highchair. That had clearly been separately decorated with a lot of love and attention to detail. There were so many decorations in the room that it initially seemed like an explosion in a decoration factory. This had taken a LOT of work and planning!

While the jubilant but noisy crowd made their way to seats and Dewey got some raunchy party music going in the background, Julie pulled me off to the side and spoke quietly to me.

“You’re the guest of honor, Piggy, but since you’re in the Program and are my Breeder, I need to temper your status as birthday slut, with your place as Breeder. You are still a human being and my mom. You are MINE now, though, are you not?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed as I stood up...

“Then I have to ensure that you are recognized on your birthday, Piggy. It can’t be all dark clouds. You won’t be eating soap for your Birthday.”

I smiled! I didn’t even suspect she would have been that strict today. I hadn’t never “eaten” soap as much as I had it in my mouth as part of losing the Pop the Booty game, or to amuse my sons and husband.

“It was a lucky thing that you volunteered to mow the neighbor’s lawn. I was going to have Reese and Dewey take you running on a REALLY long jog to get you out of the house. Dad is the one who invited the neighbors!”

“I thought they didn’t approve of me,” I admitted.

“I had a long chat with them. They thought you had lost their mind. They are very reasonable people. Once I explained a little more about how power exchange has been woven into the Breeder Program, they were far more understanding. I will tell you that they thought Dad was the bad guy in all of this and not you.”

“I am glad you cleared that up!”

“Their granddaughter Tanya and their nephew Steven are nudists in Colorado. They said they’d like to bring them over sometime when they visit. They told me they were afraid to let them out of the house when they last visited because they were afraid of what WE would think,” Julie added.

“You were the one that invited my parents here?”

“They said they wouldn’t miss it, Piggy!”

“What about my brothers and sister?”

“They couldn’t make it, but it’s not because they didn’t want to be here. Your brothers are supportive and just a little confused.”

“What about my sister?”

“I don’t think she will understand until she sees your transformation.”

“Wow, and the Karlsons! Look at Dewey! He’s chatting with that big girl he likes!”

I felt a little bad that I called Brunna a “Big girl” because I am a big girl, too. I wondered if that was why Dewey liked her so much? Did he just like big butts and big juggs like mine?

“Yep, but you aren’t here to be a wallflower. You are the guest of honor, but you’re still my Breeder, so you’re going to be the perfect hostess, too.”

“I’m totally overwhelmed, Miss Julie,” I replied truthfully and thanked her. They HAD done a lot! “I understand!”

I noticed Dewey had passed out party hats for our guests including me. He had some of his crazy party music playing that he used for the Pop the Booty game in the background. It wasn’t very loud, just enough to add a sense of frivolity to the engagement while everyone meandered around and talked to one another.

Everyone had hats, which made the entire thing seem far more festive and exciting as they chatted.

My son came over and started applying make-up to paint my face like a clown, a silly party hat, and made me look silly while my daughter told me what she wanted me to do. He even stuck a glittery party favor (the kind you blow) into my butthole without asking. Julie didn’t stop him, so I didn’t either. I remained standing while I listened to my daughter’s instructions for me.

No one seemed to notice, or at least be surprised, that he was applying make-up to my face and butt, writing on my body, and drawing dirty little pictures.

“I want you to go up to each guest, thank them for coming, and ask them if you can bring them a refreshment. Once everyone has a drink, I want you to go back and then BEG to perform a reasonable request of their choosing.”

She zapped my shock collar to get my attention. It was the first time that he needed to use it in a long time. I was distracted because Dewey was distracting me by painting me. My nipples became engorged when he painted those. I apologized to my daughter and tried to ignore my son’s touch.

“If it’s anything Dewey or Reese would give you, I want you to do it on the spot. If it’s anything else, come find me. I’ll be nearby and beg to do it. I don’t want you to ASK or TELL them you don’t mind doing a request today. I want you to beg.”

“Will you or any of the others be performing requests?” I asked for clarification while Dewey attached a decorative collar over my shock collar to my neck. I recognized it as the one that Brunna had worn to the party. He also hung some straps on my shoulders that were only decorative and did nothing to hide my nudity. It looked like it was something Brunna had been wearing earlier to help support her titties without covering them. I hoped she wouldn’t be mad about it. It didn’t seem that Dewey knew how to attach the straps, so he left them hanging from my shoulders.

“No, not right now,” Julie decide that no one else would be performing requests at the party. I was a little intimidated by the task in front of me.

I bit my lip at the idea of being the only one here who would perform requests but suppressed the desire to make a suggestion. Julie was the boss of me now, and that had been firmly established.

There was just one of me and a lot of them! I reluctantly nodded my agreement and expressed my agreement to my daughter’s wishes. I wondered how people at the party might react if they saw some of the requests my sons gave me in the privacy of our home. I decided I’d just have to be bold and find out.

I was about to do as I’d been told when Julie stopped me by raising her voice and calling attention to herself and me. I thought she wanted me to go ask everyone what they wanted.

“As Piggy’s daughter and her Trainer, I get to give her the first gift,” she told everyone. “Each of you who has a gift for her can share your gifts separately, but I think my gift will get some good use in the short term,” she finished with a laugh before picking up a wrapped gift I hadn’t even noticed amongst all the decorations.

Julie urged me to my feet so everyone could see me better.

“Go on, Piggy, open it!” Julie urged me enthusiastically.

The package was only about an inch thick and light but about 20 inches long and maybe 12 inches wide. I gently shook it and heard a metallic rustling sound.

I began to look for the tape so I could carefully remove the wrapping paper, but Julie urged me to just rip it off, saying we wouldn’t be keeping the wrapper.

As she said it, she looked at her father, and I saw him fake-frown back in a good-natured way. I know he would have preferred to keep the wrapping paper to reuse, but I obeyed my daughter and tore into the present with excited determination.

Under the wrapper, the narrow edge of the box said it held a tray. That confused me, but my confusion was short-lived when I looked at the picture on the front.

It showed a pretty, busty, topless woman in a very short maid’s skirt and dangerously high heels, with a maid’s bonnet on her head. She had a stainless-steel collar around her neck and two chains coming from the collar that linked to the side of a serving tray. She held a bottle opener in her mouth and kept her hands behind her back.

The tray was fairly sturdy, and it easily connected to the carabiner on my collar. The only problem was that my tits were so large that my tits rested on the tray. “No problem, just put the beers between the boobies,” My Dad yelled out from the crowd, and everyone laughed.

“Now you may take everyone’s drink orders and greet them, and later we’ll have cake party games, and you can open the rest of your presents before doing everybody everyone in the room.”

“Don’t forget birthday spankings!” Ms. Collins joked playfully. The audience chuckled.

I never thought I’d be happy to receive a serving tray as a gift, especially something that kind of looked like a gag gift, but I was. Julie clearly had a lot of trouble finding this, and that alone made it special.

When I opened the box, I discovered the tray and even the silver-painted chain were plastic. I wasn’t sure how stable this thing was going to be. I’d do my best, but I really could have used some practice before I put it to use.

The first person that I approached was Ms. Collins and her wife. “Hello, Ma’am,” I smiled. She introduced me to Gabbi, her partner.

“You don’t teach them to curtsy?” Gabbi frowned with disappointment. She was a bald woman with a stainless-steel collar of her own. She was naked and very chubby with heavy elongated tits that looked like they may have been flattened like pancakes at one point.She wore heavy gauge piercings in her nipples, ears, and nose. She had tattoos all over her body.

“No, but that’s a good idea,” Ms. Collins demonstrated a polite curtsy, “Bend your head forward at a slight, 45-degree angle as if giving an exaggerated, respectful nod. Not too far, though; avoid pressing your chin to your chest or looking at your feet. Maintain this position throughout the curtsy,” she demonstrated slowly.

“Pinch your invisible skirt,” Ms. Collins grabbed the delicate invisible threads. “Extend your right foot 4–8 inches behind the left. Shift your weight to your left foot. Then, bring your right foot behind the heel of your left so that the ball of your right foot rests on the ground slightly outside of your left foot. Keep your right foot about 4–8 inches from your left—or however far apart you need to keep your balance.”

I thanked her and performed it. Gabbi and Ms. Collins said it was close, and I needed practice.

“You’re very top heavy,” Gabbi said the obvious and shrugged. That was probably why I didn’t have the same grace. I asked what drinks they would like, and they asked for a Seven and a Seven and a whiskey neat. I didn’t have that. I told them what we had and quickly brought it to them on the serving tray. The cold bottles chilled my titties, but remarkably my boobs kept everything from sliding off the tray.

I went up to my parents next and curtsied as I had just been taught. “Hi, Mom, Hi, Dad,” I smiled.

“Well, hello, Piggy! Happy Birthday,” my mother hugged me around the serving tray. My father did as well. I could feel my nipples stiffen when they came in contact with their bare skin.

“You look absolutely ridiculous,” my mom said. She stifled a smile and said that she loved it. “Can I have a picture with you?”

“Of course!”

My father snapped a quick shot of us standing with our arms around each other, but he didn’t want to be in it.

“Take a picture with your daughter, Stanley, or I will make you take off your cock cage, and we stick a match down your pee-hole, so she can blow it out like a candle and make a wish!”

My father abruptly put his arm around me and took a picture.

“I really never took you for a kinky person, Piggy. You didn’t strike me as the type, but it is always those quiet ones.”

I told my parents what we had to drink and asked for their order. I brought it for them and only spilled a little beer on my tits.

Next, I went to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and curtsied for them. I thanked them for being so understanding.

“I really didn’t like what I saw you doing out there. Your husband looked like he was treating your boobs like volleyballs. I thought he was abusing you!” Mrs. Johnson said.

“No, no, it’s just a funny game.”

“It looks like it hurts!”

“Maybe you should play sometime, Gladys, and find out?” Mr. Johnson added. He was a man of few words.

“Maybe you should volunteer, Abner!”

“I think it’s a game only for girls!” Abner replied.

“Well, maybe we can make our own game?” Gladys laughed before turning back to me and explaining that once she talked to Julie, it all made some sense to her. “I have a granddaughter who lives and works as a nudist in Colorado. She visits with her entire family. They don’t all go nude. The teenagers used to like it, but as they got older, they decided they didn’t want granny to see their pee-pees. Your daughter explained it all to us.”

“What I want to know is if you will clean our house and mow our grass from now on,” Abner interrupted.

My husband came over and interjected that he wanted to know when he’d get his fishing rod back. He seemed eager to argue with Abner.

“I don’t have your fishing rod. I gave it back to you years ago!” Abner and Jim started arguing and shooting the breeze. I quickly took their orders as well and brought my husband his favorite beer.

Abner’s tone was angry, but he seemed just as eager to argue with my husband as Jim was to argue back. I’ll never fully understand how men think.

He leaned over to me, kissed me in the ear, and whispered, “See if you can bring half-glasses to make this shit last. A lot of these people didn’t pitch in on the drinks.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said but ignored his request. That’s just typical Jim.

The Karlsons were fanned out around the house, so I had to walk up to them in small groups. The younger Karlsons were simple. They wanted water, milk, or soda.