You whimper warily as Ella knocks on the door of your first clients. Becca loved your secret sissy style and decided to emphasize it by giving you a long hoodie that just almost covers your ass and a long pair of striped socks and sneakers. That's all you get to cover your baby blue silk thong, matching lace trimmed push up bra, and silk stockings that shamefully stretch just over your socks. You feel so embarrassed and exposed...and you love it.
Ella got a femboi makeover complete with a football jersey number 69 that cuts off so high that it shows off her underboob and waspish waist. Her daisy dukes are cut so short that her pink panties peek out under the legs and over the waist. Her workboots give an almost rough and ready look that is wrecked by the thigh high fishnet stockings under them. She blushes brightly under her trucker's hat with 'SLUT' emblazoned on it, but from the way she sucks her beestung bottom lip like candy, you can tell she is just as turned on as you are.
All you know about your client's is that you were hired to make sure a group of teens didn't throw too big of a party. Becca explained that this was code for, 'a bunch of barely legal bois and stuck up studs pooled their allowance's to rent bimbois to bust a nut in'. To say you're nervous that you might know the kids throwing the party, or worse, that they might recognize you, is an understatement. Of course, that only adds to your tortuous titillation. You are slowly starting to realize that you are just as hooked on the humiliation as you are the horniness, if not more so. So, your 'excitement' peaks when you see your biggest bullies open the door, Slade and Brad and they both have looks of raunchy recognition plastered on their already flushed faces.
"Holy shit...Elliot?!" Slade grabs Ella by the arm and drags her in and you try to stop him, but Brad scoops you up effortlessly and tosses you over his shoulder like he's carrying a pony keg into the party. Your femmey friend seems to be doing just fine by herself. Slade has a huge hand between her cheeks and is walking her like a puppet to the livingroom, where you see a crowd of your classmates. You squirm helplessly as you scan their faces. Some you recognize, Slade and Brad's football buddies and other popular kids. There are plenty of bois you barely recognize, and you wonder if they had to pay more than their fair share to join the party, or if the jocks just plan for them to be infected and add to the pool of party favors.
Brad sets you down and whispers, "Sorry about, Slade. He's not as enlightened as me. I know you're secret, 'Amy', but I won't out you just yet. It's too much fun watching you squirm." You don't know whether to feel grateful that your biggest bully is hanging your identity over your head. You hate how cocky and confident he is, hate how strong and strapping he is, hate how hatefully handsome he is, and most of all you hate how bad you wish he would kiss you.
"Hey, Slade, quit fingering the party favor so Amy and her can give us a show." Brad sounds used to being obeyed, even by a sadistic stud like Slade. The jock shrugs and already having pulled her shorts off, leads Amy over to the middle of the room where the crowd circles around you both. Brad's booming voice quiet the chatter, "Shut up and watch close! These two sissy sluts are going to swap spit and rub clits together until one begs the other for cum. Place your bets on who breaks first." Brad whispers to you as he pushes you towards Amy, "I'm betting on you to be the bottom bitch."
You aren't sure whether to feel insulted or just admire the bully's keen powers of observation, but you are betting on being the bottom bitch too. It just feels right...so natural and almost just to submit without struggle to your superiors...which apparently is everyone. With these thoughts swirling through your head you stumble towards Ella and let her pull you into a passionate kiss. It's not even a contest, even if you did want to fight it, she has your tongue pinned with hers and starts fucking your throat. You suckle her sweet slippery tongue and roll yours under her bullying blabber. Your pantied pricks rub against each other so hard and fast, that you worry the friction will start a small fire. You couldn't feel hotter if you did burst in flames, your sensitive silk sheathed shaft cried tears of frustration, begging you for release. You hear the crowd chanting and it only fuels the fire hearing your classmates jeer you on.
"Please...SHHLP someone...MMPH anyone...SLURP please fuck KISS me!" You beg between kisses, reduced to tears in your desperate desire to be dominated. The ogling onlookers erupt in stinging slurs and raucous, raunchy cheers. All those judging eyes looking at you like a piece of filth while their hard ons tell you that you're pretty and perfect and everything they dream of. You aren't sure which fucks with your head more...their disdain or their desire. Either way, you let out a weak wretched whimper, like a baby bird with a broken wing...and you paint your partners throbbing cock in a shuddery spray of spurts, then your basest bottom instincts kicking in, drop to your knees to suck your shameful squirts off her shaft and suck a fresh load of love through the flimsy fabric of her panties.
"Fuck! Am I the only one that bet Amy was the bottom bitch?!" Slade bellows, taking out his frustration on your ass. He rains down thundering blows on your bouncy bubble butt, bruising and battering it red and raw before filling it with a foot of fuck meat. The pain feels like a little prick, just a little love bite from a needle filled with pure pleasure, coursing through your veins as your cunt sucks his cock and your body betrays you to buck back on his bully boner. You lose your pretty pacifier as Brad pulls Amy away to show her what real domination is. As with Becca, she flips like a switch and surrenders sweetly, bouncing on his lap and kissing him hungrily. You feel a pang of jealousy, but you aren't entirely sure who for.
"Damn! This is one tight cunt! Hey, slut, open wide!" Slade pulls you back by your hair painfully and you open wide, hoping for a kiss even though he's more brutish than handsome and rude and rapey than romantic. "PTOOEY How's that for a kiss?! HAR HAR!" Slade snickers as his spit hits your face and runs down your moaning maw. You hate him more than ever, but it doesn't stop you from lapping up his slobber and licking his lips. You start to wonder if you are somehow encouraging his abuse, if you somehow manifest the monstrous in people because deep down you crave victimhood? Then Slade slams into your spurt spot so hard that you go cross eyed and cum like crazy, and you don't wonder about anything at all.
"Filthy fag! You don't deserve my cum! Here..." Slade sneers and grabs a boi by his throbbing prick. "You fuck this slut and then I'll fuck you when you get bimboified!" Slade pulls out of you, leaving you panting and pouting and paradoxically desperate to prove him wrong and 'earn' his cum, but you have to settle for the shrimpy shaft of a bottled up boi. Your hungry hole tightens around this thin, thrusting tool, and you feel a gush of gratitude for your body's ability to adapt to any size, even a shrimp like this loser.
The 'shrimp' is at least a few inches bigger than you were as a boi, and has way more stamina too. It's another humiliating hurdle for you to crawl under, each lower than the last. The boi is a buff beach body type, lean but cut, and obviously overcompensating for his insecurities in how hard and heavy he slams into your clapping cheeks. It's like your applauding your own assfucking and he grunts, "Fuck me?! Fuck you! See how I'm making this slut spurt?! I'm a stud! I'm not a bimboi! I'm MOOOOAAN!" He explodes inside you, and somehow you just know he's going to turn. The crowd closes in as he thrashes and thrusts, apparently trying to fuck his way out of it, but it doesn't help. He balloons out to a bottle blonde beach bunny and is pulled off of you to be passed around as the newest party favor.
You look around and see Ella sucking off three studs while a blushing boi bottoms out in her ass and begins to blossom into a busty brunette bimboi who is quickly claimed by the carnivorous crowd. You realize that this was the bullies plan all along...to plant seeds of doubts in their victims and then pluck them when they flower into fetching fembois. You look up at Slade as he spits on the beach bunny hopping on his hung horse cock and he shoots you a wink and a smirk. You wish you could put him in his place, but you suspect that even if you could perform that miracle, it would still be above you, sneering down.
Maybe it's best to accept your fate, once and for all. Flowery feelings and pretty words don't change what you are at the core. Maybe instead of fighting it, you should embrace it?
What will you do?
[[Accept your place at the bottom->accept your place at the bottom]]
[[Bring the bullies down->bring the bullies down]]You turn to beg for another chance, but the heavy steel door slams closed with a CLANG. You try to see something, anything in your new home for the next month, but it is pitch black inside. Your heart races and your breaths grow shallow and short. You feel dizzy, and worry if you black out that you won't even know it.
"Calm PANT PANTdown. Calm PANT down. You have PANT to breath." Your voice still sounds unfamiliarly feminine to you. Worse, it makes you even more turned on. You can't fathom how you can be so horrified and yet so horny. You try to take your mind off the latter by focusing on relieving the former. You put your arms out as far as they will stretch and walk forward. It is only a few steps before you hit a wall. You follow it along and find it is a square cell with no amenities other than a bucket and a bare, thin mattress on the floor.
"I'm in the hole. I thought they only had that in old prison movies. Wait...is it a bad sign that I'm already talking to myself? Should I stop? I should stop. I'm going to stoooooop...now." A minute or an hour passes as you sit on your mattress. "Sure is quiet in here. And me with this stupid, sexy voice. Like it's crazy how hot my voice is...like phone sex sultry. Oooh...I could totally beat off while talking sexy to myself!"
The moment you hear yourself say it, you know it is a dangerously stupid idea. You also know you are absolutely going to do it, and why go crazy waiting for nothing to happen when you can entertain yourself? You fumble for your cock and find it hard and hurting. You feel like it's been decades since you've cum. You run your palm over your cock head, coating it in copious precum. The smell is filthy and forbidden and intoxicating. Your tongue lolls as you use your pre as lube to stroke up and down your shaft. You wish you had gotten a better look at it before you got thrown in the dark, but you'd say it has to be a good nine inches at least, and crazy thick.
"Mmm. What a big, sexy cock you...UNGGGH!" You don't get a full sentence out before you are spurting sissy spunk all over your hands. You try to catch it all, but some lands on your breasts and chin as well. You've never cum so much or so hard. It's like every orgasm you ever had rolled into one and exploding out of your prick. It leaves you breathless, blissed out, and blessedly blank...for a few minutes anyway.
That's when you notice the smell...stronger by far than your precum, and filling the tiny room like a fuck fog. You consider scooping it into the bucket, but then it will just be sitting in this sweltering hole, putrifying and poisoning the air. You consider trying to rub it into your skin, but then you'd feel all crusty and icky and the savory smell would drive you crazy. You decide the safest course is to lick it up. Not because you want to of course, just to be as hygienic as possible.
You are addicted from the first time it touches your tongue. Like a kiss from God himself it lights up your tastebuds and sends pure love endorfuns and sissytonins flooding your brain and pumping pure pleasure through your veins with every loving lap. Before you know it, you have guzzled down every gooey gulp and cleaned yourself like a pussy. You take a moment to appreciate how fucked up all off this is.
Then you feel hungry...and horny, and horribly humiliatingly curious if your creamy cum would taste even better if you spurted it right into your slutty, slobbery mouth. Seconds later you are stroking, spittle sliding down your chin, spurty sticky sweet ropes of pure love all over your tantalized tongue and into your hungry maw. You feel like your swallowing your very first bite of birthday cake batter, and you want to lick the bowl. You get right back to work on your third batch of bliss biscuits of the day, only this time it takes three times as long to get a tenth of the good stuff.
You try to bend over far enough to suck your own sissy shaft, but it is a sisyphean stretch you just can't close. You end up falling to your mattress, splayed out...spent, yet starving, humbled and horny, hoping for a miracle you know won't come. Finally, you fall into a fitful half slumber filled with wet, whimpery nightmares.
[[Day 2->day 2]]ZAAAAAAAP
Your teeth clench tight as a current of electricity courses through you, waking you up from your senseless stupor. You have long grown accustomed to the sudden shocks spaced out every seven minutes. You don't even mind them anymore. They help break up the monotony of the day while you're waiting wet and willing for one of the crew to claim their reward. As an ancillary benefit, it short circuits something in your beleaguered brain everytime, causing you to spasm and spurt involuntarily and feel nice and empty inside.
Six minutes until the next ZAAAAP...
You don't have much time between the next shock, or the next reward, but either way you get to cum soon, so you don't care. You look over to your left and see Samantha being fucked hard and fast up the ass. The crew learned fast that it's best to wait for the ZAAAP and then pound away as fast as they can. They don't seem to enjoy the mind melting thrill of euphoric electroshock for some strange reason. You can't imagine why, but then again, you can't imagine anything anymore.
Five more minutes until your next ZAAAAP...
You sigh, seeing Samantha already has another pipe layer lined up to lay some pipe behind the builder flooding her cunt with his gooey goodness. You wish they favored you more, but the thrill of literally sticking it to their old boss wore off fast, and these bumbling brutes will pick the barely legal bimboi over the smilf any day of the week. You don't mind too much. There is always some old timer that doesn't want to wait in line or some younger buck that has a thing for mommies that eventually feeds one of your hungry holes. Besides, either way you get to go sploosh every seven minutes, so it's win/win.
Four minutes until the next ZAAAAAP...
You look over to your darling dickgurl daughter, and you can't help but be happy for her. An impatient riveter is taking his turn down her throat and she is happily, helplessly bouncing between a cock and a hard place. You wonder why she has tears in her eyes then? Wouldn't anyone be happy being fucked hard and fed hot man milk at both ends? What more could she want from life?
Three more minutes until ZAAAAAAAAP...
A life! She could want a LIFE! Not this endless heavenly Hell of being trapped between braindead bliss and the foggy fugue of failure and relentless regret! That stubborn sliver of sanity sticking in your brain and refusing to let go no matter how much it melts or boils. You wish it would let you go. Better to be brainless and blissful than live for fleeting moments with the pointless, powerless pain of all you have thrown away for the thrill of a hard cock or hot course of eroticity...
Two more minutes until ZAAAAAAAP...
No! There has to be a way out of this! You had a plan! You know you did...but what was it? Something to do with hide and seek? No, that's stupid...it was...seek and destroy? No...divide...YES! Divide, and conquer. That's it! You have the perfect plan to free yourself from this prison and reclaim your empire. All you have to do is...
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP
You never were good at counting time without a watch. And so the endless cycle turns again, day to day, worksite to worksite, year to year, you are trapped in an eternal and pointless struggle. You are cast into the darkest depths of Hell and shot by lightning up to the hedonistic heights of Heaven. You are stuck here physically, mentally, existentially, and happily...now...until...
The End
(Ending 17: Nine to Five Slut)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]"Stop talking to yourself like that! You are not hopeless! You are too smart to fall for that shit! You can't just fuck up one choice and give up after that like you have no other options! That's not one bad choice! It's a fucking million of the same bad choice over and fucking over again! Fucking fight back! Stand up for yourself! If you have to...make a million right choices every day before breakfast just to get out of bed. It's exhausting! It's unfair! But no one else can do it for you! If you can do it once, you can keep doing it...no matter how many times you have to start over and try again!"
You are a little dizzy by the time you finish your little pep talk. You have gained a little color in your cheeks and you almost look halfway human again. You hear the sounds of groaning studs and whimpering bimbois stirring, and realize that your little TED talk woke up the whole house. You blush brightly and smile as you realize how cute you look when you're embarrassed. You always figured you looked stupid when you where shamefaced, but you look...well, human. It's only sociopaths like Slade that don't blush. Everyone else feels shame.
And it hits you that shame isn't always a bad thing. Shame can remind you of your responsibilities. Shame can help shape you into the kind of person that you want to be, if only to avoid embarrassment. Shame can also make you stupid and slutty, but you're still figuring that out.
BOOM BOOM
"HEY! SELF ACTUALIZE LATER, SLUT! I'VE GOTTA SHIT!" Slade's voice booms through the door louder than his banging fist. Everything in you wants to defer to him, to throw yourself on your knees and beg him to breed you. You'll just have to wait patiently, panting at his feet like a proper pet, while he takes a dump first.
[[Fuuuuck that.->fuck that]]You reluctantly take the plaid panties and matching bra and shoo Drew away so you can change. You kick yourself as he goes to the restroom. If you had just allowed him to jerk off in the bathroom in the first place, you wouldn't be bimboified and allergic to boxers. You guess there's no use in crying over spilled cock milk and you waste no time in shimmying into your panties.
You wish you hated it. You tell yourself you do, but the moment your cock touches the silk it rises, resurrected and ready for more fun. It feels tight in the rear, and your realize, reddening that it's probably because the bimbug made you sluttier than the sissy or slut that wore these. You feel your blush spread all over your body and you hurry to put the bra on too so you can get changed. It takes a few fumbling tries, but you eventually manage to get it fastened. Your new bountiful breasts barely fit inside them, and again you curse yourself for ending up with the deck 'stacked' against you. You know you shouldn't, but you have to sate your curiosity and get a quick look at yourself in the mirror.
It's worse than you imagined. You are the sexiest creature you have ever seen. You barely look human anymore, looking more like a pornographic cartoon character for how exaggerated your feminine features are now. You attacked Drew for suggesting the bimbug turned you inside out, but you have heard the same theories bandied back and forth too. Even if this isn't the real you, how will you ever get anyone to believe it? One look at anyone that looked like this and you would assume she was a wanton whore, eager for any and all cummers. Maybe you would be right...your cock is harder and hurtier than ever, but it pales in comparison with the agonizingly arousing ache of your nipples and asshole.
"Fuck! Fuck FUUUUUUCK!" You scream incoherently, smashing the mirror and slicing your hand open. You pick up a jagged shard, seeing your scared eyes in the reflection covered by a ripe red. You look at your bleeding hand and for a moment you get an awful idea to fix the damage the bimbug did to your body. Before you can start slicing, your hand heals as you stare stunned. You'd read about the remarkable healing properties of the bimbug, but never dreamed it would work so fast to make self mutilation pointless. And to add insult to lack of injury, you feel hornier than ever. "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!"
You scream and sob and thrash and at some point you feel a blanket wrap around you. Drew pulls you close as you burn and freeze at the same time, rocking you like a baby and whispering sweetly, "It's okay...it's okay. I promise it will get easier. We'll get through this one day at a time. But right now you are crashing. The infection is going to burn you up from the inside out and leave you a brainless bottom baby. We need you to cum...and cum a lot. I don't think you're ready to get fucked, if you ever will be. But I know you're ready to punish my ass with that pulsing prick. Maybe you can even make me clean it after with my smart mouth."
You look up at Drew with tender, tremulous eyes. He is taking such a femmey tone and bratty bitch affect which you know for a fact is anathema to him. You need his help...need it so bad, but even though you still want to blame him for your mistakes, you are too good of a friend not to ask, "B-b-but, Drew, I thought you didn't like to get topped by smaller guys. I thought you only liked studs to bully you."
Drew winces but them smiles broadly. You wonder how many pairs of panties he's melted with that smile. You wonder if one day he'll melt yours. Tonight he seems satisfied in melting your heart, saying, "Yeah, that's normally true. But you're my best friend, and I'll do anything I can to help you...and..." he wipes a tear away, "I kinda always liked you this way."
You twist your body with surprising speed, pulling the pretty bimboi into a kiss and pinning him to the floor. You feel his muscles tighten like steel cables under silk as he pulls you in closer. Your breasts crush against him and your ass puckers hard around your plug. Your tongue slides deep into his throat and you slide it around his, pinning it down and ignoring the tortuous tickle in your own throat or the instinct to suck on his tongue just as eagerly as you did his cock. You push those thoughts away with an angry growl, pulling his plug out with one hand and your prick free from your panties with the other. You look into Drew's eyes, seeing the confused hunger in them and you return his look of lost lust as he whimpers, "Please...DON'T be gentle."
You aren't sure if his plea was more for your benefit or his, but at this point you don't care. You answer with a roar, ramming your hard cock to the hilt inside his craving cunt. For a tomboi, he takes to getting fucked like a fish to water, wrapping his powerful legs around you and pulling you deeper inside him as you pound down hard and hangry. You bury your face in his breasts, they feel hard under his satiny skin too. You soon find out why, when sucking his swollen nipple and a jet of sticky seed squirts on your tongue. Surprised but too horny to care, you swallow it down and tell yourself this isn't the gayest way you could take care of your cravings.
"Oh...GoOOOoooOoood! Fuck meeeEEEeeeeeEeeEEE!" Drew thrusts his hips up and uses his powerful limbs to pull you back down and soon he's controlling the pace while you helplessly nurse his cum squirting nipples and fill him full of your own sticky spurts. You can't stop cumming, not that you'd want to. It's the most insanely intense orgasm of your life, and every second you spend sawing in and out of your friends tight hole or slurping down her thick milk is better than the last and all are more mind meltingly magical than you could have ever imagined. You just keep letting Drew take the lead, for one sublime second unworried about what it means if he is in control even when you're the one fucking HIS ass, and you just keep shooting your load and gulping down his until you are both drained dry.
After a few minutes of slow grinding and soft kisses, Drew breaks the kiss, saying, "Sorry. I guess I needed that almost as bad as you did. Tell you what. For the rest of the night, you can take charge. Strip me down, dress me up, whatever helps, man. I'll suck or fuck whenever you ask. We'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here. How does that sound?"
[[Is that a rhetorical question?->is that rhetorical question]]<img src="https://i.ibb.co/vYD969D/The-Bimbug.png">Your eyelids feel like they weigh a metric ton as you come to. Your vision is still blurry but you can make out a nameplate reading, 'Ms. Joan: Guidance Counselor.' You struggle to sit up straight and form a question, but your tongue slides about like a disobedient slug. You finally manage to garble, "Wuh? Wha? Whaaaaat am I doing here? Where is here?"
Your bimbug body begins rejecting the drug and you can see clearly. A dainty little doll that barely sits above the desk chirps cheerily, "Wow. I didn't take you as the phillysopical type! Here is the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs. You signed up and registered yourself as a Class 1 Contagion...which uh isn't a good thing by the way. So for the time being, you are enrolled in our private penistent...peniletentai...school! But don't worry, all your vict...uh friends enrolled in our academy too, so you won't be lonely."
There has to be some mistake! No one feels worse than you about what you did during one night of diseased, drunken desire, but you aren't a contagion! You would never spread your disease again, at least not unless someone asked you nicely. You find a scrap of pride buried deep inside somewhere and protest, "Listen, I know I made a mistake...seven mistakes, but I won't make the same mistake again. I'm not a bad person, and I'm trying to do better, and I don't deserve to be here!"
The pint size porcelain princess stands up and slams her fist onto the desk in a less than deafening thud. It's all the more impressive for it's impotence. The cute little counselor quakes with rage, and you shiver as you recognize a seething pit of regret and fury that dwarfs your own. "DESERVE?! IF WE GOT WHAT WE DESERVED, I'D BE BURIED IN A CONCRETE POOL UNDER A TOWERING SKY SCRAPER!" She takes a deep breath, and as if flipping a switch is suddenly sweetness and light. "But luckily Samantha Jenkins herself saw the good in me, and I truly believe she would see the good in you. So for the safety of everyone, it would be best if you finish your senior year here in the B campus which is exclusively bimbois for infucksion control porpoises, and as an antsillorary benefit, you will get a first rate diploma that will put you at the head of the line at any college you might choose to attend."
You consider your options, and seeing as you don't actually have any, you decide that you might as well get with the program. After all, you do want to make amends and learn how to make better decisions, and going to a posh private school populated by beautiful bimbois hardly sounds like a punishment. So, you take a deep breath, sigh, and say, "Okay...I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."
Ms. Joan smiles so bright it's almost blinding, "That's great news! Your old friend is waiting outside and she says she can't wait to show you to your new room. I don't know why she wanted to change her name, 'Samamtha' makes such a pretty sound when you say it out loud. Still, I think you'll find her new name suits her perfectly!"
[[Time to meet Diabolique->meet diabolique]]It's not that you don't trust Diabolique...scratch that, it's exactly that you don't trust her. She already tricked you into signing up for quarantine, who knows what else she's got brewing in her cauldron? You owe her a lot, but you don't owe her allowing her free rein to abuse you. "Sorry, Diabolique. I'll have to earn the last 1% of your forgiveness anoOoOOoooh!"
Your refusal is cut off by your bimboi body's healing factor kicking in and the holes trying to close around your piercings only to be cut off by cold, hard steel. A feverish flush washes over you like a wanting wave as your body responds to the pain with a gush of pain killers. Your nipples and cock are achingly hard and your ass even more achingly empty. You realize too late Diabolique's diabolical prank, if you leave these in, you'll be constantly horny and begging to be milked. It occurs to you that this low grade fever explains a lot of Becca's crazier impulses, and you certainly don't want to end up as wild and wanton as her, so you try to unscrew your piercings. "Hey! They won't come off! What did you do, Diabolique?!"
"Me? I just gave you a taste of your own medicine. It's not like I chose to walk around hot and horny all the time. So now you can put up with it for awhile and I'll give you the solvent to dissolve the super glue on your pretty piercings. Heee heee heew" Diabolique laughs musically but maliciously. You wish she wasn't so goddamned cute when she laughed. It makes it harder to hate her when you have a hard on for her at the same time.
You also wish she didn't have a point. Your libido is wild too, but it's mostly manageable and it stems from your own innate desires. You chose your change, but Diabolique had hers thrust upon her. Perhaps this is a penance you should pay? You owe her a lot more than an apology, maybe even more than the freedom you sort of willingly gave up. You ask yourself, is there any limit to what I owe her if she doesn't feel justice is done.
Then it hits you. Fuck yes it does. You aren't helping her by letting her abuse you. If anything, letting her bully you without any resistance is enabling a cycle of abuse and will only lead to more sorrow for her and potentially other victims. You stand firm, very firm as another tremor throbs through you, and refuse resolutely, "No. You'll take these out now, or I will report this abuse to the RA's. I will do a lot to make amends to you, Diabolique, but I won't let you destroy yourself to hurt me."
She stares at you for a good long time. She looks hard for any cracks in your resolve, but it's as hard as the steel in your hard, crying cock. She ponders the probability of anyone believing a version of events where this makes you the bad guy, and seems to come up with the math in your favor. Finally, she sighs and pulls out a locket from her black blouse. You wish you could say you weren't ogling her creamy cleavage so elegantly framed by the white lace, but it's like her cruelty only makes her coquettish coolness more compelling. She opens the locket, carefully hiding the pictures inside from your sight, and takes out a teeny tiny eye dropper. She sighs and applies a drop to the end of every screw on end, and says, "Huff! Fine! Be that way! They should come off now, so you don't have to be a tattle tale. I was gonna take them off anyway...eventually."
You look at her fetchingly frustrated face and smile warmly. You think you could learn to like this bully belle. You look on your bed and see a plain pair of panties, a bra, stockings, a white blouse and a shortish pleated skirt. Without removing the piercings, you start putting on your clothes, panting by the time you are dressed, but enduring the feeling of hot, hurty horniness...for now. Diabolique notices you aren't removing your piercings and asks, "What? Don't you trust me?! I said you can take them off! Why are you walking around wearing them if you know you don't have to?!"
You turn and answer, "Because you weren't wrong that I need to learn my lesson. A part of me still hasn't accepted the weight of my crime, or I wouldn't have blamed you for tricking me into quarantine when I should have volunteered for it. The lesson wouldn't mean anything if I didn't have a choice in it, and I don't want your sorrow to turn to hate. You're better than that, Diabolique." She looks at you like she wants to punch a crater in your face and fuck the hole. She looks at you like you are some kind of unfathomable alien that she cannot begin to comprehend. She looks at you like she is scared of you...like she is scared of what she is going to end up doing to you if she keeps this up...like she's scared of what it will do to her.
Then, she looks at you like she wants to kiss you, and cries out, "Dammit, why did you have to be a cute, kind, caring cunt?! Couldn't you just be evil so I can vanquish you and move on?!" Diabolique doesn't vanquish you, but she does tackle you to your bottom bunk and pin you down, kissing your buzzing beestung lips and caressing your tingling tongue with hers. Buttons fly as she rips open your blouse and then she pulls your bra down to nurse your painfully puffy nipples. You moan and writhe against her, unable to stop her as she kisses your boo boos down to your belly button, then flips up your skirt to pet your pulsing prick. You know you don't deserve her being so loving all of a sudden, but you get the feeling this isn't about you.
"I'm not a bad person! I swear I'm not! I just..." Diabolique drones on as she peels off your panties and lifts her petticoats to line her pale prick up against your hot hole. "I think I need to hate fuck you...and hate kiss you...and hate hold you...just to get it out of my system!" You know you definitely don't deserve this, but Diabolique does, even if you can't begin to fathom why she wants it. Not that she seems to be asking permission. She SLAMS into you in one throttling thrust that rattles your teeth and curls your toes. The gothic lolita lets loose, grabbing your wide hips with her dainty digits, digging deep as she pulls you on and off her pistoning prick. You hope you have a clean uniform in the closet, because yours is soon soaked with spurts and sweat.
Now you fully understand why Becca endures the constant hum of hungry horniness...the trade off is mind blowing orgasms that push your bimboi body to its lewdest limits. Every few seconds your body heals around it's piercings and seizes and spasms as the pinching pain is replaced by a paroxysm of pleasure. Your cunt clenches tighter around her cock with every sweltering surge, which in turn spurs her to pound you harder, creating a filthy feverish feedback loop.
"Fucking SHHLP stupid SLURP slut! Why MMPH are SICK you LAP so MMM fucking LICK cute?!" Diabolique questions you between kisses as she punishes you with her prick. You love feeling her hurt and hatred filling you up as your legs wrap around her lovingly. There is something different from the way you felt when you lustfully let Slade dominate degrade, defile, and destroy you. You can't quite put your finger on it, then a particularly powerful climax comes crashing down on you and weighs you down with a heavy awareness...you aren't an object of hatred being weaponized to hurt others this time. You are a vessel of hope and healing being used to hold the hurt and hatred and humiliation killing Diabolique inside.
"Fuck NNNH fuck MOAN fuck OOOOH you!" Diabolique still has plenty to spare apparently, but she lets at least a gallon go as she floods you with her searing seed. She keeps pumping...forcing her spurts out of you like thick ropes of regret. You hold her tight as she screams and sobs into your neck and fucks another hot, hateful load into you. Finally, she slumps over you, spent and sobbing and you squeeze her as tight as you can.
You rock back and forth until her sniffles turn to wet whimpers and eventually calm coos. She pushes away slightly, and you release her from your grip. She looks down at you, a mix of love and loathing twisting her face making it ambivalently alarming and alluring. "I still don't forgive you...but...maybe I can try to start. If we aren't going to be mortal enemies, I guess we can try to get along in the meantime. So, call me Dee. All my friends do...not that I've made any, and not that we're friends..." Dee trails off embarrassed and you smile and nod, letting her know you understand, even if she doesn't quite yet.
"Oh shit! We're gonna be late for class! Hurry up! There's more clothes in the closet! I don't want to get blamed for you being tardy either!" Dee hops up and rushes out the door, leaving you to scramble to change into another school uniform and worry about whether Dee will ever forgive you later. You don't have time to remove the piercings, so on top of everything you will have to find your first class horny as well...
[[Oh well, Geometry time!->geometry time]]You manage to make it to class in time by running like your ass is on fire. Unfortunately, that leaves you with only one seat, head of the class, next to Greta, the geek you turned into a bimboi. She is wearing the normal school uniform, which suits her mousey minx look. She's put her blonde pleated pigtails and she wears thick black rimmed glasses, even though you know she must have 20/20 vision now. You suppose it's a nerd thing, but you aren't exactly Joe Cool yourself. Besides, you did bimboify the poor bastard, so you can at least sit next to him and make small talk.
"Hi, Greta, I'm Amy. I mean, I'm Greta...but you know that, you bimboified me." She blushes like she is the one that should be ashamed and babbles, "Sorry, I don't mean to point fingers. I'm just not used to talking to pretty girls, even though I'm a pretty girl now. Which has been great by the way. I know I should be mad and all but," she leans into whisper, "it's been amaze balls! I've been getting so much..." she blushes and whispers lower, "action! Anyway, if you still feel guilty about it, you can do me a favor and join me for Anime Club after school?"
She looks so eager, and it's such a small price to pay for putting her in this position in the first place, and to be honest, it doesn't exactly suck to find a needy nerd so socially awkward that they think you're cool. You whisper, "Sure, no problem," and try to focus on class. It ends up being a lot...harder than you thought it would be. You can barely pick out one out of every three words, but Greta is taking notes like no one's business. You guess she has a thing or two to teach you too...
"All you've got to do is get plugged." Greta explains as she walks you to the next class. "It helps take the edge off and helps you focus." As if she was offering you a breath mint, she reaches into her backpack and hands you a sparkly pink buttplug. You take it quickly, a little surprised at how she can be so embarrased to talk pretty girls but still comfortable enough to pass you a plug in the busy halls. You wonder if maybe you are the one who has their priorities out of whack, but you don't have time to ponder it if you want to 'plug in' and make it to the next class on time.
You excuse yourself and Greta gives you a knowing nod as you head into the restroom. You keep your head down and head to a stall, ignoring the crowd of bimbois gossiping and glamming up between classes. At this point the horny hum of your piercings has risen to a dull roar, and you are willing to risk being tardy for a little relief. You sit in the cramped stall and immediately pull your panties to the side to slide your pretty pink plug in with a PLOP. It sends sweltering shivers up your spine and down to your swelling shaft. Your tongue lolls lewdly as you start stroking, doing your best to keep your moans to a minimum.
Apparently you didn't do such a good job, because the stall door opens and three tall, tough looking bimbois in matching black blouses, red torn tartan skirts, and fishnet stockings with steel toed boots stand surrounding you and sneering. You notice a blood red 'D' on their blouses as the scariest of the three snarls, "Well don't stop now, slut. Give us a show." You look pitifully up at them, but finding no pity in their eyes, you decide it's best to do what they say.
You feel so strange...it's not as if you haven't had more public displays than this, but you still keenly feel the humiliation of the harpies hovering over you and judging you while you jerk. "Check it out, Donna, the little sissy looks like she's gonna cry before she cums!" The apparent leader of the pack points and laughs and somehow that only makes you clench down tighter on your plug and pump your pulsing prick harder.
"Oh em gee! I think you're right, Donna! These mid semester trannys are always the wimpiest wusses. Even tho' this one is trying to look all cool with that shit in her face." One third of the trio answers and you deduce what the D on their blouse stands for...dickheads. You ignore their taunts, not wanting to make waves when you're struggling to keep your head above water. Still, it isn't lost on you that despite all your recent soul searching and attempts to stand up for yourself, your default position is looking up at your tormentors lustfully while obeying their warped, wanton whims.
"Holy shit, Donnas! Here it cums!" The Dickheads leader calls out and just as you are about to correct her, your shaft starts shooting seed so hard and fast it hits you in the face. Suddenly all you can see is their hungry eyes as you lap up your load off your flushed face and keep stroking and squeezing until you're drip dry. You make a show of slowly sucking your spurts off of your dainty digits one by one and looking them in the eyes defiantly, even proudly.
You don't fully understand why, but you feel like it's a moral victory of sorts even if it's a Pyrrhic one. One thing hasn't changed about school, you are surrounded by dickheads with no one you can really trust to watch your back. One thing that has changed, for the first time, you aren't blaming yourself for getting bullied. This is firmly on the dickheads, and they seem to know it. "Come on, D's. We're gonna be late to class. Sides, it's no fun when they're into it." The leader snaps and her lackeys follow her out of the restroom. You hear the bell ring shortly after and make a mad dash to your next class...
Fortunately the teacher gives you a break and lets you off with a warning. The plug seems to be helping some as well, you can actually pick up one of every two words now and get almost a whole page of notes on the French Revolution. Then, you look over at someone else's notes and realize you are in French class and you make a mental note to get Greta on your good side so she will help you learn how to study better.
The rest of the day is largely uneventful, other than the trips to the restroom to relieve stress and spurt between classes. Even those seem pretty standard based on the moans and whimpers you hear in other stalls. You don't run into the Dickheads again, or any of your old 'friends', which you chalk up to this being a surprisingly big campus for being bimboi exclusive. Even at lunch you don't see a solitary soul you recognize, and you end up eating alone, just grateful for the time to reflect. Maybe you can make a change here and end your senior year with the kind of memories you always hear adults talk about but never experienced yourself. First things first, you've got to keep your head down and try to repair some of the damage you did to land you in here.
....
It seems to be working so far, you've made it to the end of your first day with a minimum of humiliation and horniness. You figure compared to what you've been through so far, hanging out with the geek girls in anime club will be a breeze.
[[Why not?->so why not]]You return to your room in a daze, having changed back into your school uniform and said your good byes on autopilot. You are happy to have helped Greta find a geeky girlfriend and turn anime club awesome, but learning you are missing weeks of your time is terrifying. You need to find out what else you don't know, and you suspect your guidance counselor is as lost as you are, but Dee seems to know all the angles.
Dee is waiting for you when you arrive, wearing her funeral appropriate tea dress and looking surprisingly sheepish. She is holding her phone and you sneak a peek to see Greta texted her about how 'amazeballs' anime club was. Dee demures, "So I hear you had a fun time at anime club..."
"What the fuck, Dee?! When are you going to start telling me the truth?! What is this place?! A school? A quarantine clinic? A prison? Am I being punished or rehabilitated or experimented on? Are you my enemy? My friend? Or my jailer?" You are in tears by the time you finish, fallen to your knees and your head hanging down. You feel drained...deceived...defeated before you even got to know what the rules were...
"I'm sorry, Amy, but, honestly I think the answer to all of your questions is all of the above. I wish I could say more, but this place is real strict, and even more secretive. I know you were on lockdown for weeks, but I don't know why. I know we're all on some kind double secret academic probation, but I don't know what that means. I know they told me I am in charge of your tutoring, and at first I thought that meant I just got to bully you, but now I think I might have to help you to graduate. I'm scared and I don't know if I can trust you, and you definitely won't trust me after all the times I've lied to you, and it just all feels so hopeless and I can't even hate you anymore and that hurts worse than anything!" Dee collapses, draping herself over you heaving sobs.
Your head feels like it weighs a ton, your heart feels ten times as heavy, and your limbs feel locked at your side. How can you comfort her? What right do you even have to try after getting her into this mess in the first place? No right at all...and there's no point in trying...except...
"I trust you." Dee looks up more confused than consoled, and you continue, not knowing what you are saying, "Maybe I shouldn't. It definitely hasn't worked out great for me so far. But I believe you somehow...or maybe I just believe in you. When everyone's life was shattered, you were the one that got everyone together and found a place to make us whole. If this ends up not being that place, we'll find a new one together. There's something spooky about this school, but maybe there should be. This is serious business. Anyone of us could go onto infect the unwilling. Maybe all this secrecy is to protect us from ourselves as much as it is to protect the world from us. Whatever happens, I will do everything I can to help you, and I know I can trust you to do the same for me, even though you have every reason not to." You realize as you finish that you have wrapped arms around her and you somehow lifted your head to stare deep into her eyes.
"Okay...but if you are going to help me out, you need to be willing to promise that nothing we talk about or..." Dee blushes and bites her bottom lip, "or that we DO together leaves this dorm." You nod dumbly and Dee kisses you deeply. No words are exchanged and none necessary as she sucks your tongue into her mouth and pins it down possesively with hers. She lifts she skirt and petticoats and RIPS open her rumba shorts before yanking off your panties and aiming her pretty pucker up against your pulsing prick.
A muffled moan is more than enough explanation for what she needs next. Dee slides down your dick until her pert ass is snuggly settled against your smooth sack. She just sits there, nursing your neck and nibbling on your lower lip as she rolls her hips and whimpers. You don't know what to do next, but your body does. You slowly start to lift her off of your shaft, wanting to pull her all the way up and down just like you like to get fucked. Frantic and fumbley, your hands slip and she crashes back down on your cock, groaning and giggling.
This time, she tries her hand at lifting herself off your throbbing cock, but her hands are full with your heaving breasts, and excited and overeager she loses her footing three quarters up and slips all the way down. Now you are both laughing lustily and bucking and bouncing inexpertly and ill timed and holding onto each other for dear life so neither breaks their neck trying to bust a nut. It is the worst sex you have ever had...and the best. You stumble and bumble and snicker and snort your ways to a sweaty, strained shallow spurt and a D minus dribble. Dee collapses on top of you, bumping her teeth on yours as she kisses you and cracking up, "Wah HEE wah AH HAA was it HEH HEH guh HAAA good for you? A HA HAAAAAA HAAAA HAAAAAAA!"
You both laugh so hard it hurts and your pain killers pump through you and you laugh even harder. Holding each other tight so your sides don't split, you cackle, "Wait...so I can't brag to anyone about what a stud I was tonite? A HAA HAAA HAAA HEEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE!" You set off another painful peal of laughter and rock back and forth with your raucous roomie.
Eventually the laughter dies down to a dull roar and eventually ends all together. Still holding each other, Dee surprises you when she snuggles in closer and says, "Thanks. I needed that. The laugh and the shitty sex. It's weird that even awful sex feels awesome now, isn't it?" Dee pauses but you can sense she isn't waiting for you to answer. She has something she needs to say, "I guess that's one thing I love. That...and getting fucked. I wish I didn't. Ever since that fucking party I've been obsessed by it. It feels soooo good, but I can't look anyone in the eye ever again after they've cum in me."
Dee pulls back and looks you dead in the eye without a hint of regret or remorse. "Except you apparently. How fucked is that? Well, until we can figure that out, you are just going to have to be my fuck study buddy. But everytime you fuck it up, I'll just have to show you how it's done and pound your throat or ass until you see how to do it. Then we start over again and see if you can't learn from your mistakes after all." Dee smiles wickedly and you bite her bottom lip until it bleeds. "Oh you little bitch! I can see I'm going to have to spend all night tutoring you!"
And she does...long into the night...giggles give way to groans as your glistening skin glows in the moonlight...you lose track of how many loads she fills you with to teach you how to pound her pussy properly and how to stretch her throat satisfactorily. In time you improve your grade up to a B- and then you both slip into sweet, sublime slumber, knowing you'll have plenty of time to study tomorrow.
[[Or will you?->or will you]]You step inside the classroom where Greta told you to meet her for anime club and see a group of five bimbois surrounding her like cannibals lined around a pot. She sees you and her eyes light up so bright you can see the excitement through her coke bottle lens glasses. Looking closer, you realize they are made from actual coke bottles and you wonder if her outfit might be more depraved cosplay than dress code.
"Amy! You made it! Awesome! So, as the newest member of anime club, I am the group waifu. You probably recognized my 'Annabelle Texas' from 'America High: Dragon's die in darkness (Blood tears cried at dawn)' cosplay. We were hoping you would be the waifu with me today, and if you like it, you can join too!" Greta grabs you and leads you closer to the gaggle of geeks, who eye you with a look of apprehension mixed with arousal.
"But...she's got a 'Bad Bimboi' badge! She's gonna bully us!" A ginger geek that's just a head taller than a leprechaun cries out and you hear muffled murmurs of agreement. It's only now that you notice the bright blue 'B' emblazoned on your blouse. You must have seen it when you put it on, but you guess you figured it just stood for 'Bimboi' and paid it no mind. Now that you are officially recognized as a 'Bad Bimboi', it explains why most students seem to avoid you, and why the delinquents want to pick on you in a pack, rather than risk it one on one.
Now in the unenviable position of placating a pack of poindexters so they will give you the dubious honor of being their waifu, you once again have to remind yourself that if being a better person and trying to fix your mistakes was easy, then everyone would do it. "Relax, guys. I'm not a bully. I made some terrible choices and infected some bois, but you don't have to worry about that anymore, right?"
A dweeb with D cups and dark hair steps forward and bravely stammers, "W-w-well if you aren't going to be a bad bimboi, then you have to follow the rules. Go to the closet and pick one of the cosplay outfits so we can get started." She immediately drops eye contact and retreats back behind her fellow fragile feebs. You wonder if these gorgeous geeks have looked in a mirror and seen how stunning they look? They all act like the same scared little church mice they were as bois. You wonder if you can help bring them out of their shells with a little magical girl charm.
You follow their bylaws and pop into the classroom's closet. It is teaming with an outrageous assortment of outfits from shows you've never heard of or seldom seen. You assume they will want you to stay in character, but you have no idea who any of these characters are. You like anime as much as the next shy shut in, but this is some seriously obscure canon. Then, you see an outfit you recognize!
You strip down naked and take out your plug, just in case they complain about the accuracy of your accessories. Luckily, Pirate Jenny of Hidden Piece, not only has piercings in both the manga and anime adaptations, she also hides a hidden pistol in her panties to boot. The outfit is a garish pirate coat cut high to offer plenty of opportunity for panty shots, and worn open so your bare breasts can be just barely covered by twin bandoleras. Your 'skirt' is the tattered skull and crossbones flag and your thigh high pirate boots give an imposing illicit image of a girl that's not to be fucked with. Your trademark patchwork panties, however, are a reminder that Jenny was basically rape bait in the series and her panties got ripped off so often that she was always having her cabin boi, Lucky, sew them up for her. You suppose her inner strength and plucky bravado despite constant degradation is what always drew you to the character, and as you put on your pink pirate hat and heart shaped eye patch, you feel confident you can convey that in your cosplay.
"Oh nice! It's Kaizoku Jenī!" One of the blonde beta bimbois cries out and soon you are surrounded by swooning dweebettes. You can practically feel their eyes tickling your colon as they peer under your skirt and you feel a plethora of predatory pokes on your breasts and buttocks, the latter of which you are pretty sure aren't all from fingers. You know it's only a matter of time before they make a move, what with their whimpery wet wanting wheezes and eager eyes. "Pop quiz time! In Episode 506: The Long Hard Knight of Torture, who is it that delivers the note to Mistress Psycho Kiss reveal-"
You pull the blonde bimboi into a kiss, answering her the way Pirate Jenny would while her friends fan themselves and push each other for a better view. You suspect this is the nerdette's first kiss, as she just keeps trying to pull her lips away and lick your tongue like they do in the japanese pornos. You can't believe it, it's too impossible to consider, but you finally have break the kiss to ask, "Are you all actually still virgins? You guys have super sexed up bodies and all look like super models in the ugly duckling outfit before you get the 'learning to be hot by combing your hair and wearing flattering clothes. How are you not at least fucking each other like all the fucking time?"
You immediately feel guilty as the geeks back up and get all flinchy. You didn't mean to sound so harsh, and now you are feeling like the Bad Bimboi your badge denotes. Finally, Greta explains, "Well, uhm...I think for some of us, we feel like we've been put behind the wheels of a Maserati without ever learning to ride a bike. Others are worried we'll turn gay. Others worry we will do it wrong and maybe hurt someone or get laughed at or...someone will point out we learned what little we know from watching porn. So the waifu role is about being a safe girl to look at, maybe touch, but nothing to heavy so we all stay safe...and straight."
You look over at the roomful of nodding nerds and realize you have a chance to actually make their lives better. You lift your leg onto a desk bent at the knee for a patented Pirate Jenny panty shot pose and pronounce, "Safe?! Who said love was ever supposed to be safe?! Sex isn't even safe! It's sailing a ship into a violent storm that wants to swallow you up! Sure you might get dashed on the hard rocks of failure! But your crew will pick you up again and there will always be another storm! You don't learn how to sail by being safe! You learn the same way you learn how to fuck: do it badly, but do it often, and some day you'll find the storm that sails towards you!"
"That's the speech from Episode 408: Can Love Blossom on a Battlefield! Pirate Jenny gives it to MadaMMPH MMMM SHLLP" the blonde bimboi is interrupted again, this time by Greta who holds her tight and doesn't stop kissing her until they both get it right. From the looks of things, they will both need a lot more practice, but neither of them seems to mind putting in the work, and the rest of the club watches and whimpers as their Club Waifu becomes a lot more hands on.
You get their attention back to you by wolf whistling and asking, "So which of you land lubbers wants to sail into my storm?" Four pairs of fumbling hands answer affirmatively, groping your bare breasts and pulling off your patchwork panties. One or two might have even watched a kissing tutorial on youtube, because a few of the kisses are downright succulent, scattered between the plaintive pecks and porntastic tongue plungers not withstanding. Thankfully, shove cock in hole isn't too complicated even for a beginner's class like this, and what they lack in experience, they make up for with brevity.
You are covered in cum within minutes as the nerds nut upon first sliding their shuddering shafts past your plump cheeks or throbbing and tentatively touching your titties and unleashing a torrent. Despite their embarrassment at being such premature pests, your constant coos of encouragement, plus the fact that the sheen of their seed on your skin making the cosplay that much more accurate, makes them willing to band together after their shipwreck and try again!
"Fuck! You NNGH nerds OOH learn NNF fast!" Your encouragement is genuine this time, as after getting a second wind, they manage to plunge their pricks in both of your hungry holes and pound away at you for a lot longer. Meanwhile their friends line up behind them and form a chain at each end fucking the ass arched alluringly in front of them. No one seems worried about being gay anymore, not after cumming so hard on a cock they cry out in kanji. They might not be able to find a literal translation for what they are now, but some things are beyond words.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
You hear a buzzer blaring, signaling the end of the session and sending everyone shooting deep inside the person in front of them. You explode in a fountain of filthy bliss, christening the club as honorary crew member of the Heading Happy and grabbing Greta to give her a hungry kiss that she just barely survives before you swallow her whole. She beams beautifully and whispers, "Thank you so much! I had the biggest crush on Fiona but couldn't get her to do anything for weeks but stare at me because she thought it was gay! Now that I fucked the cum out of her, she wants to be my girlfriend!"
You smile and feel a pang of pride and a weight lifted, and then you wonder what Greta meant about weeks. How long were you out before you woke up in the guidance counselor's office? You wonder how long you've been at the SJC, and if there is anyone out there that is even bothering to look for you?
[[Does anyone even care?->does anyone even care]]You feel like Sasha needs help more urgently than the rest. If she's been here weeks, surrounded by such lovely creatures, and hasn't made a single friend, then things are even worse than you feared. You feel a pang of guilt for not seeking her out sooner. You suppose you wanted the easier wins, but what's the point if you left the most victimized alone with no help at all?
First, you have to get through a long day of classes, still horny from the piercings, but feeling like taking them out would be like losing Dee all over again. Luckily, the plug Greta gifted you helps you keep your head above water. By the time the day is over, all you want to do is climb into bed and cry yourself to sleep, but you know you aren't the only one with problems. Instead, you find a student directory and look up Sasha's room and head over to pay her a visit.
You knock on her door and hear her shuffling around, but she doesn't open the door. After a few minutes of waiting anxiously you say, "Sasha? It's Amy...you know the bimboi...that uhm..." you are a little surprised at how hard it is to say. You had hoped it would get easier, but it certainly isn't at the moment. It doesn't matter how hard it is, you promised to make a million right choices to counter your bad ones if that's what it took, and that's what you'll do. "Sorry. I didn't mean to trail off. I'm the bimboi that infected you on purpose to please an abusive bigot. I'm not here to ask for forgiveness, but I would like to help in any way I can."
The door opens and the most beautiful bimboi you have ever met towers over you. She has hair cascading down like spun silk, Bette Davis eyes that pierce your soul, cupid bow lips shooting an arrow into your broken heart, and the delicate features of a porcelain doll. She stands stunning and stark naked, her full breasts heaving and her dark nipples hard. Her figure is sleek and smooth and her cock jutting up a foot at least and dripping precum constantly. The principal said she had been locked up alone for weeks, and from the state of her arousal, you can certainly believe it. As you struggle to come up with something to say, she effortlessly lifts you in the air with one hand and casually carries you inside, slamming the door behind her.
Still holding you hovering a foot off the ground, which is eye level for her, Sasha says, "So...you still want to help me ANY way you can?" Her voice comes out a guttural growl, but you hear more hurt than hate in it, and you've heard enough of both lately to tell the difference. "What if I need your help working out my anger? Will you be my pretty little punching bag? You'll heal up anyway...Hell, you'd probably cum if I kicked your teeth in, wouldn't you?"
Feeling so small and scared, but somehow still more worried for this gorgeous giant than your own safety, you whimper weakly. "Yes. I probably would cum, and then hate myself for loving it, but I am not here for me. If me hating myself and letting you unleash your hurt on me helps you, then I will." No sooner than you finish, Sasha pulls back her fist and a sick smile sullies perfect face. She rockets her fist towards your eye socket. You don't flinch, but she does, stopping at the last second.
"No. That's too easy. Hurting you let's you off the hook too quick. What I should really do is tear down this bullshit nice gurl image you're trying to build. Would you let me fuck you so stupid and slutty, over and over until I either get sick of you or your mind snaps? I'll make it real public too, just like you like, serve you up for lunch in the cafeteria and let all the bimboi bullies take a bite. Maybe if you have enough will power you won't go permanently bimboi blank. Would you do that for little old me?" Sasha pulls you close so that you can feel her cock slide up your skirt and press against your plump, pantied ass.
You can tell this threat is more tempting for her, though it sounds like it scares her more than it does you. You wonder if you would survive another deliciously degrading orgy like the one that ruined so many lives. You wonder if she would survive destroying you, or if it would just drag her deeper down to the depths of despair. You answer faintly, and falteringly, "I...I will. I don't know if you'll enjoy destroying me as much as I will though. At this point, obliteration feels like the easy way out for me."
Sasha looks stricken and she drops you to the floor, but effortlessly catches you in midair and pulls you back so you can see the hatred beginning to overtake the hurt in her eyes. "It would, wouldn't it? Well what if I gave you something truly awful to do? Something that would do worse than destroy you? What if I told you I know a way out of here? It's no use to me of course. There's nothing out there for me now. Nothing but revenge. I want you to sneak out and infucked Slade, Brad, and the rest of the football team. None of them stepped in to save me, so they should all suffer the way I have! I can't even wear anything but satin or silk now! I want those fuckers to pay! If it weren't for them, your rented ass wouldn't have been there in the first place! So are you going to help me, or did you just want to say some words at me?"
Sasha stares at you full of fire and fury. You know she means it, and in a way, you kind of agree. All the pain and punishment you put yourself through and you're letting the ones that invited you to the party in the first place off the hook. Isn't it time you made someone else pay?
Will you help her?
[[No. Never again.->no never again]]
[[Why not have some fun?->why not have some fun]]You stretch and yawn and, not for the first time, you are grateful for a bimboi body that will never wake up sore, no matter how badly you abused it the night before. You look around for Dee, but she's nowhere to be seen. You rub your eyes and walk to the restroom, figuring she must be washing you off of her in the shower, but it's empty. You try to ignore the cold pall growing in your stomach, telling yourself she is probably sneaking you breakfast from the cafeteria as you step into the shower. The hot water doesn't warm the icy pit in your gut, and when you step out, she's still not there.
You dry off and get dressed as quickly as you can, the Bad Bimboi 'B' on your blouse seeming especially sinister today. You don't expect answers from the guileless guidance counselor, so you head to the principal's office to find out what's going on, and what they did to your best frenemy with benefits. You give the secretary a song and dance about a dying relative, and it's enough to get you in the door.
'Ms. Jaqueline looks like a Barbie doll and sounds like one too when she chirps, "Good morning, Amy, what can I help you with? And please don't give me the dying relative routine. I'm a dumb blonde, not a stupid one." She gives you a look that chills you to the bones. There is something wrong here...something wrong with her cheery facade. She has a dark side buried under that sunny smile and perfect plastic skin.
"Cut the cute act. Where is Dee...uh Diabolique? She wasn't in my dorm when I woke up this morning and I know you've done something to her!" Your fists are clenched in futile fury, your heart is in your throat, and you are drenched in a cold sweat. Still, you stand your ground, if only because you are paralyzed with fear.
"Aww, it sounds like you actually care. That's good. That shows progress. You don't have to worry about Dee though, with her breakthrough last night, she no longer needs to be quarantined." You eye her suspiciously, not exactly surprised they were spying on you, but scared at how freely she admits it. "Oh don't look so scared. You are all potential biohazards and it's our job to try to make you more than that. All that was standing in Dee's way was her inability to trust, others and herself. You...well, let's just say you are more of a challenge. Don't worry, Amy, we specialize in hard cases like you."
You finally take a seat, staggered...the strength draining from your body. A biohazard...a cute little contagion. That's all you are to them. They still see you at your worst...no, no it's worse than that. They've seen the best of you too. And it's still not good enough. You ask with a shaking voice, "C-c-can't Dee come back to h-help me?"
Ms. Jacqueline puts her hand over yours and looks at you with actual warmth in her eyes. "Aww, sweety, just asking for that tell's me you have so far to go. I know it's hard, but if you really cared about Dee, you'd want her to get the help she needs, not stay in a stagnant spiral slowly circling down with you. She needs her space, and you still have four more students to help. Sasha doesn't want to make friends with anyone, Polly is displaying extremely antisocial behavior, and Abigail...well, she might be adjusting a little too well. They all still need help, and I honestly believe you are the one to help them all. If you can, then there's just one more student to help." She squeezes your hand in case you didn't pick up the hint she was talking about you.
"Yes, Ms. Jacqueline. I'll get right to it." You try to keep the bile out of your voice, not sure what you hate more, all the bullshit she's spewing, or that it has the pungent scent of truth. One thing's for sure, you aren't going to see Dee, or Becca, or Ella, or anyone else you care about if you don't 'graduate' soon. You find the strength to stand on shaking knees and wobbly legs. It's hard, but you've taken bigger first steps on shakier footing.
One...
Step...
[[At a time->one step at a time]]You walk out the door to find Diabolique waiting outside for you. She seems to have taken the innocent schoolgurl look and twisted it on it's head. Her mousey brown hair has been died black, with blood red tips where she has pulled it into hangman's braid's. She wears dark shadows of mascara and eyeliner and midnight black lipstick. Instead of a school uniform seems to be wearing a gothic lolita black dress with white lace cut short enough to tempt you with and make you feel guilty about her comely curves. She can see the apprehension in your eyes, and her sinister smile widens. She explains, "Don't mind the black...I'm in mourning for poor old Sam. But don't worry, Diabolique will make sure you are taken care of. Haaaa haaaaa haaaaa haaaaa!"
"Well, it looks like you two are already getting along swimmingly. Remember to report any bullying, Dee, and thank you for being so brave!" Miss Joan skips back into her office, closing the door behind you and leaving you worried about your prospects with this spooky sissy. She's the one that tricked you into turning yourself in without telling you it would be a private school prison sentence. Now you're trapped with her and the rest of your bimboi victims and they are the ones who can get YOU in trouble for bullying. Your heart is in your chest as you follow Diabolique to your dorm.
You see other school girls, most in skimpy but mostly sensible uniforms, but occasional oddball pops up wearing something more slutty or spooky or punky or preppy or bimboish or butch. You suppose that means you can at least pick a normal outfit...unless your revenge obsessed roomie insists on picking it for you. You guess if an embarrassing wardrobe is the worst she demands to repay your debt, you'll be getting off easy, but you somehow you suspect that it will much worse than that.
You finally reach your dorm, which Diabolique deviously locks behind you. She slithers behind you, slipping you out of your clothes, hissing hotly in your ear, "I could just tell the RA that you tried to rape me and they'd bury you so deep you could scream for a century before a whisper reached the surface." Her hands explore your body, making it beg for more even as a screaming sliver of sanity tells you not to trust her. Your guilty conscience and body both betray you, making you melt in her hands and in her mouth as she kisses and bites your neck and whispers wetly, "and all you have to do to get me to give you a break is let me give you a little piercing."
A piercing?! That's all? A wave of relief washes over you. Maybe Diabolique isn't as scary as her name suggests. Maybe she just wants to make your her pierced, sexy Suicide Girl. You smile and say, "If a piercing will make you happy, then I'll get one anytime you want."
Diabolique pulls out a piercing gun and grabs your left nipple, stretching it out painfully, but thankfully your body handles the heat of pain by dousing it with all sorts of lovey dovey hormones. You realize with a secret inner chuckle that your bimboi body will make it virtually impossible for the vengeful vixen to truly torture you. You suppose you can make little whimpers to make her feel better.
KA-CHUNK
The gun pushes the stainless steel through your nipple and Diabolique screws on the other end of the barbell. "Awww it looks cute on you. How about another?" Before you can answer, she is already tugging on your other nipple and KA-CHUNK piercing it and screwing it closed. It barely registers as pain and it follows with a rush of endorfuns, so you yelp out of politeness and just nod when she asks, "And what about your cute lil' belly button?"
KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK
Before you know it, you have a belly ring, a tongue stud, and a stud on your swelling shaft. You giggle, unable to hide the almost ticklish quality of the prick of pain followed by the plunge of pleasure coursing through you. You guess you know why Becca got so many piercings now. You wonder if you'll end up with as many as her? It would go along with the bad grrl image you apparently earned without trying to. Meanwhile, Diabolique is smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Does she really think this is hurting you? Or does she know something you don't?
"Aww! You are being such a good sport! I am like 99% there on the whole forgiving you for turning me out and ruining my life so you could impress a homophobic himbo." Diabolique sounds all sweetness and light one second and hissing hatred the next. You want to believe you are making progress, but you are waiting for the other heel to drop. "Maybe you could let me pierce you all over to earn that 100% completion trophy?" She asks all pretty please with a cherry on top. Your piercings still don't hurt, and you suppose you can just take them off when you need to. What harm is there in letting her have her fiendish fun?
What will you do?
[[You've already let her do more than enough->let her do more than enough]]
[[Turn into a pincushion for her->turn into pin cushion]]You are sorely tempted to take her up on her offer, but that's why you have to turn her down. If you 'help' her this way, who knows how many other lives you'll destroy? Certainly a few that deserve it, but what about the ones that they go onto infect? How will you live with that? How will Sasha? You answer, "No. I won't hurt anyone else to help you. Do they deserve to be punished for watching and doing nothing when I turned you? Absolutely. Do they deserve a life sentence? Did you? You didn't stop me from infecting the four bois I bimboified before you! You just wanted to fuck me! What I did to you wasn't fair, but hurting more people won't help anyone."
Sasha sets you down and strides over to her bed, putting her head in her hands. She sits quietly for a long time. It's an eerie quiet. You can tell she has something she need to say, something that she has wanted to say for weeks, maybe longer. "I...I'm not gay...or not the way the football fucks would think. I don't dig guys. They do nothing for me. I've always been into girls, always told myself that made me normal. Even though I always knew it wasn't true. You...you didn't make me a girl. I did. I always was. I am. I convinced myself...fucking hypnotized myself is what I did. Thought pure stud thoughts everytime I fucked a bimboi. Proved to everyone I was a 100% stud...fooled myself. Then...I just...slipped. Just a second. Thought of how beautiful I could be. And now...I am...and all I hear are years and years of my own bullshit telling me I'm a freak. I just wish I could get that liar to shut the fuck up. Can you help me with that?"
You don't know if you can. If you had that part figured out, you probably wouldn't have turned your worst depressive thoughts into fetish fuel. The lies you tell yourself didn't originate from you in the first place. You caught them from bigots and ignorant idiots. They grow in you, like a virus. Untreated, unchecked, they can destroy you. Concentrated UV can destroy viruses. You have felt happier in the company of the people that see the real you than you have ever been alone. You almost believe yourself now when you call yourself beautiful...call yourself valid...call yourself a woman. It's time to do the same for Sasha. You can't be her hand of retribution or salvation, but you can be a mirror.
You walk over to Sasha, lifting her head in your hands and look her in the eyes, your heart hurting from the broken edges stabbing at you as you see the pain inside, as you see your own reflection. "The Bimbug is fucked up. It's not fair. But it is accurate as far as I can see. It made you what it found inside. It couldn't take away the poison you took every day to keep Sasha quiet, but you can start by going outside and letting everyone else see what I do. You are beautiful...not just because you look like a six foot tall silent movie star either. You are beautiful because for one second, you had the courage to admit the truth. You fought your carnival mirror self and won. I know...it doesn't feel like much of a victory right now. I know I am about the worst role model for being the best version of you, but you should have seen me before. Hell, I saw you before. You used to slam me into lockers and call me a fag. Now you can't even punch me because you actually have the courage to care. I don't want you to keep killing the best parts of yourself to satisfy the worst. I want you to forgive that part of yourself, but you need to tell it to fuck off and cut it out of your life. You can start by finding a pretty girl and kissing her so hard her heart skips a beat. I know one named Greta that wouMMPH MMM"
Sasha pulls you into a kiss that derails your train of thought. She lifts you by the waist and still kissing you, hold you helplessly in the air. Your head spins as you feel weightless and spacy and everything revolving around this demure domme demigoddess kissing you like the world is on fire and she wants to dance naked in the flames. You don't believe in magic. You know true loves kiss won't bippity boopity boop away a lifetime of poison. As far as treating symptoms goes however, it works wonders, and you are willing to administer it as often as required. You don't believe in magic, but on the other hand, you do feel like you're floating while a medical miracle casts spells in your mouth.
Sasha breaks the kiss just long enough to pant, "You're probably just an airhead bimboi, but I'll give it a shot. I've spent weeks holed up and pent up in here. If you want to help me blow off some steam tonight and then show me around campus tomorrow, I'll give it a shot. But I warn you. I am going to make you fall in love with me, and I will never love you." You hear the hurt and hate in her voice and know it's true. Just like you probably couldn't have made it work with Dee after your cesspool of a start. It's almost too painful to consider...a night you will never forget, no matter how badly you try. Can you do it? Can you rip out your heart again and hope it heals back to help out Sasha?
Really? What are you even saying...
[[Of course you will->of course you will]]You decided upon reading Mrs. Loverly's file that you would absolutely take her on as a client. Ella even offered to give you a blowjob as a trade, then remembering who she was talking to, offered to let you give her a blowjob, but there was no way you were going to turn down some lovey dovey dommy mommy after the week you've had.
Her house is much more modest than you expected. A quaint cozy cottage style out towards the edge of town. You have had enough surprises lately, so you make Becca drop you off and wait down the block to hear from you or else she'll bust the door in and 'bust heads that needs bustin' as she puts it. You've got a good feeling about this one, and you are learning to trust your feelings. You are wearing a costume that read Alust in Wonderland on the tag in Becca's chest. It's a tea dress with a top cut low enough to give a peek at your pert tits and the tops of your nipples over the intricate lace lined cups and a skirt high enough to show off your entire rhumba panty covered ass.
You ring the door bell and sway back and forth, trying to remember what innocence looks like. "Oh, hello, darling. Let's get you inside before you freeze to death in that silly costume. You know you don't have to dress like that to look like a Disney princess." She boops your nose and you almost cum. She has long, ravishing red hair, ocean deep blue green eyes, features like a Madonna, and a body bursting at her casual turtleneck sweater and lazy day sweats. You expected some tarted up tramp in a mom cosplay. Instead, she looks like a stunning creature that only the heft of her hips and almost imperceptible wrinkles hint at her motherliness. You think you might be in love...
"Come on in, silly. We'll get you dressed in something a little more comfortable and get some hot cookies in you." Yep. You are definitely in love. Mrs. Loverly leads you into her house and you are half expecting delicate lingerie or luscious leather to be carefully laid out for you. Instead you find a cotton nightdress and a fluffy robe hanging off the side of a well worn, but extremely comfy couch. "I'll get the cookies while you get changed...if you want." You realize with a blush that she means literal cookies and you almost swoon. You change into the clothes she has laid out for you and feel so comfortable you almost fall asleep on her couch which seems to sink forever.
You look around her place while you wait for her to come back. There are no paddles or pervy paraphernalia. Instead you see knick knacks, curios, tchotchkes, and collectibles. You struggle to find any theme or unifying thread and you can't fathom any other than a life well lived, and well loved. "Well, you look a lot cozier. No offense, the Alust in Wonderland outfit is a classic, and you can probably tell I love magic wherever I can find it and celebrate Halloween as often as I can, but I cannot abide forced frivolity, even when it's displayed as fetchingly as you were." Mrs. Lovingly says as she sets a soft hand on your shoulder and a plate of cookies on the coffee table.
The motherly minx sits down kitty corner from you and takes a cookie for herself. It's strange, you were expecting to be sitting on her lap or getting a spanking by now, but this is downright homey. Oddly, that is only adding to the eroticism, and you catch yourself licking your lips as you stare at her eating her cookie. She catches you too, and you blush and look away quickly, shoving a cookie in your mouth. It's warm and moist and the chocolate is still melty and gooey and before you know it, you have to cover your crotch so she doesn't see you getting a hard on from eating a cookie. "Relax, sweetie. It's okay. I get it. It's hard to be comfortable in your own skin when you're horny half the time and absolutely dying to get fucked the other half."
You nod nervously and squirm in your seat, somewhat comforted but still self conscious. Mrs. Loverly sees your discomfort and rises to join you on the couch. You can't help but notice, because you are staring right at it, that she has a hefty hard on in her sweats as well. She slides in beside you and puts her arm behind you on the sofa. You are instinctively drawn in by her warmth and you rest your head on her shoulder unbidden. She doesn't feel like a client right now, she feels like a comfort. "Aww. Someone's feeling cuddly. That's good...so am I." She strokes your hair softly and you wait, holding back your whimpers, for her to make a move, but she just sits there cuddling, eating cookies, and making your cock drool.
"Uhmm, Mrs. Loverly...should I start to...you know...do...stuff to you?" You blush bright as can be, suddenly so shy and uncomfortable talking about sex. Then again, you suppose that hasn't changed since your transformation. It's just you've been hanging out with bimbois and studs that just assumed you were going to be sucking their shafts in one or both of your hungry holes. To he fair, they are always right, but it has left your ability to talk about what you want sexually stilted and sophomoric.
"Well, I didn't invite you over to JUST eat cookies and cuddle, but I'm at a stage in my life that what I'm really looking for is companionship. I lost my family when they couldn't accept me for who I am, and I suppose I'm looking for a new family...with benefits. So call you can call me Joy, or mommy if you're more into that, but I do hope you'll relax and stop calling me Mrs. Loverly, and we'll see where the night takes us." You smile broadly and snuggle in closer, wanting to get fucked more than ever but not wanting to ruin the moment. Besides, you're discovering that the tension and titillation of delaying your desires without denying them makes for a heady cocktail of lust and longing without the usual loopiness.
"That sounds nice, Joy, but if you want me to call you 'mommy', then you are definitely going to have to fuck me first." Joy laughs loudly...like embarrassingly loudly with weird little wheezy gasps in between. It's such an unguarded moment, that you don't even feel your usual pang of mortification you get when talking about sex. If Joy can let her guard down, you suppose you can as well. "Can I ask how you can be so normal while still being a walking hard on that everyone is either afraid of, despises, wants to fuck...or all three at once?"
Joy cocks her head as if it hasn't really ever occured to her and then smiles, saying, "Well, first off, I am not normal and probably never will be. I just...after fucking up a lot and making every wrong decision you can make, often more than once, I finally learned that I'm just going to keep on fucking up forever and to be okay with that." Your face scrunches up like you sucked on a lemon while getting an ice cream headache and Joy correctly guesses that her answer didn't satisfy you. "I'm sorry. I know. I wish I had it all figured out too. The truth is that if you can forgive your fuck ups, you can actually learn just enough from them to make slightly less catastrophic mistakes. In the meantime, you can learn a little mindfulness, and I hate sounding so instagram, but more gratitude. You can even start making some good decisions. The hardest part is loving yourself, trying to fix the things you aren't okay with, and learning to live with the rest."
You are torn between wanting to crawl in her lap and cuddle up like a kitten and wanting to crawl in her lap and get fucked like a sex kitten. Instead you both just sit for awhile, she strokes your hair and you nuzzle her neck. There is a terrible thought nagging at your calm the whole time, and eventually you have to get it off your chest. "Okay, but what if what I want is so gross and vile that I don't deserve love? Like...the thing that gets me off the most is being treated like shit. I get a hard on from being humiliated and drop to my knees for the biggest dirtbags. I thought once I transformed that my ideal me would be better than that. Sure, here and there I have stood up for myself and fought back, but I know...I mean I fucking KNOW that the next stud or bully bimboi would have me on my knees by snapping my fingers. I can't even tell my dad what I am because I'm worried he'll bust my jaw and I'll get a boner."
You are trembling and fighting back tears by the time you finish, and Joy seems on the verge of crying herself. You lie your head on her chest and she calmly coos, "Me too, Amy, me too. Growing up doesn't always mean changing who you are, and even so called normal folks have kinks where their formative experiences wired them this way or that. I will always have that drive too, but...and I am talking a nice big juicy but...that doesn't stop me from being everything else I want to be in addition to that. You can have kinks and still just have regular old sex too. You can have things about yourself you don't like or understand and can't change. Love means accepting all of it, even when it's hard."
You look up with loving, lusty eyes. "You know, it's actually been a pretty hectic week for me. I know it's your dime and all, but maybe we could go to bed early?" Your tone is the most suggestive you've ever been without blushing. You are flushed as all hell, almost feverish, but for the first time, you aren't the slightest bit embarrassed.
"Becca didn't tell you? I'm not the client tonight. You are. Becca is a bossy brat, and she is too reckless for her own good, and often everyone else's, but she does the best she can and sends girls my way when she realizes that bimbabysitting isn't the right life for them. I'm kind of a way station for wayward sissies. You can stay here as long as you like, and when you're ready to start out on your own path, I'll set you up with whatever support system you need. But we can talk more about that in the morning. Let's get you to bed."
[[Time for Mommy to tuck you in->time for mommy to tuck you in]]You shift nervously from leg to leg while waiting for your next client to open the door. Becca, 'understated' as usual had explained that he is, 'A pervy principal with a thing for punishing bad girls.' After the party you had last night, and the even more filthy after party spent sandwiched between the pretty punk and your bestie with benefits, you ended up having to skip school this morning, so you actually feel nervous and naughty wearing a slutty school gurl outfit and standing outside where God and everyone can see you whimpering and waiting to be let in.
"Who's banging on my door at this hour?" A large voice bellows performatively through the door. It's opened by a man even larger than the voice, a beefy wide titan of a man with a big, bald head and an air of authority. "Why, Amy, what are you doing here? Is this about your expulsion?" Well, he definitely wasn't a drama teacher before he was a principal, and to your relief, he at least isn't YOUR principal but instead heads a nearby rival school.
You suddenly remember that Becca gave you a 'plot synopsis' for this little fantasy. You are the slutty sissy that got expelled from school for blowing bois behind the bleachers. Well, at least it's a part you can connect to. "I...I...I'm sorry Principal Latimer, it's just my parents kicked me out after I...well, you know, and you were always so supportive. I thought you might let me spend the night." You look up fearfully, more worried about how he'll receive your performance than any doubt you have he'll let you in. You haven't met anyone since your becumming that has turned down a chance to get in your panties, even if they end up wearing them sometimes.
"This is highly unorthodox! However...you are technically no longer a student," Principal Latimer hems and haws almost convincingly. You suppose he's drawing on his vast experience perving on his students while pretending to prim and proper. "Alright. What kind of man would I be if I turned away a child in need? Come on in." He steps aside so that you have to squeeze past his considerable frame to walk inside. You feel his even more considerable bulge brush against your buttocks, and assuming this is part of the play, wiggle against him as you walk past.
You feel a heavy fist squeeze down on your slender wrist like an iron bar and your arm is wrenched painfully behind your back. For a second, you feel very real fear as the principal walks you to his dining room table and uses his free hand to SLAM your head down, shouting, "How dare you try to tempt me?! Tease me?! Torment a good man like me with your wanton ways?" The principal's purple prose reminds you that this is all part of the game, and with your bimboi body able to pump out pain killers and heal near instantly, you aren't in any real danger. If anything, it's like going to a haunted house. All the fun and thrill of fearing for your life, while knowing in the back of your mind that it's all safe. Of course, you never used to get a hard on at haunted houses, but that's just more points for this type of fun.
Using the real rush of fear for your performance, you cry out, "I'm sorry, sir! I just can't help it! I promise, I'm trying to be a good girl, but when I get near a real man my instincts go into overdrive!" You don't know what's more embarrassing, the awful script outline Becca gave you, or how close it hits to real life for you. Here you are with a pervy principal's meaty paw bending your arm close to breaking and his beefy bulge buried between your chubby cheeks, and your body is ad libbing by wriggling your ass against his rigid ruler. It's almost as if the cheesiness is making it hotter for you. You are getting off on being some fat cocked fuckhead's filthy fantasy, and the flimsy pretext that just barely covers your plot holes is turning you on as much as your plaid pleated skirt that barely covers your plump ass.
"Sounds like you need to learn some discipline. I can help you with that! I can spank the sluttiness out of you!" The principal is really hamming it up, and you can't suppress a giddy giggle as he flips your skirt up and roughly squeezes your thicc buttocks. Again you find yourself grinding on his groin and into his hungry hands. It's funny how even after getting fucked over and over, you still feel an almost virginal ache of anticipation when someone plays with your ass. You suppose it's like the rest of the roleplay, that feeling of shame and sexuality was so formative that they feed off each other like two sissies sixty-nining. Or is that just your devious desires filling your head with what it wants to hear? Where does the fantasy girl end and the real you begin?
"EEEEEEEEEEEEP!" Your daydreaming ends as Principal Latimer reminds you of your lines by crashing down one of his heavy hands on your helpless heinie. SMACK THWACK CRAAAACK Three more blows crash down, sending stinging shudders up your spine. His hands are so huge they cover a full cheek with one spank, and soon your ass is raw and red. Becca likes to spank Ella and you when you've been especially good, but you get the feeling she is more turned on by how wet it gets you than actually trying to hurt you. Your client is a different breed. He is getting off on trying to hurt you, and getting angry that it's turning you on!
"Stupid!" SMACK "Fucking!" THWACK "Slut!" SLAAAAP "Stop!" SPANK "Fucking!" KRAAAK "Moaning!" The principal is paddling your ass so hard it almost hurts, but even his formidable force is helpless against your bimboi body's ability to absorb his assault. Despite your best efforts to stay on script, you feel your shaft swell and shudder and spurt all over the hard wood table with every spank sending another sissygasm ripping through you and another squirt staining the table. This latest act of improv, sends the principal over the edge, and he RIIIIPS your flimsy thong off and before you know it, he's balls deep inside your cunt and beating your ass like a piñata!
"HOW DARE YOU?! DISGUSTING SLUT! FILTHY CUNT! COCK TEASING LITTLE WHORE! I WILL BE TREATED WITH RESPECT!" He carries on with his tirade, but you tune him out. His vile valentines are addressed to all the girls that turned him down, you are just the punching bag and fuck doll stand in. The Amy that is getting spit on, slapped, hair pulled, and pussy pounded is just a role you're playing. She's the sick little twist cumming so hard it hurts and getting hurt so good she cums. She's the one swooning over slurs and hoping her big, bad discipline daddy forgives her and gives her a kiss before he 'fun'ishes her some more. You...well you are taking a little breather, basking in the bliss bombs buffeting your brain as you go blank and brainless. It's all just a silly game, even the kingpin looking loser fucking you seems to understand it's all make believe, or else why is he still acting so corny?
"You little slut! I'll NNNGH GUH AH AH wow." What began with a bang, ends with a whimper as Principal Latimer runs out of breath and collapses on top of you, unleashing a sad shot of seed inside you. For a second, you really are scared. If he doesn't get off you soon, you might suffocate! It reminds you how big he is...how small you are. Despite your healing ability, you might really be in danger if this wasn't all pretend. "Aheh. Sorry if I got carried away." He kisses your cheek, leaving a little slobber mark that you aren't sure if you are allowed to wipe off. You decide to deal with it later, and finish your job without a scene.
"Can I go to the bathroom, sir. I need to uhm clean up." You are right back into character and remembering your lines more or less. He waves you on and you head to the restroom, eager to have all traces of him off of you. It's short work on clean up and you are impressed with how quickly you went from virgin to pro, but you blush thinking maybe that's not something to be proud of. You don't feel any closer to that epiphany you get glimpses of in your moments of clarity between climaxes, but at least you aren't any worse off than you started.
You use your clean up time to review the script Becca sent you. Flirt and get punished...check. Tease and get fucked...check. Steal a cat figurine...what the fuck? Oh well, he must be one of those pay pig types that likes ladies to rip him off. At least he didn't pay for an all nighter. Though on a principal's salary you suppose he can't afford it. You grab a little white ceramic Persian cat figurine off a hallway mantle and slip it in your purse. You head back into the living room and deliver your last lines, "Thank you for showing me the error of my ways, Principal Latimer. I am off to join a convent, and I will tell everyone that the principal is your pal."
You can barely get the lines out, but he paid for them. You head to the door wondering how many girls actually have joined convents rather than fuck him twice, and then you feel his heavy hand wrap around the back of your neck. "Not so fast, tramp. Let's see that purse." You freeze in fear as he empties your purse and pulls out the figurine. "As I suspected...a thief." In one swift, sickening motion he throws you across the room sending you crashing into his couch. "Little lying thief."
You look up dazed and delirious, not sure if you missed part of the script. He's playing it more torture porn than just regular porn right now, and you don't know what to do.
Then, in a moment of clarity, you make your choice. You decide to...
[[Fight back and fuck him up.->fight back and fuck him up]]Why fight it? You won't win and losing feels so much better. Sure, a part of you dies everytime you see another hapless boi bimboified and bent over by your berating bullies, but the more you slip away, the less you mind it. In fact, in a weird, warped way, the worse Slade treats you, the more you want to please him. You beam brainlessly up at him as he invites another boi to fill your ass, sneering, "Get over here Sam, I want to see how hot you are as a Samantha!"
Sam looks scared shitless, already androgynous at best, he doesn't stand a chance with Slade standing over his shoulder and spitting down slurs and telling him how hard he's going to pound him when he's prettier. You feel guilty for going along with it, but you have to admit that you get a sick, shameful thrill everytime you feel your infection spread. You know you shouldn't, but you can't resist turning to Sam and whimpering, "You can NNF fuck me even OOOH harder once you're a AAAH hot chick with a huge MOAN cock."
Seconds later, Sam seizes up and shoots off inside you, already sounding girlier as he moans mindlessly in defeat and despair and desire. She fills out fantastically, developing creamy curves with lots of cushion but no flab, a fat cock and thick, luscious lips, and a wild frizzy mane of hair. She starts pounding you even harder, proving you right as she screams, "YOU STUPID SLUT! YOU RUINED MY LIFE TO MAKE AN ASSHOLE WHO HATES YOU HAPPY!"
You know she's right, but she is fucking you so hard that you can't bring yourself to care. You feel more animal than woman, beastial and base and begging to be bred. Samantha keeps cursing you, but her words are muffled by a stud shaft slamming down her throat, and by the time a second one starts pounding her pussy, all that comes out is moans anyway. You tell yourself she'll be happier this way, not really believing it but not caring as long as you get to keep getting used. Slade ruffles your hair and says, "Not bad, bitch" and that's as close as a declaration of undying love as you can get.
You nuzzle his hand and purr and he pulls it back and stares at it like it's covered in shit and he looks at you like the shit and snarls, "Don't make this weird, fag." You spurt just a little when he calls a 'fag' and that's when you know it's over for you. You are falling in love with a homophobe abusive atavistic asshole because he hate crimes you in a way that makes you cum. You won't ever be right in the head again after this, if you ever even were. It's probably better this way. You won't have to worry about wasting your life on a hedonistic humiliation high if your too drugged out on dick to care.
"Here slut, here's another victim. I want you to suck his cock until he fills your mouth and then share it with her in a kiss after you infucked her." It's unconscionable to consider, unforgivable to fantasize about, and undeniably erotic to engulf the pimply, pudgy nerd's pale pecker and slide a finger between his cheeks then past his tight pucker to guarantee he gets bimboified when he fills your face with his greasy geek goo. It takes six seconds before he's spurting in your mouth and swelling in all the right places. She is fuming as she fills out into a sexy geek girl, but after sucking her last drops of boi batter off your tongue he seems to have more or less made peace with his new life.
The rest of the party goes pretty much the same. You infucked three more bois before the night is over. Ella can't even look you in the eyes anymore by the time you tell her you're going to spend the night, not that you can see with your face covered in cum. Besides, your new bimboifriends want to have words with you about their new station in life. They spend the rest of the night taking out their aggression on your ass...and throat...and tits...and arm pits...and every other crevice they can cram their cute cocks in. You eventually all pass out in a pleasure puddle and you drift into mercifully mindless melty nothingness.
When you wake up, you're sure your secret will be out, you'll be at the merciless mercy of Slade and any other stud you get passed along to in a never ending spiral down and down, with no end in sight...
[[Unless...->unless]]You lick your luscious lips as you stare into the camera like you want it to fuck you hard and hot and hurty...and you do want it. You want the camera to swallow you whole. You writhe on the couch, wanting to enjoy this awful anticipation as long as you can, and to tease the poor bator bois who will be watching and wanking to you later.
You finally break the silence with a plaintive purr, "Hello out there in your mommy's basements and hiding in your bathrooms so your roomies don't hear you gooning. My name is Brandi Baxter and this is my first time...in a porno. I know I am supposed to act all innocent and reluctant and betrayed by my body. Then you can all fantasize about being me, about being a sissy slut and blaming your bimbo body for your eventual surrender." You turn to the studs surrounding you. "Alright, meatheads, stroke your cocks right around my face, but don't touch me until I give you permission."
They grumble and groan, but somewhat shockingly they obey for now. Maybe they never met a bossy sissy and they are actually excited to be told 'wait' for once instead of fawning all over them. All that matters is that they obey for now, surrounding your face and frame with a hard halo of cocks filling the frame. You lick your lips and continue, "Do I have your attention now, bator bois? Nothing you like more than seeing a pretty pouty porn face surrounding by fat juicy fuck sticks for you to drool over. Are you licking your lips too? Dreaming and drooling not of fucking me, not even of being me. Really it's the porn itself you love. You love that it's fake, better than real...love that it's impossible, too gooey good to be true...love that it's real flesh made a lie, sacks of fuck meat becoming gods and goddesses on screen."
You can practically taste the cum boiling in Alexi's balls and you know the gooners watching this later will be doing the same. You start slowly sucking on the swollen spongy cockheads surrounding you. Rolling your tongue around them in hot, hypnotic spirals. You keep droning between cock kisses, "But better than SUCK real sex, SHHLP better than KISS watching porn...is SLURP being MOAN porn!" You begin bobbing deeper and deeper on the thick, veiny shafts. Your face and their pulsing pricks are both shining with spittle. You let the bator bois simmer in their juices, stroking on the edge of their seats, waiting for what you will say next.
The studs can wait no longer, they take back control, lifting you helplessly in the air and dropping you down onto impossibly huge porn pricks. Your sissy clit spurts into the air and lands in a perfect arc and lands on your lolling tongue. You lick your lips and continue, "Don't dream it, MOAN stroke sissies, be it. Go OOH suck off a sissy like I did, and then you can be a stupid AAAH fuck doll like me. Melt your NNGH brains and get WHIMPER cock dumb like the stupid DROOL sluts in porn that are always being tricked to NNNGG worshiping superior alpha dicks. Suck off your AAAH roomie, crawl out of the basement and sit on your GUH daddy's lap."
Your sissy clit erupts again and again as sissygasms wrack your ripply ripe fuckflesh. You manage to squeal out, "EEEEEE But GUUH remember to FUUUCK YESSSS film it, or it doesn't CUUUM count. AIEEEEEEEEEE" You go blissed out blank and let your porn piggy squeals speak more eloquently than you ever could.
You lose all sense of time as the filming stretches, as does your throat and cunt around multiple meat sticks...through the morning, moaning and melting...and throughout the afternoon, coated in cum and roasting on a stud spit like a good porn piggy...and into the evening, estatic and calling out like a sissy siren, sometimes speaking in tongues, and always teasing and tempting the girly gooners into becoming porn meat too.
The studs have amazing stamina to be sure, but even they end up having to tap out. Luckily, Daisy has been bringing in the whole dorm to take turns on you. Studs of every shape and size, and girth take turns flooding your guts with cum and cocks. Sissies giggling and sucking the cum off your lips as the wriggle their sissy clits deep inside you. There are even a few baitor bois that are lured in by your siren song. They almost immediately erupt inside you and then transform into a porn piggy too, debuting in their very first gangbang movie. The dorm fills with writhing flesh and the taste of cum wafts in the air.
You have a single lucid moment as they take a smoke break at dawn, and you realize you've never been happier in your entire life. And you wonder how you'll top this with you next film?
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You feel your little love doll nursing on your neck and it makes you feel so sexy...so slutty...so soft and supple and surrendering. You cum inside her, already crying out like a baby bird even before your body begins to shrink and soften. You feel your cock grow even harder and huger and hungrier inside Annabelle. You feel your ass bulge into a cute little bubble butt. Your waist shrinks Barbie doll thin and your hips jut out as well as your modest C- cups which look embarrasingly oversized on your small frame.
You had been so worried about the transformation. The thought of your bones shrinking and body swelling sounded excruciating, not to mention horrifying. Now that it's actually happening, you wish you hadn't waited so long. You don't feel any pain nor an ounce of fear. Instead you feel all encompassing warmth as if your were wrapped in an electric blanket...no...it's like you are the blanket, the chrysalis and butterfly all in one, and by the time you have transformed there is no worry left, only a beautiful doll looking at her cute counterpart with loving, lusty eyes.
Annabelle finally recovers from her ravished reverie and the full wieght of your 'make over' hits her. "Oh...I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't mean to maMMPH MMM SHLPP." You silence your love doll with an even deeper kiss than moments before. She doesn't take long to kiss you back and grope your baby soft butt. Her tongue slips so far down your throat that it tickles your tonsils and lights up naughty new nerve endings deep in your hungry hole. You giggle gurgling around her tongue at how quickly things change. It's your first seconds as a sissy slut, and you're already craving a cock.
The old you would die of shame, and you suppose he did. There's only an echo of embarrassment as you pull your dreamy doll off your cock and slide your lips around her spurt slimed shaft. It's a whisper from a ghost, leaving a faint, fetching flush on your cheeks but not dampening the swell of pride you feel when you nurse a needy moan from her spongy, sweet sticky cockhead. She stands before you, so frail and feminine, her whimpers so needy and urgent and addictive. You wonder how you could ever felt shy or conflicted about swallowing her sweet shaft.
Now there's no point in being coquettish with her cock in your mouth. No use being anything other than hungry harlot you are. You want to make out her cock lips for hours, but there will be time for romance after you've pounded a few throatgasms using her dick for a dildo and taken a few dozen pony rides on her pretty pole. You still see her face torn between desire and and despair, so you reassure her between bobs up and down her pretty prick, "No GLUH GUH need to SHLLP say SUCK sorry. And LICK call MMPH me GUG GUH GLUG Brandi!"
"Oh...Brandi! Thank OOH you! I'm MOAN so NNG glad we WHIMPER can share EEE this NNNG now!" Annabelle runs her fingers through your fine, flowing hair and you've never felt prouder of any accomplishment in your hum drum life. Her cock stretches your throat, sending sublime signals from your new nerve endings coursing with eroticity through your body, and you realize that you no longer have a gag reflex holding you back. You finally feel her fruity foot fill your hungry hole, hitting an OMG-spot behind your tonsils and milking thick ropes of sticky spurts from your untouched cock and finally allowing you to lap at her soft sack with your eager tongue while you massage her meat with your quivering throat.
"Sorry! Sorry! It's UNH UH UH too...I'm NGG NNNGGGG gonna...EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Annabelle is so adorable when she's apologizing, but she's even more captivating when she loses control and starts face fucking you fiercely and cumming down your climaxing throat. It's like getting raped by Strawberry Shortcake...only sweeter and sexier and strangely more romantic. This Annabelle too. She is the syrupy sweet, serenely submissive, shy yet sexually charged short stack, but she is also the perversely playful, puny yet powerful, and the pretty petite princess with a prick that can't stop pounding once she gets pulsing and pumping. You love all the splendor and surprises she keeps hid away in her tiny little package, and you hope you can keep her equally enthralled with your own cute complexities. She certainly is enjoying exploring your depths, if the gallons of gurl goo she's pumping down your thirsty throat are any indication.
You can't believe you ever pondered a future without her dreamy, delicious load on your tongue. It's like this piquant, slightly sweet, lusciously layered flavor with a hint of umami . You could eat it every day and never get sick of it. Which is for the best, because from the way Annabelle is panting with her tongue lolling lovely, you imagine she will never get sick of you sucking her gourmet goop from her savory straw. You feel overwhelmed with joy at all your deliciously decadent discoveries and wanting to share it with your living doll, you stand up and let her taste the last of her luscious leavings on your tongue.
You kiss like two stars colliding. Sizzling hot, starving, sucking kisses that are almost too strong to be contained in your moaning mouths. It melts away Annabelle's last lingering regrets and reluctance and she starts to explore your newborn bimboi body with her hungry hands. Every inch she touches feels like it is being awakened and aroused for the first time.
You shake your breasts against her hands and moan mindlessly as you feel the pleasurable pressure of ripe fruit ready to burst with bliss. Your nipples feel like two cockheads, hard enough to pierce her palms yet somehow more sensitive than your old spongy mushroom head was. Your skin sings against her slender, supple hands as you writhe against her. Your legs slide against each others like snakes in love, the frustrating friction feeling like it will start a fire any second. She finally finds your applebottomed ass, her fine fingers digging in deep on your femmey flesh. You feel a deep, dangerously alluring ache. You know what you need to fill it, and you are glad you have this dainty doll to use as a dildo anytime you get the itch.
Your heads spinning and your beautiful bodies following close behind, you push Annabelle back on the bed and crawl on top of her, not wanting to let go of her mouth with yours even for a minute. You grab her throbbing clit, already hard again and hungrier than ever as you aim it at your even hungrier hole. You savor a wet moan, sucking it off your pretty playmate's plump parted lips and feed both your aches as you lower your ample ass around her pulsing pole.
The moment her mushroom head stretches your rosebud you feel your aches disappear and a deeper desire fill you up. The first sparks of bliss feel like a raging forest fire compared to your hottest erotic experiences as a boi. The fire spreads quickly, burning away your asshole with inch after sweltering inch of hard, hedonistic heat, like you are being branded as Annabelle's baby...her pint sized pocket pussy with a baby face and a Barbie body. You are her really realdoll cum to life, and after her white hot iron melts you away, it remolds your hot hole into a wet pussy milking her manhood and climaxing and clenching harder than you ever dared dream was possible.
You are with with wave after wave of orgasmic overload. Like a minnow swept up in a tsunami, all you can do is hold on tight to Annabelle as you slam sticky and sweaty against each other, your bodies wrapped writhing and wet as your skin slides against each other and your tongue fucks her mouth as hard as she's pounding your pussy. Your cries of climax echo against Annabelle's as you feel like two halves of one heart, perhaps separated in a past life, after centuries of searching, you have finally joined together as one. Your heartbeat races hers with your chests crushed close and then you feel them catch up so that they are beating as one. One heart in two bodies cumming together as one, your eruption of ecstasy too powerful for your frail forms and you both shudder and spasm and finally break your kiss to cry out like newborn babies.
You melt on top of Annabelle, nothing more than a puddle of pleasure as your seed swirls with hers and you sigh, sated, "Okay...that's not bad for the first time...but I think we can do better than that." Your little teddy bear looks at you in stunned surprise and then giggles giddily as if just suddenly realizing that you now have your whole lives ahead of you to share and suck and savor and grope and giggle and grow and moan and melt and make out and so many things you haven't even thought of. This is better than a fairy tale ending. It isn't The End. No, this is...
The Beginning
(Ending 5: Bite Size Bimbo)
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[[Restart!->continue]]You can never go home again.
You never understood that phrase until you stand outside your own front door, with your loving road buddy by your side. You remember that the first time you saw El', you thought they looked like the kind of bimboi you could bring home to meet your father. Now you are, only El' is hiding a baseball back behind their bat in case things get wild, and you are expecting best case is that they don't have to use it.
You can never go home again...but you can knock on the door. To your surprise, it opens quickly, as if your father had been frantically waiting for your return. When you see the harried look in his eyes, the unkempt stubble and gaunt, sallow face of a man that hasn't been able to eat or sleep, you almost believe he's been looking for you this whole time. "Amy! Thank God! I've been looking all over for you! Oh thank God...thank guh SNIFF guh SOB gaaaaaaaah!" Your father falls to his knees, his arms hanging helplessly at his sides as he sobs and sobs and sobs.
You can never go home again...not with the rock of your childhood crushed and crying before you. El' gives you a look that asks, 'do I still need the bat' and you wave them over to help you carry your dad inside. You love being able to communicate without words with your pretty partner in crime. You know she has your back, but is comfortable letting you take the lead when you need to. You set down your pitiful paterfamilias on his favorite easy chair, and despite your disappointment in him, you let him lay his heavy head in your hands, drenching them in tears and kisses. Eventually, you feel your patience stretching thin and ask, "So how did you know my new name? And if you've been looking for me, why didn't I know about it?"
Your dad looks at you dazed, as if he still isn't sure if he's dreaming, and doesn't dare say the wrong thing and wake himself up. Still, even a surly stoic like him can see when you are tired of waiting on him to man up and explain himself. "I'm SNIFF sorry. Oh God, Amy, I'm so sorry. I should have told you I knew! I should have told you I was okay with it! I should have talked to you instead of hiring Becca to tempt you into discovering the real you! I shouldn't have let you leave...I thought you just needed a little more time to tell me...but I never thought you'd run away. Then Becca wouldn't tell me where you were, just that you were happy and safeish and that your name was Amy. I begged...offered a fortune, but she said she doesn't trust daddies...and I guess I don't blame her. Oh, God...I'm so suh SOB suh SNIFF sorreeeeeeee!"
You can never go home again...but you can console your fallen father, even forgive him, but you're not ready to trust him, not because you think he'll try to hurt you, but because you don't know that he can help himself. You can do a lot, but you can't raise your dad now that he's finally realized he has the emotional maturity of a toddler. "It's okay, dad. I'm fine. I'm happy. I've got an exciting road ahead of me and the love of my life to walk it with me. I can't stay here anymore. It's got too many bad memories and even more good ones. I'll stay in touch though, and I hope your road keeps intersecting with mine."
Your father looks up at you, drying his tears and looking at you proudly as he says, "I guess what they say is true...you can never go home again. You're your own person now, Amy, and I know you'll do remarkable things. Just seeing you so strong and open and self confident is already so much more than I was able to teach you. I will though...I'll be a better man. One day, I hope you'll be as proud of me as I am of you. In the meantime, I'll be there for you the best I can, anytime you need me. You or your road partner...you're family."
El' finally drops the bat and introduces themselves. After some awkward well meaning acknowledgement of how 'well they've grown up', they start just talking with each other and get along a lot better than you expected. Dad whips up some ubereats, his best recipe, and you give him a slightly censored version of your recent history. You realize you might not have censored as much as you planned as your dad blushes brighter than you've ever seen and babbles, "So...it's nice that you two are so GULP compatible. I hope that principal isn't still in charge of students though."
"Ha! She's in charge of sucking cocks at the local branch of the SJC!" El' interjects and your dad blushes brighter than YOU ever have. You all laugh and for a moment it feels like you are home again...not your childhood home, even though literally you are, but a new home that you're building beam by blushing beam.
You can't go home again, but on your journey you know you will build a veritable village of new homes both temporary and permanent. El' has enough space for you to live in their heart, and they can weekend and winters in yours. You no longer feel the weight of the past crushing down on you, and the present is such a nice place to stay, that tomorrow is just one more thing to look forward to instead of dread.
You can never go home again...
But you can bring it with you with every step...
Welcome Home
(Ending 21: Home)
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[[Restart!->continue]]Why on earth would you want to be in control when surrender tastes so sweet? You know you can trust Ella with your life, and although you are used to being the one that had to drag your frightened, frail friend everywhere, she seems to have discovered a newfound strength along with her new, nubile body. You feel an paradoxical sense of power in living and loving your truth, even if it's as a bottom.
Ella rolls her hips in slow circles to churn your cunt to butter while she rolls her tongue around yours, making your head spin and eyes roll back in your head. You feel so small and soft and sexy, and getting slowly and deeply plowed by another petite princess makes your submission more exponentially erotic. Still, you do feel inclined to remind her of her promise to fuck you hard, which you do by biting her bottom lip and pinching her puffy nipples. "EEP!" Ella squeaks adorably as she begins picking up the pace, thrusting hard and hurriedly into your quivering cunt.
No more words are exchanged as she grips your hefty hips with her small, soft hands and pulls you up and down on her pistoning prick. You remember Becca beating your spurt spot with her beefy bludgeon, and it has a lot of the same heat, but a lot less hurt. Even at her sweetest, there always seems to be a sting to Becca's honey, but Ella is pure sugar. She can make it hurt toothache sweet, but you can feel down in your soul that she is beating your ass with her balls as much for your sake as hers.
Your moans meld together and your cries cascade out of King Rex's mouth and down to the park below. The few park goers around must wonder if they added a new attraction that has someone so excited, and it's certainly the ride of your life as Ella kisses and squeezes your breasts and barrels into you again and again until your pantied prick paints you both with gallons of girl goo. She is fast behind, flooding your cunt with her sweet seed and somehow still hammering away at you. Your teeth rattle and your toes curl and all you can do is wrap your limbs around her and hold on tight as she fulfills her promise and then some.
It feels like hours have passed since you climbed the rusty reptile and slid down Ella's sissy shaft, and then time stops completely when she pulls you so close you can feel your hearts race like hummingbird's together, filled with sweet nectar and necking like lovebirds as she finally empties her umpteenth load deep inside you and cradles you close. You stay wrapped around her for as long as you can, loving the feeling of her inside you even after the fireworks have fizzled and the flames of your passion have dimmed to a romantic low glow.
It's only when you hear Ella's stomach growl that you slide off of her, feeding your own cravings by cleaning the cum off her cock. You pull out a plug that Becca lent you for messes like this and PLOP it in your hole to save the rest of her seed for a snack later. It gives you a little giddy glow feeling part of her still inside you. Ella doesn't seem bothered by her boi briefs, and you wonder if that means she's less girly than you, or just more comfortable in her own skin. Either way, you feel a little more confident in yourself, almost as it Ella left a little of her surprisingly soft strength inside you with her seed, but not so strong that you can come up with anything more meaningful to say than, "Soooooo...uhm...that was fun."
Suddenly you are the bashful, blushing one. It appears to be contagious as Ella positively radiates from her rosey cheeks. Still, she somehow musters the strength to respond, "It's okay to be honest about it, Amy. I loved it. It was the most magical, romantic, and extraordinarily erotic moment of my life. I'm glad I got to share it with you. And we don't have to put a label on anything right away, but I really, really, reeeeeeeally want to keep doing this." Ella gives you a soft, sugar sweet kiss and and brushes the hair out of your face. It's such a small gesture, just a gentle kindness, but it means that much more for being so small and sweet, just like her.
"Uhm...yeah. I'd like that...you know not to put a label on anything but...maybe we could do this again...maybe real soon?" You feel like a shy schoolgirl asking out your crush, which you guess, technically, you are. Ella smiles and puts her clothes back on. You wish you could stay longer, but you know it's no good to stay out too late and draw more attention to yourself. Which brings up a question you feel terrible for not asking sooner. "Oh, God, Ella! What are you going to tell your folks?!"
Ella tilts her head and looks at you curiously, as if she can't believe you are only just now considering this. "Well obviously I am going to tell them the truth and hope for the best. I'm legally an adult, so if they don't like it, they can suck my balls. Sides, it's not like I'll have trouble finding a place to crash. What about your place, cutie?" She gives you a cocky little arched eyebrow that is cuter than it is cool, but it's so god damned cute that it more than covers the spread. It makes you want to immediately offer her a place to stay until she knows for sure it's safe for her to go home, but if you do, you'll have to come clean to your own father. You don't know if you can do that, even for Ella.
If you don't, you will be letting down your best friend, maybe a lot more than that. You don't know if you can be as brave as your shy, sweet friend, but if you don't start now, then when will you?
What in the world will you do?
[[Offer a warm bed, an open heart, and no more secrets->offer]]
[[Decide to crash with Becca->decide to crash with becca]]"My pleasure, Momo Milfies!" Your slutty sissy daughter slams her sissy shaft balls deep inside of you in one brutally blissful blow. You see the reflection of the SMILF (Sissy Momsies I'd Love to Fuckthebrainsoutof) spasm and spurt, coating herself in sticky sissy squirts while her whole body throbs like a cumming clit. Your mind melts like baby butter all over Samantha's throbbing, thrusting, thick daughter dick. Being fully fucked and dominated by your failson sissy and loving every searing, shameful second, you sink deep, deep down the sissy spiral.
You watch yourself lapping up your own sissy splooge as you grind against Samantha's supple hips. You can't believe how devastatingly debauched and degrading it looks, but in a warped way, the very shamefulness of it helps you distance yourself from the wretched reality of your situation. After all, you are at least a 51% ironclad straight man. You would never be dressed up like a slutty schoolgurl while your flesh and blood fills you with her flesh and cum. It must be someone else getting her cunt creamed and reamed. And it can't be you, because you're dreaming right now. The wettest, wickedest, naughtiest nightmare you've ever had. After all, nothing could feel this goddamned gooey good in real life. You couldn't possibly be experiencing full body orgasms more powerful than every pathetic pump of jerk juice you ever felt as a man? So you must be dreaming, and nothing counts in a dream.
"Oh fuck, mommyface! You made me cum so hard I almost swallowed my tongue! Get on my bed, I wanna suck face and screw you all night long!" Somehow, making out with your deliciously deviant daughter feels even more twisted and taboo than anything else you've done. It's almost romantic, and it's such a perversion of your fatherly kisses you gave your son when he was so innocent and full of promise, but then again, it's just a drooly daydream and the SMILF in the mirrored ceiling looks so sexy sucking on her daughter's tongue that you can't stop watching her get frenched and fucked.
You lose track of how many sissygasms explode like atom bombs inside you, vaporizing you with brilliant bliss into nothingness...and then doing it again...and again...and again, until there's nothing left of the 1% straight man hiding inside the bimboi's busty body. All that is left is a reflection and a dream, and you spend every waking hour cumming on your daughter's dick and hoping you never wake up. Finally, your bliss bombed brain mercifully surrenders to a beatific black out....
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[[Suddenly, a rude awakening->suddenly a rude awakening]]What's the point if fighting it for even a second longer? Who cares if you feel like a man deep down when you ache to be fucked even deeper? Even if you do manage to resist every single stuffing you're ever given a choice in, you are still stuck on the bottom rung of the pegging order surrounded by beefy bimbois that can fuck you until your mind melts. Why not hurry it along and enjoy the fall?
You plant your hands on the hard concrete wall and push your ass up and out. You are so ashamed of what you are about to ask that you can't even look up to see who is going to pick up your 'subtle' offer. You wait, whimpering but miserable minutes pass and you don't hear any wet footsteps of feel any hungry hands on your body. You feel so ashamed knowing what you will have to do to get a hot injection to relieve your symptoms, but your hunger wins out over your humiliation and you break down and beg, "Please...somebody, anybody! Fuck me!"
"Disgusting pig! Barely born as a bimboi and already begging for it. Well, I've got what you need." You feel hard, huge hands squeeze your ass, sending a spurt of seed squelching to the floor. You still can't look, as if somehow not turning to see the beefy bald butch bitch makes it any less embarrassing to shake your ass around her shaft as she hot dogs your thicc cheeks. You don't bother hiding your moans now, not seeing the point in acting prudish when a huge prick is pushing against your pucker and you're doing your damndest to push back onto it while the brutish beauty is holding you back and laughing, "Haaaw haaaaw haaaa! Not so fast. You better have brought enough to share with the rest of the gurls!"
You feel the man deep down inside you squirm and can practically hear his screams, but you drown him out with your own squeals, "YESSSSS! Everyone can fuck me! Fuck my ass, three at a time if you want! Fill my throat until cum shoots out my nose! Wrap my dumb fat tits around your dumb fat cock! Hands! Feet! Armpits! Anything you want! Just feed me your cocks!" Your voice is cracked and crazed by the time you finish screaming and you have captivated the interest of every imprisoned bimboi. You wish you could just crawl under a rock and die after your depraved display, but the bald bull does you one better by hammering in what feels like a fist sized cockhead with more than a foot of shaft behind it and sends you straight to Heaven.
"The other sluts can have my leftovers, but no one fucks a sissy when Butch is around before she's had her turn!" It takes you a second to realize Butch is referring to herself. In that time, you've already lost track of how many sissygasms she has forced out of you with her pounding pink python. You paint the wall with your seed and snort mindlessly as Butch cleans the concrete with your fat tits. The pain is exquisite. You know it should be agony, but all you can feel is tiny little love bites followed by a rush of adrenaline and endorphins like your whole body is being shot up with joy juice. The man deep down inside of you is so drugged up that he's sucking Butch's big cock as it fills you so full that it bruises your brain and quiets all your nagging worries about shame or sanity.
"We've got a real live one, gurls. This fuck pig needs it almost harder than I can give it....almost." Butch grabs your arms and almost yanks them out of their sockets pulling you back onto her pistoning pile driver again and again. Your head slams hard into the concrete, but they feel like love taps with all the sissytonin and endorfuns flooding your veins. You wonder why anyone would want to be anything other than a sissy skirt. Even pain don't hurt when you have a huge hard cock kissing every inch of your greedy gash. You can't even spell humiliation, much less process it with your brain bursting like a pinata filled with cum candy. That metaphor is kind of muddy, but you're too dicklirious to realize it.
"Alright, ladies. Your turn." Butch unloads gallons of girl goo inside you without breaking a sweat. You shake and shiver and sissygasm and flop on her cumming cock like a fish on a hook. You fall to the floor as she pulls her prick out and paints your body with her seed. You are in love. You want to be one of her sissy slaves and would offer your tongue as her toilet paper, but she walks away disgusted and leaves you as scraps for the rest of the wolves. You don't mind, there's enough fuck pig to go around, and you love the idea of being stuck on a spit.
It doesn't take long for you to be scooped up by the assorted atavistic assbholes and stuffed full of cocks. Not exactly high minded literary types, they took your earlier offer to fuck every fold they can find quite literally. Three cocks fight for dominance in your impossibly elastic hole, a halo of hung hardons cram inside your thirsty throat and exploding ejaculate until it dribbles out your nose. Every crevice you can imagine and at least five you can't is stuffed with spurting sissy shafts until the hot spray of water isn't enough to clean the sticky slime covering your quivering climaxing flesh. Your sickness thanks you again and again and again in the form of soul searing explosions of euphoria, so white hot that the fever burns away everything inside you with boiling bliss. Your dignity, your sanity, your sense of self...you never realized how fragile they were, how easily they would be fucked away forever.
"Dani? Dani? Ah damn. Youse has gone and got yousself fucked stoopid on youse first night. Oh well. Come with me. I'll make sure youse don't drown in the shower." Sugar stands over you in the empty shower. You wonder how long you've been here...what happened...how you can drown in a shower, when you feel the water fill your wide open mouth and struggle to remember how to spit. Sugar drags you up and the water dribbles out of your mouth as she carries you back to your cell. You hear the hoots and hollers of your precious pen pals and you blow french kisses at them, already hungry for more. You feel so foggy, so feverish...so free.
It's going to be five years of hard time, and you only hope you can get more with bad behavior. Just imaging the heaven awaiting you is almost too much to bear. You are content and satisfied, and you know you will be until...
The End
(Ending 14: Stupid Sissy Shower Slut)
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[[Restart!->continue]]What little reservation the guests had at the Sissy and Studs party goes out the window as you fall to your knees and begin lunging instinctively towards whichever cock is closest to your plump, panting lips. Daisy is first to feed you her pretty prick, and you moan as much in shame as you so in lust as you slide your lips around her mushroom head and slide all the way down her swollen sissy shaft, kissing and licking and sucking.
There is a horribly familiar taste and texture and scintillating sensation as her sissy clit makes your throat feel like a wet cunt. The video isn't fake, as you half hoped you would discover. You ARE a sissy cocksucker, and you hate how much you love it. Worse, the crowd can clearly see your relish far outweighs your earlier feigned reluctance and you soon have a crown of huge cocks and thick clits draped over your head. You don't discriminate between sissy and stud shafts, desperately deep throating both with equal passion. You bob and suck and feel them swell in your cunt throat and them pull off to suck another.
It isn't long before the first of the sissy shafts explodes all over you. Daisy is the first to christen you with her sissy spurts, pulling out to coat your face and hair and hissing, "Here's your mother's day gift, motherfucker!" You wish you could be mad at her, but the endorphins and adrenalin and whoremoans and sissytonin are drowning your empty little head in liquid love. Daisy's eruptions sets off a chain reaction of climaxing cocks and spurting sissy sticks. You catch what you can in your mouth and allow the rest to cover your body.
You know going from butch bully to bukake bitch should make you feel mortified and miserable, but with your head filled with rainbows and your body bubbling with bliss, every splash of spunk feels like a sizzling kiss on your supple skin. Your own sissy clit starts pumping out girl goo, much to the amusement of the audience gathered to watch studs and sissies alike paint your pretty face. You laugh too, giddy and guileless as more cocks surround you and you are lost in a whirlpool of sucking and slurping. Your reverie is broken only when you hear a familiar voice coo, "From now on, I'll be the one fucking your culo!"
Daisy pounds your sissy pussy, and this too feels confoundingly familiar and unnaturally natural. Why did you try so hard to be a top when getting your asshole stretched and filled and bred feels sooooo much better. Sure, a tight sissy cunt feels so sweet milking your girl girth, but even then you expend so much effort ignoring your real cravings and spend so much sweat pounding away. You were on the short end of the dick all this time. Getting fucked is sooooo much easier, and your asscunt feels like it's just covered with a billion baby cocks throbbing and cumming with every searing spear of her sissy shaft. You spurt and seize and spasm, and the sissygasm that tears through you makes your hardest, hottest orgasm feel like a sneeze in comparison.
"Yesssss MMMPH SLURP fuck SHHLP MMMeeeee! I don't KISS SUCK want to be a MOAN MMMPH top anymore! I WHIMPER KISS want to be a SUCK MOAN bottom OOOOH bitch EEEEE!" You explode into sticky wet bits, sucking and bucking and stroking any cock in reach. Your nipples feel like two hard, spurting cockheads as a stud titfucks you, your whole body a playground for anyone that wants a ride. You go blissfully blank, barely noticing if it's a sissy shaft or stud shlong filling your hungry holes as the rest of the party descends into a sea of tangled flesh.
You even have a few dripping wet cunts rubbed in your cum coated face, as if they are showing you what you can never have. Silly little girls, why would you want to play with those complicated parts when a simple straightforward cock is so much easier to please and pump?
You feel a hard cock explode inside you, the fuckteenth by your last count, only to be replaced by some small, shuddery boi boner. He must have gotten so caught up in watching that he just had to risk his manhood for a few fumbling seconds of bliss inside you. You turn over your shoulder and see James' flushed freckles and feminine features soften and shift as she explodes inside you, her fiery red hair flowing down even as her breasts fill out and her figure follow. She doesn't even waste a beat, continuing to pound you with her growing girl dick even as studs and sissies alike surround her to fill her new hungry holes.
You get a sick charge out of corrupting a boi and making her a bimboi, and you secretly hope she plans to punish you even more severely than you did Daisy. You hope you get to infect more bois before the nights over, and from the looks and sounds and smells and taste of the crowd, you are in for a loooooong HARD night....
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As you wake, you realize what the morning has in store for you.
[[The first of many Walks of Shame.->walk of shame]]You never do end up having to figure out why you love sucking sissy shafts and getting stud fucked so much when you are really a 100% straight stud on the inside. You never have to worry what happens when you can't bliss bomb your brain until you don't think about the inherent paradox of chasing after the thing that repulses you, because the pleasure that comes with the inner pain obliterates every last ounce of shame or self respect. You don't have to think about anything, you just have to look sexy and suck or fuck anything offered up to you.
And you do look sexy...a maddening minx in a clear plastic nurse's 'uniform' that always seems to be dropping pencils and having the damndest time finding it once you bend over and start swaying your ample, inviting ass to anyone that needs a check up. No one has the heart to tell you that they know you are too dick dumb to write a note even if you had a pencil, and no one can turn down such a cock craving sissy slut like you. Even people that come in for actual ailments end up filling one of your hungry holes with cum. Even Nurse Honey was surprised when you sucked off a convict being stitched up after a brutal shivving, but you weren't surprised when he let you.
When the clinic is slow, you always have Nurse Honey on hand to give you a colonoscopy with her sissy clit or a make you say 'AAAAH' before shoving her swollen shaft down your throatcunt. Even she is amazed, and a little alarmed, by your constant need to be filled with cocks and cum. Still, you only have to drop so many pencils before she loses control and pounds your spurt button until your mind melts.
The work days blur together, stud faces are interchangeable, and even when they make you shout their name, you forget it by the next patient. Back in the showers you are shared by countless sissies that love a bitch that won't say no to even the bottomest beta bimboi and never stops bucking back and sucking like your life depended on it, no matter how many bimboi bulges you bounce on. Your cell mate is who ever carries you back to her cell that night, fucking you into bed and into a deep, dreamless slumber.
It's like you have only been locked up for one, neverending day, and you spend almost every mindless minute of if flying free as a bird, soaring and spurting and sissygasming, emptying balls and being relieved in turn...of cravings constantly fulfilled...of regrets eternally swept away...of the weighty chains of responsibility and choice...all that remains is perfect pleasure...all day, every day, until...
The End
(Ending 15: Hellloooo, Nurse!)
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[[Restart!->continue]]It kills you to have to turn to your friend for help getting off, but being boned and blue balled and burning up with fever and everything aching makes for a powerful motivation to ignore your pride and head over to Drew's dorm. You just hope he that with as wrecked as he looked this morning then he'll skip class and be more than willing to pay his penance for 'helping' you into this mess in the first place.
Your 'good' luck just won't quit. Drew answers the door wearing a ratty robe that is splayed open shamelessly. His breasts spill out brazenly and his thick shafts hangs for God and everyone to see. You kick yourself for licking your lips, but you both know what you're here for, even if you aren't quite ready to admit it to yourself. You barge into Drew's dorm, demanding, "Okay, you said you'd help me out. So suck my cock or get me a better plug or something, because I am starting to feel really sick...and really WHIMPER slutty."
Drew sighs looking exasperated and beat, but that doesn't stop him from boning up. He sighs, sounding half horny and half harried, "Look...I am happy to help in way I can. I just...last time you ended up crying after spending hours working on a single spurt. Then you begged me to fuck you until you blacked out. If that's what you need, I can do that. I just want you to know it's okay if you want to skip to the begging part." He sits on his bed, still slipping out of his robe and showing off his delicious D-cups and soft, supple skin. You wish you could say that's what you were staring at. You wish you could just walk over there and fuck his face until he shut up about your whimpery weakness last night. You wish you could stop staring at his strong, sinewy muscles hiding beneath his feminine flesh and wish you could stop drooling at his most impressive throbbing between his legs.
You feel your knees buckle, a purely physical reaction, of course. You don't want to crawl over to your friend on all fours with your ass arched and swaying submissively, but it's like your body's on autopilot. You feel a hunger deeper than starvation and a pain worse than any injury you could imagine surviving. Your vision blurs and your eyes water and the only thing you can seem to focus on is Drew's meaty cock. You try to pull yourself together, but it's like the real you, the one that want to stand on his own two feet and skull his friend, is locked in the back of your head...watching helplessly as you start nuzzling your buddy's balls and nurse on his nuts.
You feel so excruciatingly embarrassed. You want to say something, anything, to try save face, but what's the point when you are slobbering on Drew's sack? If only it didn't taste so scrumptious, but that's not your fault is it? No, it's your traitorous, tainted tongue. If only you weren't moaning so loudly, that even muffled by a mouthful of his nuts, Drew can clearly hear how hungry and horny you are for him, but that's just your sickness, right? You don't love tasting testes...except for that one time which was really the weed's fault...it's just a symptom of the bimbug. You've almost half convinced yourself that you are still a straight boi on the inside when you manage to mumble between slurps, "Okay, so I need LICK cock every so MMPH often just LAP like you, but I'm SHLLP still a SUCK stud where it MMM counts!"
Drew looks at you with kind, understanding eyes as he runs his fingers through your hair and coos, "That's right. You're just my studly buddy and I'm just scratching an itch for you. No one ever has to know and I won't think less of you no matter what happens." You could cry from how tender and touching the tombimboi's words are, but that would just make you feel even more emasculated. Instead, you peel off your boi clothes so that you are just wearing your silk thong and stockings with your titanic tits pushing out your sheer baby doll up and out. You don't shed a tear as you wrap your breasts around your bff's boner and slide down his shaft so that you can wrap your plump lips around his wide cockhead and suck deep and hard and hungry.
It's worse than you worried it would be, by which you mean so much better. Even just jerking Drew off with your creamy breasts is almost to intensely erotic to endure. It's like your most sensitive nerves on the end of your cock were replicated by the billions, rearranged to cover your beautiful breasts and achingly hard nipples, and rewired to be a googillion times more sensitive. You feel your own barely fucktioning cock swell and spurt untouched as you feel your first titgasm, but unlikely your last. Another cruel change to your bimbug afflicted body is your arousal levels. Normally after cumming, your libido drops and you feel sticky and ashamed and ready to clean up. With your new bimboi body, cumming just makes you hungrier and hornier for Drew's dick milk, and you begin sucking deeper down his shaft, burying your face in your own breasts and almost blacking out from lack of oxygen.
Ironically, even with almost no air reaching your lungs, you feel less out of breath than you did before you had a sweaty shaft sawing in and out of your tight throat. Your illness seems to find ordinary healthy behavior sickening and responds to depravity and degeneracy as if they were wholesome. Your new nerves are even naughtier in your hungry hole than on your tempting tits. They are overwhelming in number and overpowering in potency. This can't have been cloned from your cock, because the nubs and nerves humming and vibrating with such erotic enormity couldn't have come from any body part you ever possessed. It's like your tender, taut tissue is coated with countless clits, climaxing and cancerously spreading sissygasms across your corrupted cells.
You can't remember what you did during your pink out last night, but somehow you know that you will remember every sordid detail of this as if it were seared onto your brain. You know you will feel humiliated when this is over, and probably hungry for more. You don't know if you will ever be able to even attempt to be a man again now that you know all too well how much more euphorically explosive your orgasms are using your throat than they were when you used your dick.
You reach down and are surprised to find your shaft is soft yet still dribbling cummies. You stroke it faster, but even when you manage to time your hand to the sucking spirals of your lips on Drew's dick, you still only manage to get it half hard. Defeated and delirious with lust, you let your body do what it wants and begin deep throating your friend's futa fuckstick with eager earnest. It hits even harder and deeper when you do, setting off another string of sissygasms bombarding you with bliss like a clusterfuck of climaxes. By the time you feel your friend throb and twitch and flood your throat with gallons of milky medicine, you have already done the damage. You know that no matter what other phyrric victories you manage to eke out as a man, they will taste like ash compared to this awe inspiring ambrosia.
You fall back beaming and blushing but finally feeling almost content. You lick your lips, looking up lovingly at Drew before he snaps out of his own dreamy daze and notices. When he looks back at you with the same naked affection, you feel ashamed and lower your gaze. You feel so strange. The really real you wants to throw up, but it's taking all his focus to convince the rest of you not to let your pal taste his load on your lips and tongue. You realize that this might be as much relief as you can safely endure, and you excuse yourself saying, "Uhm...thanks I guess. Can we find a time to do this maybe once a day? If I can delay the worst of the symptoms, maybe I can get better at resisting them entirely over time."
Drew nods, but looks as if he's politely agreeing to a lunatic knowing reality will just set them off. You ignore his disbelief, telling yourself that's just because he hasn't found a way to resist his cravings. You tell yourself you won't be as weak as him...or as you were just a few minutes ago. You tell yourself that somehow, some way, you will resist your siren sissy side and build callouses and courage until you are manlier than Drew is. You tell yourself that soon you won't even be tempted to make these little house calls. In fact, as strong as you are feeling with your chum's cum still warm on your tongue, you are half convinced you won't ever need to come back for another injection ever again.
You swore you wouldn't beg for more, but...
[[You come crawling back the very same night->come crawling back same night]]"Come on, bro. We're still buds. If you can't jerk off in front of your friend, then what are friends for?" It sounds stupid even as you hear yourself say it, but Drew acts like it's the sweetest Hallmark card he ever got. He turns so you won't see him wiping away a tear and he shimmies out of his boxers. You can't help but peek at his thicc, but toned ass, and you have to sit on your hands to avoid giving it a little squeeze. As he kicks off his shorts, you notice a black piece of plastic sticking out of his ass. You can't believe it, but your buff bimboi buddy is wearing a buttplug!
"Yeah...about that. I call her my little helper. I can't get off anymore without certain...stimuli. Even when I'm just chilling or going to class I wear it to take the edge off the symptoms. Can we keep this between us?" Drew looks so vulnerable sitting next to you even though he is still a head taller than you and could easily lift you in the air with one hand. It makes him look almost...adorable. You remember that it's your buddy you are ogling and nod nervously and take another hit to take the edge off.
By this point things are almost too smooth. You feel uninhibited and unfiltered, yet so horny that all you can think of is cumming your brains out. You need to jerk off, and fast, before you get so gooned out that you embarrass yourself further, or worse, hurt your friend. You find the firestick and pull up pornhub on Drew's big screen knowing he will always have something hot cued up that will make you cum in five minutes or less. You always liked to give his taste in porn credit for your quick countdown to blast off, but the truth is watching the same scenes alone never got you as excited. Part of the rush was always the unspoken awareness of his cock, hard and throbbing, right next to you. You try not to think of that now, and instead press play on the first saved video on his account.
Your eyes almost pop out of your skull when you see a slender boi that could be your cousin grinding against a butch bimboi that could be Drew's sibling. The boi somehow looks more feminine than the big titted 'gurl' with his make up and thong and thigh high stockings. Drew blushes as he sees your surprise and tries to take the remote from you. One one his breasts bounces free in the struggle and smacks your face softly, and now it's your turn to squirm and simmer. You stammer, "It's okay! We can keep watching! I think it's kind of hot!"
Drew looks grateful and relieved, but also a little curious. You aren't so sure what it means yourself. You only said it to make your friend feel better, but having bluffed him successfully, you start to worry it might be true. You've tried to avoid any bimbug related porn like the plague, worried what it might awaken in you, and it seems those fears were well founded, because your heart is racing, your head swimming as the blood rushes to your face and cock, and your lips drooling as the tiny twink gives the larger bimboi a lap dance. You sneak a peak at Drew and spy him stroking his cock in a frenzy and rolling his hips to dig his plug in deeper and you almost cum before ever touching your prick.
"Sooooo hot..." Drew hear's your drooly drawl and looks over at you with a lost look of unrequited lust. You quickly look back at the screen and stammer, "I mean the scene is hot!" That proves no less embarrassing as the action has heated up and the boi is bobbing up and down on his buddies boner with only the thin layer of prophylactic to protect him from infection.
You can't believe how hot is making you, nor can you pinpoint why. The boi looks pretty enough that you could almost mistake him for a girl slobbering on a shaft, but if you are being honest with yourself, it's making you feel more flushed and feverish than if it were an actual girl. Maybe it's the big breasted butch boi. Sure he is acting as manly as your friend Drew, but his body belies his true nature, which like the sissy boi makes it somehow hotter than if it were just a dude or a even a girly gurl. Maybe it's the inherent risk of infection that is making you feel almost like you might catch his craving for cock. Whatever the reason, you are leaking precum like a sieve and your tongue is lolling dumb and drooling from your lips.
"NNGH Come on NHH come on! GGRRRR!" Drew sounds positively pained and you turn to peek at him humping his hand hard. His hips bucking to meet his furious flurry of strokes and then slam back down hard on his plastic plug. He looks so forlorn and frustrated that you wish you could help him somehow. He appears to be on the verge of tears, and somehow seems no closer to cumming than he was when he started stroking.
He catches you staring and slumps back into the couch, his face so disappointed and defeated that you feel a pang of sympathetic shame. He finally sighs, almost a sob, "Huff...I...I'm sorry, Brian. I think maybe you should leave. I thought I could act like everything was the same, and I appreciate you trying too, but let's face it. I'm a freak that can't cum without a warm mouth or hungry hole on my cock." He sinks lower into the sofa, his shaft almost looking like it's crying as a pearl of precum falls to the floor.
You don't know what to say, words fail you, not that they would change the reality of the situation. You can leave and you will prove your friend right and lose him in the process...or....or... It's almost too crazy to consider. In fact, it's way too crazy to consider...so why are you considering staying and offering to help him out? You aren't gay...are you? And is it gay to suck a guy's cock if he mostly looks like a girl? You aren't sure if you want to know the answer to that question, but you know that you will never stop wondering about it if you leave now.
Will you leave or stay?
[[Stay and help Drew cum->stay and help cum]]You look at your lovely daughter, her tongue lolling lewdly out of her mouth and drool running down to her breasts as they bounce beautifully with every pounding blow the stud behind her jackhammers into her tiny frame. She looks so frail...so vunerable...so helpless. You've been stuck there too, trapped between your own unnatural urges and dominated by big dicked dirtbags that just want to use you as a fleshlight. You think back to all the times you dismissed your darling daughter as a slut...a sissy...a brainless badgurl bottom bimboi bitch, and your heart almost rips asunder with regret.
You get down on your knees and crawl over to her so that you are just beneath her as she is bent over, panting and plowed. You lift your head to plant a plaintive kiss on her soft, supple lips, then a longer, more apologetic one, then a lingering lusty one, until you are sucking on her lips and tongue and whispering wetly between kisses, "I'm so SMACK sorry, sweety. I was so blind, so SHLLP stupid. I never realized how KISS hard it is to resist a hard SUCK fucking. From now on, MOAN mommy will help you get off instead of get on your SMOOCH case. From now on, mommy will KISSSS show you how proud SHHLLP she is of you, and hope SUCK she can make you WHIMPER proud of her too."
Samantha is stunned speechless, or perhaps she just doesn't want to disappoint her proud mommy by talking with her mouth full of your tongue. Either way, she doesn't need words to express her affection when you break the kiss and back up slowly to let her giant gurl girth slooowly spread your sissy cunt. The stud behind her is still rutting robotically away at her, pounding her with power and precision, every shuddery blow sending her sissy shaft spurting inside your creamy cunt. It's just one of countless fucks from another anonymous asshole using her body like a cocksleeve and cum dumpster. But the way you are tenderly, tortously teasing her throbbing clit by slipping your sissy pussy up and down it in sticky spirals is something new for you both.
"Muh muh MOAN MommEEEEEE! It fuh fuh NNNPH feeeeels sooooooo fucking FUCK FUCKING FUCK MEEEEEEE....PANT PANT sooooooo goooooooood!" You turn your head to find Samantha's mouth and her lips crush against yours, her tongue sliding wet and wanting inside you as her delectable dicklette does the same. You can't remember a time you've been so close to her, if ever. It's beyond the searing sensuality and orgasmic overload of her pretty pricklette pumping her girl goo in your cunt as you seize up and sissygasms and spurt around her shaft. It's the hardest and hottest bliss bomb that's ever buffeted your bimboi body, but the warmth doesn't obliterate your brain this time, it illuminates it.
A moment frozen in the sticky sweet amber of sissy spurts is more than enough to ponder the paradoxical problems of your progeny pounding your pussy and why it feels like the most filthy and fatherly and magical and motherly moment you've ever shared with your sissy son and devoted daughter. You are giving her love in response to her scorn. You are showing her she deserves to be wanted and worshiped while she settles for being used and abused as long as she gets attention. You are proving you will love her whatever she becomes, but offering the promise of something beyond the base, bestial instincts of your bimbug infected bodies. Most importantly, you are showing her your vulnerability, showing her that you need her too, that needing someone and admitting it isn't a weakness. It's a strength. You have said this and so much more...all without a word.
You barely notice the bricklayer finish flooding Samantha with his stud seed. You are too lost in her lips and entangled in her embrace. You both twist and turn and writhe and slide slickly against one another. You explore each others bodies as if for the first time...tenderly, reverently, lovingly kissing and caressing and squeezing and sucking until you have both lapped every sticky spot off each other and shared it in a kiss. It feels like forever, but it's over in minutes. You gradually come down from your heavenly high and both slowly disentangle from each other with a knowing look.
You realize that there are unkind eyes upon you, and you can't let them know you two are thick as thieves. You whisper, "They're watching us all the time. Quick...slap me." You see Samantha's eyes as she sends you reeling with a viscious backhand and you wonder if she's ever looked more hurt. You shoot her a loving look back that eases her pain and you both share a conspiratorial smirk as you realize you can communicate without words and the dull dickheads spying on you will just see Samantha bullying her bimboi mommy, and not the inseparable union of family forged in a fiery fuck and stronger than steel.
Samantha makes a show of spitting in your face and sneering, "Get back to work, ASSistant sissy slave! We've got a lot of appreciation to show and you aren't paid to stand around looking stupid, or else you'd be a gajillionaire by now." You nod sheepishly and follow her on to your next employee to reward. Her spittle sizzles on your skin, but you let it linger...like a kiss on the cheek you don't want to rub off. You smile vacantly, a mask of mindlessness as you plan your next move.
[[What's next?->whats next]]You decide to dress for the job you want, bullying and buttfucking sissies and stealing all the studs girlfriends. You find a wife beater that stretches obscenely over your fat tits, your puffy nipples peeking out the sides of the straps. You decide to freeball it since you plan on your cock getting a lot of use tonight, and you don't want anything to get in the way. Your old jeans don't fit anymore, so you cut them into denim shorts that look more like underwear, showing off your ample ass and brawny bulge. You find a letter jacket one of Daisy's studfriends forgot and rip the sleeves off. You put on some knee high white socks to cover your shapely lithe legs, but it inadvertantly accentuates them. You add combat boots to make sure no one gets the wrong idea. You finish with fingerless leather gloves and shades. You look in the mirror, not sure whether it's more of the "fuck you" vibe you are going for, or more of a "fuck me" vibe.
Maybe it's the flaxen locks of flowing hair? You quickly fix that by giving yourself a butchy short haircut with the side shaved. You still aren't sure whether you look more punk butch or punk bitch, so you turn and ask Daisy with a sneer, "So, be honest, would you suck my dick?"
She falls to her knees before you, whimpering, "Please..." and fumbling with your zipper before you push her away. Still, it's proof enough to you that everyone at the Sissies and Studs party will know you're doing the pitching tonight. You snap your fingers and Daisy gets up on her feet in a daze, torn between hating you and horniness and not finding relief for either.
You explain your plan on the way. "So you are still on punishment for turning me into a sissy with your infected, incest fantasizing body." You watch her wince as you bring up her sleep talk and know you've found the right knife to keep twisting. "So if you don't want me inviting your daddy out here and turning her out, then you will be my wingbitch tonight. You know all the studs and sissies. Most in the biblical sense, and a few in ways even the Bible didn't think to ban. You are going to help me land every sissy I point out. And if I think some party crashing boi is ripe for turning, I just might let them fuck you to find out." She scowls but nods, making it clear you have her under your thumb, but that she still hates you with the fiery passion of a former top. Good, it's not as much fun if she doesn't despise you.
The plan is set...you look every bit the part...and for the first time in your life, you actually feel every bit as confident as you are projecting.
You arrive at the Beta Beta Beta sissy only sorority house, and see a huge crowd milling towards the door. There are a good mix of sissies, Betas and unaffiliated bimbois. More studs than you care for, mostly made up of the assholes of the Alpha Alpha Alpha frat. You spy a handful of coeds, brought by their stud boyfriends, but they look visible uncomfortable hanging tightly to their dates arms while the sissies glower at them. You even spy a sneaky boi or two, either just here to whimper and watch, or maybe they are ready to put their manhood to the test.
You make your way through into the Beta House, drawing your fair share of curious glances. Most sissies dress to please studs or to avoid attention if they are still trying to avoid getting fucked. Butch sissies are rare, and true tops almost unheard of, what with the near constant call of throbbing, tasty cocks. You plan to prove the exception to the rule, turning your hateful cravings and using it to fuel your amorous aggression. You scan the party and spot your first victim. You nudge Daisy and she sighs and nods obediently making her way over to lay the groundwork...
Who is your first target?
[[James, a lost little boi->james]]
[[Candi, the sissy cheerleader->candi sissy cheerleader]]You can't believe you have to put up with this bullshit! You just turned 18 years old at exactly 8:08AM this morning and now it's Friday night, the best night to head out with friends and get so fucked up that you forget this momentous occasion in your life. Instead, your overbearing father has decided that you can't be trusted to make 'appropriate life decisions' and has hired a baby sitter to watch you all night. You would tell him to go fuck himself, but in addition to being an overprotective prick, he also spoils you with any new phone, game system, clothes, car, bling, or anything else your greedy little heart desires.
You suppose he hasn't recovered from your mother's passing just three years ago. He went from largely absentee friendly father to largely absentee prison warden who provided an admittedly nice cage for his only prisoner, you. You put up with his anal authoritarian streak for so long because you enjoyed not having to do much of anything but play games, get high, and laze about. You did find it odd that your dad never seemed too worried about what you got up to at home, as long as he knew you were doing it alone or with other listless brat bois.
You expected this to change once you were 18, but he gave you the same short but stupid speech he always does, 'my house, my rules.' Seeing as you don't plan on moving out and footing your own bills anytime soon, you are stuck staying at home while he hires some other teenager to watch you. Having spent most of your free time since puberty jerking off to porn that grew increasingly depraved the more jaded you got, you can't resist a little hopeful fantasy of some stacked sex kitten hired as your REAL birthday gift, but you suspect the PS5 is the only action you'll be getting. He probably got some gawky 14 year old to watch you, and even you aren't that depraved.
You don't know what he's so worried about. It's not like you are going to get a girl pregnant. They tend to not fawn over poor little rich bois when they have studs to milk dry. You had once thought the Bimbug outbreak would be your big break, but women seem turned off by boi's too scared they might be sissies to fuck a bimboi. If anything, the bimboi's are even worse competition because they exude confidence and sex, and they all have bigger cocks than most bois too. You aren't an outlier in that department either, so you long ago gave up even trying.
You suspect he's more worried you'll be infected by some seductive bimboi after you foolishly try to prove you are 100% stud and immune to their cute corruption. You have tried telling him you have no interest in bimbois, but you think he might have found a way to skim your browser history and knows differently. It's not that you want to get turned out...not really, but it is an almost terrifyingly tempting thought...purely, as a harmless fantasy of course. If anything, you're being aware of your own weakness makes you the safest boi alive. You don't want Daddy Warbucks to cut you off and you dread finding out that being transformed isn't as fun as all the pornos make it seem only after you fuck yourself for life, so you avoid the comely contagions like the plague.
Which is what makes it all the more stupefying when you sneak a peek as your father answers the door and see your babysitter is a bimboi! Now you know your dad must have some way of spying on your internet history, because your babysitter is...
Exactly.
Your.
[[Type->type]]You would have to be crazy to join her. It is a one way ticket to pound town. There is no way she won't try to turn you out, and even if she doesn't, there's no way you can resist sliding inside her pornalicious proportions and fucking her until you explode inside her. She is your perfect gurl, a porn obsessed bator boi like you, only she's always had the courage of her convictions to be a proud pervert. Now that she's been reborn as hew own ideal woman, you realize she's your ideal woman too.
She makes love to the camera, getting off on being watched, a voyeur turned into his own exhibitionist wet dream girl with the almost ridiculously round ass and teeny waist with huge, heavy torpedo shaped tits ready to sink you to your knees and curves that careen so wildly you are hurtling off into the abyss. Yeah, you'd have to be crazy to think you could resist her.
So you don't. You stand up, stripping your clothes with every step. You must be crazy. It's insane to expose your barely average boner and skinny, slightly feminine frame to the whole world. You know Alexis will post this online. As a boi she was a 'world class sex creep' by her own description, as a bimboi you can't even imagine how deep her depravity goes. She seems pretty straight forward about wanting to drag anyone half willing down with her, but you wonder if she's ready for someone diving in head first like a lunatic.
She looks almost surprised when you pull her into a passionate kiss and grab her beautiful breasts and ample ass and squeeze and stroke and slap every fleshy, feverish inch of her you can reach. "Hey jerks. This is MMPPH MMM SLURP Brian and MMPH SHHLP SUCK oh MMM fuck it KISS SHHLP LICK" Alexis forgets the script and delivers the rest of her monologue moaning in your mouth and speaking in tongues. You respond in kind, sucking and biting her lips and tongue until they bleed and drinking the heady cocktail of her boiling blood and wet whimpers. You must be crazy...
Crazy for being so lonely when there were heavenly harlots like Alexis around begging to be devoured. You dig your nails into her cantaloupe thicc cheeks, drawing sweet juice and hungry moans. Your bite her breast leaving teeth marks around her hard nipples like halos that fade almost instantly. Far from offended or scared, she responds to your hunger by sliding her tongue so deep down your throat that you wonder if she is trying to slide down your stomach. You aren't a sadist exactly, just as hungry for this porn goddess as she is to be devoured, defiled, debased and dented. You know that sounds irrational, but you are crazy after all.
You break the kiss and snarl and Alexis follows your unintelligible order to the letter. She turns and presents her ass, arching it and grinding on your groin. You don't have time for the usual show of making her beg for it or wasting time with foreplay. That can come later. Later you can kiss and cuddle and do all the things people do to show they care. You aren't people right now. She is porn and you are desire. You are going to devour her while she consumes you. You aren't sure if you will survive it, nor do you care. Call it crazy, but you feel saner than you ever have in your life.
"Yessssss! Fuck meEEEEEEEEE!" Alexis cries out authentically as her cock shoots steady streams of seed onto the concrete floor. You push her down, pounding away at her plump ass as you wipe up her waste with her massive missiles. She lets out yearning yelps and bucks back hard against you until it's all you can do to meet her thrusts. Her tight cunt slides around your cock, squeezing it like a steel hand in a velvet glove. You roar and rutt and drool, dazed and dangerous and deliriously happy as you pound away at the perfect partner. You are fucking a fantasy made flesh, one that wants you, or at least wants you to want her, as bad you want her. That sounds a little nutty, but then again, you are crazy.
"Please...cum in me!" Alexis turns her head so you can see her diseased eyes, dripping with desire. You wonder how much is her condition talking and how much is her own innate sickness. Maybe she just wants to see if you get infected to see what the title will be. Ha! Like you would cum inside a bimboi just to give her a good name for a porno.
You'd have to be crazy...
[[But crazy is my middle name.->crazy is middle name]]You wish there was another way, but despite her sunny demeanor, you seriously doubt the nurse would be willing to entertain any alternative to helping you cum. You bend over the steel exam table and wait with baited breath as the nurse pulls down your pants with one swift tug. The cold air smacks your ample ass leaving squirming back and forth, impatient to get this over with and feeling so embarrassed and exposed. Despite this, or maybe because of this, your cock is rock hard and drooling in anticipation, something the nurse doesn't fail to notice, "Aww poor little thing. Just a newborn bimbaby with no idea how her new body works. Well, no worries, my name is Nurse Honey I am a Medical and Sexual Professional."
You wonder for a moment whether she got her sex pro and medical pro credentials at the same motel, but then she slides a dainty digit between your cheeks and past your virgin asshole and you get preoccupied with your current predicament. You want to shout for her to stop, but strangely a low moan escapes your lips instead. She takes this as an invitation to continue, droning dreamily, "The Bimbug virus rewires your nerve endings in your ass and throat to send pulses of pure pleasure at the slightest touch. And the deeper I go..." she slides a finger knuckle deep and you feel like your whole body is on the verge of cumming. "The more intensely you feel it all over your new body."
Nurse Honey pulls out her pointer and you pout and pant, trying not to beg her to slide it back in, but worrying that if she doesn't soon, you might start hemorrhaging cum from your eyes. "Of course, increasing thickness has a similar effect!" She chirps cheerfully as she adds two more fingers inside you, stretching you past anything you've ever imagined inside you. You feel repulsed...it's so foreign and violating to have something...someone inside you, but your body is telling you that it feels better than anything you ever felt as a man, and that you should find out how much betterer it can feel before you tell her to stop.
"Now it's only natural to have lingering feelings of ickyness as we call it in the medical profession," you seriously doubt that is the medical term, but you're more concerned with the way your lingering feelings of ickyness are starting to be overcome by the terrifying throbs of pleasure tearing you apart from the inside out. "Once I push your spurt button, you won't worry about being a boring old boi again." Her fingers curve and plunge deep inside you and push every last pent up bit of boi bubbling, boiling bliss bursts out of you and onto the steel exam table.
"See? That's a good gurl. All better now." Nurse Honey removes her fingers leaving you feeling empty and ashamed as the last of the spurts dribble from your dick and tiny aftershocks of ecstasy make you shudder and spasm until fading away entirely. The weight of what you have become begins crushing down on you and you wish there was some way to escape it. You are trapped in your body, tormented by its illicit impulses, surrounded by perverts plotting to prey on you, and walled in with stone and steel. A prison inside a prison inside a prison, and there is no hope of release in sight.
"Aww, is my patient experiencing the postcoital depression? It's a common ailment among sissies. Luckily, I am specially trained and specially equipped to provide a more in depth and long lasting procedure that can help treat the symptoms for longer." Your jaw drops as she lifts her scandalously short skirt and pulls out a cock that rivals yours! You vaguely wonder how she manages to tuck it out of sight in such a tight, revealing outfit, but your more pressing concern is how badly your body is begging you to let her perform the procedure with her pulsing probe.
[[Get a "thorough" rectal exam->get a thorough rectal exam]]
[[Turn her down->turn her down]]You feel like you might die if you don't cum soon, but there are fates worse than death, and as stupid and unimaginative as the guards are, you have no doubt they can find a suitably horrifying punishment. Besides, you don't trust this prissy punk. "You aren't touching me with those diseased lips, you filthy whore! I'll explain myself to the nurse and they will have some kind of treatment for me! They have to."
Pixie looks at you with a mix of disappointment and sympathy. You turn away from her and a minute later you are pulled up by a gruff guard, grumbling, "Alright, bimboi, let's get you processed by the nurse so we can see if you are a sissy or not. Heh heh heh." You ignore his obvious sarcasm and hope a medical professional will be more open minded. The guard drags you over to a observation table and tells you to get on it. You see cum stains beneath the thin white sanitary paper and you dread how thorough this exam might get. That is until the nurse walks in...
She is dressed in a pink latex fetish nurse's costume with a skirt so high you can almost see her cunt and a top plunging so low you could almost nurse from her massive milk bags. She looks almost unreal, a porno practitioner in the middle of this all too real prison. The guard chuckles as he leaves you to be examined, saying over his shoulder. "Now don't get too rough. Remember, I'm just on the other side of the door."
You assumed he was talking to you, so when the nurse chirps, "Oh don't worry, Officer Cochon, I'll be gentle...mostly." She smiles so warmly that you forget the chilly implications of her words. She saunters over to you, her breasts threatening to spill out of her top with every step. You strain in your pants, your precum stain spreading shamefully. The nurse sees it and says, "Oh my! You have an acute case of thrombus erectus! This needs to be relieved immediately or you could get ejaculitis infectus! I'll need you to bend over the table to get a better angle of approach!"
You are tempted to obey everything she says in her soothing, seductive voice. You don't have time for a second opinion, and you are sure you will die if you don't cum, even if the nurse seems to have gotten her education at the same sex shop she bought her outfit at. But do you really have to bend over to cum? Maybe you could suggest an alternative procedure?
Will you go along with the procedure?
[[Bend over!->bend over]]
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"Let's see if I can still out drink you as easily as I always did." You take the bottle and pour yourself a half dixie cup of cheap rum and mix it with generic half flat cola. You make a mental note to ask Daisy to get her boy toys to buy her some better booze...after she's had a few drinks and is feeling friendly, of course. You take a deep swig, probably to fast for starting out the evening, but you want something to take the edge off. Sure enough, you are feeling a lot less tense and a lot smoother as you feel the liquor warm you up.
Pouring herself a cup that's more rum than cola, Daisy takes an even deeper swig, but doesn't show any signs of it affecting her as she teases, "Drink me under the table, my ass. You know I always out drank you, out smoked you, and out played you in every game we played." She gives you a haughty smirk that makes your cock want to slap her across the face, but you just watch silently as she downs her glass in one gorgeous, gulping guzzle. Her expression remains unchanged, and you feel the urge to prove her wrong, even though you know deep down she is right. Dave always used to beat you at every game the two of you played, then again, Daisy hasn't beaten you at anything...yet.
You lift the cup to your lips, lifting it high in the air and pouring it down your throat. You manage to get it all down, but not with out some spilling out the sides of your mouth. You feel your face grow flushed and you already feel the effects of the devil's drink making you feel uninhibited and reckless. You see Daisy trying not to laugh and you pour yourself a stiffer drink. "Sure, sure, laugh it up, unlike you, I still have a gag reflex."
Daisy gets a pretend pout on her face, trying and failing to look offended before laughing, "Fuck it, I can't even keep a straight face and say I'm not super stoked to not have a gag reflex any more. Hey, check this out..." she grabs a popsicle from the fridge and slides it in and out of her throat, softly sucking on the the 'head' and rolling her tongue around it between plunges. She sees you squirming and straining in your pants, and pulls it out, giggling, "Pretty hot, huh? If you want to watch me finish it, you've got to drink as long as I'm sucking." She dangles it in front of her lips and you've got your cup lifted in the air a split second later.
You don't know which is more intoxicating, the burning blush of the booze flowing through you, or watching Daisy suck off a popsicle with the skill of a pornstar and the passion they only pretend to have. Her soft muffled moans and the way her hands slide over her perfect body has you ready to pop in your pants. You have downed your second drink before you know it, and you stare longingly as Daisy melts her popsicle in her mouth, and your brain with her body. She catches you not drinking out of the corner of her eyes and stops in her tracks, pulling the half devoured dessert and blowing on it for effect. You stammer, "Sorry...pleasse...don stop." And quickly pour a third drink, you are so hurried, you fill the glass with rum before you know it, but you don't want the popsicle to melt in the time it takes you to pour some out in another glass, so you start chugging it down.
Your throat burns as you gag and gurgle the liquor down. You find yourself wishing you didn't have a pesky gag reflex either. Not to deep throat popsicles of course, but just so you didn't end up with half your drink staining your shirt. The half you do manage to get down burns like fire and melts away what little resolve you had left. This voluptuous vixen has lured you with her seductive show and now you have no defense against whatever she has planned for you next. You smile as she pull the stick out of her throat and licks it clean and you wish you were a popsicle stick more than anything you've ever wished for.
She makes her way over to you...slowly slinking and swaying, licking her sticky lips...this time, you plan to lick them too...
If...
you...
...can just...
keep...your....
...eyes...
....
[[Wake up!->wake]]No! You might be a bottom bimboi bitch, but that doesn't mean you are worthless. You won't be a toy passed around like a door prize, a chinese fingering trap to pull in weak willed bois and pump out wet wanton bimbois. You have a perverted plan just way too fucking crazy enough to work, but as dick dumb and desperate as you are now, you don't have any other ideas.
"Hey, Slade? What's the matter? Are you scared to cum in a bimboi because you know deep down you're a sissEEEEEP!" Slade slaps the words out of your mouth and sends you sliding across the floor. You smile and spit blood, the pain already fading as a flood of hormones drench your delirious ditzy brain. Slade is back inside you seconds later, trying to hate fuck you hard enough to hurt you. It's a wasted effort, but you applaud his ambition as it only makes you cum harder and clench down tighter, making him struggle to maintain control and avoid cumming before he has you beaten and broken.
"Stupid, slut. I'll show NNGH you! If I can't UNH hurt you, I'll make you NNNF feel so good it shatters your soul. Then I still won't give you my GRRR cum! I'll feed it to every sissy but you!" Slade makes a pretty convincing claim, and to his credit, he is plowing you harder and faster and deeper than you ever dared go before. Your body writhes and thrashes like you are being electrocuted, but somehow it feels even more excruciatingly euphoric. Pleasure this intense is too much to process, and it's closest analogue is pain, and you feel the words forming in your throat, any second and you will beg him to break you into pretty pieces.
Then it hits you, not fighting head on doesn't have to mean total surrender. Instead of struggling to stay above the waves of ecstasy crashing down on you and drowning in the attempt, you hold your breath, let the crest carry you down deep into the depths of your sordid shameful soul, then pull you back up, gasping and grasping for that crystal moment of clarity everytime you climax. You know you will be crushed down again with the next wave, but it's more than enough time to taunt, "You NNF fuck OOH like AAAH a NNGH bimboi."
Slade loses control, slamming down into you that you are pinned helplessly. He punishes your pussy with a pile driving, pistoning punch straight into your prostate, hitting it again and again and leaving you little more than a puddle of pained pleasure on the floor. The waves are cumming to fast and hard to ride the crest back up now. You can barely breathe, brainless and babbling, blinking in and out of conciousness. Oddly, you aren't afraid, as this too is a part of your perverse plan. You only need one more chance...one moment when Slade slows down...the moment before he cums and is at his wildest and weakest and most malleable.
Just when you feel like your surrender will come sliding off your lips whether you want it or not, you feel the tell tale twitch of his throbbing tool and know the buggering bully is close. All it takes is one whispered whimper, "Don't think about how much better this feels for me." You see a look of horror hit Slade's fearsome face as he tries to think of anything else. Too late, he realizes how you've trapped him, and tries to pull out. Unfortunately for him, bimboi's are tougher than they look, and much more slippery. While he's been throwing his whole body into fucking you, you've been resting and ready for this moment. As he pulls back, you push up with your limbs until you follow him crashing to the ground, your cunt still clenched tightly around his cock and milking his last load as a stud.
"NoooOooOOoOOOOH my GooOOoOooOOOOD!" Slade shrinks smaller and smaller until he's tinier than you. His breasts swell to absurd OMG-cups and his ass balloons out making yours look modest by comparison. His hair grows long and flaxen and bright pink as he becums the very visage of what he desired, and despised most. "Oh Gawd...I'm like a total bimboi now!" You half expect her to hit you, but her hands are too busy exploring her new body. She looks up hungrily at the studs surrounding her, simpering, "Oh no. You guys are all gonna fuck me now and I can't stop you! Right? RIGHT?!" You almost feel sorry for her, her hatred of bimbois turned her into a caricature of one, and now she is surrounded by studs too scared to fuck her.
"Christ, Slad-er Sally, get a hold of yourself. Looks like the party's over for the studs, but I'll bet the newborn bimbois will feed you." Brad carries his former friend over to the beach bunny and busty brunette and sets her down. Within seconds she is stuffed at both ends and Brad is back offering you a hand up and a backhanded compliment. "Thanks for the show, Amy. I never expected my wingman to get shot down by a sissy, but it's a good look for her. The party's ruined because all the guys think they'll be next, but that just means more for me. I'll give you a great review, oh and here's your tip." Brad grabs you hard and kisses you softly setting off the meltdown you put off for so long. It means a lot that he's willing to show such sweetness, and by the time he breaks the kiss, you have to be carried off by Ella.
You pass Ella the keys as you are way too drooly and dick drunk to drive, and you spend the whole ride back giving her road head while she pets your head and praises you. You purr proudly around her shaft and lovingly lap at her sack and you feel like you are floating on a sea of tranquility. She rewards you with a thick load followed by a sticky kiss when she pulls into the pretty punk's pad, and kissing turns to petting which leads to penetration, pounding, and a pulse raising ride on her lap until Becca comes out to call you inside.
"Great job, girls. That's the first time I've gotten compliments for a fuckfest ending early. No offense, but I was worried about you on your own, Amy, but it looks like you can handle yourself just fine." Becca's approval means more than you expected, and soon you are bawling in her arms while she and Ella take turns kissing your tears away and snuggling close to you until you finally fall asleep, dreaming of who your next client will be...
[[A Principal without any principles->a principal without any principles]]You feel a knot of anger and disgust tighten in your stomach. You despise Fawn for letting herself be bullied without even putting up a fight. You are used to bullies, used to them looking down on you and trying to push you around, but you never backed down no matter what the cost. Now that you are in an even more vulnerable and voluptuous body, you have an epiphany. Bullies just take what they want. It's their so called victims that are really to blame for not fighting back in the first place. Instead of spending the rest of your life charging at windmills, maybe it's time to join the winning team.
You flash Fawn a predatory grin and she instinctively blushes. "Don't worry, Fawn. As long as I'm around, you won't need a key to cum. Now turn around so I can see what I'm working with." She whimpers pathetically, but you notice her caged clit drooling in anticipation. It's just as you suspected, she gets off on this kind of treatment and just pretends to hate it to ease her own conscience at the expense of her so called bully's. She turns and her plump, pale ass peaks out the bottom of her top. You lift it to get a better look at her goods and notice a tramp stamp that says 'Cum Dumpster' and decide that will be her name from now on.
"Alright, Cum Dumpster, let's see if you deserve your name." You pull her cheeks apart and give them a hard squeeze. Dawn yelps but you hear a note of needy hunger in it as well. You spy a pink bedazzled buttplug in her cunt and give her right cheek a resounding SMACK. She yowls and you snatch her head back by the hair so she can see the fire in your eyes as you spit. "I knew it! You act like a victim, but you are just another cock chasing Cum Dumpster!" You pull her plug out with a PLOP and she wails louder than when you spanked her.
"No! I swear I'm not a AAH slut! The other gurls make me WHIMPER wear my plug so I'll be helpless and OOH horny all the time! I don't like being NNH used like this, but I'm so MOAN helpless!" Fawn is practically panting by the time she finishes her mewling, and despite her protestations, her ass is grinding against your girth with desperate dexterity, squeezing your shaft and hungrily hot dogging it. It takes every fiber of self control not to feed her cunt, but you aren't going to let her off that easy.
"Oh? You're just a little lamb surrounded by wolves is that it? Then let's see how long you can go with out begging me to fuck your cunt, Cum Dumpster!" You push her face into the cot then keep it their with your heel. She squirms and sobs but you hold her hips tight so she can't use her ass to jerk you off any longer. Instead you slowly, tortuously slide your thick prick in the comely crevice of her ass, pausing everytime your cockhead grazes her throbbing asshole and then slapping it with your spongy mushroom head. You knead and pinch and slap her ass the whole time, sending her into convulsions of perversely pleasurable pain.
You keep count in your head. You expect her to last at least a few minutes, but after Thirty Five Mississippi, she whimpers, "Please fuck my cunt!" You smile and spank her cunthole with your cock again and again, but don't give her the satisfaction of sliding it inside her. You won't tell her what you want to hear, you know deep down she knows it anyway. "Please?! I'm SOB begging you! I need it!" You press your helmet against her hungry hole and hold it in place. If you exhaled you would slide inside her, but you just keep her on the edge. "PLEASE! I'll do AAH anything! Please MOAN fuck your WHIMPER worthless cum dumpster! I'm SNIFFLE sorry I lied! I OOH want it! I NNGH need it! I love being abuOOOOOH!" You shut her up by slamming your fat fuckstick all the way up her cunt in one throbbing thrust.
"I SMACK fucking SPANK knew CRACK it, you THWACK lying WHACK cunt!" You rain blows down on her pale, plump ass, reddening it raw. You pound her cunt even harder, forcing sticky spurts from her cage and slutty, slobbery sobs from her moaning mouth. You feel like you are going to explode as your cock pulses and plunges inside her again and again, but you grit your teeth and hold your cum inside with sheer searing, straining force of will. You lift your foot off her head so you can lift her up, holding her head so she has no choice but to look you right in the eyes as you fuck her brainless, and then keep pounding her ass. You can see the shame being washed away by her all too ready tears, then replaced by wanton, wanting lust. You see the naughty, nasty spark gleaming in her eyes as her true self is laid bare.
"Yes! OOH God yes! I'm such a NNF filthy fucking MOAN hole! I tease studs and AAH sissies with my shy lil' slut NNH act so they'll bully and WHIMPER buttfuck me! Please! Pound EEE me! Punish AIEEEE me! I deserve it! GUUUUUUUH" Fawn goes dick dumb and begins cooing and gooing and gushing nonstop as you finally let loose with a load that rockets out of you leaving every immaculate inch of you feeling like the tip of your cumming shaft. You keep fucking the cum out of her sloppy gash as she tries in vain to catch your lips with hers. Instead, you spit in her mouth and she laps it up like a loving kiss.
You are so turned on by turning her out and revealing the true cum dumpster cunt hiding in the meek mouse body that you explode inside her again, this time it's a mushroom cloud launched from your mushroom head as you detonate inside her. You have an out of body experience as you look down on yourself continuing to cum and fuck and spurt and saw your pretty prick in her fat ass. When you finally come back to your body, you can feel a warm, righteous glow of beatific bliss surround you. You let Dawn fall to the floor and before you can say, 'clean me', she has swallowed your shaft and slurped up every sticky speck of splooge.
You look down in disgust and desire and sneer, "You're my bitch from now on. And I'm just getting started." She just sucks harder and you smile sinisterly.
Yo do beleive you are going to enjoy the next few years of fun, especially if you get to spend them with your new bitch. After all, for you this is a new beginning, but for her, this truly is...
The End
(Ending 16: Beta Bully)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]"You want to be a slut?! I'll show you how real men treat sluts! I'll fuck you so hard, you won't need to go sniffing after bois like a bitch in heat!" You lift Samantha off your lap and toss her over your shoulder. She kicks and fights but you can tell from the way her dicklette drools against your shoulder that she is loving every sordid second of this.
Fine. You'll just have to enjoy it more. You continue slapping, pinching and kneading her doughy cheeks as you carry her up the stairs to your bedroom. She yelps and yips, but it only makes you angrier, and hornier. It's like a tiny chain had held back the primal, starving beast inside you, and now that the chain has snapped, nothing, not your filial affection, the bounds of decency, not even the risk of infection can hold you back. By the time you reach your bed, you are drooling almost as bad as your deviant daughter. You toss her on the bed and growl, "Ass up! Face down! That's all a slut like you is good for!"
"Oooooh yessssss, Daddy! I'll be sooooo good for you." She sways her hips hypnotically her ample ass filling your field of vision and blocking out any reservations you might have had. This is the ass that launched a thousand hateful hard ons. All those pens dropped and sloooowly picked up. All those times she sat in your lap to 'kiss you goodnight' and grinded against your girth while you had to pull her lips off of yours. All those nights she 'mistook' her shower for yours, or her bed, teasing and tormenting until you couldn't tell if you wanted to punish her slutty ass, or fuck it. Now that punishing her plump posterior proved pointless, you only have one choice left.
"OoooOOohh DaddeeEeeeEEEEEEEE!" Your debauched daughter cries out like a baby bird and coats your sheets with her sissy spunk as you fill her slutty sissy slot with your fat cock. She is so much tighter than you expected she would be. If you didn't have mountains of evidence to the contrary, you would swear she was a virgin. She is milking your angry prick like a baby nursing, desperate for your milk, but you aren't going to let her off that easy.
THWACK SMACK SLAP
You spank her hard and fuck her harder. She cries out in anguished ecstasy while you piston in and out of her like an engine about to overheat. Only you aren't going to 'blow' anytime soon. No, your slutty sissy still has a lesson to learn. "You just had to keep THWACK teasing me. You are so SMACK diseased that you even SPANK sniffed after your daddy's dick. Is it everything you CRACK dreamed of?! Is it worth SLAP breaking your father's heart and throwing your life away?!"
"YESSSS! Sooooo worth it! Oh god, Daddy. This is the MOAN dick I've been dreaming of. It's so fucking hot knowing the MMM cum that made me is gonna flood my OOH sissy guts. Please, cum for me, Daddy. I am gonna go crazy if you keep making me spurt with your fat, footlong fuckmeat. EEEEEEEEE!" Samantha keeps spurting and spasming uncontrollably on your shaft. It's like fucking someone having a seizure or an epileptic fit. You never considered that a fantasy of yours, but the way her cunt is practically sucking your cock, you can't say you exactly hate it. You'd love nothing more than to explode inside her and toss her aside like the useless cumrag she is, but that would be too easy.
"Not so fast, SPANK slut. You wanted Daddy's dick, now you're going to THWACK take it for as long as I want. You are too used to CRACK fucking teenage bucks and other slutty sissies. They may have energy, but real men have SMACK experience, endurance. I can SLAP fuck you all night and not cum until I want to. I could fill you so full of CRACK cum you'll look pregnant. The key is...I decide. You're just the SPANK fuck hole. No one asks a pocket pussy if it's good for her, and that's all you are to me, a living THWACK cocksleeve."
You yank a fistful of Samantha's hair to bring her eyes to yours, but they have rolled up inside her head. Her tongue lolls lewdly and she drools all over herself. You smile, knowing you have broken the bitch in less time than it takes to scramble eggs. She will never forget this fuck. She will live for your cock. You will have to decide whether or not you want train her to be a good gurl with a daily dose of Daddy dick as a reward, or if you want to make her sink deeper into depravity as a naughty fuck pet. Either way, you don't plan to stop fucking her for hours now.
You have plenty of time to decide between now and when you cum whether you want a good gurl for a daughter or a bad bimboi for a fuckpet.
What kind of a daughter will you teach her to be?
[[A good gurl->teach her to be a good gurl]]
[[You don't get the chance to pick->you dont get the chance to pick]]Deciding you might as well go in the order you infected them, you decide to try to start helping Bunny first. Of course, you'll have to address them all before you get the chance, as they don't seem inclined to give up their numerical advantage anytime soon. It's only when you reach within spitting distance that you remember you are stark naked, while last night's victims still wear what remains of their boi clothes.
You fall to your knees, out of instinct as much out of contrition, and wail, "I'm so sorry! I made terrible choice after terrible choice last night, and they kept getting easier to make and more destructive! I have no right to ask forgiveness, but please, I beg of you, please let me try to help make amends!" Tears stream down your face, and though their eyes contain endless, deep pools of venom, you look up, unflinching and await their verdict.
Samantha is the first to speak, "Well I can't speak for anyone else, and I won't tell you I'll forgive you if you can find a way to unfuck my life, but I will give you a shot." Apparently the bashful bimboi does speak for them all, because they all more or less agree with her. Before you know it, you have exchanged contact info with all the bimbois and paired off with Bunny.
"So, if I'm being honest, I don't entirely blame you for my bimboification. After all, I went first and I kind of thought I knew the risks. Still, if wanna help, my biggest problem lately is finding a place to crash. I mean, maybe that's gonna be a lot easier now, but I'm tired of sleeping on couches and getting kicked out. I'm a free spirit, brah...uh sis. I don't want to end up a sex slave, even if I do kinna love getting fucked now. If you can find a permanent pad and plenty of time to surf, then we're square as far as I'm concerned." Bunny stares expectantly, as if she thinks you're moonlighting as a party favor because you got bored of sleeping in mansions.
You consider your options, think of who you know who might be able to help out, and then the answer comes to you in the least likely of places. Bunny is equal parts surprised and skeptical about your idea, but since she has nothing to lose, she lets you drive her out to the beach and down to a secluded, private path. You've known the owner most of your life, and you are absolutely risking your secret getting out even further, but you don't see any other alternatives, and you do owe Bunny a debt.
"Who the fuck are you and...Aaron?!" Buffy, a fit, fuckable beach brat you know as a longtime friend of the family, and a particularly painful unrequited crush of yours stands slackjawed and stunning in a almost non existant bikini. Two tiny triangles struggling to cover her wide, dark nipples and massive melons and one straining not to pop with the strain of her hefty hips. Your cock swells in your stained silk panties and you pull your hoodie lower.
"Uh...it's actually Amy now. I was hoping you could help a friend of mine looking for a place to stay. This is Bunny, and I turned her into a bimboi last night." You step aside so Buffy can meet Bunny. As you hoped, there is an immediate attraction between the two. You knew Buffy wasn't hung up on gender ever since she stole your middle school sort of girlfriend. Bunny is exactly her type too...hot, horny, and hella stupid. She strains in the tight fitting tank top and board shorts she wore last night, but she carries herself with such a casual cockiness that Buffy is the one blushing.
Bunny smiles warmly, "Hey, just so you know, I'm not looking for a handout. I am mad down to do chores. I'm a great cook. I clean like nobody's business, I eat ass, uhm oh I'm good at getting knots out, I got a real nice cock...oh, and I didn't mind taking it up the ass even as a boi...there's always something I forget...hmmm...aha I'm a notary too!" You bury your face in your hands and start to think of a plan B, but Buffy is already pulling the beach bum into her house and dragging her to the livingroom where she starts ripping her clothes off.
You stare, stunned, stumbling in and shutting the door behind you. You knew Buffy was free spirited, but you never expected her to be quite this slutty. You wonder if it's the pheromones, but if it was, then why wasn't she all over you? She notices you squirming as she strokes Bunny's shaft and teases her lips with her darting tongue. "Oh...so you're staying? Sorry...sorry I don't mean to be cruel, but when are you going to learn to read a room? Bunny, will you be a dear and eat me out while I explain something to Amy?"
Bunny clearly doesn't object to eating for her supper. She's got Buffy's bottoms off and her face buried in her bush before you can say, "Buh?" Bunny laughs musically and you feel an icicle pierce your heart. You knew it was going to be hard watching her hit it off with some stranger after spending a lifetime ignoring your affections, but you didn't think it would be so pornographically painful. Still, this is all part of your penance.
Buffy makes a sympathetic expression, or she starts to make one but her face contorts in pleasure as her new roomie motorboats her clit. "Fuh fuh fuuuuuuck! Oh don't look so saaAAAaaad. You just NNGGH never did it for me. See, I know what I WHIMPER want and I take NNF it, like Bunny here. You just stand AAAH and squirm and wait for someone to NNGH GUH give you permission to cum. EEEEEEEEEEE" As if to punctuate her point, Buffy grabs Bunny's blonde hair and rides her face like a sex toy until she sprays all over her. Bunny quickly laps it up and keeps tonguing her deeper. Finally, Buffy pushes her away and says, "Whew. That's enough for now."
You wish you could correct her, but you literally just stood and watched her get tongue fucked while squirming in your panties waiting for an invitation. You turn to go, ready to accept this as part of the price you have to pay when Buffy stops you at the door. "Wait. I want you to know you've always been a good friend and I'm so happy you seem to be making the changes you need to. I won't tell anyone and your friend can stay here as long as she likes. I also want to give you some advice. If you don't go after what you want, if you don't act like you deserve it, if you live your life waiting to make a move, you'll only end up alone or with someone who will take advantage of your hesitation. I hope when you find yourself you let me know. I think I'd really like whoever she is."
Buffy kisses you softly on the lips and you want to spin her around and fuck her up against the door, but you don't know if that's a sign of your growing self confidence or your growling hunger pains. Instead you break the kiss and say, "I hope I like her too," and head back out to your car, hoping your next victim's problems are just as 'easy' to solve.
[[Samantha needs a new name.->samantha needs a new name]]You look up at Joy with pitiful puppy dog eyes and continue your appeal, "Please? She would love it here and you would love having her here...and I would love her having me here." You just barely blush as you admit your affection for your bimboi bestie out loud. It's getting easier everytime you are open about what you want, especially when you have the expectation your partner might actually give you what you ask for.
"Well, I usually try to watch one girl at a time, as this place is already a little cramped, but from what Becca tells me, you two certainly don't mind being cozied up together. Sigh...I can't deny my little darling anything. Go on, ask Ella if she wants to stay, you spoiled brat." Joy strokes your hair to let you know she means 'spoiled brat' as a term on endearment and you toss your arms around her beck, almost decapitating her you squeeze so tight.
"Hmmm...do I want to stay with my sexy sissy friend and a MILF that will feed me, fuck me, and fluff me? Well it sounds tempting...tell you what, let me pretend to be your big sister while I'm there and you've got a deal!" Ella drives a HARD bargain, but truth be told, you would have begged her to play house with you before the day was out. This way, you get to pretend you're doing her a favor and maybe in return she'll pretend to bully you between kissing you so sweet you get a toothache.
It's less than an hour before Ella shows up, but it feels like days. She arrives in the cutest little Sailor Boi outfit, complete with pinl satin short shorts, a matching midriff bearing top, a silk bandana, and a little cap. She looks so cute in her costume that even Joy relents, sighing, "Oh you bimbois and your costumes. Well, it's a special occasion I suppose. Amy, get your trampy tea dress and I'll grab my apron. But don't expect this to be a daily thing, and you still have the same chores to do once we're done." Joy tries to sound firm, but you can hear the excitement in her voice, as if your girly giddiness is contagious.
"Oh my God, Amy! She's even hotter than you said! Thank you so much for sharing her with me! You're my best friend!" Ella pulls you into a kiss that's so friendly that it takes everything you have to break it to get into your slutty Alust in Wonderland outfit before begging her to bully breed you. You are beginning to realize that this is a lot more than a besties with benefits deal for you, but you worry what will happen if you tell Ella and she doesn't feel the same way. You decide you can worry about that later. It's like 'mommy' said: today's a special day, and you want to savor every second of sublime splendor.
"Look at you two little angels. You look good enough to eat. Now you two play nice together while 'mommy' makes a nice batch of cookies." Your jaw drops, as does Ella's, when you see the apron Joy grabbed. She is wearing nothing but the red rubber apron, her breasts straining against the top and pushed up and to the side, jiggling and jostling yet somehow always staying just inside and teasing you with every tantalizing second. It extends just low enough to cover the top of her legs, pushed up by her hard, drooling cock which she is jerking into the batter.
Ella and you stand hand in hand, slack jawed and stunned as Joy stirs the batter with her throbbing prick. Despite her earlier complaints about costumes, she is clearly enjoying the effect playing house has on you too. Joy coos, "The extra ingredient is UNGH love. Now...would you two like to take turns licking the spoon? Ella, it's your first day. Why don't you go firOOOH!" Joy doesn't get the sentence out before the good little femboi is on her knees and lapping lovingly at her hard cock.
You drop to your knees, drooling as you watch your bimboi bestie bob up and down on 'mommy' meat. You adore how assertive and eager she is. You love how she can be submissive with out a shred of shame, or dominant without a iota of aggression. Well, normally not aggressive...until you sidled up next to her to take your turn cleaning batter of mommy's stirring stick and hoping to earn some baby batter as a result. Ella playfully pushes you aside, and you whimper wetly, enjoying seeing how swiftly she shifts between top to bottom, butch to femme. It's like she has this total understanding of herself, so she can be multitudes at the same time or laser focused on a fiery, filthy facet.
"Now, now. No pushing Ella. And Amy, you barely gave your BIG sister enough time to clean my cock. I think you two should kiss and make up." Mommy says every sticky syllable like they are sweet syrup sliding off her luscious lips. You two don't need to be told twice. Ever since she stepped through the door, you have been looking for an excuse to make out with Ella, and judging by the way she pulls you into a passionate kiss, parting your plump lips with her tongue and sliding her delicate digits all over your body. Inspired by the strength displayed by her sluttiness, you too embrace going for what you want, this time by crawling in Ella's lap while lapping at her lips and grinding your generous globes on her girthy groin.
"Damn, SLURP Amy, MMPH mommy's been SHLLP teaching you LICK real good." Ella's praise makes you whimper with gratitude around her tongue as you bounce in her lap and writhe wet and wantonly against her hot, hungry hands. You don't even notice mommy hovering over you until she slides her swollen shaft between your lips. It's a more than welcome illicitly intrusive interruption, and you keep sucking and licking at each other's lustful lips, just working around mommy's massive meatpole. You take turns sucking on her sweet, spongy cockhead, sharing like good sissy sisters and savoring every sloppy, slobbery, sizzling second.
"Oh NNG god... GUH good...UNH UNG girls...OOOOH just...AH AH AH keep...NGGG sharing...MOAN mommy's EEEEEEEEE!" Mommy explodes midsentence and midway between Ella and your eagerly expectant faces. You are both coated with mommy's cookie cream, and you eye each others lips and flushed faces with ravenous hunger. "Whew...that was...Wow. Now you two get cleaned up, and if you play nice while mommy finishes these cookies, we can all play a fun game together afterwards. If not...well, a disappointed mommy isn't a fun mommy..."
Joy trails off, giving you both a look that lets you know that fighting will probably end up with consequences more like a lecture and getting grounded and less like a sexy spanking. You think to yourself that the best decision is to...
[[Share and play naughty.->share and play nice]]Powerful men drag you limply to the locker room, and you see Candi making her way on the power of her own two feet. You try to plant your feet on the ground, but it's like trying to walk on limp noodles. You take a deep breath and focus on staying calm and centered, so you can strike when your strength returns.
You are taken out of the gym into a small, but surprisingly well appointed locker room, complete with showers. You suppose this sorority raises funds by holding sissy wrestling matches and selling tickets and pay per view rights. Of course the high rollers pay more to see what happens behind the scenes where rules don't prevent a loser from getting revenge against a winner.
Candi is already waiting for you when the studs set you against the wall of the communal showers. She smiles as she soaps up her alluring Amazonian physique and the spray of the shower makes her supple skin shiny and steamy. You keep your guard up, even as you use the wall to brace yourself and keep from falling, but you know you are in no condition to fight her if she has her second wind.
"Relax, Barbimboian. I'm not mad. Like if I'm being rilly rilly rill, I am impressed with your skills. I am totes a big fish in a small pond, but with the right training, you could go far in the sissy fighting ranks." Candi slides over to your shower and wraps her arms around you, pulling you from behind against her soft body and hard cock and keeping you upright...for now. You squirm, but it only makes her cock slide against you, ultimately finding it's way between your soapy cheeks.
"Aww, don't be like that. You won fairsey squareys. I'm not gonna rape you, unless you ask me nicely to." You certainly wouldn't have thought so this morning, but the thought is tempting. Candi seems to know your body better than you do yourself, her hands roaming all over, soothing your sore muscles and melting your resolve, and it somehow feels natural to submit to the bigger, bustier, bulgier blonde...but that won't make you the best.
"I...I can't. I want to be the strongest, and that means being stronger than my body's bent desires. I want to be the best, and that means being better than I am now." You feel pain shooting up your limbs and across every aching muscle in your body. But pain means your strength returning. You push past the agony, planting your legs firmly and pull her arms away from you, stepping away and turning to face her. You expect her to look angry and to try to pull you back in, but instead she just looks disappointed.
"Look, Brandi. I know it's tempting to go full top with no exceptions, but if you rilly wanna be the best, you have to be able to take a fuckin' and keep fightin'. If you want, I can train you, but if not, you won't last long either in the ring, or out of it." Candi looks confoundingly concerned. Could she actually have your best interests at heart? Or is she just trying to trick you into giving up your ass without a fight?
Do you accept Candi as your trainer?
[[You decide to trust her->duh]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/2101228721.jpeg">
You see a gurl you've lusted after all semester. Candi, a bottle blond bimboi almost bursting out of her sinfully small cheerleader's uniform. She's beautiful, brainless, and by all accounts, a real bitch, and not in the good way. She always has her adorable little button nose stuck in the air looking down on sissies and bois alike. Rumor is, she only subs to studs. You plan to change that.
You send Daisy over to make the introductions, but you can tell she is even more afraid of Candi than she is of you. You plan to change that as well. You give Daisy enough time to get Candi's attention, and you have to admit, you admire the way she makes your sissy bitch squirm with just a disdainful downward glance. You make a mental note to give Candi that look when she is worshiping your cock.
You push your way through the crowd, exuding big dick energy and finding sissies and even studs making way. You flash them a cocky smirk as you pass and wish you had learned just how far a little swagger and a jolt of confidence could take you before you became a sissy. Then again, it was hard to have BDE when you were average at your most generous measurement. You'll settle for being Big Bimboi On Campus, and making Candi your cream filled treat will go a long way towards solidifying your reputation.
When you finally reach your prey, Daisy looks petrified and Candi looks pissed. She turns her pretty little nose up at you and looks down past her long lashes and snarls, "Is this ditzy bitch like on goofballs or sumthin' or did you for rilly rills send her over to ask if I wanted to be like your lil' bitch baby?" She juts out her bountiful breasts almost threateningly and carries an aura of unquestionable authority and merciless menace. It almost makes you waver, but it also makes it that much more tempting to put her in your place.
You step forward and and stand tall, which puts you on your tippie toes to get eye to eye as you snarl back, "Oh no, she must have mispoke," Candi begins to smirk before you wipe the smile off her face. "I didn't send her over to ask if you wanted to be LIKE my bitch baby, because I'm not a ditzy fake blonde like you. I sent her over to Tell you that you would BE my sissy slave. It's just a matter of if you want me to break you in the easy way or the hard way. Oh and fair warning, the easy way is pretty fucking hard too."
Candi's mouth hangs agape and you half expect a load of cum to fall out. You guess you caught her between blowjobs. You are feeling confident and cocksure. If she is already speechless from just hearing someone with the sack to finally stand up to her, you can't wait to hear how her tune changes when she feels your cock pounding her sissy cunt and melting her mind.
Then things take a turn as Candi's 'O' shaped expression of shock stretches to let out a full throated laugh, and with the sissy cheerleader's extra 'lung capacity' the whole party hears her cackle, "HEEE HEEEE HEEEEEE Oh mah gawd! HEE HEE You...you TEE HEE really mean it. Oh you silly lil' newborn bimbois. HEE HEE You wouldn't make it to try outs to be one of my second string bitches and you want to make me your TEE HEE sissy HEE slave? HEEEE HEEEE SNNRT HEEEEE HEEEEEE"
A crowd has formed around you, all snickers and stares. You feel your blood boil, but there is an icy calm in the pit of your stomach, you focus on it and say with a scary stillness. "We'll see how loud you're laughing when I fill your cunt so full of cum you can gargle on it." The party goers are shocked silent. Candi looks as if you slapped the laughter off her lips with your thick cock. Daisy looks between the two of you, not sure who to root for or who to despise more.
Finally, Candi cuts through the thick cloud of tension with an airy announcement, "Like for rilly rilly rills? Okay, then let's head down to the basement and settle this like sissies." The rowdy rubberneckers burst into riotous applause as they begin to move en masse to the basement, carrying Candi and you along like twigs swept up in the tide. Candi keeps her calm, cruel smirk on her face and you stand firm, not willing to give this bitch so much as a flinch or a quiver.
You make it down to a surprisingly large, well lit basement, and the crowd begins to fill the edges of the room, leaving the center revealed.
It's...
[[An underground sissy wrestling ring!->underground wrestling]]How could you stop watching the hottest shit you've ever seen in your life? You have watched your fair share of bimboi babysitter porn. Hell, you've watched a small country's fair share of bimboi babysitter porn. Watching it on your phone or even cast up on the big screen while dad's away is one thing, live and raw and so close you can smell it is another.
Becca is already bent over your father's huge, wooden desk with her skirt flipped up and her round, ripe ass swaying eagerly, almost tauntingly back and forth, with only the thinnest flimsiest fabric of her thong between her and your daddy's dick. If it was you staring at that succulent, swinging peach, your face would already be buried between them and trying to squeeze the juice out on your lips.
Your father takes a different tack, raising his hand high and then SLAMMING it down on her creamy cheek! She stifles a sob and you see her right cheek redden. Your cock strains in your pants and you feel a pang of guilt for deriving pleasure from her pain. That is, until Becca sways her ass even more aggressively and moans, "Spank me harder, Daddy!"
SMACK THWACK SPANK SHLAPP
The stinging sound of heated hard hands striking fragile flesh fill the room, but not so loud that you can't hear Becca's masochistic moans of pleasure. Apparently the tough as nails tigress melts under the heat of a rosy rump and becomes as meek, mewling kitten. You store that information away for later use, though you don't exactly know how you will apply it without your dad's size advantage. He pauses his onslaught when it "You better not try any of these tricks on my innocent son. If I come home and find him as twisted and turned out as you, I'll make sure to find a punishment even YOU won't enjoy!"
You are hit with a conflicted cocktail of horniness and emotion. You can't believe your dad is looking out for you, but you also can't stop looking as his massive prick rubbing up and down Becca's bouncy buttocks. Either way, you can't look away as inch after inch of his impossibly long cock disappear inside her. For all her earlier tough talk, she's surprisingly silent now, save for the muffled moans and whispery whimpers. You wonder which one is the real Becca. Was she putting on the hardass act so your dad would show her how soft and submissive she is on the inside? Or are these little purrs and mewls just a smoke screen to get your domineering daddy to let down his guard and leave her alone with you?
That question remains unanswered for now as other more pressing, probing questions push it aside. Like, on a scale of one to Ed Gein, how fucked up is it that you got the biggest boner of your life watching your father fuck the cum out of a butch bimboi babe? Why can't you stop staring as his shaft saws in and out of her hot hole? How can he be so much bigger than you? Did you get your mom's genes for your dick? More importantly, why are you watching his wood when you have Becca's alluring ass to ogle? That and so many more questions flood your mind as your dad continues to punish fuck the pretty punk as she sprays the desk with her sticky seed.
"You can AAH pretend I'm Aaron if EEE it helps you OOOOH cum NNF faster...Daddy." Becca teases and your eyes bulge, your mouth hangs open, and your dick drools as you wait to see how he will respond to the pervy provocation. He doesn't actually want to pound your plump ass...does he? And why is that thought so titillating when it should be taboo? You don't get time to explore your conflicted cravings, as he takes the bait and starts fucking her so hard that her face ends up plastered with her own shameful spurts which she licks up shamelessly as she tosses a little wink towards your direction!
"How dare you use his NNNG name in such AAAH a vile sentence?! He's an NNF angel! I would NNGGH never! I...GGGRR ROOOOOOOAAAAAAR!" Your father explodes both auditorily and internally as he fills the room with his rage and Becca's cunt with his cum. You aren't sure if that proves her point or his, and you don't have time to think it over as your own cock erupts untouched. You put a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan, but not quick enough for your father's ears to perk up and pick up on the sound coming from behind the door. You soon realize your only choice is to [[run upstairs.->run upstairs]]You meant what you said, you really, really did, or at the very least, the REAL you did. He was so certain, and at least thirty three point three three recursively percent convincing that you made it through the rest of the day without another fuck fever hitting you. You like to think it was through sheer force of will and ironclad resolve that you lasted as long as you did, but you barely noticed any sordid symptoms or corrupted cravings until your classes were over.
Maybe you used up the last reserves of your resolve. Maybe you were just coasting on femmey fumes from guzzling so much bimboi baby batter in the morning. Maybe you just knew you would end up eaten alive if you went back to your dorm and Daisy was home. Whatever the reason, you are standing outside Drew's dorm, knocking like there's a feral wolf chasing you. You aren't far wrong, only the best is inside you, ripping you apart ravenously from the inside out.
"What's the big...oh, hey, Brian." Drew goes from ass kicking mode to looking like it's hurting him not to kiss you in an instant. You long to kiss his soft, supple, yet somehow strong lips and feel your tongues wrestle until he inevitably pins yours, but that's one surrender you don't plan on yielding to your sickness. Sure, you came over here to spend the night getting your holes fed and fucked, but kissing seems worse somehow. Luckily for you, Drew seems almost as adverse to the prospect, but you wonder if it's for the same reasons. Regardless, he invites you in and soon you are stripping down to your naughty negligee feeling much more comfortable as you sink to your knees.
Drew can't help but get a hard on as he makes his way to his rolling chair and sits legs spread wide wearing nothing more than a pair of boi briefs and a tight fitting t-shirt with his nipples tenting the thin fabric. As visibly horny as his buff, but still beautiful bimboi body clearly is, you know he's too decent to do anything to you without your permission. You find yourself wishing he would rape you, just when he could tell you really needed it to take the edge off. Instead, you are forced to come clean and admit the filthy things you've been craving. Unable to look him in the eyes, but your illicit illness hurting to bad for you to hold out any longer, you ask alluringly, "Can I spend the night, please? I was thinking maybe we could take a shower and I could slip into something slutty that doesn't already have my jizz on it. Then you know...maybe get high and hang out a little?"
Drew, having apparantly had the last of his resistance melted away from your sultry request, nods and growls and drags you to his adjoining bathroom, pulling your clothes off of you and pawing you with every step. Having gotten through the hardest part, admitting what you need out loud, you allow yourself to just enjoy the rough, rushed hands of your handsome harlot all over you. You'll let the really real you take a little nap, sleeping snugly under blankets of building bliss as your body writhes against his and steams under the hot spray of the shower.
Your nipples nuzzle against his and your shaft rises to half mast to cuddle against his cock. When he squeezes your round, juicy buttocks you feel your wet whimpers pour out like naughty nectar, and you turn to crush your fat tits flat against the hard tile and push your ample ass cheeks between his thick tool. Drew moans manishly, "I'm going to fuck every last drop of cum out of you...for starters. I'm going to fill you so full of cum you'll think you're pregnant...and you'll want to call me Daddy. I'm going to keep fucking you all night..." he pauses even as you are whimpering with need and making out with his manmeat with your puckering asshole. "But first you have to ask me nicely."
You look back into Drew's eyes and see the stud that's seduced countless sluts and even more sissies. He's got such a cocky, yet somehow compassionate aura, that even with his pretty face, fat tits, and feminine figure, you can't see him as anything other than a man. Does it make you gay that you want him to fuck you all night? Does it make you a girl that you want him to kiss you? You stop just shy of crossing that Rubicon, instead 'salvaging' your dignity by only begging, "Please fuck me, Drew! I neeeeeeeed it! If you fuck me hard, I'll call you Daddy! If you be my Daddy, I'll be your good little girl."
Drew signals his acceptance of terms by filling your ass with his cock in one sloooow, slick, sublime push. Your cock manages to get fully hard just in time to spray the shower wall with your sissy spurts. If your throat ended up feeling like a cunt, your asshole feels somehow more wet and wanting. More than just covered in clits, it feels like each one is drooling a cocktail of molly and meth, whoremoans and heroin, sissytonin and speed, and endorfuns and exxxtasy.
You do miss being able to taste his cock as he fucks your hungry hole, but the smell of his musk and your penetrated pussy is so strong you can practically taste it on your lewdly lolling tongue. You mindlessly make a mental note to see if he can invite another sissy or stud over to share you sometime so you can taste cock in both of your cunts, but you quickly lose the thought as it circles the drain with your last drops of dignity, sanity, and manhood. You are left to cum even harder dry than you ever did sticky and spurty, feeling like you are wet and filthy enough to be washed away down the drain in a sticky spiral in its stead.
Drew, driven by your animalistic bucking back on his cock, begins pulling your hair and spanking your ass in time with his thrusts. There is something so hot about surrendering to a strong, savage man with a kind heart. You want him to hurt you to...use you...to put you in your place, knowing he would never go too far. You cry out, "Make me preggers, DaddeeeEeEEEeeeeEEEEEEEE!" and he floods you with his piping hot cum, pumping and pistoning until he unleashes a second load and still keeps sawing in and out of you, sending squelching spurts of his seed sliding down your your ass and sucked into the sewer. You feel like you are following it down to the depths of depravity, losing yourself in lust and not sure you want to find yourself back. When he finally unleashes his third and, for now, final load, you collapse back onto him melting in his hands.
Drew holds you close as your body grinds against his still hard cock and hungry hands. You feel the heat of his breath on your neck as he nuzzles you, and the temptation to kiss him is overwhelming. You can tell he is resisting his urges too, but you aren't sure how long the dam will hold before you are both swept away in a torrential tsunami of lust. As if he has to peel his own skin off to do it, he painfully pushes you away and pants, "I'm sorry. I really am. But I don't think I can hold myself back any longer. I don't want to make this decision for you, or for you to keep using drugs or disease as an excuse. If you want to stay the night, I want it to be as you, who ever that is. If we're friends, cool. If we can try being something more, even better. But I can't stay as just being fuck buddies. I'm sorry."
Drew looks surprisingly vulnerable dripping wet and waiting for your answer. For your part, you feel startlingly sober and satiated after your filthy feeding. You can hear the real you loud and clear. The voice on the inside cries out...
[[Kiss him you fool!!!->kiss him you fool]]"Wait...I changed my..." you cry out too late, suddenly panicking as you realize what will happen if the condom doesn't hold. You dig your nails into your friend's back, holding on tight as if that will somehow help the thin, taut material hold out too...it does not. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" you scream pointlessly as you feel his corrupting cum flood your asshole.
Drew immediately pulls you off his prick and you try to push his seed out of you, but you can already feel your body burning. Your friend puts you back on the couch, trying to calm you, but you can't hear him over the pounding of your heartbeat. You scramble over to the mirror, leaving a shameful trail of slime behind you. You stare wide eyed hoping somehow that you won't see the changes you can already feel. Your body is burning up, too hot to ignore, like your skin is boiling and melting down. Drew is saying something about staying calm, about it even feeling good, but either you're delirious or he is.
It gets worse, like a swarm of hornets stinging your scalp their poison coursing to feed you wild mane of hair. Then your cock is bit by a snake, turning tumescent as it rises in a death rattle only to vomit up a spurt of sick seed and burn even hotter. Your chest follows next, skin stretching to the point where tearing would be a relief, nipples so full of poison they might explode. Your ass is next, ballooning out humiliatingly and hurting like nothing you ever felt before, your hole feeling like an open wound. The worst was saved for last, bones splinter and shift and stabbing shards of torment torture every inch of your frail, feminine frame. You feel your head spinning down...
into...
darkness...
....
You come to moments later, the most gorgeous creature you have ever seen staring at you with hungry eyes. Still feverish, you reach out to her, and she reaches back, until your newly lengthened fingernails touch the mirror with a CLINK. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" you let out a high pitched wail of horror, and then grow even more panicked by your alien sounding voice. You start to hyperventilate and Drew rushes over, wrapping his strong, soft arms around you and stroking your hair. His voice is calm and caring, and you want to believe him, but you still see the sexy stranger staring back at you in the mirror and the bimboi bastard that did this to you caressing her.
"...99.99% effective. It says so right on the box. Oh God, Brian. I'm so sorry. I never wanted this for you. I'll do anything I can to help." Drew keeps trying to console you, and the minx in the mirror is all too eager to be comforted. You watch in horror as she leans into his caresses and crushes his curves against your friend's buffer, bigger bimboi body. The ache in your ass grows worse, and you feel a tickle in your throat telling you it wants to get filled again. You can't believe you let yourself get talked into acting so slutty, and now that the outside matches those disgusting urges inside, it's too late to put them back in the bottle.
"I know what you're going through. I was scared too...and shocked...and starving, but I promise you, it does get easier. I can help you, show you how to fight the cravings. Or if you decide you don't want to fight them..." Drew sounds like his concern is genuine, but his body betrays him too, his cock swelling against you which causes your holes to quiver with need. You scamper away, pulling your knees to your chest and backing up against the wall.
You are tempted to trust your friend. He has always been there for you, and he seems to have his cravings more or less under control. He wants to teach you, and you want to very badly to be his student, and that is what scares you. You don't know if you can trust yourself to be alone with the more masculine bimboi. You might be safer running and hiding until you can wrap your head around what has happened.
Will you stay?
[[Stay, but ask drew to keep his hands off of you->stay but keep hands off]]A bit of backstory:
The world changed overnight with the first cases of the Sexually Infected Subjects Spreading Infections Exponentially Syndrome, or SISSIES, became known. At first it sounded like some urban legend, men turning into hot, horny, hung shemales and spreading the infection to any man that came in them...or any man they came in. It was only after you saw video evidence, an amateur porno of a man sure it was all a hoax. A six foot foot six slab of muscle with a eight inch cock and a cocky smile pounding a blonde bimbo with g cup breasts and an eleven inch cock. She cooed and moaned as he railed her, milking the cum out of him in less than five minutes.
Then it happened...so suddenly you couldn't believe your eyes. The stud began to shrink, his muscles melting away to become soft, supple skin. His waist narrowing, his hips widening, his chest and ass expanding to rival the blonde bimboi, and his cock growing thicker and gaining at least four inches. His features grew soft and feminine and fetching and you could see the fear and confusion turn to guilty hunger before he fell to his knees and began sucking the other sissy's shaft. It was real...and it was spreading like wildfire.
You'd think it would be easy enough to avoid, but something about these gurls was to tempting to resist, especially once the first cases of immunity were discovered. Apparently the disease doesn't affect you if you don't have a subconscious desire to become infected...to be sexy and soft and slutty. Real men were documented fucking bimbois left and right and not catching so much as a cold. However, if even one iota of sissy desires existed in them, they were transformed on the spot, and doomed to a life as a cock craving cum addict.
You saw interviews with sissies that still swore they were straight men, but it was clear they ached to be filled every second. You wondered what would happen if YOU fucked a sissy. Were you really as straight as you thought? Would it be safer to avoid sissies like the plague? Or is it better to prove yourself a man and enjoy the spoils of stud life? A growing buffet of busty bottoms begging for your bulge, plus a lot less competition for the real women looking for a real man.
You know you will have to get into the game eventually, you just aren't sure when.
Choose your character:
[[A pent up college freshman with an infected roommate->pent]]
[[A first time felon about to do "Hard" time.->first time felon]]
[[A frustrated father with a slutty sissy son->frustrated father]]
[[A barely legal boi with a bimboi babysitter->barely legal]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/dream_s6TIFfCxY8llJ7vuKpNSpEw2_r4v9pMpDoiUDF3KXTIPZ_image_0.jpeg">
You cum in Alexis so hard that your toes curl. Your cock feels like it's going to keep pumping forever. You feel gallons of goo pushed through at a high pressure, your cock feeling to small and slender to handle the sheer volume of bliss batter rushing through your veins and gushing into the raunchy Russian. You don't have to worry about that for long, as your cock starts to swell and stretch inside her. You feel a strange sense of relief knowing what is coming next.
You hold on tight to Alexis, pulling her in close so she can feel your body shift and soften against hers. Your breasts balloon out to big bell shaped udders and crush against her back. Your ass grows thicc and and beautifully bouncy and you are already imagining her cock inside it. Your legs grow longer and curvier so that you can measure eye to eye with your costar and your thighs and hips curve until you resemble something scrawled in a horny teenage boy's sketchbook. Like Alexis, no one will mistake you for a woman. You are a pornslut, pure and simple...and you love it.
"Mmm...this is more like it. Now that we have similar equipment, let's say we play a little game. I'll fuck you as hard and nasty as I can, and then you see if you can top that when it's your turn." You don't wait for an answer, instead grabbing Alexis by the hair and yanking it back and forth to make her nod. Already inside her, you pull out slowly at first to get an idea of what kind of monster you grew for yourself. By the time it's all the way outside your costar's quivering cunt, you've counted a lucky thirteen inches. You SLAM every inch back inside her, watching as her own cock throbs and spurts untouched. You think are going to like being sick...it suits you.
Your cock feels better than it ever did as a man, new ultra sensitive nerve endings cover every inch of the stretched, supple skin of your shaft, and your cockhead feels more like an impossibly large clit, where every slightest touch of thw harlot's hungry hole almost painfully pleasurable throbs throughout your body. Oddly enough, this feels like foreplay compared to the erotic echos you feel in your empty ass and thirsty throat. From the way Alexis is bucking back against you even as you fuck her harder and harder, you suspect for sissies it is better to receive than it is to give. That just makes you want to fuck her harder so that when it's her turn on top she really gives it to you.
You pull back on her silver silken hair until it feels ready to rip her scalp off. You thrust into her with your thick until her knees buckle and she starts to slip. You immediately grab her legs and yank them up so that she has to plant her arms not to fall face first onto the concrete. You use your hold on her to keep fucking her while walking in circles, her arms scrambling to keep up and her clit cumming hard enough to coat her face. You remember that this is being filmed, and not wanting to disappoint the fans, you decide to make the masochistic Muscovite snort. You cock walk her over to a camera and call out, "So Alexis, do you like being a porn piggie better than tugging your little worm back when you were just a bator boi? Snort if you live being a failboi fuckpig faggot"
Alexis quickly catches onto the direction of your dialogue. Far from being humiliated and hirt by this treatment, rather she is living out her wildest wet dreams cum true, and she can't stop raving about it. "SNNRT YessssssSSSNORT! I love SNRRT being a NNF fuck PANT pig! Failing at being AAAH a man EEE is the best OOH thing I ever SNORRT did!" Her piggy snorts push you over the edge and you feel your prick pulse push out a freight train full of pure pleasure inside her. Hurtling over the edge is just when things start to get fun.
Not seeing any reason to stop now, you quickly spin the piggy's legs around so she stumbles and ends up with the back of her head on the ground and her ample ass and still spurting shaft hanging over her face. You pound down into her, forcing your thick seed out with every thrust so that Alexis had no choice but to catch it in her moaning mouth. Your seed swirls and mixes with hers and the sight is so perversely romantic that it causes you to erupt a second time inside her cum craving cunt. This time it's your knees that go weak. You slide down until your ass slides around Alexis' spunk splattered face and bury your face between her large, luscious cheeks. You slurp your sperm out of her ass as she primes your pussy with her talented tongue. By the time she is clean, you are feeling filthier than ever and ready to spurt.
"Not SHLLP bad...for a SPANK bitch!" Alexis stops licking your ass and starts kicking it. She rains down searing slaps on your cheeks making them ripple and redden. The pain is exquisitely enjoyable and soon you are rolling off her and raising your red rump in the air like a bitch in heat. Apparently simply beast fucking you is too basic bitch for the sublimely sadistic slav. She wrangles you effortlessly, pinning your arms behind your back and your ankles around your head so that your body weight keeps you pinned down, your ass in the air and your still swollen shaft slid between your tits and up against your plump lips. You get the feeling what comes next isn't going to be foreplay.
"Now let's see what sounds you make, bitch!" Alexis slides her slightly smaller shaft inside you, but never having been fucked before, it's still way bigger than you were prepared for. Like the searing pain on the outside of your ass, this stretching, almost tearing of your tenderest tissue should be unimaginable agony. Instead, it's like something so hot it feels cold. Your body doesn't bother transmitting the pain signals beyond a slight pinch. What you are flooded with from the countless nerves kissing Alexis' hard cock is pleasure so profound that it almost hurts.
You feel your own shaft throb and twitch and you wrap your lips around it as fast as you can to start sucking down your own seed the moment it spurts. As rich and bold as it tasted in your costar's ass, it tastes even more indescribably delicious straight from the spigot. Proud of your own debasement, you keep sucking deeper down your own dick, your breasts feeling like water balloons filled with bliss as they jiggle and jostle around your hard muscle. With Alexis sawing in and out you at a blistering pace and your mouth full of your meat milk, the only sounds coming out of you are muffled little yelps like a bitch in heat.
"That's NNGH my NNG good NNF bitch! Let everyone OOH know what AAH a cock NNF craving MOAN slut you AAAH are!" Alexis explodes inside you and, like you, takes that as cue to speed up instead of slowdown. You find it romantic in a warped way, like you have found your sick soulmate. Or maybe that's just the overwhelming flood of chemicals flooding your brain and coursing through your veins. A creamy cocktail of endorfuns, adrillinalin, sissytonin, and other whoremoans you are too dickdumb to spell. You can almost taste your brain melting as it overheats from an orgasm overdose...or is that just the taste of your cumming cock?
It doesn't matter. Nothing has to make sense in porn as long as it makes you cum, and now that you are the porn that makes you cum, and certifiably crazy to boot, you don't have to worry about ever making sense again. Your brain shuts off all higher cognitive functions so it can focus on the more important task of an orgasm factory in overdrive. For her part, Alexis proves she has what it takes to keep flooding you with gurl goo long after the first load. You let her fill you past the brim until it streams down your shaft so you can suck off the drops that don't stay plastered to your pretty pornflesh.
Time slows to a crawl and you feel like you are wrapped up in a sticky amber, fossilized by fuck juice as eons pass with Alexis still pumping away. Even eternity must end eventually as she pulls her prick out and paints the few spots of your skin not already slathered in spooge and yells, "CUT!" You feel the last of your climaxes collapse on you, knocking the wind out of you as you flail uncontrollably in a puddle of filth. Feeling pretty liquidy yourself, you drift away, dreaming of your next scene and wistfully wondering what kind of Hollywood ending you can expect with a costar like Alexis.
And yet, the next few years go by without a hitch. You find yourself loving the roles your given, and loving your creamy cum coated costar more each and every passing day. Award after award, view after view. Together, you gain notoriety, and becum the creamiest couple in the cumbiz. You used to dream of stars in the night sky, but now you have become one yourself. As you look up into the nioght sky, you see those stars shooting off into the distance, together. And you think to yourself, "Gee, wouldnt this be a good place to say..."
The End
(Ending 8: Creamy Co-star)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]"I'll show you...I'll show you all!" Dwight unzip his tight leather pants and reveals a not unimpressive seven inch cock. Not the biggest you've seen, but it's nice and thick, and it's bigger than you used to be. Plus it looks so pale, like fine alabaster, you can't help but be drawn in by it, if only partially because he is pulling you towards his prick by your leash.
"Everybody get a good look at how I treat this sissy! Maybe if you ask nice, I'll offer you seconds after." You hear a mixture of laughter and unconvinced groans, which only seems to stoke Dwight's bluster and bravado. He plunges his prick past your muzzle and into your open mouth. You would protest, but your mouth is full, and the instantly familiar flavor floods your head so the only thing coming out is muffled moans and slobbery sucking sounds. Daisy was right, it's sooooooo much better not having a gag reflex. You can easily take his full length as he pulls you balls deep on his dick with your leash, then begins furiously skull fucking you.
"See?! This little puppy is in love with my fat cock!" You hate to agree with a goth, but he's not far wrong. You wished Daisy had told you how much better being infected feels. After all, having a cock stretch your throat as it saws in and out of you should at least feel uncomfortable, if not be downright agony, but instead it feels like your throat is lined with loads of little cock heads, all throbbing and drooling against this depressed nerd's thick cock.
The crowd seems to be warming up to Dwight's show as he manages to last a lot longer than any of them expected. Even Daisy is openly stroking her sissy shaft through her tight shorts. She is licking her lips, and maybe not entirely for show this time. You wonder if you should feel jealous, then you remind yourself that you are the only one Daisy loved enough to put a leash on, and you continue to contentedly swallow Dwight's sword.
"So who wants to see me fuck this little pupper?" This time there is a swell of supportive cheers from the crowd. Even you manage a glugging cheer. He pulls his cock from your mouth, and you instinctively lunge to get him back in your mouth, drawing laughs and whoops from the crowd. You smile stupidly, feeling drunk from this many leering eyes and jeering cackles echoing inside your head. You would have withered into a husk and died on the spot a day ago, but Daisy's eyes are the only one's that matter, and they are blazing with unadorned lust and affection for you.
Dwight makes a show of strutting around behind you and giving each of your cheeks a loud SLAP that sends shameful shots of precum from your swollen sissy clit. He takes his time tugging at your tail, until he has you literally panting and the crowd cheering him on. It finally PLOPs free and you stand exposed and empty before what feels like the entire student body. Your student body is writhing and waiting, your ass arched as high as it will go and your head held low like a good little bitch in heat. Dwight gives Daisy a run for her money with his sordid showmanship, sliding his cock back and forth between your thicc cheeks and rubbing his fat cock head against your throbbing fuckhole.
Finally, fucking finally, Dwight plunges inside you, setting off a string of cluster bombs of bliss buffeting your beautiful body from the inside out and sending sissy spunk spraying from your cockette. Your breasts bounce freely, beads of sweat flying into the air and catching the rays of the sun. Your tongue lolls and everyone can hear your mindless moaning and needy little yips as he begins to really plow you. You would be humiliated to be seen fucked like an animal and so clearly loving it...except you ARE an animal, and you really, REALLY love it.
You still prefer Daisy's dick, but for your second cock ever you could do worse. You just hope Dwight has half the stamina his boasting suggested. You can feel yourself building to something truly savage and frighteningly powerful. The goth's girth is throbbing and swelling so hard inside you, that you can feel his pulse pounding as he pounds you. You hope he is the stud he thinks he is, for both your sakes.
Is he?
[[Nope, 'She' isn't.->no she isnt]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/dream_s6TIFfCxY8llJ7vuKpNSpEw2_en6GV2NO499F9StoyHNu_image_0.jpeg">
"Whazzah...huh?! Get those out of...wait, what happened to my voice?!" You notice your voice is higher pitched and suddenly the reality of your situation hits you like a ton of bricks. Your hands roam over your body, making terrifying yet titillating discoveries with every inch. Your cock is still there, and decidedly bigger and thicker than average now. Despite your terror, it still throbs and drools at your glancing touch.
Unfortunately that isn't the only thing that's bigger. Your breasts have ballooned to E Cups and are somehow even more sensitive than your cock. They threaten to pop all the way out of your shirt, that is if your admirers don't rip your clothes off first. Your ass has swollen as well, along with your hips, giving you an hourglass figure. Your hair has grown to ravishing ringlets around your face, which you can see in a handheld mirror held by a hardened criminal.
You're features are no longer average and there's no chance of you blending into a crowd with your blushing babydoll beauty queen features. You look so fucking innocent that even you want to see your face covered in cum, but you hope a miracle occurs and you don't get your wish.
Meanwhile the punk that infected you is cleaning herself like a cat and smiling at you like she just did you a favor. You want to wring her neck. You want to fuck her until she begs for mercy. You want to help clean her off, but none of your confusing, conflicted wishes come true. Instead you hear the voice of a guard growl gruffly, "What are you yegs doing in there? Oh I see, you smuggled another sissy over. Come here Pixie, let's get you to S Block."
The pink haired harlot slips on a prison top that barely covers the top of her ass and is apparently fully dressed as she swishes out of the cell. The guard apparently can't see you behind the crowd of convicts. Snake whispers, "Don't say anything if you don't want to end up a sissy's bitch in S Block. Don't worry, we'll look after you and make sure no one fucks with you."
For some reason, you doubt his sincerity. Maybe it's because his cock is slobbering over you. Still, maybe the devil you barely know is better than the Hell that might await in the sissy block. If you wanted to speak up, the time for that sould soon expire.
[[Time to call for help!->time to call for help]]"NoOOOOOooooOoh faAAAAAAAIIIIEEEE!" Daisy tries to stop herself, but she is already erupting, filling your mouth to overflowing. They were right, it tastes even better from the tap. Your taste buds pop like blown fuses, unable to fully fathom the depths and delights of the deviant delicacy. The sight of seeing you greedily guzzle Daisy's girl goo sets Jaime off next, only she spasms and sissygasms so hard that her sissy shaft shoots spunk right into her 'sister's' face.
When the gentle ginger tries to kiss and make up and clean Daisy's filthy face, you lose control yourself, unleashing a torrent of creamy cum and a your very own spasmy sweltering sissygasm. It runs through you like love voltage, erotically electrifying, but also taking your breath away. You pull yourself together, not wanting to show too much vulnerability in front of your sissy 'daughters', but the glint in Daisy's glare tells you she sees a chink in your armor.
Jaime on the other hand is oblivious, as happy to win the right to get fucked by her sissy 'sister' as she is to be the first to fuck her dommy mommy. She drapes her pale body against yours, holding you tight and writhing against you as she presses her cute clit head up against your hungry whole. You swallow a whimper as she whispers, "Don't worry, Mommy, I'll be gentle." That's what you were afraid of...
It's sheer torture as she slooooowly stretches your sissy cunt, setting off your insanely super sensitive nerve endings, building a hum of steady current running up and down your burning body. If she would just speed up, you could try to set the rythm, but at this rate, you feel like you are going to have to do all the work. You begin to roll your hips, making it even harder to hold the tide crashing against your tissue thick resolve, but at least Jaime happily goes with the flow. She lets you use her thick pricklette as a dildo and you begin to regain your breath, your pace, your control. It's soooo sweet teasing yourself right up to the breaking point, and to torture Jaime right along with you.
"Did you dumb bitches forget about me?" You hear Daisy coo as Jaime yelps and slams balls deep and cumming inside your hungry hole. You try to regain your crumbling composure, but Daisy is setting the pace now, pulling out of the redhead's plump ass and jack hammering back in so Jaime's freckled fuck stick fills and floods you again. It sends your own ocean of orgasmic gushes crashing through the final crack in your whimpering walls.
"Fuh fuh FUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!" You cry out like a bird plummeting to earth and explode into brainless bliss. The sissygasms roar through you like seizures, your legs twitch and flail wildly and you fall face down, ass up as Daisy fucks you, using her sissy sister as a fuck puppet to pump you relentlessly with thundering blows and a seemingly endless reseviour of sissy spunk up your cunt and shooting out if your clit. All you can do is grunt and squeal like a fuck piggy as you helplessly take your fucking.
"That's my good little NNH bitches. I just knew MOAN Mommy would be a good little NNGH bitch for me when I reminded her how OOH good it feels to be NNNF fucked so hard your body stops OOOH obeying your orders and you flail AAH helplessly like a hooked fish!" You'd like to argue, to tell her that you'll put her in her place when she gets done pounding you into a puddle, but all that comes out is muffled moans and shrill cries of empty headed ecstacy. You lose count of how many sissygasms and shameful spurts she milks out of you, but you have a shameful sneaking suspicion that you overtook poor fuck puppet Jaime around fuckteenth and GUHgillion.
"Aww, are my lil' sis and slutty mommy all tuckered out? Does Daisy have to be the tough sissy for the family?" You try to say something, anything to turn the tables, and then something snaps inside you, and in a moment or crystal clear clarity, you find yourself screaming...
[[FFFUCKKK MEEEEEEE!!!!!!->fuck mee]]You wake up hurting, hungry, and horny. Worse, you have trouble distinguishing one ache for the other, are you horny to cum or hungry for cum? Are you hurting because you haven't cum in hours? Minutes? Days? Or because you haven't swallowed cum in hours? Minutes? Days?
You have no way of knowing how long you were out, but judging by your hungry harried horniness, you would say it is at least tomorrow...or does that make it today? It's so hard to think straight. You decide to jerk off into your mouth just one more time. Surely you will be thinking much 'straighter' with a load on your lips.
You begin stroking your sissy shaft, but despite your best efforts, and no matter how swollen and suffering it gets, you can't seem to cum. It's like there is some mental block. You wonder if this is what girls mean when they say they're 'not in the mood'? After anguishing seconds delaying the inevitable, you finally allow your hands to roam all over your fresh, forbidden feminine flesh. You wanted to resist the temptations of your bountiful breast and the allure of your ample ass, but the moment you began squeezing, groping, pinching, kneading, and suckling your supple skin, your sissy shaft began spurting ooey gooey goodness down your greedy gullet and you forget all about your silly inhibitions.
You paw yourself like a prom date, making up for your inexperience with eagerness. Besides, there doesn't seem to be a wrong way to touch your slutty new body. You moan as your mind melts and your clit spurts another sticky sweet strand on your tongue. You could swear you taste the last drops of your dignity, or was it the last squirt of sanity? Either way, you decide you need another taste to make sure.
Unfortunately, you can't seem to squeeze out another drop. Not from your painfully puffy nipples, your aching ass, or your raw, reddened clit. There has to be some way to get a little relief so you can think straight and find a way out of here. But you black out to hunger pains before you find your next escape....
.....
[[Day ???->many days later]]You try to hold your head high and keep your cocky swagger as you descend the stairs, but every hoot and hollar, jeer and jibe cuts you down until you can barely stand.
"Holy shit! There she is! But look how she's dressed! Does that stupid slut think she's tough?!" Some stuck up cheerleader calls out as she hangs onto her stud's arm like she's worried he'll wander off. You wished you could stretch her smirk out with your hard shaft, but it's wilted in fear.
"Hey butch bitch, you wanna suck my cock too?!" A stud shouts out as he pulls his huge hog out and waves it in the air. Despite yourself, you lick your lips and your ass puckers.
"Oh my gawd! Like even I never sucked a sissy's cock before I got all bimbolicious!" A slutty sissy with one cum covered breast bouncing free from her barely there halter top deigns to look down on you. You try to find the confidence to plot the bimbitch's destruction, but you suddenly find yourself lacking.
Maybe it's because you just lost control not once, but twice to a boi and a sissy...maybe it's because you're body is begging to be groped, defiled, and filled...maybe it's because there is a video of you projected larger than life on the wall, of you as a blushing boi sucking Daisy's sissy shaft?
You turn to Daisy hoping for some clue to what is going on, but she just smiles smugly, her eyes alight with sadistic glee. You can't believe your eyes, can't believe what you are hearing over the raucous roar of the crowd. You were a total top...100% butch. So why was there video evidence of you drunkenly devouring Daisy's dick? Why did keep bobbing as she warned you that you would be a sissy like her if you swallowed her seed? Why did you greedily guzzle it down and transform into a slutty sissy, only to dive right back onto it and then beg her to fuck you?
By this point you've made it downstairs, hoping to make your way through the crowd and find a rock to crawl under and die. You try to ignore the video still playing in the background, tune out the sounds of your piggy squeals. But you can't ignore the hands all over your body. Strong studs squeeze your ass, soft sissy hands slide up and down your legs, women wring wet whimpers as they tease your breasts, and even the blushing bois feel bold enough to sneakily pinch and poke your flushed flesh. You feel your already shaken confidence crumble and blow away. Once an impenetrable fortress, now a sand castle stomped into the ground and pulled into the abyss by the tide.
You feel like you are melting away, your swagger shriveled to nothing, your hunger more ravenous and raw than ever. You feel a familiar weight crushed against your back as Daisy's breasts and bulge press against your back and butt and her hands roam over your yielding flesh as she whispers, "Who's the fail fag now, mami?" You come completely unraveled and fall into her embrace as she pulls your breasts free from your tank top and yanks your shorts down your legs. You are surrounded by helping hands and hard cocks as you are stripped bare and fall to your knees.
You whimper softly, "Please...please fuck me." And the party goers erupt in riotous laughter. And then they are upon you...
[[And you fuck.->and you fuck]]You wish you could be as brave as Ella, but you don't trust your father not to freak out. Besides, you shouldn't have to be the one begging for his acceptance. He should be pleading for yours. You remember Becca's offer for a place to stay and a job in the Bimbabysitter's Club and turn to Ella. "I don't think my place will be much safer than yours, but I know a punk rawk bimboi that will let us crash at her place and get us a job fucking daddy studs and occasionally corrupting barely legal bois."
Ella immediately asks, "Why did you not lead with that? That is right out of my top five wet dream jobs. Can we start tonite?" Her enthusiasm is infectious, not that you don't also get a twisted twinge of excitment imagining yourself in Becca's place bent over a HARD wood desk getting railed by a silverback stud. So, with your bestie's ecstatic endorsement, you text Becca your situation and she is more than happy to put up two barely legal bimbois and putting them to work as well.
The whole way there, Ella grills you about the intimate, illicit details of your infection, and she is more than a little amused and aroused that you never even considered fucking the fine futa. "Hee hee! Sorry...sorry...it's just I thought I was the subby one but even I probably would have cum in her mouth before getting corrupted!" You take the needling well, if only because a squirmy, sticky part of you loves getting teased and tormented. Your cock throbs in your panties as your femboi friend, who up until today you also would have assumed was gurlier than you, laughs at you and makes you wish he was driving so you could give him road head.
You arrive at Becca's 'cozy' apartment around dinner time. She opens the door wearing her punk pompadour and nothing else, holding a bottle of Jack and slurring, "Whadda waaaaant?" You look at Ella, hoping the stacked, sloshed stunner with the fearsome fuckstick doesn't scare her off, but from the way she's practically sucking Becca's balls with her eyes, you get the impression she's not afraid. Seeing the sissy that effortlessly dominated you with such a delicate touch instinctively and immediately submit to another sissy just reinforces how submissive and slutty you are. It is a excruciatingly embarrassing, which of course only turns you on even more.
"Oh heeeeeey...the babysats bimboisssss...cummin'..." Becca trails off and walks inside, her ass swaying with the confident casual swagger of a stud and the plump perfection of a Greek goddess. You decipher her incoherent invitation and follow Ella in after her, closing the door behind you and applying all six locks the door offers.
By the time you turn around, Becca already has Ella on her lap and is feeding her tongue. You feel your knees quiver in anticipation as the more experienced pretty punk gropes and grinds against the nubile newborn bimboi. Becca has Ella's pants off even faster than she got you naked, but you put that more down to your own slow start and shyness than to your bestie's sluttiness. You stare slack jawed and stupefied as the beautiful butch bimboi begins buttfucking your bff.
You crawl over to the couch on all fours. No one told you to you to slink over like a slutty pussy cat, but it seemed appropriate considering Becca is already showing your friend such overwhelming hospitality. Your bashful blush spreads from your flush face, down your beautiful breasts, and all the way to your drooling dick and aching ass. You barely feel human at this point. You are just a humiliated, horny hog, hungry for whatever form of feeding you can get. Ella's eight inches are bouncing beautifully with ropes of succulent seed spurting out with every throbbing thrust. As if on autopilot, you position your head so that Ella's prick plows past your plump, parted lips and pounds the spurt spot in the back of your throat.
"Can't say I'm NGH surprised that Amy is the NNF bottom bimboi. She is a born bitch! Ha ha ha!" Becca's words cut you to the quick, even as her tone tells you she means them as a compliment. Ella doesn't laugh, but her moans grow lower and louder as you let her facefuck little piggy snorts from you as you greedily guzzle the girl goo gushing from her cock. You feel strangely sublime here on your knees as the bottom rung of the pretty punk's pegging order. You feel a perverse kind of peace, like you've found your place in life...serving those that deserve to be served.
Your body burns with a blistering blush, and you are glowing with the giddy glee of getting away with some guilty pleasure, but you can't say you are ashamed of your actions, only humiliated. With your own cock spurting and your throat sending soaking wet signals of explosive euphoria to every eager inch of your body, you don't have the brain power to solve this paradox, but you also don't have the bandwidth to worry about it. You drain your friend's fuck pole dry and hit such heights of ecstasy that your brain blows out and everything goes blissfully bimboi blank but for one truth that keeps echoing in your empty head like a mantra...'I am proud of my service...'
....
"Alright space cadets, you were clean minutes ago and if you keep kissing like that, you're going to be messy again in no time." Becca has to pull Ella and you off of each other as you come to kissing and licking and sucking every last sticky spot from each other's supple skin and then sharing a taste with your tongues. You both pout and pant but ultimately obey Becca, your head clearing just in time to hear her explain, "Alright, the night's still young and since I've got two more sets of hungry holes to feed, I'm putting you to work starting tonight. Don't worry though, you get to do your first gig as a team...and you are going to love the clients!"
[[...Oh no->...oh no]]"Eeee! Let's get started right away! I know a guy down the hall that has a great camera and he will film whatever we want just for a chance to watch." You give her a sly smile as if to ask exactly how well she knows this creepy camera boi, and she answers with a sharp SMACK and says. "Quick lets get cleaned up so we can get you into something to wear for your big debut."
You are both giddy as you scramble into the shower in your adjoining bedroom, letting the hot water and soap turn your sticky skin shiny and steamy. Your hands explore each others bodies, and you feel a hunger building, but Daisy can tell you're not really into it. "Es verdad? You really need to be filmed to get into the scene? Tell me, Brandi. Are you a porno perv."
You squirm against her supple, slick skin. It's funny, you have no problem with actually being filmed fucking in sucking in every vile variation depraved director Daisy comes up with, in fact you are eagerly looking forward to it. Actually saying out loud WHY you are so excited is a whole another level of sweltering shame, so of course Daisy won't let you off the hook until you say every last shameful syllable. "I...I have been obsessed with porn for so long. The girls are so perfect...the bodies and appetites are all unreal...no, better than real. I stopped trying with real girls a long time ago. Porn is my sexuality...and now...oh God I can't believe I am even saying it out loud...now I get to be the porn."
You expect Daisy to laugh, to mercilessly mock you, to be...well Daisy. Instead she shudders and stifles a soft moan. "Chingame de nuevo! Brandi that's the most bare faced honest thing I've ever heard. We've got to get you on film and fast so I can watch my porn princess get crowned." She leads you out of the shower and helps you dry in a blur of breasts, buttocks, and bulges. You are then pulled back into your dorm room as Daisy searches for an outfit fitting for your debut. She tosses panties and bras aside finally deciding, "Why bother with underwear, it's just going to get ripped off anyway. Nooo...we want something more...." she finds a flimsy piece of netting you assume must be an accesory until she says, "Perfecta! This and some make up and heels and you are all set!"
When you pull it apart, you realize with a blush that it's a full body stocking, with fine fishnet mesh. It accentuates your heaving breasts and puffy pink nipples aching to pop through. It shows off your throbbing, drooling sissy shaft straining to rip free. It hugs and highlights your ample ass, and you notice when you feel a breeze that it has a wide hole to leave your sissy cunt exposed. It feels like you are more exposed than when you were naked, every inch of your pornflesh is visible, but slightly obscured, and you know from years of gooning, that will only make the bater bois watching your videos strain and stare and stroke harder.
You struggle to stand still as Daisy paints your lips a whorish red and applies dark mascara and eye shadow. She adds a thick layer of blush, not that it is much brighter than your own burning cheeks. She finishes by curling your lengthy lashes and then helping you hobble into some heels so you can ogle yourself in the mirror.
You can't believe how hot you look. You feel the all too familiar empty headed horny hurt of an hours long goon session. You long ago lost count of how many hours added up to how many drooling days, whimpering weeks, maybe even mindless months spent stroking to pendulous, perfect porntits, and shiny, stupefying pornbutts, and as the edge lasted too long, so close and so far from cumming, you always eventually fixated on hard, huge porncock. Now that you have all of this, it makes the edge cut even deeper. Your new body is built for sucking and fucking and has an appetite that made your hungriest, horniest stroke session feel like needing to sneeze. This...this is more like needing to breathe. You need a camera in your face and a cock down your throat just so you can let out a sigh of relief.
"Pleeeeeease, Daisy, can we make the movie noooooow?" You can't keep your hands off your body and Daisy can't keep your eyes off your hands. You can tell it is taking everything she has, and then some, not to flood your holes, but you can't help but tempt and tease her, even as you are torturing yourself. Porn is all about teasing...tempting...always leaving you wanting more. Seeing the aching arousal in her eyes, and tenting her hot pink hot pants, you know you have your roomie just as hurting and horny as you, which makes it worth it in a warped way.
"Alright already. Just maybe turn it down a notch when I introduce you to Alexi. He's nervous around girls, a wreck around sissies, and if you keep posing like that before the cameras even start rolling, he'll have an aneurysm before he can call action. Hee hee which is the only action that little boi will ever get." You pout and prance behind her, walking out into the halls packed with sissies, studs, bois, and girls as they make their way out for the weekend. You can feel their eyes on you...looks of jealousy, disgust, and desire...sometimes all from the same person. Sissies are known for dressing like they are going to a costume party or a porn shoot, but you are pushing it even by bimboi standards.
You can feel the heat of their horny, hungry hatred and it's enough to make you melt. The women want you to stay away from their studs, the studs want you, the sissies both want you and want you to stay away from their studs, and the bois can't decide whether they want you or want to BE you. The sexual tension is palpable. Then Daisy says, "Anyone that wants to help this sissy make a gangbang video, they can follow us to Alexi's dorm."
Will they follow?
[[Of course they will!->gangbang]]You know it's risky, but that's part of the thrill. You peel off the rubber from his rosy rod and rub it all over your face. It feels so much warmer, so vital and virile. You just have to taste it, giving it a looooong lick from Drew's beautiful balls up to his throbbing tip. You find the aftertaste of the condom unpleasant and make a mental note to start without it next time. You don't linger on the thought that you are already planning on doing this again, preferring instead to focus on sucking the synthetic taste off of his shaft, so you can savor the full bodied flavor of your friend's fuckstick.
"Be careful, Brian. I'd never forgive myself if I accidentally infected you." Drew moans as he runs his fingers through your hair and you are hit hard with a revelation that rocks you to the core...you won't forgive yourself if you aren't purposely infected. It's as obvious as the cock throbbing against your tongue. You didn't peel the wrapper off your friend's fat sausage to 'help' him out, and you aren't about to cum without ever touching your cock because he has nice tits and a hourglass figure. It's his masculine aura you are attracted to, and while you don't know if that makes you gay, it sure as shit marks straight off the list.
"Fuuuuck...God yesssss yesssss." Drew is practically purring his praises as you suck on the fat vein running up his shaft and you wonder wistfully why you ever wanted to be straight anyway. It seems to work for some folks, but having tasted the forbidden fruit, you can't imagine going back. It's like the scales have fallen from your eyes and you can finally see the possibilities before you. You wonder why you ever worried about being a bimoi before. A beautiful, healthy body...losing that pesky gag reflex...being free to choose who you are and what you are and to celebrate the discovery. "Oh fuck...Brian! Back off! I'm about to..."
You lunge for Drew's cockhead latching your lips on it in an airtight seal as he helplessly explodes in your mouth. You greedily guzzle the thick seed, not taking time to savor it for fear of missing a single diseased drop. You needed have worried...the moment you swallow the first mouthful you can feel the infection spreading.
It starts as a fever, burning away the few fine hairs on your body and making your skin soft and malleable. You fall back to the floor as the itch hits you, your scalp a bed of ants as your hair grows lustrous and long and your lashes lengthen. The swelling starts next, feeling less painful and more like the horniest hard on you've ever felt. Your cock swelling and growing to a more than modest size and your chest following suit followed shortly by your ass and hips. Your bones crack and reform to give you even more feminine features and petite, porntastic proportions...you know it hurts, sort of, but pain is a different experience all together now as your brain floods your body with a powerful cocktail of adrenalin, serotonin, endorphins and chemicals you aren't sure there are even names for. By the time the changes have washed over you, it feels less like an infection and more like a miraculous rebirth.
"OhmyGodohfuckohshutI'msorryI'msorryohnoohfuckohGod!" Drew sputters sorries at a mile a minute as he helps you up, but you are feeling far from wronged. You walk over to the mirror and inspect the 'damage', twisting to get a look at your plump oversized ass and birthing hips and playing with your excited E cup breasts. You grab them hard and they feel so full of powerfully pleasurable pressure, like you could just squeeeeze the juice out of them. Moaning, you give it a try, giddily giggling as it causes your shaft to spurt untouched coating the mirror and making you fall to your knees wracked by shudders of sublime splendor. You see your cum coated reflection and decide it's a good look for you.
You turn to see Drew, suddenly speechless as he stares at his bro turned babe. You start heading over to him, tickled that the cocky bimboi is suddenly shy and backing away from you as you slowly slink towards him. You sway your hips and watch his eyes lock on your gait, darting to your delicious dangling breasts and up to your luscious lips and hungry eyes. He has no escape, every part of you is beautiful and eager and hungry for his touch. You pin him to the wall, your breast crushing up under his and your head lifting to chase his mouth with yours. You bring your lips kissably close and coo, "I'm sorry Drew. I shouldn't have done that without permission. I just knew I had to have you...and I wanted it to be like this. I want to be more than a one night stand. I wanna be your girl. But if you're still sore about it...you can punish me if you want to."
"You sneaky slut..." Drew moans almost admiringly and he pulls you on your tippy toes to kiss you hard enough to count as punishment and sweet enough to be a reward. His hands roam ravishingly all over your insanely sensitive flesh. He squeezes your creamy tits and sucks your bell shapes nipples until they ring hallelujah. He slides down your legs and they slide up his body so you can lock them around his hips, climbing up his amazonian physique so you can bury your face in his cushiony chest and kiss your way up to his neck. He snarls and snaps at your lips, drawing blood and willing whimpers as he paints your lips and tongue with his own and spins you around dizzyingly so that it's your back pinned to the wall now and your ass in midair, dangling dangerously over his cock.
"I'm going to fuck you for being such a naughty slut!" Drew growls as if he isn't offering you the thing you want most. He slides you down his shaft, your asshole effortlessly stretching to accommodate his fearsomely thick cock, but only just so. The pain is almost imperceptible, little pinprick pinches inside your tender tissue, but the pleasure is like nothing you have ever dreamed of. It's as if the lining of your hot hole was covered in a million, billion cockheads all cumming harder than you ever imagined possible all at once. Only, instead of fading away like when you used to loose your juice, they only cum harder and harder and the feeling carries to every climaxing cell in your body.
"I EEEEEE NNGH UNH AH loOOooOoOOOve YIP YIP YELP yoOOOOOOOOOOOu!" Your cry is completely irrational, 100% involuntary, and as you realize as Drew fills your newborn bimboi cunt with cum and your throat with his tongue...entirely true. Even before his transformation he always looked out for you and never looked down on you, even if you couldn't help look up to him and to look longingly without being able to admit what you were waiting for. Cured of your uncertainty and now with literal 20/20 vision, you can see what was so clear all along. You are in love with your best friend, and you want to be more than BFFs with benefits. You hope from the way he is still kissing you even after his last shuddery spurt fills your cunt that means he wants the same thing as you.
Drew breaks off the kiss and says...
[CURRENT ROUTE END. TO BE COMPLETED IN FUTURE]
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[[Restart!->continue]]"Eeeee! I haven't gotten to play with a dress up doll in ages!" Samantha grabs you by the arm and drags you up. Even as a sissy, you are still a head taller than her and you realize that you could easily physically overpower her, but you have already lost that fight by choking down her sissy clit and asking for her 'help' afterwards.
You meekly follow as she drags you down the hall to her room, knowing she plans to play with you like a bimboi Barbie doll. The thought of that is so emasculating and eviscerating and embarrassing and eerily exciting and erotic and you swept away in a tide of overwhelming emotions and drowning in desire. You just allow yourself to be helplessly carried along, because it is easier than coming up for air and facing how far you've already sunk down the sissy spiral.
"Don't worry, momsie, I'll get you looking so fucking hot, that you'll want to fuck yourself. And with the monster mommy meat you're packing, we might even be able to make that happen." Samantha stands you in front of her full length mirror and scurries off to find something suitably slutty for you to wear. Being a 'straight man', you can't help but ogle the bombshell blonde staring sultrily back at you. She looks twenty years younger than you. She looks like the kind of porn royalty that graduates to MILF porn when they hit their late twenties, but is somehow more fascinatingly fuckable than when they were barely legal.
Everything about you is slightly too much...your blowjob, bow lips, your OMG-Cup breasts with hard nipples jutting out about a half inch, your hourglass figure that makes time stop as you stare and slobber over yourself, and your massive mommy meat that you can't help picture fucking your thick ass. One feature alone is cartoonish, a caricature of a woman, but taken all together it is like lust made flesh. Looking at the comely creature in the mirror, you know she's good for nothing but sucking and fucking and filling with sticky seed.
"Hee hee, looks like milfie likes what she sees. Just you wait, I'm gonna make you look sluttier with clothes on than you do nude!" You don't love the 'cute' little nicknames Samantha keeps coming up with you, but you are well past the point of asking her to show you some respect. Hell, you don't respect the 'milfie' in the mirror either, and it's getting easier to think of her as someone else, easier to think of yourself as someone else too.
By the time your bimboi baby gurl finishes dressing you, you really do think you're looking at someone else. The silly sissy slut has dressed you in a matching sexy schoolgurl outfit like she is barely wearing. It looks even more obscene on you. The top is so tight that your nipples jut out of the plunging neckline and they push up your breasts so far it looks more like a half-bra than a blouse. Your ass is too plump and protruding for your pleated skirt, so it just rests on the top of your exposed ass, showing off your sheer red nylon thong, with your cock crudely bulging inside them, threatening to rip free if you breathe wrong. The matching red stockings highlight your shapely legs, and you can't help but imagine how good they'd look wrapped around a strapping stud's back.
"Mmmm. Momo looks good enough to eat! What do you think?" Samantha slips behind you so you can feel her breast crush against her back and hard clit slide between your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but she was right. You look so much sluttier in this outfit than you did clothed. You look vanishingly ridiculous. Too old to be dressing like a schoolslut, but somehow that makes it hotter. You want to see this vapid, vain vixen get fucked like the stupid slag she is. You want to see her pounded into porn pudding. Hell, you want to FEEL it.
Something inside of you snaps. You begin grinding against your little gurl's girthy cock and moaning mindlessly. Her hands are all over you, and so are yours. You are losing your mind to lust and a bizarre sense of self voyeurism. You can't hold back any longer, you break and beg, "Please, babydoll! Please fuck your slutty milfie momo momsie!"
[[Your slutty daughter obliges->and she does]]You look into the deep blue pools of Candi's eyes and see she is telling the truth. She could have forced herself on you before you got your strength back if she wanted revenge. You want to be truly strong, and you realize that if champion like Candi is willing to take a cock if she deems it worthy, then you need to be willing to try it to. Besides, any weakling can avoid temptation. It takes a real champion to take the worst someone can dish out and come out on top. Ironically, taking Candi's cock up your tight ass is the toughest thing you could do in this situation, and you do want to be tough.
"Okay, but we are going to set up some ground rules. First if I say to stop, we stop. Right then and there. Second, no one knows about this. Ever. Third, if you try to trick me, I can still out fight you and out fuck you." Candi nods solemnly, but you can tell by the way she is chewing her bottom lip like bubblegum that she is holding back a squeal of excitement.
"I like solomonly swear to follow every one of your rules, and I was totes listenin' to everyone of them. So like the best way to beat a bitch fuckin' your ass is to make them cum first, then use their distraction to turn the tables on them." Candi closes the distance between you, crushing her breasts against yours and grinding her hard cock against yours, once again emphasizing her size advantage in every way that counts.
You feel a whimper trying to escape your plump, parted lips. You swallow it, feeling a painful lump in your throat that Candi clearly picks up on. She smiles warmly but mischievously and you tense up, readying yourself for the worst. Instead of spinning you around and spearing you with her sissy shaft, she takes your head in her hands and pulls you into a passionate, powerful kiss.
"MMPH Wai...MMMPH I...KISS SLURP WHIMPER" You hope that her tongue muffles the sounds of her moans, but you somehow doubt it. She holds your head firm and rolls her hips so that her pretty prick strokes your drooling dick. After giving everything you had in the ring, you strain to use what little strength that has returned to you, but find your own body unwilling to listen. The hot water hitting your battered body combined with the warmth of Candi's supple skin and hot kiss has you melting in her mouth...and in her hands.
You feel yourself tense up again, your muscles straining and taut, but you feel the same power that allowed you to lift the cheerleader conqueror into midair. You could push her away, but it would cost you. You don't know how much energy you have left. Hell, you don't know how much energy you have to begin with. You decide not to waste the energy fighting off a forceful kiss when you still have a hard fucking to face.
Candi abruptly breaks the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva between your lips that you have to will yourself not to lick up. Candi has no such compunctions, slurping it up and licking it off your lips before saying, "Good gurl! Lesson number one: Never fight what can be endured. Save that energy for when it's needed, unless of course you're just so strong you can whup everyone. Tee hee, but that's not you, is it?"
You ignore her teasing and instead turn around and place both of your hands on the cool tile wall. You push back, grinding your ass up and down against her slick shaft, feeling it throb with need. You feel an odd sort of power over her as you feel her pulse quicken against your throbbing hole. You've witnessed Candi's ability to top from the bottom firsthand, but you also saw how a stronger will can overpower the technique. You wonder if you can find that same reservoir of strength that led you to victory with a hard cock in your hungry cunt.
"Oh my Gawd! You are so cutes magoots when you act all tough and you're still all tryin' to get fucked. Like I almost hope you decide to be my bratty bottom bitch after I fuck you so good you love me." Before you can ask what she means about that, she is sliding inside you, spreading your virgin ass like warm butter.
"Ooooooh fuck UNH fuck AAH FUCK MOAN FUUUUUCK!" A stream of panting profanities falls from your lips along with a strand of drool and a series of gasps and moans. You cannot believe how much better it feels to be the one getting fucked. Every sizzling centimeter pops with bubbling bliss. The nerves you never knew existed are impossibly sensitive and seem to be sending signals to every part of your body to glow with giddy glee. She isn't even an inch in and you feel like your brains are going to boil over and spurt out of your sissy shaft.
"Oh...and as for the ground rules. One, no one ever asks me to stop fucking them. I'm called Candi for a reason, one taste in either hole and you'll be sucking for hours..." You want to argue with her, but she slowly slides in a few more inches, stretching your guts to take her cock, reshaping you from the inside out to better fit her fat prick...to better be her fuck doll.
"And like for rule two, I don't gotta tell anyone 'bout this. You were so eager to get fucked, you totes forgot that the cameras are in the locker room too. If you cum first, eeeeeeveryone will know you're just a brat baby bitch." Three more inches, maybe halfway, and your legs start to quake uncontrollably. You feel something terrifying and thrilling building up inside you...something that threatens to rip you to shreds if you try to hold it back.
"And to be honest, I didn't pay attention to rule number three, cuz I'm totes gonna win anyway, and no rule is gonna make your cunt fall out of love with my cock." Candi's clit is filling you balls deep with thick, throbbing heat. You know you can't take much more of this. It's true, she doesn't need to trick you...she already did. How can you hope to outlast a seasoned sissy your first time getting fucked?! Your heart is pounding like a hummingbird's and your afraid that if you don't cum soon that you'll actually die.
Can you endure the agonizing exctacy?
[[You have an idea...->pain dont hurt]]"Huh...hi Daisy. That's a uhm...pretty pet you have there." A disappointingly familiar face joins you in the elevator. Dwight, a pale, puny goth guy that practically reeeeks of virgin and failure. You know, just like you did yesterday. You feel let down, there's no way he could get the courage, or the cock, up to fuck you in public.
Daisy seems less pessimistic, she sways over and pins him to the side of the elevator with her breasts, her lips kissably close to his. She licks her lips and you see him lick his longingly, and you see what an easy mark you made. You know you should probably feel some kind of way about that, but you are too turned on watching your person prey on this cute little bunny boi, and you secretly hope he takes the bait. "So, Dwight, I always told you that you aren't man enough to fuck me, right?"
You watch him nod and whimper and try not to cum in his ridiculously tight black leather pants. Daisy giggles musically and hands Dwight your leash before wrapping her plump lips around his earlobe and whispering just loud enough for you to hear, "But you're just barely man enough to fuck my pretty pet."
DING
The doors open and Daisy casually strolls out, swaying her has invitingly enough that the visibly nervous Dwight follows behind her with your leash firmly in hand. Their is an electricity in the air that builds with every step. Your plug teases your joy button incessantly, and you are leaving a tell tale trail of precum behind you revealing to the growing audience exactly how aroused you are from all the attention, be it adverse or amorous. By the time you Daisy leads both her obedient followers out of the dorms into the open air of the quads, you have a small crowd following to watch the show that is sure to follow.
Daisy stops at the statue of the school's founder, Sir Orlando. Curious onlookers begin to gather in a circle. Dwight has a white knuckle grip on your leash and finally stops a few feet from her, apparently too afraid to take another step. Daisy, always happy to play to an audience calls out loudly, "So, little boi, are you going to prove yourself a man with my pretty pet in front of all these nice people? Or are you going to run away with your tail between your legs like a scared widdle puppy?"
Daisy has such a cruel streak that has a flair for the performative and perverse. In spite of that, or perhaps because of it, you can't help but be drawn in, even when you are used as little more than a prop in her sordid show. You stare up at Dwight, and from this angle he has an almost androgynous attractiveness. It would be a little less scary if your first time was with him. You give him a hopeful, reassuring smile and lick your lips. He licks his and you feel almost guilty for tempting him into what might be his sissification. Then you lick your lips again and sway your ass.
Does Dwight take the bait?
[[Absolutely->crowd fuck]]It's not so much a decision as instinct taking over. A single drop of your own spunk smears across your lips and you reflexively lick it off. The taste sends forbidden fireworks shooting off inside your empty head, filling it with thrilling taboo thoughts you cannot resist. You grip your baby bimboi's buttocks and knead them like dough as you slide your tongue as far up her cum filled cunt as it will go. The nut juice nectar tastes like ambrosia...like sex...like nothing that can be described in mortal tongue. You'd need an angel's tongue to describe the damned deliciousness of your last shreds of manhood sliding down your throat.
"Mmmm MommEEEEE your tongue feels soOoOOOH guh guh good! I'm gonna have you eat up all my MOAN cream pies!" Samantha pulls off your face leaving you sloppy and slobbery and stupefied. She laughs with mischievous mirth as you lunge for her alluring asshole. Before you can compose yourself, she turns and coos cruelly, "Don't worry, mommy, I have more cream filling in my twinkie here." She rubs her huge, but not as huge as yours, cock against your plump pornstar lips, leaving a tempting trail of precum. Again, your reflexes betray you as you lick your lips, and damned if she wasn't telling the truth...it does taste even sweeter from the tap.
"Yesssss mommEEEEEEE! Keep WHIMPER sucking..." Samantha spurs you on, running her soft hands through your silken hair. You barely realized you had started sucking her spongy sissy cockhead, but you suppose it makes sense to not waste a dreamy drop. Samantha seduces you with her sing-song siren call, "Sink deeper..." you don't want to. You still consider yourself straight, despite the whole cum eating, cock sucking sissy thing, but she tastes so good, and somehow the deeper you sink on her sissy shaft, the better she tastes! "Feel it fill your throat. Feel it stretch your mouth cunt..." stupid sissy, you don't have a mouth cunt. Then again, you can't explain why the sissy clit stretching your taut, tender tissue makes your throat feel so overwhelmingly wet and willing. "Good gurl, feel it hit your spurt button!"
You want to tell her she's crossed a line. You're still a man. An almost straight man. Sure you have tits and a fat, fuckable ass, but you would never cum just from deep throating a dick. You want to tell her that, but then her cock grazes the back of your throat and your cock cums harder and longer than it ever has in your life. Besides, you always taught her that it was rude to talk with your mouth full.
"That's a good mommyslut. Just keep cummin' on my cock and I'll feed you another creamy load for you to guzzle up like the greedy glutton you are. Then I can feed your asscunt and make you my lil' babybitch subby sissy mommyminx." Samantha sounds so cocky, so confident. Maybe it has something to do with her big strong daddy having a throatgasm around her cock? A flicker of sanity pops out from the ocean of orgasm juices flooding your brain and tells you to put your foot down now. Or you could just let her cum down your throat and fuck you until you're calling her Mommy....
[[...Mommy it is!->mommy it is]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/ezgif-2-7f168707c5.jpeg">
You ignore the hoots and hollers of the studs as they describe in grisly, gruesome detail what they'd like to do to you. As far as you're concerned, you could out measure most of the prisoner's pricks and outperform the rest. You walk past with your head held high and your cock jutting out arrogantly and tenting your pants.
You make it to the Sissy Block without incident, and you are a little surprised that their catcalls are even more deviantly detailed, and almost frighteningly creative. You ignore these too, secure in the knowledge of who you are and what you want. You've never been the big dog in any fight you've ever been in, but you've walked away from everyone with your head held high. Okay, some of them you limped away from, but never without laying the other guy out cold.
You see just as many sissies flashing their tight little assholes as there are slipping out their swollen shafts. A stud in a sissy's body surrounded by horny sissy sluts? You could think of worse punishments. Who knows, maybe they'll even have a cure by the time you get out of here. You finally reach your cell, feeling strangely confident and optimistic despite the day you've had. "Alright, 'stud', here's your cell. Try not to bully this one too hard...she might fall in love with you if you do. Haw haw!"
The guard CLANGs the cell door shut behind you and you take in your new roommate for the foreseeable future. She's a tiny little timid creature, hiding her face behind her dark bangs and trying to cover her full figure, and failing, behind an oversized prison top. She wears no pants, which you assume is because she knows they will never stay on for long enough to be worth wearing. Her pale legs barely reach the floor and you would hazard to guess she barely reaches four and a half feet. She manages the bravery to look up at you with Keanesque wet, scared eyes and you take in her delicate button nose and pouty lips. She looks like a pornographic porcelain doll, and you feel a stirring in your loins somewhere between a desire to protect her and pick on her.
"What's your name, cutey?" You say cockily, but with a warmth that borders on kindness. She squirms in her cot and you can tell it takes every ounce of her strength to even meet your stare. She doesn't last long, looking back down at her luscious legs and muttering 'Fawn'.
"Fawn, that's a pretty name. It suits you, too. You look like a little baby deer caught in the headlights. Well don't worry, Fawn, I brake for wildlife." She manages a tiny, fragile laugh like a thin glass bell ringing and you feel the urge to wrap her up in your arms welling up inside you. You remind yourself to play it cool. You better find out what you are getting yourself into before diving in head first. You take a closer look at the shivering sissy and spy the cause of her consternation. Her sissy clit has been locked away in a pink plastic cage. You can't imagine how furious and frustrated you would be if someone did that to you. You ask indignantly, "Who did that to you?!"
Fawn fumbles, frightened but ultimately answering, "Please, don't make a scene. Butch locked me up. She runs S Block. She gave one of the other sissies my key but won't tell me who. Now I have to WHIMPER ask random sissies if they have my key. If they don't, they're allowed to MOAN fuck my throat or my NNH cunt. I think who ever had it, might have thrown it away, to be honest, but getting SIGH fucked is the only way I can cum now anyway." She looks so sad and small...so fragile and fascinating...so weak and wanting...so helpless and horny...so pathetic and punishable...
You are torn between the instinct to help her regain her key, and help yourself to her hungry holes. With the massive changes rocking your worldview and leaving you uncertain about everything you once held as immutable fact. Most of all, you are suddenly not sure who you ARE...
And then you remember. You're not the majestic protector. You are..
[[Just a bully with big boobies->bully with big boobies]]You have a twisted thought! An insane, illicit idea. Maybe you have this all wrong. Maybe you shouldn't be running from the sissy slut search party, maybe they should be running from YOU. You spring up, and sprint towards them, a primal scream unleashing from somewhere deep inside you that you never dared explore. You let your small size and average endowment convince you that you didn't stand a chance against these succubimbois, but you've seen strapping studs twice your size reduced to bashful bimbois, so why can't a shrimp be a stud?
Yeah...you're a shrimp all right. A pistol shrimp. Small in stature, but ready to let loose a bullet so fast it blasts away anything before you. You spit and snarl as you take to all fours to charge towards the cluster of hooded hotties. Surprised by your inexplicable confidence and savagery, they forget that they are the hunters and you the prey, and they scatter in every direction.
That's okay, you don't have to capture all of them, just the leader of the pack. When you tackle, mount, and tame the fiery fury, the rest of the gurls will know who rules them. For her part, Maeve seems almost fatalistic in her fleeing. A bimboi should be able to rabbit away faster than any puppy pursuer preparing to pound her, but Maeve hesitates as if she is so stricken by the surreality of your pursuit that she can't fathom where to flee to. Alternatively, perhaps she just wants to be caught? She gets her wish as you pin her down at the edge of the clearing.
"Get off of me, you little loser!" Maeve only seems to realize that she outweighs you after you have pulled her cloak up over her head so she can't see and exposing her plump, pale, pear shaped ass so you can squeeze slutty sighs out of it. "Stop PANT that! How WHIMPER dare yooOOooOoo..." her objections get pushed aside by her aroused moans. She struggles and gets further tangled in her own ghoulish garb, horns and cloak and cowl tangled and tieing her down, while you free your hard cock and slide it between her squirming supple cheeks.
"If I remember correctly, everyone you catch gets tested for Artemis. Well, you 'caught' me. Now you'll see what I can do!" You slide your shaft between her thicc buttocks and slam into her sissy cunt. You are far from girthy, and you are surprised how tightly her hungry hole milks your manhood. It makes a sick sense...her infection wants to spread to every shape and size boi with even a little sissy in him. It fits that her well used cunt would adapt to even the most almost average size. You realize with a smarmy snarl that means she can feel you fucking her that much more keenly as well.
As if to prove you right, the far from a lady doth protest to much, panting, "Ha! Can't you NNF fuck me AAH any OOH harder than that?! I can barely NNNGH feel EEE it!" Maeve moans mouthily, but the way she shudders around your cock tells you a truer tale. You can feel her ass match your rhythm, bucking back on you with an almost equal power as your pistoning piledriver...almost. You can tell she could push you off of her if she wanted to. She could probably pin you down with her heavy, heavenly ass and suck your seed straight from your sack with her starving slit. The fact that she doesn't try tells you that she wants to be taken by her lesser.
"Are you NNHH getting off on NNG getting bred by a AAH beta boi? It would be pretty embarassing if you OOH came before I did, and even MOAN more humiliating if I shoot NNF my slimy seed UNH inside you, and stay a stud when you NNGH ended up a bimboi when you were probably bigger GGR than me before you got bitched OOOH out!" You taunt and thrust and feel yourself ready to unleash everything you've got inside the ravished red head. Everything comes down to the next few moments. Who will cum first? And what will that mean for your manhood?
Who cums first?
[[She does...->she does]]A heavy fist comes crashing down towards your head and you get that moment of clarity you were hoping for. There is no distinction between the 'real' you and the role you play, because that role becomes a part of the real you as you play it, and it draws on very real parts of you, even if when you aren't particularly proud of some of those parts...that, and you should dodge.
You turn your head at the last second. It's not quick enough to avoid the blow, but it does help send most of the impact into a glancing attack and direct his fist into the solid frame of the couch. In another moment of clarity, you realize that hiding has made you less safe, and that now no one can save you except yourself. This realization too, comes too late to avoid his next blow, a crushing kick that cracks your ribs and knocks the air out of you. You fall to the floor, your mind racing even as you struggle to deal with the pain he's dishing out. You get the feeling he's had practice hurting bimbois bad enough that their bodies can't cope, and you need a new strategy other than taking it.
He's huge...all muscle...and...it hits you even as his heavy heel shatters your hand. Your free arm lifts his cheap slacks and pulls you around to bite his achilles tendon, sending him crumpling to the ground. Your ribs are almost knit back together as you start to crawl away. You look for something heavy to hit him with, but you underestimated his speed. He rolls over, his towering torso pinning your legs. You reach blindly, feeling a tiny figurine in your grasp, recognizing it as the fucking cat statute that got you into this. The lumbering loser looms over you, laughing, "Hurr Hurr! What are you going to do with that? Scratch my EEEYAAAAAAGGH"
You answer affirmatively, rocketing it into his right eye socket and sending a spray of viscous goo and gushing blood out. "EEEEEEE AAAAAGH GAAAAAAAH!" The felled titan grips his bloody eye and thrashes violently on the floor, sending bloody smears all over the cheap carpet. You feel your body repairing itself as you rise, running to the front door and pulling on it for dear life. It's locked from the inside! You look at the windows and see steel bars bracing them! You're trapped with this terror. You wheel around, seeing a grisly gory trail leading to the kitchen...where he no doubt has many very sharp knives if not a gun hidden in a cereal box.
You take a deep breath...center yourself. He's badly injured with no way to heal himself. He's used to being stronger, being invulnerable. He would be sloppy...he will have left you a...A WEAPON! Not your first choice, but a huge paddle hanging over the mantle will do since a chainsaw isn't handy. You stretch on your tippy toes to grab it...can feel it lifting laborously off the hook and into your hands. You've got it...and then you feel his knife cut your ankle out from under you, and it falls with you to floor. He juked you out! He uses his body weight to pin you to the ground as his heavy hands close tight around your throat...
"How's that feel, slut?! Hurts like Hell, doesn't it?! Well don't worry....I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to choke you out, drag you down to my basement, and take all the time in the world torturing you until your body gives out. It's always been a fantasy of mine, but you're the first girl I've ever got to try it on. Hurr hurr...though I guess I'll have to try it on your whore roommate since she knows you're here." The small sadist rattles on even as you can hear your death rattle. In the category of things you could have gone your whole life without learning, you find out that getting choked out makes you cum. Talk about a moment of clarity...and the best you can hope for is he fucks up and kills you before he gets to get his kicks...
And then the score from Dawn of the Dead kicks in...the original of course, when instead of saving the last bullet for himself, he kills a zombie and punches his way out. It has to be a hallucination, but it gives you an idea. Wriggling your tiny arm down to your panties, you get a sizable scoop of sissy seed, and while this kingpin looking motherfucker laughs, you JAM it into his eye socket, infecting him and sending him flailing to the floor. You slip free, smiling as lungs fill your air and standing on your now perfectly healed heels.
"Fucking biiiiiitch! You infected meeeeeeeee! I'll kill you for this! I'll heal...I'll get back up and rip you to SOB shreeeeeeeds!" The principal screams and shifts, his wounds closing and his hatred growing. You look down at him and laugh and laugh and laugh. He grows even more unhinged, even as the bimbug is changing his body. "Don't you laugh at meeeeeee! What do you think's so funny, you stupid whore?!"
You slowly walk over to your purse and show him your compact mirror, asking sarcastically, "Describe your ideal woman to me, misogynist. Let me guess? Small...submissive...stupid...with breasts so big it hurts to sit up. Just a constantly horny pain junkie that can't cum unless she beaten near to death. Sound about right?" The bimbo barely able to lift herself off the floor with her breasts twice the size of her head struggles to figure out what is happening. She should have remembered that the bimbug gives you the body of your ideal woman...and this loser HATES women, and now he gets to live with the consequences of his actions forever.
You leave him where he lies and call Becca to pick you up. When you finish telling her how your night went, she says, "Damn! And I thought I was scary! Well don't worry about that bimboi bastard. I'll call the SJC to scoop him up and they can deal with him. And don't you worry, I'm going to give you our best client for tomorrow night. They're so popular that bimbois offer to pay them for a follow up visit." You sigh, not sure if you want a next client, or if you would rather look for a new line of work, but you figure you can wait until you read the file to decide.
Who's the next client?
[[Bimboi MILF who loves playing Mommy.->a bimboi milf who loves playing mommy]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/dream_s6TIFfCxY8llJ7vuKpNSpEw2_uvNoNnLipqmWFeKtttqw_image_0.jpeg">
You are an 18 year old boi, entering a five year stretch of prison for the first time. Not for the first time, you curse your shitty luck, and even even shittier taste in girls. You should have known you couldn't trust Heather. Even from the beginning, she was two faced and selfish. She was the little rich bitch with the good girl reputation and you were the poor trash bad boi with a rep of getting into fights and dealing drugs. Sure, you DID get into fights on a regular basis, mostly due to people questioning if you were one of those sissy bois just because you were on the short side, and you DID deal drugs, but at least your reputation was earned, where as Heather was as wicked as they come.
Not that you ever got to cum with her. You never even got past first base with her. She just teased and promised a little more the next time, and all you had to do was help her move massive weight of heroin that her 'ex'boyfriend was trying to unload. You should have seen it the frame up coming as you were supposed to be his competition, and now due to one traffic stop, you go directly to jail, and do not collect 200 dollars.
The only bright side is that since the bimbug hit the prison population, rape has practically become nonexistant. Even with the sissies segregated to their own cell blocks, there are ample opportunities to smuggle one over to gen pop, and they never say no. You've always hesitated to fuck a sissy, not because you seriously doubt your manhood, but because you don't see why you should risk it even if it is an infintesimal chance of infection just to fuck some worn out whore with a gaping hole.
So imagine your surprise when you arrive at your cell on your first day and find it filled with hardened convicts surrounding a soft sissy. One turns to you, his face marred by a gnarly scar that he futilely tries to mask with a snake tattoo. "Hey, I'm your 'roomie', Snake. Since it's your first day, you want to take a stab at this sissy? We might not get to smuggle another one in for a week or more."
You look at the pink haired punk in the middle of the cell. She has two cocks in her ass, is jerking off another two as they cover her tits and face in cum, and bobbing between three shafts surrounding her flushed face. You have been tense and pent up lately, and even though she looks a little worse for wear, your cock is swelling in your jumpsuit. You see the convicts sizing you up, and you get the feeling your status will be determined in the next few moments.
Will you take your turn with the sissy?
[[Take your sloppy sevenths->sloppy sevenths]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/ripped-guy.jpeg">
You wonder where you went wrong with your boi, Sam. You raised him with as much love and affection as you could, but when your wife died in childbirth, it was like being handed a tiny nuclear bomb without the manual. You were a gruff, hulking construction worker, and he was so small, so soft that you worried you would crush him if you held him too hard.
Maybe you coddled him, always trying to make up for what he was missing without having a mom to raise him. Maybe it was all the hours away from home, trying to provide. Building your own business so you could provide a better future for him. One thing is for sure, you certainly weren't prepared for the bimbug outbreak, and you certainly didn't expect your only son to get infected in his senior year of high school. He was always so shy around girls before the virus, you never imagined he would try to hook up with a gurl with a bigger prick than him. As much as you love your son, you can't imagine he thought he was a stud, so why did he try his luck at the sissy lottery?
Whatever the reason, Samantha wasted no time in embracing her new sissy lifestyle, and as always, you bent over backwards to support her. The clothing costs alone forced you to take out a mortgage on your house, and you couldn't believe how tight and revealing they were. You wanted your 'daughter' to be comfortable in her new skin, but you had to admit it was strange seeing how comfortable she was in showing off that new skin, and she especially seemed to delight in how flustered you got when she asked you if she looked 'sexy'.
You don't want to think the worst of her, you really don't. You believe in unconditional love, and in letting your child make their own mistakes, and showing them support when they have to accept the consequences. You never imagined that those mistakes would include getting caught blowing other sissies in the gurl's restroom. You believed her the first time when she told you she only did it because she was scared of them, but by the fourth time she got busted in the same stall, you had to wonder why she didn't use a different restroom.
You are far from a prude. You scored plenty when you were her age, but you always knew when the time was right. Samantha seems to think anytime is right to get caught getting gang banged by the anime club (they 'overpowered' her), joining the football team in the showers and coming out filthier than she started (she was showing 'school spirit'), or turning poor innocent bois out and making them sissies (they 'slipped' and fell inside her). After awhile you had to accept that your daughter was a slut.
The worst part is she seems to have no shame. She makes the flimsiest excuses, almost as if she's taunting you...teasing you...tantalizing you. It drives you crazy. You tell yourself you must be imagining it, that your sissy daughter would never try to seduce her own father. Then again, if she isn't trying to entice you, that means you are the one that can't stop fantasizing about her. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Today is the final straw. She got brought home from school in a police cruiser today. Apparently she broke into a sperm bank and made a withdrawal. The time has come to put your foot down and get your sissy daughter back on the straight and narrow.
[[Time for some discipline->time for some discipline]]You lick your lips as you watch them wrap around each other, lost in lust as their tongues chase each other in wet, wanting circles and they grind against each others soft hips with their hard clits. Their grunts and moans capture their conflicting need to fuck and get fucked more eloquently than their words ever could. Luckily for them, they don't have to decide. You are hear to make the decision for them.
"Break it up, sluts. I am going to be the one to take Jaime's cherry, obviously." Pouting and panting as they pull apart, Jaime gives you a glazed look of grateful greed. She clearly has no reservations about her new role. Maybe at some point long ago, say before she tasted your cock, she could still tell herself she wanted to be a man, but now having fallen, she only wants to sink deeper. Daisy still seems torn, but you will settle that for her once and for all. "Jaime, you should know all the joys of a sissy for your first time. Climb behind Daisy so I can fuck her with your sissy shaft."
You can see the raw need overtaking the raw anger in her eyes as she obediently crawls on all fours so the newborn bimboi can slide her still leaking sissy shaft against her hungry hole. She can hate it all she wants, but having tasted the heady cocktail of sweet surrender, sticky shame, and shuddery sissygasms, it get easier everytime to give in than to futilely fight it. You hear Jaime's lilting sigh as she pushes her cockhead against Daisy's sissy cunt, and hear Daisy's low moan.
You let them both wait in agony as you sloooowly slide down behind the redhead's fat, freckled ass and rub your heavy hard on between her quivering cheeks. You rub your massive mushroom head up and down her crack, letting them both drool and drip in anticipation before finally plunging in balls deep without warning, forcing Jaime's sissy shaft all the way inside Daisy's tight cunt. The sudden savagery causes both of their sissy clits to swell and spurt and their bodies to seize and spasm. The ginger gurl's virgin cunt squeezes your cock like a nursing calf, almost painfully pleasurably. This time, you don't half to hold back, half the point will be flooding their cunt with so much cum that their bellies bloat, and you feel like you could fuck and fill their asses all night.
"That's right, sluts! Take your Master's seed!" You explode inside Daisy, kissing her cunt walls with your molten hot eruption of ejaculate and causing her to spurt stupidly inside Daisy, setting off her clit to shoot cream as well. You don't give them time to recover, either, you rock your hips back and slam forward in one brutal blur, fucking your cum into Daisy's tight virgin cunt. It clamps down even tighter as her body is rocked by another sissygasm, but you just pound harder, using your strength and slimy spooge to continue to force yourself balls deep with an increasingly fast flurry of punishing blows.
"Fuck being a stud! Those pussies have nothing on me!" You roar, reveling in the unnatural stamina and endurance your new 'sissy' body possesses. Sure, you've got big, bouncy breasts that make grown men want to stand up and beg for buttermilk, an ass like two melons crashing up and down as you plow the ginger's gash. Sure, even despite your butch bitch look, you end up emphasizing your pornstar pretty features and fuck doll figure. Sure, you want to get fucked and slurp up the maddeningly savory smelling spunk.
BUT...you doubt any stud could continue fucking their fifth load of the night inside a hole so tight it could bend a steel bar. You doubt any REAL man could fuck a sissy so good that the echo of that pounding could melt the resolve of a would be top and make her a slavishly devoted sissy slave, loving you all the more for how much she hates what you've done to her. Hell, you consider yourself more of a man than any straight laced stud that has 0% curiosity or desire to taste a drop of cum or feel so much as a finger in their ass. You have indescribably powerful cravings, and you can channel and control them, just because you get more pleasure in riding that razor's edge than you do in the easy ecstasy of a simple sissy, or simpler stud.
As if to prove your point, Daisy cries out, "Dios Mio! Your using this OOH sissy's cock to AAH fuck me stupid. I...I never knew it would WHIMPER be so much better to be the MOAN bottom AAH bitch for a beta bimboi EEEEEE!" Her comely cries and sissy spasms milk out the most powerful sissygasm from Jaime yet, which in turn milks a monster load from your own overstimulated shaft. You shoot so much spunk that half of it splooshes out all over Jaime's ass and your creamy thighs. You fall back breathless, seeing the morning light of dawn break through the window. Your newly christened sissy slaves waste no time, gorging themselves on spilled seed covering their beautiful bodies.
You watch wistfully as they are back to rutting and writhing and kissing each other clean. They struggle to stay on top, but both are too weak and well fucked to gain an advantage over the other. They finally accept a temporary truce, and lie side by side, scooping cum off each others comely curves and feeding it to each other. You know this struggle for dominance will go back and forth between them and other sissies you add to your stable, and you look forward to them fighting for your scrumptious scraps.
Speaking of which, the smell of your seed coating your creamy thighs and luscious legs is enough to make your mouth water. You wonder if you should take just the tiniest taste before calling your pets over to give you a tongue bath?
[[I mean, a little taste never hurt...->little taste never hurt]]You can't fight it any longer, not that you could call being double decker dicked by Daisy while you sissygasm and spurt 'fighting it' either. So why bother trying to resist the irresistible? You had to have your little taste, now you realize to late that once you get popped, you can't stop.
"Yessss, that's a NNGH good mommy! As long as you realize your OOH bratty bimboi daughter is the one that really AAH wears the boyshorts in the relationship, you can call yourself MOAN Mommy all you like. In fact, it kind makes it OOH hotter for me to pretend I'm putting my NNH slutty NNG sissy NNF mommy in her place, so let's keep up the charade." You just nod dumbly, tongue lolling and drooling all over yourself. Jaime, for her part, doesn't seem to mind being the 'little sister' as long as she can keep being used like a living strap on and cumming out what little brains she has left.
You are made of tougher stuff, but that just means there's enough of the old you clattering around to regret the awful mistakes you've made that have led you to the most degrading moment of your life, and also the most pleasurable. You feel the tautness in your muscles, begging to be used to push off the sissies fucking you into an insentient fuck beast. You could fight them, physically at least. That's the worst part. Knowing deep down that you are stronger than them, just not where it counts.
"Guh good girl. Puh PANT punish muh MOAN mommeeeEEEEEEE!" Daisy laughs demonically and Jaime gurgles even more incoherently than you and your dommy daughter keeps pounding away at you until you are too dick dumb to even beg for more. By the time she fills the flame haired fuck doll you are both too spent to spurt and simply collapse in a happy heap on the floor.
"Sigh, my slutty lil' sissyter and naughty mommy sure did make a mess. I'm sure you both remember how to clean it up..." you shoot her the same dirty looks she was firing your way earlier tonight and burn with the same blush of tormented lust she carried too. You don't talk back however, knowing she can punish you too cruelly if you push back too hard. All she would have to do is stop humiliating you, stop torturing you, stop punishing you. Anything short of the hateful Heaven she just plunged you into will feel like Hell in comparison.
So you begin to kiss your sissy 'daughter' clean, and she does the same for you. There is still enough left of you inside to dread what your new 'family' dynamic will look like, but not enough not to shiver in anticipation at the thought of it.
All in all, this is the family you always needed but never knew you wanted. Who knows what the future holds for you all? After all, this is merely...
The Beginning
(Ending 11: Fuckdoll Family)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You yank open the door bare assed and boiling mad. Slade surprised, steps back as you scream, "YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO! NEW'S FLASH, FUCKBOI! I'M ALREADY A BIMBOI! SO YOU CAN BARELY HURT ME! YOU CAN'T RUIN MY LIFE WORSE THAN IT ALREADY HAVE! AND IF YOU TRY, I'LL PROBABLY JUST GET A BONER! BUT I CAN SLIP SOME SISSY SEED IN YOUR SODA AND YOU'LL GO FROM TIGHT END TO WIDE RECEIVER! NOW FUCK OFF WHILE I GO TRY TO FIX OUR MISTAKES!"
You've never seen a stud so scared. Slade looks like he literally might, "Shiiiiit!" Slade simpers as he runs out of the room, clutching the seat of his pants and taking a pungent scent of shit behind him. You hear the surprising sound of applause and turn to see the bimbois you gave the bimbug to last night.
They remember who they are applauding and suddenly stop. All but Samantha who slowly realizes her mistake and blushes and hides her hands behind your back. You look them over, regretfully remembering their new names what you did to them.
Bunny the bottle blonde and tanned looking beach bimboi glowers at you. Greta the glasses wearing geek gurl growls. You remember them clear as day, but the rest are a bit blurrier. You can't make things right if you can't even remember how you fucked up, so you rack your memory.
Sasha! A dark skinned debutante that towers over you, but looks timid and trembly. You suppose it shouldn't come as a shock since she used to be a defensive lineman named Shaun until she fucked you. You didn't even try to turn him, he must have just gotten in his own head after seeing what you did to poor little...
Polly! A petite princess with pornographic proportions. He used to be Paul, a pale Princeton tracked preppy. Slade figured he didn't stand a chance with you anyway, so he held the snob down while you slide your shaft down his throat until you spurted.
Which leaves the 'best' for last...Abigail. The only one you might not be totally to blame for. She was already wearing her sister's stolen silk panties when she took her turn. Hell, she begged you to breed her and now she looks radiant and ravishing. Who knows, she might even thank you for your help?
Six lives...
Seven if you count yours.
And a million choices between you and helping any of them...
[[But you can take it one at a time->but you can take it one at a time]]You wake up unsure of what time it is, hungrier than you've ever been, hornier than you ever imagined possible, and so hot you could fry an egg on your forehead. Though you had a different breakfast in mind.
Your ass is feeling even hungrier than your throat was, and you are 99.99% sure that if you devour at least twice as many thick tube steaks with your craving cunt as you did with your thirsty throat, then you will go back to being at least 1% beta boi. Give or take a percent. Besides, if your throat felt so much blissier and besterest getting filled with a hard cock compared to your soft, supple hands, then imagine how much better your sissy cunt will feel?
You have to wait what feels like eons? Centuries? Millinnea? But finally, another fat fuck stick slides through the food slot to feed you. You don't have milisecond thought. You back up onto the huge, hard prick and it slides in effortlessly, your ass somehow producing it's own lube. It stretches you naturally, like nothing could feel more right, more just. It fills you magically, like a fist in a glove, like you can pulse inside you. Like his heart is beating inside your ass, pumping cum through every vein.
Even though you are 0.001% certain you are least 0.00001% straight and you hate pigs with every fiber of your being, you can't help but fall in love with the guard as you sissygasm all over his porker. You have never felt happier, flooded with an ocean of melty brain bliss and thick cum. You just hope another true love slip's his nasty, veiny cock through so you can stay stoned and stupid and slutty even longer. You squeal with piggish glee when a new beau slams his pig prick up your fuck slot. "SqeeEEEEEEE!"
...
On the other side of the wall, two guards laugh as they watch you fuck the rookie like it was your wedding night. "Sheeeyit! Didn't I tell you boys, now didn't I say that sissy wouldn't last no damn night in that hole with out rubbing her ass on the food slot? This here bimboi only lasted an hour and a half." The other guards grumble as they hand him $20 each. He smiles as he realizes that would pay for 8 whole turns in your sissy throat or four times in your cunt. Not that he'll ever have to pay. No the captain of the guard collects the toll for your sissy hole, and he expects to make a pretty penny from you.
"Heh. Hope this isn't your first time with a sissy, rook. If you end up catching the bimbug, you'll end up in the hole and we'll disappear your records just like this slut. You might last longer than her, but with nothing to do but focus on your sissy urges, everyone breaks before long. Heh, but I'm sure you don't have to worry about that." He laughs, but it doesn't sound like he's joking. You don't hear him anyway through the heavy steel door and the sounds of your own mindless moaning.
You'll never know when one day ends and the next begins. You'll survive on bread, water, and cum, and wait for brief moments of bliss that break up the endless woeful waiting. Occasionally, the guards will come in your cell and gangbang you on your filthy, flimsy mattress. You will come to think of these times as your Christmas birthdays, but whether they are years or hours apart, you will never know. You will just suck and fuck and wait for your chance to think straight so you can plan your next move. You are trapped in heavenly Hell, from now, until...
The End
(Ending 12: Fucked for Life)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You glance back over your shoulder and see a stable of studs following behind you. All of the appear swaggering, strong...and stupid. They look like they just stepped out of benetton, a beautiful palette of pale to darker hues, and every one an Adonis. They all seem cocky and self assured and they have no problem pushing away any other would be studs, interested sissies, or curious bois. It looks like your debut film is going to be a real sausage fest. You aren't sure how to feel about that. You've never been with a man before, you weren't ever attracted to them as a boi before.
Cocks on the other hand, they have long held a special place in your lust. After long lurid hours staring at hard flesh spreading wet, wanting holes, it was only natural to fixate on these towering totems of manhood. The rest of the man you can do without. That's why you were hoping for a more sissycentric cast. Then again, you did always prefer to see pornstars pounded by studs. Now that you are the pornpig, maybe it's only fitting you get spit roasted by real men?
You don't have time to answer your questions or quell your fears before reaching Alexi's dorm. You feel the flock of studs push against you, hard hands and harder bulges crushed against your practically naked flesh. You melt and feel your mind dripping down the back of your throat and forming sticky sweet drool as you wait impatiently and grind your body against their hands and cocks. You have all the answer you need. It doesn't matter what you want...it's inevitable. In porn, the slut gets fucked. Lucky you, you are the slut. Daisy knocks impatiently, almost as desperate to see you get fucked as you are.
"Da. Da. Da. I am comingk, you can't rush me just because I am Russian." Alexi opens the door; a slight built boi with angular, but slightly androgynous features. You've seen him around, but he is mostly locked away with his film equipment. No one is sure if he is even actually Russian, or if he tried out that as an affectation and it stuck even though no one cared or would have thought it was cool if he was actually Russian. "What in the Hell, damn guys?! What are you bringingk to my doorstep?"
Daisy pushes past him, and the herd of beefcake follows after. Once inside, Alexi's dorm is much bigger than you would expect. Daisy told you a rumor that he got footage of the Dean doing things that would make even her blush and was allowed to have contractors knock down the walls between several dorms and give him a loft. Anyone else would have taken this chance to turn it into a bachelor pad, but Alexi apparently was a shy boi who preferred to watch. However, with the way he's watching you, you wonder if he might want to do more than look..."So what is the happeningk? Why are you in my room with this блядь?"
Daisy stomps over to him and spits, "Speak American, pendejo! You like to make movies, my roomie, Brandi wants to be in one. It's going to be called Dorm Floor Bitch and these alpha assholes I can't be bothered to learn the names of have a supporting role as muscles and cocks." She gives them a playful wink to let them know she still loves them, whatever their names are. "And they are going to be very disappointed if you get in the way of their big break in Hollywood. Aren't they?" They take the hint and surround Alexi, who fumbles to find his camera.
"Hey! No need for the rough stuff. I am notorious sex peeper, am I not? Of course I will be filmingk bang gang." Everyone ignores his Boris Badinov broken english as he sets up a camera rig and sound in the middle of his dorm. The studs stare and lick their lips, but you suppose they are enjoy the torture and tension as much as you are. Maybe they are so used to sissies throwing themselves at their feet, that being made to wait is a welcome appetizer. They certainly look ready to eat you up. And while you still haven't decided whether or not your are into guys, you are feeling excruciatingly edible right now.
Alexi has finally set the scene after what feels like a lifetime of waiting and after all that time it is an empty floor and a white couch. He can see the look of disappointment in your eyes, and he snaps. "Look, ever since the sissy virus, elaborate set ups and plots and even rudimentary explanations are out. Every one knows sissies don't need a reason to fuck. Hell, you couldn't stop yourself if you wanted to." He spits on the floor, his contempt as clear as his accentless speech the moment he set foot on set. He turns to Daisy, "Please tell me you at least have some footage of her transformation I can splice in later. The losers that stroke to this stuff always want the before picture or they can't get off."
Daisy holds up her camera and says, "Trust me, Alexi, we have something special with this sissy. Just shoot the scene and let her do her thing. She isn't your usual sissy slut that gets off on being watched. It's waaaaaaaay sicker than that." Daisy tosses you a friendly wink like you should take that a compliment, and oddly enough, you do.
Alexi rubs the bridge of his nose like he has a headache. "Okay, fine...perfect. I'll just be a glorified camera man and this newborn bimboi can direct the scene. Okay, Sissy B. Demille, go to the middle of the couch, the steaks here will surround you, and then you will look into the camera and tell us your name, something...something your dad didn't hug you enough or hugged you too much and now you wanna do a porno. You got it?"
You nod, wondering what you will say with the cameras roll, will you freeze, turn and flee, or will you fly? You sit on the couch, crossing your legs to hide your cock...for now, and ease back, extending your arms as if to say, this is my house. Alexi begins counting down with his fingers...
3...
2...
1...
[[Action!->action]]"Puh puh please...MOAN fill me up." You can't believe how desperate and depraved you sound. You can't believe the words falling from your lips. Surely you wouldn't beg to get fucked by some deviant dickgurl? You are 100% straight and always have been. Though ever since you came to in a buxom bimboi body, you have felt that percentage wavering. It's like your body needs these terrible, twisted things your mind recoils at, but you still find yourself drooling at the sight of the dollop of precum dripping from her sissy clit.
"That's a good gurl. Most newborn bimbois want to try to act all tough. They almost never let me fuck their sissy cunts on my first exam. I'll never understand why they are all so stubborn, not sweet and submissive and slutty like you." Nurse Honey's cruel compliments cut you deeply, but you can't exactly argue with her and beg her to fuck the spurts out of you at the same time. You tell yourself it's just growing pains. You tell yourself you just need to scratch this itch and you will go back to being 99% straight after this.
You feel your body moving as if it's on autopilot, reaching back to spread your cheeks and wiggling your ass wantonly. You feel cold air hit your hot hole and you could swear you hear a hiss of steam. Time slows to a crawl as you wait, whimpering wetly, seconds sliding slow and sticky like syrup as Nurse Honey slides her thick clit past your chubby cheeks and presses against your raw, ready ring. Just the slightest touch of her had flesh against your tender, tight hole sends throbs of pleasure running down your spine. Your soft breasts are crushed against the hard steel exam table and your nipples feel hard enough to cut through it. Your skin is flushed and feverish and every nerve stands on end. You have never felt so strange, so surreal, so slutty...
"Please just fucking fuck me already!" If you heard it in a porno you wouldn't believe it. If you heard it from a woman, you would be sure you were dreaming. Hearing it from your own luscious lips it sounds completely convincing and heartbreakingly hot. Nurse Honey must agree as she plunges into you with a passionate push, sliding deep inside you and stretching you wide with no signs of resistance.
Time stops entirely as you feel your body being reshaped from the inside out. No, not just reshaped, that would only explain the way your virgin asshole spreads around her gurlcock like melting butter, the sharp twinges of pain only making the pleasure sting sweeter as she enters you balls deep. It's more like she's remaking your body, rewiring your new nerves to send supercharged jolts of white hot eroticity coursing through your body and overloading your beleaguered brain. You grind back against her girth and she giggles and grabs your by your birthing hips to begin sloooowly pulling out and then SLAMMING back in. You feel at least 20% of your straightness shoot out of your untouched cock and all over the table.
"Isn't this so much better than fighting it? Why spend your life miserable, horny and constantly conflicted when you can just do what your body tells you to and feel good all the time?" You know there has to be a reasonable rebuttal to her question, but for the life of you, nothing comes to mind. Maybe it's because your brain is to busy struggling to process the euphoric explosions erupting inside you as Nurse Honey's hard clit crashes against your spurt spot in a blur of thrusts. You are feeling less and less straight with every spurt that is forced out of you in a full body sissygasm. By the time you get down to 0% you don't even worry about why anymore. You just bask in the brainless bliss of being fucked and bucking back like a bitch in heat.
"Oh my NGGH God! I haven't found a MOAN sissy this OOH eager in ages! I'm going to have to NNH keep you as my sissy AAAH assistant nurse! I'll make sure you OOOH get a treatment everytime you need it! EEEEEEEEE!" Nurse Honey floods your cunt with her creamy cum and you melt into a puddle of mindless pleasure and guilt-free giddy glee. You fall asleep in a puddle of your own fluids and hope that when you wake up, it's to another waking wet dream and that you never have to think again....
....
You find yourself waking up to...
[[A new outfit, a new position, a new outlook on life.->new outfit new position]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/914413726.png">
You shake Daisy awake. She mutters confusedly, "Mmm big tasty cocks...oh huh? That's right! We...and you...well, good morning, Brandi." She turns and smiles as if that explained everything. For a second you forget all your questions as you get lost in her deep, dark eyes. Her breasts crush against yours and you are tempted to forget your questions and finally lick those lips you've been longing for.
Instead you gather the strength to push her away and ask, "Daisy, what the fuck happened?! What the fuck did you do to me?! Why am I a sissy?!" She smiles wider and licks her lips again, clearly aware of the power she has over you. She slides out of bed, standing up so you can get a good long view of her stunning figure, and her fat cock. It's like you're seeing it for the first time, though you assume you must have gotten a good look last night. You wish your hungry gaze wasn't so obvious, and you wish you could say it was just her comely curves you were craving.
"Well, I could tell you...which would be soooooo boring. Or...." she scampers over to the couch and plops down, finding her phone and casting something to the big screen. "Why don't you come sit next to me and we can watch all the naughty, nasty things you did last night? Unless..." she strokes her sissy shaft until it grows hard and drooling, "you would rather sit on my lap?"
You stare at her thick clit and your asshole puckers hungrily. You wonder if it would even be your first time getting fucked by her fat prick? But maybe it isn't a good idea to let her set the terms before you even know how she turned you. Maybe if you play it cool, you can still find a way to come out on top.
Will you sit on the couch or her lap?
[[Sit on her lap.->sit on lap]]You have seen Daisy like this way enough times to know that she is going to end up fucking whoever is in the closest proximity to her, and since she won't wear a rubber to save her life, or your manhood, you decide base cowardice is the better part of valor in this circumstance. "Sorrygottogotothelibrarystoretobuybooksaboutmilkorsomethinglikethat!" You yell incoherently as you dart out of the door.
You get as much distance between the boozy bimboi and you as you can, ending up on the quad and wondering where you should go next. It's the magic hour. That moment between dusk and dark when anything seems possible. The campus is deceptively quiet, with coeds getting ready for parties or holing up to study. The library would actually be a pretty safe place to hang out until Daisy snags a stud or a sissy to fuck all night, but it also sounds deathly boring. Boring unless the head librarian Ms. Askew is working. You could watch her shelve all night.
Walking around campus is always exciting, because you never know when you will spot a sissy sucking off some Alpha bro in the bushes, or on a bench, or in the middle of the sidewalk. Then again, that is the kind of excitement you just ran away from. It seems quiet now, maybe if you found a secluded spot, you could hide away and get your vicarious, voyeuristic thrills with no one the wiser.
Maybe it's better to split the difference and see if you can crash at Drew's dorm tonight. He's the only guy you know that still stayed pretty much the same after catching the bimbug. You feel guilty for avoiding him lately, but the reason you've avoided him is because you were worried things would be awkward now that he has an incredible body.
Your options are all a mixed bag of sexual frustration and the risk of infection, but then again, that's every day now for you.
Where do you go next?
[[Hang with the tombimboi, Drew.->hang w drew]]
[[Hang around campus->hang around campus]]You decide you could use a little excitement. It feels like lately all you've done is hide away in your dorm when you aren't in class or sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. It's silly to spend the rest of your life scared of bimbois trying to seduce and infect you. You have always been pretty much invisible anyway. Even your party slut roommate only propositioned you as a last resort and she let you go without a fight.
Feeling a new spring in your step you aimlessly wander around campus, enjoying the dappled light of the setting sun filtered through the lush leaves and the sounds of your school without the usual clatter and cries. You don't have any destination in mind as long as it is away from the usual hovel you hide away in, and anywhere doesn't disappoint for it's novelty.
You see a bench sitting under a mighty oak and take a load off in the spreading shadows. Night is falling and you expect to see the crowds come spilling out any second. You can see the campus crossroads where all four corners converge before the sidewalks spiral out sprawling over the school. You can't imagine a better spot to quietly people watch, some might say leer lasciviously, from relative privacy and comfort.
You do find it a little odd that you didn't come across any other intrepid wanderers in your rambling stroll. It's a quiet time of evening, but it's still a major university. You would expect to see a least a few people heading from here to there, if not dozens. Come to think of it, you didn't hear anyone either. It's almost as if everyone decided to explore your favored pastime and hide away in their dorms. You look around and realize it is dark and you are all alone, and you start to get creeped out.
Just when you are about to 'calmly' walk back to your dorm as fast as your legs can carry you, you see a familiar face: Alexi, the weird Russian pervert of your dorm floor, and on your floor that means he's pretty pervy. He seems confused, darting here and there and without the camera he always takes everywhere to film his peeping tom porn. You stand up and wave him over, figuring you can help him find his way back to your dorm and he can keep you company even though you aren't really scared. Oddest thing, he doesn't seem to be slowing down as he barrels toward you. "Alexi? Where's the fi-OOF"
Alexi tackles you to the ground and covers your mouth with his hand. It smells like cabbage and lube. You struggle, but he whispers fiercely, "What of the Hell?! Be shuttingk up! Don't you know it is Stag Night! I wanted to be gettingk the footage, but they spotted me, and...oh no, they're here!" He pops up and runs the opposite direction before you can ask him what Stag Night is or who is chasing him. You get your answer to both soon enough. A group of maybe a dozen or so in long black cloaks walk in a slow march. When they see Alexi run off, they split up, quickly corralling him until he is surrounded.
You stay hidden in the shadows, spying silently, not daring to breath. The Russian looks scared out of his mind, you wonder what horrors the cloaks could hide that has him so terror stricken. One of the figures steps forward as two others grab Alexi and drag him to the ground. You see them pull their hood down revealing a stunning red head wearing a headdress of buck horns. She parts her cloak and stands over your dorm mate, revealing her pale, perfect breasts, hefty hips, and thick, dripping cock. You hear her cry out, apparently to anyone and everyone, "IN THE NAME OF ARTEMIS, WE CHRISTEN THIS STAG NIGHT WITH OUR FIRST OFFERING! I, MAEVE, WILL TEST THIS CHILD, MAKING HIM A MAN...OR A DAUGHTER OF ARTEMIS!"
The cloaked crowd erupts in blood curdling shrieks. You watch with bated breath as Alexi's clothes are cut from his body and the fiery bimboi lowers her pale ass onto his surprisingly hard cock. He struggles, but she easily slams him back to the ground with her thundering thighs and and ample ass. Alexi doesn't seem to be struggling quite as viciously as Maeve begins sliding up and down his shaft. You can't say you blame him. You've never been so scared, or so enthralled in your life. It's like your worst wet nightmare come to life. Your heart is pounding and your cock is scared stiff as you wait to see if he can pass his test.
You see the hooded figures form a tight circle around Maeve and her prey, you watch intently, waiting for a crack in their formation to see if he passed his test, only to hear a familiar cry in a much more feminine tone scream, "Da! DAAAAA! I am likingk this change!" Your blood freezes as number of hard realities hits you. You were right to worry about bimbois hunting you down and transforming you! The only person you know of that could help you just joined their ranks! And she knows exactly where you are hiding!
You don't know if you can run. It sure didn't seem to help poor Alexi. If you don't, she will surely lead you to them, won't she? Unless, maybe she will feel sorry for you and lead them away. You were always nice to the weird little creep...to his face anyway. If you can't run...can't hide...what can you do...
What will you do?
[[Run!->run]]
[[Hide!->hide]]
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"Hey, Brian! Long time no see!" Drew opens his door wearing a wife beater and boxers. You blush and try to tell yourself that has always been the way your friend answered the door. Then again, he didn't used to have massive, milky breasts almost popping out of his top and a bulge the size of a baby's arm in his boxers. He still has the same casual cocky attitude he always did, only with his chestnut brown curls cascading down to his shoulders, his waspish waist and heavenly hips giving him an hourglass figure, and his ass looking like two melons fighting in his boxers as he walks over to the couch, you've say that some things have changed a little. He still has impressive guns and taut legs, but his silky soft soft skin and feminine curves only stand out more in contrast.
But that's not his fault. He thought he was immune before he hooked up with a bimboi at a sissies and studs party, and you would have thought so too. His transformation was a big reason you became basically celibate. If a man's man like him can catch the Bimbug, what chance does a quiet normie like you have? You decide to ignore your initial discomfort and try to treat him the same as you always have. You'll spark up, relax, and play games or watch movies until it's time to crash. Drew certainly seems to have the same game plan, he's already hitting a joint and waving you over to the couch. "Come on, bro, have a seat. Don't worry, you can't catch what I've got from spit."
You feel awful, stammering, "Naw! I know that!" You didn't, exactly, and you are relieved to hear him say it. You sit next to him, ignoring how his bare legs brush up against your pants. Normaly you would be down to your boxers at this point too. It always run's warm in Drew's dorm so you spent most nights in your t-shirt and boxers or even just your shorts. You don't want to make your friend feel even more ostracized than you already have, so you take a huuuuuge hit and hold the smoke in your lungs until it comes coughing up. You feel your tension melt away and you slip off your shirt and jeans, saying, "This is more like it. Sorry I've been away so long. I just..." you trail off, realizing Drew knows exactly why and will spot any weak excuse a mile away.
"It's cool, Brian." Drew looks you in the eyes and you can see it means a lot to him that you're here. "I know it's a lot to deal with. Hey, I can barely wrap my head around it either. Like I still feel like me. I still think of myself as a man, but I also get these cravings and..." he trails off, a distant look of desire cloudy his eyes before he snaps back and laughs, "Heh. But don't worry, buddy. You aren't my type. Sides, I don't want to risk infecting anyone, so it's just been jerking off or fooling around with other bimbois or occasionally chicks for me. Heh. That's been the one silver lining. Most of these infected aren't like me. It's like they were just waiting for an excuse to be as slutty as possible. And when they meet a sexy butch bimboi like me..." he trails off as he notices you licking your lips and blushing brightly. "Heh. Sorry, I get carried away sometimes."
You brush it off, pretending you are as cool with it as you wish you were. "Hey, man, no reason to apologize on my account. You know I always got off to hearing about your sexual conquests, why should that change now that you are even hotter...I mean they are even hotter. Not that you aren't hot...it's just...heh I'm gonna take another hit and shut up." You realize as the smoke burns your lungs that you had never exactly told him how you used to beat off imagining his stories of hooking up with comely coeds.
Drew being the laid back dude he is, lets the revelation pass by as if he didn't notice. Though you can see his nipples tenting the thin fabric of his athletic shirt and his bulge beefing up in his boxers. You only hope he doesn't notice how boned up you are. It's a rare occasion that you are almost grateful for your smaller package, but your beet red blush probably gives you away.
You should have known this would happen. It literally always does when you get stoned. Drew used to joke that he wished all his dates were so easy to get in the mood. You'd laugh and excuse yourself to go the the bathroom and 'drop a load'. After awhile, you both got comfortable enough hanging out, that it seemed silly to both jerk off in adjoining rooms when you could just yank one out quicker side by side and then get back to chilling.
"Coooool. So uhm, I am gonna go drop a load. I'll uh knock before I come out." Drew stands up and you are stunned by the size of the shaft straining in his shorts. You are torn between wanting to keep a safe distance from a potential source of infection and being a good friend. Is it better to act like nothing's changed and invite him to toke and stroke along with you? Or should you accept the reality of the situation and let him have his privacy?
[[You ask him to stay.->ask to stay]]You are petrified with fear. Any second Alexis will tell her new friends where you are so they can turn you out. But you know you'll be spotted if you run. So you just stay hidden, too scared to move, and just praying that the Russian doesn't rat you out. You see them huddled around her, giving her a cloak to hide her new beautiful body. You feel a little guilty for being disappointed when she covers her knew curves, but she is a lot more fun to look at than she was a bony boi.
She seems to be conspiring with them, but why she would want to help the little bitches who just bimboified her, you'll never know. You wait for them to turn towards you, wait to be surrounded and subdued and sissified. Instead, you see them head off in every direction but this one. You guess it makes more sense for them to hunt solo so they get to compete for the most pelts. They have the pipes to yell for their sissy sisters if they need more than one to overpower their prey.
You see them all head out and for a little while, you feel almost safe. This is maybe the one place in the whole campus they won't come back to. All you have to do is wait out the night. That is, unless Alexis waits for her new friends to leave and then makes a bee line straight for you! You are still frozen in fear when she walks straight up to you and says, "Why are you beingk so scared? It is me, friend Alexei. Ah, I suppose it is friend Alexis now, da?"
Alexi always looked creepy with his androgynous, angular features and prematurely grey hair, but with if flowing over huge torpedo tits and a insanely thicc ass, she pulls the look of well. You do worry, however, about her dangerously large dangling cock. You wonder why she is being so friendly towards you, but you figure it's better to play along until you know what perverted plot she's planning. "Thanks, Alexis! I'm glad to have a friend like you. And I think you look real pretty this way."
Alexis throws her arm around you and coos, "Aww, does little scared lamb have crush on cossack she wolf? Is cute. Maybe I beingk let you jerk off to me later." The creeper cutie squeezes your ass and you blush so bright you worry you'll give away you're position. It shouldn't sound so sordid compared to what the other huntresses in heat had planned for you, but the thought of safely being able to stare and stroke at a newborn bimboi beauty sounds somehow hotter than sex than you. Sex isn't something you have a lot of experience with. Jerking off, however...is something you could get a doctorate in.
"See? This way is beingk totally safe. The stupid shylhuki told me their patrolling patterns to offeringk me to partner up." Alexis gets you all the way back to the dorms without running into a solitary sissy stalker, and you start to feel bad for distrusting your dirty minded dormie. She hasn't even tried to touch you since her playful squeeze of your ass, not that you want her to, of course. By the time she gets to your dorm and says, "Why don't you be spendingk night with me, Da? I will keep you safe, and you know I only be likingk to watch."
It's true, as a boi, he was always proud to announce his perversions, as if he was almost got off on the disdain for being a virgin voyuer. You figure you'll be safer with the pretty peeper than with your drunk dickgurl dormmate. You follow Alexis to her dorm and you feel safer when she locks her custom latches on her sturdy set of locks. You sit down on a easy chair in the corner, not exactly surprised that it's covered in plastic.
Alexis drops her cloak and strolls to the middle of the room. It is a large empty space with a single sofa surrounded by a circle of mirrors and cameras you see a dozen alluring Alexises turning their porntastic physique in a hypnotic circle. She outstreches her arms and says in a suddenly accentless steely tone, "I will not lie to you. Now that I can become the porn, what I really want to watch is myself. I like you, you're shy and submissive and shock easily. I'd love for you to film a scene with me, but it not, just watch and don't stop watching no matter how weird it gets."
You would dearly love to touch her, would love to be able to trust her to keep herself from turning you out. You aren't even sure you can trust yourself! If you don't try now, you know you'll end up waiting on the sidelines for the rest of your life. Then again, maybe that's where you belong?
Will you wank, or will you whore?
[[Watch and wank->watch and wank]]
[[Becum a star->becum a star]]You couldn't be more stunned if he slapped you. Strike that, you half expected him to slap you, you never expected in a million years for him to tell you he was proud of you and call you by your REAL name to boot. You look over to Becca, but she is plainly puzzled as well. She had a solid plan if things got ugly, but she clearly doesn't have as much experience with proud parents. You both sit, stunned speechless.
"I'm sorry, Amy." Your father continues, "This shouldn't come as a shock to you that I'm proud of you...that I love you. That I only want what's best for you. I...I have a lot to learn about sharing my feelings. I'm ashamed to admit it, but that was something I relied on your mother for. When she pass...when she died, I closed myself off. It's like I could feel everything so keenly, and it just wouldn't stop. It...it scared me. I wasn't there for you when you needed me most. Then with the outbreak, I was scared for you...how the world would treat you. I didn't want you to get hurt." Tears are streaming down your father's face and, you realize as they cascade off your chin, yours as well.
"But...I was hurt! I was hurt all the time! I was so scared of who I was going to turn into, and now I see it's just me turned inside out! If you really wanted what was best for me, why couldn't you just say so?!" You spit the words out with a venom that surprises everyone, including yourself. Years of suppressed rage come erupting out like licks of lava. You know you should be happy that your dad is being so supportive, but in the moment, all you feel is molten malice that it took him so long.
"I...I deserve that. I tried to impart a sense of responsibility in you, and I failed horribly in my own duties. When you turned 18 and were still so scared to come out of your room...to come out to me, I finally accepted that responsibility. I reached out to the Samantha Jenkins Center and they gave me so tips on how to best broach the subject, but then I got scared off again and came up with this plan to hire a bimboi babysitter and let nature take it's course. I took the cowardly route and hired someone else to do my job, just like I did when I left your mom in charge of the emotional stuff. I...I do want to do better. I promise to be honest from now on and support you the best I can, but I understand if it's too late for you." Your father has fallen to his knees by the time he's finished. He is hunched over and you can see the pain and terror and regret and love etched on his face.
You have never seen your dad so vulnerable. Hell, you've never seen him vulnerable at all. It's strange, you've looked up to him all your life, considered him a giant, impervious to all harm, and capable of anything. How ironic that in seeing him on his knees, almost mortally wounded and wailing, you finally can relate to him, you finally feel like he's your father, and you're finally proud of him. You join him on the floor and throw your arms around his neck and both of you empty out years of pent up emotions in wrenching sobs.
You hold on tight and your dad pulls you closer as you both let your hearts spill out like an ocean of tears. You realize that you take after your father more than you ever knew. You both have hearts too big for your chest, even with the added room you just gained. You can't keep them closed off anymore, even if it can get a little sloppy when they spill out.
You are feeling this whirl of conflicting emotions that are somehow all true and valid at the same time. Anger at your father for being so closed off and cold and anger at yourself for following his lead. Sadness for all you've lost and joy for all that lies ahead of you. You feel competing surges of shame and pride both for your own failures and how you finally faced them, and with your dad's delayed progress as well. You feel terror and triumph, hatred and humor, forgiveness and fear. At the end of your emotional rollercoaster, you allow yourself to feel the most treacherous trap of all...hope.
You finally break your embrace to look your dad in the eye and lay it out for him, "Look, we both obviously have a long ways to go. I'm willing to give you a shot if you keep trying. But I have to protect myself. I can't go around with my heart hanging open if you are going to freeze me out. And I won't take presents in lieu of your presence any more. Though...I do need a new wardrobe if you want to make a magnanimous gesture. Oh...and no more fucking my girlfriends before I get a chance to, even if you did pay for them!" Your dad blushes at the last rebuke and Becca laughs out loud, wiping her own tears away just too slowly to hide them from you. She shrugs and blushes too, beaming as she watches a scene she's surely wished for herself in the past.
Your dad dries his tears and holds a hand up as if making a pledge, "Amy, I promise to keep trying to be the father you deserve and to support you in your efforts to keep growing yourself. I promise to admit my mistakes from now on, and to try to keep making the same ones. I will get you a wardrobe that rivals one of those instaglam influenzers or whatever they're called. And..." he blushes brightly and struggles to hold your gaze, "I promise not to sleep with any of your friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, or in anyway ruin your romances." You wrap your arms around your daddy's neck and it's a good thing he's such a giant or you'd snap his neck from squeezing so tight.
The future is looking bright. You have so many possibilities and pitfalls ahead. There's only one thing you know for sure...this isn't some fairy tale ending, but it's one hell of...
A Beginning
(Ending 19: Family is Forever)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]The moment you hear the words flying from your lips you know they are true. As much as it disgusts you, as much as you hate to admit everyone that ever looked down on you or underestimated you was right, you can't deny the terrible truth. Nothing in your life has ever come close to the pure, perverse pleasure of this moment, and you cannot life without more humiliatingly hot acts of hedonism to feed your new ravenous appetite.
Sugar doesn't need to be told twice. She pulls you off her cock, which is quite a feat considering how desperately you struggle to stay latched onto her. She then moves you to bend over your bottom bunk by guiding your body with her free hand and flexing her fist deep inside your sissy cunt to keep you nice and obedient. "Youse won't need these no more." She chirps as she rips your pants from your ankles. She pulls her fist out of you with a embarrassing PLOP you are sure the whole cell block can here. Even if they somehow missed it, there is no way they don't hear your woeful wail as her hand leaves you feeling hollow and hurting.
"Don't youse worry, candy cunt. I'm gonna give you something better than a fist!" Before you can incredulously ask what could possibly be better, Sugar slams her throbbing cock hilt deep into your sissy cunt. You are shocked that you can even feel it. You know you should be stretched out to cavernous proportions from riding her fist to squirtown, but somehow your cunt contracts and contorts itself to fit just ever so snugly around her not insubstantial sissy shaft. What's more, it's like your cunt KNOWS that it's a cum filled cock fucking it, and it sends even more incredibly illicit pangs of pleasure roaring through you.
You buck back against her cock, long past worrying about what it looks like, long past having any dignity to salvage, long past caring about anything but the mind melting sissygasms eviscerating you like a carpet bomb of cummy yummy climaxes. With your cunt seizing around her shaft so hungrily, she can't hold out long. She tries to control the pace, but you just keep thrusting back harder than she can drill you into your cot. She moans, "Youse sure is a NNH skirt! Your first time NNGH gettin' MOAN fucked and youse is already a AAAH pro. FuuuuUUuuUuuk!"
Sugar fills your cunt with her cream filling and despite your clit being fucked dry, you feel the most powerful sissygasm yet decimate you. It's like your bimbofied body has finally been fed the meal it really craves, a cumming cock with a sticky sweet scoop of submission and your cherry on top. You collapse on her cot contentedly with your cunt oozing Sugar's shameful sissy syrup. You are too dick dumb and cum high to care that you just became a sissy's bitch.
"Well ain't youse a sloppy slut?" Sugar pants, pulling her sissy shaft out of your hungry hole and wipes it on your thick cheeks. "So, how are we gonna clean that messy gash of yours?"
Sugar already knows exactly what she's gonna do. Shes gonna...
[[Walk you bare-assed and leaking to the showers->walk you bare assed and leaking to the showers]]As soon as the apology is off your lips, you realize to your surprise that you meant it. Becca appears, if not shocked, at least not bored by your sudden face turn. As if eager to keep her first genuine expression of slight interest on her face, you continue apologizing, letting the words fall from your lips before you have time to think about them, and speaking so fast that you don't scare yourself silent. "I'm so so so so sorry. I swear I'm not really a snob! I just am so scared! Like all the time I'm scared and all I have is my daddy's money to lord over people to keep them from seeing how small and skilless and sad I am. If my dad ever knew half the things I'm scared I am, then I probably wouldn't even have that. I worry that if I have sex with a bimboi that I'll turn into one, but doesn't that mean I already am? I worry I'll be into guys even if I don't get infected, so then what's the point of being celibate? I like girls but I can't stand myself, and it's like they can smell it on me so I'm also scared I'll spend the rest of my life living with the person I like the least which is me!"
You finally stop when you run out of breath. If you captured her curiosity at the offset, you've clearly earned her attention. She looks almost kind for a second, then apparently thinking better of it smirks and says, "I forgive you. Heh. Minus the rich daddy and being bad with girls and being too scared to fool around with other bois and being snobby, you could have described me." You relax a little and Becca warms up a little more.
She lifts her skirt and your eyes bulge ogling the size of her shaft hidden away in her black silk panties with a set of lips emblazoned on them that makes your lips water wishing for a kiss. She pulls a flask hidden in the band of her fishnet stockings and passes it to you, saying, "Most of your problem is living in your own head all the time. Your fantasies and fears keep getting bigger until they can't measure up to reality. What you need is a little trial run. A little lubricant to loosen you up, a wardrobe change, maybe a little kissing and petting and who knows what else? By the end of the night you will still be able to stay a boi and daddy won't have to know better. Or maybe you will have the courage to be yourself. Either way, it's more fun than babysitting."
You've finished most of her liquid courage by the time she's finished her spiel, and it has you feeling calm and confident enough to take her up on her offer. If it means getting to fool around with this ravishing rocker without risk of infection, then you have to jump at the chance, and fuck looking before you leap. "That sounds like a lot of fun, Becca," you say with a certain note of naughtiness creeping in, "you said something about a wardrobe change?"
"That's more like it! Enough of that scaredy snob poor little rich boi routine. Tonight we're both gonna party like rock stars and rock like porn stars. I always bring a change of clothes in case things get too messy with the Daddies. Follow me. I can't wait to give you a make over. That's some babysitter shit, right?"
You smile dumbly and nod eagerly, willing to agree to almost anything as long as it means seeing more of Becca's good side. You follow behind her, ardently admiring her 'good side' as she sways her hips hypnotically. You feel a giddiness that you can't entirely blame on the booze. What really is getting you buzzed is Becca. Sure she's as scary as she is sexy, and she is the sexiest creature you have ever eyefucked, but the flip side to her fearsomeness is her fearlessness. It's like it's rubbing off on you, and you get all of the thrill and none of the terror in finally exploring your most forbidden fantasies.
"Here. These should fit with some help." Becca pulls her back up clothes out of her backpack and hands them to you. You are so excited that you strip out of your clothes immediately, only realizing how bold you are being when Becca gives you a wolf whistle, "TWEEEET Nice ass! Cute cock too. Not my usual size pref but it looks cute on you. I'll bet it will look even cuter in panties." Her compliments, backhanded though they might be, are like rain on the parched desert of your self confidence. The slightest amount of praise has your self esteem shooting the tiniest of bulbs through the cracked earth and quickly changing into her clothes in hopes of more praise.
The red plaid panties fit like a wet dream, hugging your ass tightly and caressing your rock hard cock. You pull a pair of red fishnets up and over them, marveling at how they frame your legs and unable to resist running your legs up and down them. A short, black pleated skirt that barely covers the top half of your ass leaves you feeling more exposed than when you were just wearing panties and more excited as well. The white lycra tube top fits surprisingly well considering Becca's bust size, but you chalk it down to the miracle of modern elastics. You stumble over to see your reflection in the big screen tv. It is a dark reflection, opaque and dreamlike, but you enjoy it all the more for it. It lends a fuzzy fantasy quality to it, allowing you to see the gurl you could be instead of just a boi playing dress up.
You turn and see Becca eyeing you hungrily. It's a novel experience to say the least to see lust in another living person's eyes and know it's for you. You feel bashful yet bawdy, coquettishly cooing, "So you said something about a little kissing and petting? Maybe we coulMMPH MMM SHLLP" Your little indecent innocent act gets its desired result before you can even finish your sentence as the hardcore harlot scoops you up in her arms, spins you around, and kisses you hard and hungry. You can't believe this is happening, it's so sordid and surreal and shameful and sensual and steamy and sapphic and sublime, and your tongue continues to trace 'S's around Becca's tongue as her soft beestung lips crush stingingly hard against yours. Her snakebite piercings dig deliciously into your supple lips and her tongue piercing tickles the roof of your mouth, pleasure and pain entwined almost as tightly as you are.
One of the things that always excited you about watching bimbois kiss is that like girls they seemed to experience it as an end unto itself and not just a way to prime the motor like guys seem to. You would watch them kiss for what seemed like hours, blazed and boned with your tongue lolling and dreaming it was you kissing the sexy sluts. When you'd get especially gooned, you'd imagine you were one of the sexy sluts getting kissed. Now that you are, it's even more all consuming and erotic than you ever could have imagined. You can taste your tongue on her lips, sucking the sweet nectar of fleshy fruits and feeding her the taste of her luscious lips as your glossal organ glides against hers. You kiss sloppily, unabashedly, whole heartedly and see sawing from slow and serene to almost painfully passionate as the minutes melt away and time slows to a syrupy sweet crawl.
Your hungry hands and longing limbs join your tongues in their exploration. Becca kneads wet whimpers from your doughy cheeks and you stroke and squeeze her enormous E Cups, feeling her nipples so swollen and succulent on your palms as you milk moans from her tantalizing tits. Your legs slide against hers, wrapping around her to hold her tight as if you were in any danger of being separated with your bodies grinding and gliding against each other as they slip and smack sweatily. You have never felt so compellingly constrained and yet so fearlessly free. Everything is happening so fast, even as time seems to stand still and your make out session goes from minutes to the hour mark. You never thought you could feel so sexy, so pretty, so shamelessly eager and yet so tremblingly timid. These seeming contradictions would be impossible to reconcile if you tried to reason them out, but there's nothing reasonable about anything that is happening, and somehow it is the only thing that seems to make sense in the moment.
But all moments must end, even the most magical ones. Becca breaks the kiss, a single strand of your shared spit still connecting your lips as she sighs, "Oh my Goooooood! I didn't think I was going to have this much fun tonight. I don't want to pressure you, though from the way you were sucking on my tongue harder every time I dug my nails into your flesh, I think you might like a little bullying. Either way, whether you join in or not, I am gonna have to cum soon or I'll lose control. We have enough condoms to fuck an army so you can satisfy every curiosity you ever had and still stay a boi afterwards. The only question is, do you still want to play?"
[["Is that even a question?"->is that even question]]<img src="https://i.ibb.co/vYD969D/The-Bimbug.png">
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P.S. If anyone experienced with Twine wants to give me advice, it would definitely be appreciated.You absolutely have to play with the pretty, pulsing prick that's been rubbing up against yours as you made out with your bewitching bimboi babysitter. You sink to your knees, and not seeing any point in being shy, you nuzzle her nuts with your flushed face and plant soft, sucking kisses on her smooth sack. You coo between kisses, "Mmm your SLURP balls taste so SHLLP...and your SMACK cock is so..." you kiss your way up her sizable shaft, licking and kissing and loving the taste sizzling on your tongue and the sweet musky smell filling your nostrils and feeling the hot, hard muscle underneath her silky soft skin. By the time you reach her rosy red cockhead, you can tell she's ready to blow.
You feel so powerful down here. She is practically on the verge of tears, and you are the only one who can help her. Sure, she could bend you up like a pretzel and fuck any hole she wants, and you have to admit that thought does make teasing her that much more thrilling, but you suspect your smaller size and submissive nature are actually working in your favor. You are just too damn cute for her to really let loose on you. You blow a kiss on her cockhead and watch her writhe as she struggles to suppress the building fountain of bliss bubbling up inside her. Becca groans, "Damn! I should have known a cute boi like you would be a coquette tease!"
Feeling a rush of guilty, giddy glee, you scurry over to her purse and dig out a huge sleeve of condoms. You notice a treasure trove of paddles and handcuffs and other odd assorted torture devices in her purse and wonder if she would have used them on you if you were a bad boi. Then, you wonder if she will use them on you if you are a good gurl, but for the moment there is only one toy you want to play with. You scramble back over, your horniness overriding your temptation to tease Becca further, and begin fumbling with the condom until you finally slide it all the way down her throbbing, thick prick. You press your plump lips to her pretty cockhead and ask, "Can I please suck the cum out of your cock?"
Becca answers with a low moan, as you are already making out with her meaty member. Your tongue rolls around it as eagerly as it did in her mouth, eagerly trying to taste her but stymied by the latex barrier. You suck deep and hard and almost imagine you can taste her sweet, salty flavor beneath it, but for now you're willing to forgo the taste to enjoy the safety of sucking her off and watching her pierced brow furrow and as she bites her beestung lips as she loses herself to the lust and longing for release. Finally, it's too much for her, her cheeks flush fetchingly and she looks positively radiant as she fills her rubber reservoir almost to the breaking point. Becca cries out, "FufuffuuuufffFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!" and her body ripples ravishingly as her hips buck slightly before she pulls out and collapses back on the couch.
You slide beside her, your leg tingling as it touches hers, blushing as you feel her head lay on your shoulder. You find it a little odd to be so flustered by such slight contact after you finished sucking her cock, but you don't question it. If anything, the intimacy means more now after she's gotten her relief than when she was still hungry. Your own cock is still drooling and dying for release, and you feel a conflict between your contented cuddling and your pent up passion that you find oddly endearing. You aren't in any hurry. You have all night, and something tells you it won't be hard to talk Becca into letting you stay up late.
"Whew. I normally can't cum from just oral with a condom, but you just looked so cute and trying so hard that I wanted to give you a gold star sticker." Becca lifts her head and plants a chaste kiss on your head that somehow still sizzles on your skin. She puts her arm around you and holds you close, and your head finds its way on the nook of her neck, like it was made for her. You wouldn't have expected the tough as nails, pierced punk to have such a soft side, but you certainly aren't complaining. You could happily stay cozied up for hours, and with the load she just unleashed, you suspect you might just have to.
"So, no rush or anything if you need a breather, cutie, but I'm ready for more fun if you are." You look at Becca astonished, then glance down at her cock and see it standing at attention, ready to report for duty. Any doubts you had about the veracity of reports of bimboi virility are eradicated as you watch Becca tie up her used condom like a cream filled water balloon and quickly place another on her precum leaking prick. You could have snuggled for hours, but now that meat is back on the menu, you waste no time in straddling her lap and rubbing her lube slicked rubber cock between your chubby cheeks.
You feel a sudden shyness considering you are currently hotdogging your babysitter while wearing her lewd lingerie, but you still struggle to stammer out, "Uhm...do you think you could...you know while we're uhm...you know...could you call me Amy?" The look on Becca's face makes you melt. You expect at least a spark of sarcasm or a crumb of condescension over how hard it is for you to ask for her to call you by a different name while she rails your ass, but what you see instead is wide open warmth, understanding, and above all...recognition.
Becca RIIIIPS your stockings and pulls your panties to the side and rubs her rubber clad cockhead against your virgin hole and says almost solemnly, "I'm going to fuck your brains out now, Amy." It sounds like Shakespeare tripping off her lips, and as soon as you hear it you swoon and smash your mouth against hers, back to kissing like the world is ending. In a way, you suppose it is. Her prick is pushing past your virgin pucker, stretching you painfully and forever eradicating the old closeted celibate child that was too scared to admit what they were really were afraid of, which was that this is the moment you have been dreaming of more than dreading.
It hurts a lot more than you imagined, even with your explorations with your fingers and toothbrushes, cucumbers and other odd assortment of faux phalluses that would always end up discarded in a purge only to return when you caved into the next craving, but it also feels even better than you ever dared dream. Even with the condom, you can feel the heat of her massive muscle flexing inside you as you sloooowly but surely sink around her shaft. You moan and mewl inside Becca's mouth, and she kisses away the worst of the stinging, searing stretching until you feel your soft cheeks resting on her lovely lap. You realize that this means you have her entire cock inside you, and while it should be obvious, the revelation hits you like an epiphany and you are rocked by the most sublime splendor shooting through your veins and out of your silk sheathed shaft.
"That's my good NNGH girl! Gonna NNF fuck those spurts right OOOH out of you, Amy!" Becca boasts as she starts gently guiding you up and off her pulsing prick before pounding you back down. You toss your head back to let out a baby bird like wail as your body quivers uncontrollably with another massive orgasm. You can't believe this is really happening, that you are getting fucked like a girl and cumming like one too, multiple orgasms and all but with Becca, the impossible seems down right ordinary. You feel her pulse quicken as her veins bulge against the taut, tender tissue of your ass, and you know she is close to unleashing another load which leads you to an even more impossible thought...what if you let her cum inside you?
It sounds insane, probably because it is, but if the evening has elucidated anything, it's that sickness can sometimes be the healthiest alternative. You have enjoyed a taste of your filthiest fantasies and found them sweeter than you ever dared dream. The deepest darkest well is still beckoning for you to dive in head first, but unlike the panties you can peel off or the prick you can pretend you aren't addicted to, being infected is a one way street. Are you ready to take that first step?
[[You aren't just ready. You were BORN ready.->you were born ready]]You don't waste time answering yes that could be spent kissing. You crush Drew's lips with yours and start sliding your cock in and out of her, feeling it struggle to come back to life until you squeeze your hot hole around your butt plug and feel it throbbing and ready to rev full throttle. Drew is as good as his word, yielding his pretty yet powerful body to your touch and letting you take the lead as you lift his legs over his head and his ample, athletic ass in the air so you can pile drive hard and fast down into it.
"Fuck! NNGG Such AAAH a MOAN sexy NNNG slut!" You growl as you grope his suddenly soft breasts, having had them sucked dry of his pent up 'milk'. You drive down hard into him, spurred on by his wet whimpers and less than manly moans as you knead his needy breasts and feed his hungry hole. You rail him for hours. Drunk on desire and dizzy with the heights of your power and the pits of your hedonism. You fuck him in every position, sometimes letting him taste his slutty ass on your shaft between sweltering kisses, sometimes just smacking his feverish, feminine face with your sticky cock. You put him in the bra and panties he gave you to wear and call him your pretty girl as you cum inside him and then you fall into sweet, merciful slumber....
You dream of walking hand and hand in the sun. It's so bright...so warm...you can't even make out where you're going. It doesn't matter. You'd do anywhere with the man on your arm. You don't have to see him to know it's Drew's strong yet soft hand holding yours. It's funny...after all the times you've had him inside you, shared the most depraved experiences...you still get goose bumps everytime he holds your hand in public. Maybe it's because then everyone know's he's yours. This sexy shehunk that could charm Venus out of her clamshell chose you. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in his eyes and you cannot believe how beautiful you look...and how brave...and then the sun shines brighter and you open your eyes and....
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And you are awake. And the sun is not your friend. It stabs at your eyes and rekindles your smoldering fever. It burns away your dream and adds a cruel clarity to your 'studly' fantasy of the night before. Sure, you fucked your friend for hours, but most of that time you were pushing rope and panting, praying for just a little squirt of seed so you could say you came like a man. Yeah, Drew drooled all over your dick, but you only ever got half hard when she pumped your plug in and out of your bimboi pussy. And your big finish? With your tombimboifriend wearing the bra and panties he picked out for you? You only managed the shrimpy spurts you did by wearing a much sluttier thong and stockings set with the skankiest, sheerest baby doll.
You know that because you are still wearing it when you wake up, and Drew is the one spooning you, his sticky shaft still snuggled inside your ass. You don't remember how you ended up with your bestie's cock nestled deep in your ass, but it certainly explains your dreams. You pull off of him precariously, worried you'll wake him and he will offer to help jog your memory of how he ended up inside you and that before long, you'll be begging him to jog you some harder. Luckily, he sleeps like the dead, looking strangely handsome in his flannel and jockstrap which you suppose you probably begged him to wear too. You are tempted to steal a kiss, but fear Drew would wake and punish you for stealing and you'll end up begging him to punish you hard.
Instead you sneakily slip into your sweats and shirt and hoodie Drew gifted you and through a couple more pairs of panties and bras into a bag and slip out the door. Fortunately, you are up at an ungodly hour, so no one witnesses your walk of shame back to your dorm, nor do you have to test your disguise and find out if there is any hope of hiding your huge honkers, hoodie or no. Your luck, such as it is, holds with regards to your racy roomie. She must have eaten out last night, staying over with whatever boi she infuckted so she can clean out their fridge in the morning and feeding them her she sausage for breakfast. You shudder and stiffen as you wonder how long you can keep this from Daisy, and whether you'll end up being her bed and breakfast bottom bimboi bitch.
You really wish you hadn't considered the possibility so explicitly because now you are boned and blushing and working your way up to a quick boil. You don't have time to deal with it before you have to hurry off to class. Your hope is that keep your head down and slump over in the back of class, then no one will notice your little 'growth spurt'. Your lucky streak holds true, if you can consider suffering the most brain draining boner of your life while experiencing hot flashes and cold chills and body aches and hunger pangs in your heated holes lucky. At least no one notices you hunched over, horny and hurting, but then, they never noticed you as a boi. Even if they do sniff you out, what's one shy bimboi more or less on a campus bursting with slutty sissy sex dolls just begging to be played with?
You manage to make it through Anatomy without melting down, but your dick is drooling so dumbly that you've already soaked through your panties and a shameful spot it starting to show through your sweats. You need to take care of this before you end up pinking out again and ending up with another cock in your ass...or worse. The campus, as usual, is crawling with starving sissies, strapping studs and bottled up bois all looking for release. You might be able to find a place to sneak a quick spurt out, assuming you even can spurt without a cock in you anymore. Or you could take up Drew's standing, and swelling, offer to 'help' you out with your cravings. Every surrender will make the next one that much harder to resist, but at least you will be able to sissygasm shamefully in a safe space.
Will you ask Drew for help?
[[Reluctantly, yes->ask drew for help]]Jaime makes the cutest little yelp as she floods your mouth with creamy cum. They were right, it does taste better from the tap. Like some ancient ambrosia too delicious to describe. Daisy loses control at the sight of your cheeks ballooning like a squirrel and sissy spunk dribbling down your chin.
Feeling her girl goo splatter all over your face, sets off your own sissygasm and you coat the covers with your thick load. You moan and purr as you pull off Jaime's joint to swallow Daisy's slimey shaft. Both melt into the sheets as you drain them dry, switching from one, then the other and drinking them down. When you get the very last luscious load from each clithead, you slide across their bodies and share their swirled spurts with them in a hot, hungry kiss triangle. By the time your mouth and face are clean Daisy is raring to go and her rod is raw and rigid.
"Bend over, Mommy, and we'll see just how tough you are when you're the one taking a cock." Daisy is already licking your asshole making it wet and hungry. She wastes no time with further foreplay, sliding her sissy shaft past your cushiony cheeks and plunging balls deep in your sissy cunt. You yelp and shudder and tense every muscle in your body to hold back the massive sissygasm trying to rip out of you. It is almost unendurable anguish, but you have a surprise in store for Daisy that will be even more fun than letter her empty your head and flood it with cum...you hope.
"Oh, so you wanna be a tough mommy, eh? We'll see about thaAAAaaaaAIEEEE!" Daisy apparently forgot the terms of the contest in her zeal to fuck you senseless. The loser gets to make the 'winner' the meat in a fuck sandwich. Jaime has quickly and quietly slipped behind Daisy while she was speechifying and filled her up with one sneaky plunge. When you feel Daisy's dick pushing deeper inside you as a result, you grit your teeth, lunge forward to pull off her cock, and now that's she off balance, slam back onto her sissy clit so she is plunged back onto Jaime's pretty prick.
"MOAN Whu...WHIMPER Wait! I...I'm not OOH readEEEEEE!" Daisy loses control and looses a flood of cum in your thirsty cunt. Again you have to hold the damn with every femmey fiber of your being. The sensations are so much stronger than when you were fucking them. Like you've been rewired to grow a billion new nerve endings supercharged to shoot out throbs of perverse pleasure at the sizzling stretch of your taut, tender cunt. The pulses light you up from the inside out, pinging to every point of your supple skin and comely curves and making every euphoric inch of your beautiful body feel like a throbbing clit...but, you weren't ready to cum yet.
"Fuh fuh FUCK ME! OOOH I feel like a NNNF fleshlight and a MOAN dildo at the same time!" Daisy is helplessly tossed between her overeager sissy 'sister' bucking and spurting away with abandon into Daisy's climaxing cunt, and pounded by your marshmallow soft cheeks with enough force to force her back onto Daisy's next thrust, even as your cunt milks another loving load from her helpless hung sissy clit, swelling and spurting and making you almost melt all over...almost.
You realized something when Daisy 'won' and began to overpower you with pleasure. You don't have to be faster than the bears, the raw, red in tooth and claw, ravenous rapture of a sissygasm that rips through you like a damp cum rag...you just have to be faster than the sissy running next to you. Daisy can't fuck you as hard as she needs to pound a concussion into you if she is cumming too hard to move. You control the power and the pace of both sissies' cumming clits. Using Jaime's mindless thrusts against her to lull her into a rythm she follows without question as your music tames the savage beast. And the best part is, later when Daisy is feeling sore about this, she will take it out on Jaime, because she is the easier target. You can keep playing them against other like two fuck dolls you are playing house with.
"Puh OOH please....losing... MOAN mind...melt... EEE pleaaaase... stop...no WHIMPER more....no...MOOOORE!" Daisy pants and pleads and moans and mewls and spasms and sobs with jagged joy. Satisfied she's learned her lesson, you relax your straining muscles and let your body burst into gushing gouts of sweet sticky sissgasms, every cell exploding with euphoric bliss, your very atoms splitting unleashing a nuclear bliss bomb completely obliterating you...
....
You cum to as your sissy 'daughters' are fighting over who gets the right to lap up the creamy cum flooding your cunt and still drooling out of your girl dick. You manage to moan, "Gurls, gurls, remember...sharing means caring."
They give each other dirty looks, both planning to get the other back the first chance they get. You make a mental note to get a nanny cam for spying on what they get up to when you're on the prowl. You also decide that sissies are so much more fun to play with than studs. All the control and power of being a stud, plus all the fun of getting fucked senseless. The best of both worlds, and your little sissy family is just getting started...
All in all, this truly is the family you never asked for but always needed. All in all, you think to yourself, You couldnt ask for a better place to say...
The End
(Ending 12: Fuckslut Family)
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You recognize an adorable little ginger hiding in the corner of the room wearing a conspicuously inconspicuous hoodie. James is a scrawny, shy shrimp who already has feminine features and a batch of freckles that make him look he is constantly blushing. You watch Daisy work her way through the crowd and wonder why he is bothering to sneak into a Sissies and Studs party. No one would ever confuse him for a potential stud, probably not even James. Maybe he is just hoping to spy on the hard hunks and soft sluts to add to his spank bank. Then again, maybe he is hoping to get turned out and transformed. Either way, you plan to make him your sissy slut and make him a part of your growing harlot harem.
You smile as you see Daisy slide up next to James, practically slinking out of the same slinky black dress she seduced you with. You watch as hands the bashful boi a drink and licks her lips, and you watch as he licks his in response, and so do you. Daisy wastes no time in secreting the confused boi upstairs to a secluded room. He follows her like a little lost lamb, eager to be sacrificed. You don't want Daisy getting any ideas about whose bitch the flame haired fawn is going to be, and you just plain feel like being a bully now that you've got a big club to wield. You wait enough time for Daisy to have him eating out of her palm, oh a generous thirty seconds should do, then you kick the door open and bellow, "What are you doing with my sissy slave, you little boi bitch?!"
James' pants are around his ankles and his throbbing three inch erection is filling Daisy's mouth. She gives you a look of lusty loathing when she hears you call her your sissy slave, but she pulls off James' puny prick before he can explode in her mouth and seal his sissy fate. Good. You don't want him getting off so easy as being sauced up, seduced, and sucked off by a shemale succubus. You decided the moment you saw the look of terror in his eyes that you wanted to be the one to bend him, to break him, and to bimbofy him. He stammers, "I...I'm sorry, ma'am, I...I mean, sir. I mean, I don't know...I didn't know. She came onto me. Can I just go...please?"
You smile. He's pathetic without being pitiful. Daisy crawls over to you and kneels at your feet, hating the power you have over her but eager to see you wield it over someone else. You are so turned on, so twisted up inside. Your nipples are so hard they feel like they are going to cut through the flimsy fabric of your shirt. Your asshole throbs and twitches and cries to be filled. You ignore both and instead focus on your cock, aching and angry and ready to punish a sissy slut's hot holes. You stroke your swollen shaft through your denim shorts and stare at James. He can't meet your eyes, trembling in terror and staring at your beautiful bulge. He licks his lips, and you lick yours.
"So the way I see it, you snuck in here to watch, like a pervy bater boi." You can barely see his blush under his thatch of freckles, but it's there. "Or you wanted to get sissified so you could finally stop fighting the inevitable and enjoy being a beautiful bimboi sucking and fucking happily ever after." This time his blush is unmistakable. "So I'm going to help you out, nice guy that I am. If you suck my cock, and you still don't want to swallow and end up my sissy slave..." there he goes, licking those lips again. "Then I'll let you rubber up and fuck Daisy anytime you want. You'll still stay a loser boi, but you'll have a sissy cocksleeve for a pet."
Daisy shoots you a look of pure hate, but you can also tell by the tent in her dress that the thought of debasing herself so completely has a twisted temptation to it. James is even more conflicted, debating whether it's worth the risk, and maybe if he isn't sure which 'prize' he hopes he wins. Either way, he wordlessly drops to his knees and crawls over to you, still unable to look you in the eyes. He buries his head, hiding beneath his hoodie, but Daisy pulls it back and lifts his head up so you can see his pretty boi features contorted in horny humiliation and ambivalent arousal. You remind yourself to keep an eye on the sadistic, submissive sissy, but in the meantime your eyes are locked on James' deep emerald eyes as they widen and water as he pulls your cock free. "It's so...beau-er big."
"Well don't just look, cutie, touch it. Feel it's warmth in your hand...feel it throb against your palm, feel how bad I want you." He whimpers and follows your every command, eyes burning with lust and terror, his breath short and plump lips parted as he slides his soft, dainty digits up and down your fat fuckstick. He is so cute when he's conflicted, and you can tell he's dying to taste it, dying to kiss it, dying to wrap those luscious lips around it and suck and slobber, but you can't let him off that easy. "Daisy, show this closet case how to really worship a cock."
Daisy gets a gleam of malicious mirth in her eyes as she pushes James away and begins stroking your meat missile with the deft and expertise somewhere between a well practiced prostitute and a seasoned stage magician. And then just like magic, she makes it disappear. Her throat greedily milks your cock, desperate to steal the prize from James, or perhaps to show you she's still stronger than you where it counts. You wonder if she even knows. James is similarly torn between jealousies. Of you, for getting the passionate blowjob he had hoped for, or of Daisy, for giving the sweet sucks he secretly longs for. You want nothing more than to explode down the tight, wet hole trying to suck the cum straight out of your balls, but you NEED to show both of these sissies that you are stronger than them. Or maybe, you need to prove it to yourself.
Either way you push Daisy off your dick and drink in her frustrated lust and furious rage like a fine wine. Feeling almost drunk, you motion for James to come over and finally earn his prize. He happily accepts, his earlier hesitancy obliterated by his current hunger. He grabs your pulsing prick with both hands, rubbing it all over his face and plant wet kisses up the sensitive skin of your shaft. He gives an almost chaste, loving kiss on your cockhead and then a longer, lustier french kiss and then swallows your mushroom head and begins needily nursing.
You feel the floodgates ready to burst, but he isn't broken yet, just bent. You have to hold out until he is so turned out that the infection will be an afterthought to his true hunger. Can you resist the irresistible? Or will you explode all over his freckles?
Will you be able to hold out?
[[You paint his freckles with your seed.->paint him]]
[[You make him take your whole cock->take cock]]You cum so hard you can feel it in your fingernails and you realize a few truths immediately after. You are a gorgeous gurl and you never want to go back to being a boring boi. You are absolutely going to live the rest of your life enjoying your beautiful bimboi body. And you can not let your dad find out about this until you have secured a safe place to stay, a steady income, and a wardrobe that doesn't fit inside Becca's bag.
You pull off of Becca's pretty prick and quickly rush to the restroom to dispose of the 'DNA evidence' and clean yourself up. You return to the livingroom and make Becca swear on her piercings not to tell your dad about your transformation. You slip out of Becca's outfit and put on some boi clothes, but the itch is interminable. You rip them off panicking, "What the fuck, Becca?! If I can't wear a boi disguise how am I supposed to hide this from my dickhead dad?!"
You are shaking as Becca comes over and pulls you close. With your head surrounded by her comforting cushions you manage to stop hyperventilating long enough to hear, "Don't worry, Amy. It's just a topical reaction. You can hide girl stuff under the boi clothes and it will go away and no one will be the wiser. I've got some more back up undies in my car. I'll lend you enough to get you through the week and text you all the bimboi friendly laundries and lingerie shops nearby. A hefty hoody and loose pants and your dad won't notice a thing."
Becca bolts outside leaving you to nervously fidget and figure out your next move. Obviously, you can't hide this forever...or can you? You try to remember the last time you have spent more than five minutes in the presence of your father in the last year. You spend all your time holed up in your room and half of what you wear is hoodies. All you have to do is keep your head down and find an outlet for your cravings between 'feedings'. You feel a scintillating shiver run down your spine as you imagine being a secret slut right under his nose. It's the ultimate thrill, having your cock and eating it too. By the time Becca returns with your new silky stash, you are blushing and boned and biting your bottom lip to resist begging for another hard pounding.
"Here you go, Amy. We should find a safe place to stash these. Def not under your bed or in your drawers. I recommend a vacuum sealed bag buried under your dirty clothes. Garnish with a few cum filled socks and dad is guaranteed to leave them alone." Becca gives you a sad, knowing smile and you get the impression she has had to practice what she preaches. You slip into a proffered pair of pink panties and your skin thankfully doesn't itch when you pull a pair of pajama pants over them. Similarly, your skin doesn't sting after placing your perky puppies in a sheer bra and sliding a shirt and heavy hoodie over it.
You check yourself out using your phone's camera and you think you could still pass as a boi if no one looks too closely. 'Luckily' for you, no one has looked closely at you for years. You smile slyly, imagining all the trouble you could get into and then slip back into the crowd unnoticed and untouchable. All this imagining has your body going into overdrive, your skin shivers with cold sweats and flushes with a fiery fever. You feel so achingly empty, and what better time to practice getting away with your sissy secret than the present? You turn to Becca and say in your best faux baritone, "Hey, bitch, you wanna come up to my room and fool around?"
Before you know it, you are upstairs with Becca's hands mauling your tender titties and fat cock filling your ass. You watch your rapturous reflection in the full length mirror with your pants pulled down just far enough to fuck you and tantalizing glimpses of your breasts as Becca's hungry hands slide under your hoodie. You've only been a secret sissy for a short time, but you already get a giddy, guilty thrill from 'crossdressing' as a boi. It's so perverse pretending to be what you told yourself you were for years only with a silky secret giving away the real you to those fortunate enough to earn a peek.
You feel your bimboi cunt clench and quiver uncontrollably as climax after climax is pounded into you and spurt after spurt coats the mirror making you look like a cum covered closet case. It turns out it's a good look for you. So much so that you can't resist pulling off the punk's pistoning prick to start sucking her wildly, all the while watching yourself out of the corner of your eye. Her cock tastes so much better with your new tainted tastebuds, and the 'loss' of your gag reflex is amply compensated for by adding a guhgillion new nerve endings that are almost as sensitive as your cunt. Your feel your throat cumming before Becca does, and you don't slow down slamming your face onto her fuckstick until long after she explodes down your hungry hole.
You finally feel like you can breathe again. You feel a full body glow that lasts long after you change into a oversized sleep shirt and slip under the covers. You are a little disappointed that Becca doesn't kiss you goodnight, but you strongly suspect that if she did, neither of you would get sleep tonite. Instead, you slip peacefully into slumber, feeling safe and secure and somehow sure your secret will stay safe even after your dad gets home.
And yet, your dad is [[oblivious as usual.->oblivious as usual]]You don't need anymore convincing. You tilt your head up and lunge for Drew's lips, catching them with yours. You were right about the kiss, it feels gayer and girlier and giddier and gushier than a dozen dicks in each entrance. It also feels right. You aren't sure if this makes you gay or a girl or something in between, but you know it makes you Drew's, and right now that's all you care to be. Your suddenly more than just a friend french kisses you hard and hungry and you say everything that needs to be said as you stumble out of the shower, sharing tongues and a towel and feeling wetter and dirtier than ever as he drys you off.
Drew walks you backwards back to his dorm, refusing to let you go. You feel like you are going to trip and reflexively leap up and wrap your lithe legs around his tapered waist, trusting he will catch you in his soft, supple, yet somehow still strong hands. Drew doesn't disappoint, carrying you effortlessly even as your heavy H-cups rub against his delightful D's. You suck face and swap spit and swoon as he sets you down softly on the sofa, still straddling him and slurping on his tongue and luscious lips like a melting ice cream cone.
You break the kiss, feeling bashful yet bold, bravely baby talking, "Oh Daddy Drew! You LICK kiss so SHLLP so SMOOCH so SUCK sweet! If you keep this up, I might not MMPH mind being LAP your SLURP sissy girlfriend." You continue suckling on his lips and nursing his tongue like a newborn bimbaby. You can't believe what you are saying, or you wouldn't, if it wasn't coming from the really REAL you deep inside. It's amazing what a kiss can do. All the walls you built up over the years, all the lies you told yourself until your denial became your infernal internal monologue. Even getting fucked and turned out...like literally inside out into the cute, cock craving cutie with cartoonish proportions and personality wasn't enough for you to see the light. One kiss, with your eyes closed no less, and you finally saw the truth.
Drew is a devout convert too, worshiping your warm, wet lips and tasty tongue and preying on your pristine temple of flushed, feminine flesh with his unholy, hot hands. He breaks the kiss almost mournfully, moaning between smacks and sucks as if he'd suffocate without them, "Oh God! I fucking LICK love you! I wanted you even before I SHLLP turned! When I was plowing that SMACK sissy, I was fantasizing KISS it was you! That's why I MMPH turned, I think. I saw this you deep inside, but I never SMOOCH realized she'd be this beautiful. Please go out with MMM me! I promise I'll do anything to make you happy. I'll fuck you so SUCK hard you can't walk and then carry you to bed. I'll buy you all the clothes SLURP you could ever want, as slutty or SHLLP subtle as you like, because I'll be ripping them off you soon enough AAH anyway. If you want, I will WHIMPER share you, knowing how your beautiful body can crave more than one MMPH man can give, because no one will have your heart but me. I..."
You answer Drew with a soul sucking kiss, spelling Y-E-S over and over with your tongue and melting into him as you grind your girly goodness against him. Your mouth muscles shake on it as he slides his meaty muscle back between your cheeks. This time you don't wait for him to make the move. You pull his pretty prick into your puckering pussy and begin sliding down his shaft slowly. You feel his muscles tense under his silky skin like steel cables swaddled in velvet, but he lets you continue with your gruelingly gentle grinding. Feeling his power, knowing he could snap you into broken pieces and fuck the pile, you quiver and tremble and melt, sliding down his cock and slipping back up in a slow spiral without ever breaking the kiss, daring him to break you.
Drew doesn't...instead he uses all of his superior strength and punishing power to hold himself back, allowing you to ride him in a far more ravishingly romantic fashion. You can feel the taut tension in his hands as he gently, but not too gently squeezes your creamy curves. You can feel the pounding pulse in his pole as you churn your cunt until you turn into butter. You keep your moist maw sucking softly on your gentle giant while kissing him HARD enough to hurt. It's almost sadomasochistic in how slow you stoke the embers begging to burst into flames, but it just feels so romantic to kiss by the glow of your own fire light that you hate to rush it.
Hours pass as you explore every inch of each other's bodies and ever millimeter of each other's mouths. You finally get so feverish that you break your kiss to beg, "Please be a good boifriend like this every dreamy day. You've gotta call me, Brandi from now on, but I'll also answer to cutie and darling and angel and sugar dumplin' and almost any other sweet name when I'm feeling nice." You bite his bottom lip, sucking up his blossom of blood. "And when I'm feeling naughty I can call you Daddy and you can call me fuckslut or sissy or bitch and fuck me so hard I break into pieces...cuz I know my big strong Daddy can put me back together again."
Drew answers you by pulling you into a kiss so deep it's like he's literally tongue fucking your throat and starts pulling you up and down on his cock like a cute little cocksleeve. What makes it special is even with all your baiting, he still isn't angry fucking you or being mean. If any thing he's fucking you nice and HARD. Sure he's tonguing the spurt spot in your throat and jackhammering your cunt so hard that you can feel your teeth rattle and your eyes lashes cum, but he's also stroking your hair softy and moaning the most melodic muffled melody to serenade you. It doesn't take long at this rate for both of you to erupt in a euphoric explosion of ecstasy. Your climaxes cum so constantly that they crash together in a pure pleasure pile up.
You eventually stop kissing long enough to collapse in Drew's arms and lie your head in his bosom. He caresses you gently and you coo contendedly, "So now that we got the romantic stuff out the way for the evening, wanna get high, dress me up, and play Strip Mortal Kombat and then whoever wins we still fuck all night?" Drew is beaming and nodding and you are both thinking how lucky you are to have the perfect bimboifriend. It's going to be a great night...the first of many you hope. You don't know if you are ready to think as far in the future as what next morning will bring, but you feel so safe in Drew's arms that you know whatever harsh reality the morning light brings, the man of your dreams is going to make sure your night ends falling asleep in his arms.
But not before you fuck a hell of a lot more.
You dont believe in fairy tales, but this, this might just be your...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 10: Daddy Drew)
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You moan needily and whimper, "Okay, but please don't tell anyone. And hurry up." No sooner do the words stumble off your supple lips than Pixie is in your lap, biting the band or your pants and peeling them off your pulsing prick. Before you can say 'thank you kindly', the pink haired punk has her plump, pierced lips around your suffering, swollen shaft and her soft, studded tongue is swirling around your cock head.
She wastes no time with romance and slides down your cock until she has swallowed your entire cock and is milking you with her throat. She is making the sexiest little grunts and gurgles, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say she was enjoying this more than you. You wonder how sucking a sweaty cock could possibly get her so worked up, and you feel a curious tickle in the back of your throat that you try to ignore entirely. Instead you focus on the imminent eruption of your engorged erection.
Any...second...now..."What in the Holy Fuck do you sissies think you're doing?! You know better than to do that out where everyone can see you!" The grumbly guard pulls Pixie off your prick right before you get some relief, leaving you aching, ashamed, and anguishingly aroused. He grabs your arm and you yelp helplessly as he drags you down the hall. "No point in getting you checked out now. Anyone can see you both got a case of acute Bimbug Nimphitis. Stupid sissies can't even wait a few minutes to start sucking each others clits."
You try to plead your case, but he is yanking you so hard that all that comes out is pathetic whimpers and yelps. Your cock leaving behind a tale tell trail of precum certainly doesn't help your case. You decide to keep your mouth shut for the time being and hope he takes pity on you. After all, it's your first day as a bimboi and you don't know the first thing about your body's unnatural urges or what passes for acceptable amongst criminal cuties.
After what seems like miles of the same corridors and cells full of pent up penetentiary residents describing in graphic, sometimes gory detail about what they want to do to you, you arrive scared and stiff at a dark hallway lined with windowless steel doors. "Here's your new home for the next thirty days. Maybe you can work your sick little urges out of your system by then."
He opens the door and pushes you into the darkness inside.
What awaits you inside is...
[[30 days in the (glory) hole!->30 days in the glory hole]]You don't want to end up owing Sugar, or anyone for that matter, anything they could use to get their hooks in you later, but on the other hand, it's hard to watch your back when you're so boned you can't see straight. "Just so we're clear. You are offering to get me off, no strings attached. You aren't going to expect me to return the favor right?"
Sugar gives you a look of mock surprise, "What a revoltin' accusation!" She smiles knowingly like you caught her out, "But sure, just to be clear, you won't owe me anything...this time." The clarification at the end makes you glad you were wary in the first place, but you are satisfied for now that you can get some relief without ending up under the switchy sissy's thumb.
You pull your pants down to free your painfully hard cock. "Well since you are offering a little Sugar, it's only neighborly of me to accept." Your raunchy roomie smiles as your little pun and licks her lips at your not so little member. She locks eyes with you and you see hunger, excitement, and a playfulness in them, but oddly no sign of embarrassment or submissiveness. Even as she sinks to her well padded knees she has an air of control about her.
You can't fathom how she can be so confident, even cocky, when she is about to suck your cock. Then again, you are less concerned about the contradictions of sexual politics and more worried about the growing pressure in your body, and how it emphasizes the itchy ache deep inside your ass. You worry that if you don't cum soon, you might be desperate enough to seek out relief from something more in line with Nurse Honey's probing practices. You keep your reservations to yourself and breathe a sigh of relief as you feel Sugar's sweet lips slide around your steel hard rod.
"Sugar, that feels so...MOAN," you clasp your hand to your mouth as a decidedly high pitched wail of pleasure escapes your lips. You try to think manly thoughts, reminding yourself that you are still staring down at a stunning sissy swallowing your shaft. Of course, you have to look past your heaving breast and painfully hard nipples poking against your top. You try to ignore the toothache sweet stinging in your swollen nipples and the longing void in your ass and focus solely in the insanely intense pleasure of Sugar's hot, tight tunnel milking your prick.
You manage to maintain control of yourself, letting out a few guttural grunts for good measure. Then Sugar slides a hand up your shirt and snakes it up your stomach to tease and toy and titillate your stupifyingly sensitive breasts. You are melting in her mouth and her hands. She is on her knees, sucking your cock like a good little subby sissy slut, but you are the one moaning like a bitch and heat and writhing against her hand. You just want to cum and clear your head, but she keeps throwing you off. She brings you to the cusp of climax, then slows her pace so you are left panting and whimpering like a puppy. She has your body so hot that your mind boils and you feel pliable like wet clay. You know you need to do something, but it feels to good to stop, and you feel so feverish and foggy that you can't think of a way to gain control.
Sugar pulls off your prick for an unendurable second and smirks up at you. "I noticed SHLPP by the SUCK slight sway SLURP to your walk KISS that you visited Nurse SHHLP Honey on your way SMOOCH here." Sugar teases you between sucks as she slides her free hand down the back of your pants. "Did she SLURP show you where SUCK your spurt SHLLP spot was?" She seems to know the answer to her question as her finger slides between your plump cheeks and presses perilously against your puckered hole.
Can you stop her from reaching your spurt spot? Do you even want to? Can you regain control? Did you even have it in the first place? Everything depends on the next moment, as...
[[Sugar finds your spurt spot->sugar finds your spurt spot]]Why should those silly sluts have all the fun? And besides, it's your cum, so it's not technically gay...and it's girl goo, so that makes it even better. You scoop a tiny dribble from your leg and bring it up to your face. You take a second to admire it on your dainty finger. Maybe it's the countless mind melting orgasms making you feel giddy and carefree, but you have to admit it looks tasty, beautiful even...and it smells even better. It has an intoxicating aroma, at once familiar and new, like some foreign folk dish you smell for the first time that reminds you of your momma's home cooking. You tentatively stick out your tongue and prod the creamy pearl with the tippy top of your tongue.
"Holy forking shirtballs! SLURP Where have you SHLLP been all my LICK life?" Daisy and Jaime break their creamy kiss long enough to see you scooping fistfuls of cum off your thighs and stomach and slurping them down greedily. The taste is indescribably delicious, like gourmet food you eat in a dream, and it makes you feel warm and tingly all over. You wonder why you denied yourself this pure pleasure? Out of pride? You are still a sissy to everyone else no matter how you dress, and if you really, REALLY want to eat cum, but don't out of spite, does that really make you more of a man?
You see your sissy conquests eyeing you hungrily, like maybe you are more prey than predator, but they hold back, remembering the powerful pounding you just gave them. You stand up and walk over to them with confidence, cowing them immediately. "Let's get one thing straight, or at least slightly bent. I can eat as much cum as I want, and you will still be my bitches because I have more willpower than you." They immediately hear the truth in your tone, if not your words. Oddly enough, you do to.
Your servile sissy sluts look up at you expectantly, eagerly awaiting your orders. You let them wait in agonizing antici...pation, there tongues lolling lewdly and their clits drooling. Finally, you magnanimously moan, "All right, sluts. You can kiss your way up my beautiful body and share my superior seed with me. You've earned a reward." They waste no time in kissing and licking and lustily lapping up every last delicious drop of your cum. Your body melts in their mouths and you wonder why you've been denying yourself all the pleasures you're new body can bring you?
They finally reach your mouth and share your lovely load with you in a tongue twirling, lip sucking, hungry kiss. Their soft bodies grind against yours hard and your hands roam all over each other. Hmm, you suppose it could be nice to be all friendly like this more often, instead of having to be such a hard bitch all the time. Then again, a little smack on the ass now and then should keep them in line. Plus they love it when you get all dommy mommy with them.
Even hateful little Daisy is warming up to the softer side of you, she breaks the kiss with a wet, wanting whimper. "So KISS master, since you like SHHLP slurping cum up now, would you like to SUCK taste some fresh from the MOAN source?" The sissies step back and start stroking their swollen shafts. They giggle giddily as they beckon you toward them with the crook of their little finger and the greedy glint in their cum hither eyes.
It's certainly tempting, your holes are hungry to taste hard cocks, and you are finally ready to feed them. Still, you aren't so sure if it's safe to be that friendly with your bimboi bitch's. Maybe you should join the party and hunt up a stud cock instead?
[[Time to play 'house' with your sissy friends->play house]]It feels like a lifetime ago that helping a friend turned into getting femmed up, fucked all night, and yet somehow never filled with cum. You woke up the next morning with your best friend cuddling you, your head pounding, and your ass feeling like you shit out a bowling ball. You pushed Drew away, no longer comfortable with his intimacy now that you couldn't blame loving it on drugs and drink and a disease he never deigned infect you with. You remember trying to do the math in your head when you read on the box that the condoms were 99.99% effective and realized that all things being equal, you could fuck nine hundred ninety nine times before a breakage.
You counted the used rubbers on the floor and found eight. Just nine hundred ninety one to go. Not that you really wanted to find out, or so you told yourself. All you wanted was a hot shower, a long sleep, and to never think of what might have been.You didn't say goodbye to Drew that morning, preferring to pretend it never happened and hoping your craving for condom covered cocks would subside with your hang over. It would be the last time you ever hung out with him, though you didn't know it at the time. If you had, you might have kissed him in his sleep, but if you did that, you might never have left.
Instead you went back to your dorm and found Daisy stumbling out of bed with a pretty goth gurl you didn't recognize. She was either starting early or never stopped from the night before, and she poured a cheap rum cocktail with a splash of coke. As always, she offered it to you, with a conspiratorial smile, only this time you decided to take her up on it. What happened next got lost in the black out, but it apparently involved two bottles of rum, three pizzas, and twelve condoms between Daisy and what you eventually learned was a newborn bimboi.
After that, word spread fast of the closet case cutie with a thing for condoms. Apparently among the most eager of the infection spreaders, affectionately known as Bimbug Betties, the thought of a verified sissy boi that is down for dick is like tossing catnip in a kitty kennel. Of course they all always tried to talk you into raw dogging it and finally taking the plunge, but even at your foggiest, you somehow always stuck to your guns and insisted on protection. It became a kind of kink for them as well, all as eager as you were for the inevitable leakage.
You still insist that you are a straight boi of course. One day you'll finish school, get a job, find a wife and settle down. In the meantime, you're flunking all your classes as you stumble around in a drunken, druggy daze, taking what ever pills or pipe or pint glass offered to you so you can blame them on your inevitable pounding. You certainly don't look much like a straight boi anymore either. Tired of changing clothes everytime a new bimboi wants to see if she has the lucky ticket, you eventually let them dress you up however they want and don't bother to change until the next dommy mommy treats you like their favorite fuck doll.
Months pass, and luckily your newfound friends have done a great job of helping you keep count. If your math is right, tonight should be your thousandth time getting fucked in your throat or ass with a condom clad cock. You are dressed in a scandalously skimpy cheerleader's uniform while Candi, the head of the sissy squad is feeling you up like she was the star quarterback and you were her prom queen. You are relieved she's not one of those romantic sissies that want to 'make love' to you or 'last all night'. No, you need quantity over quality, and from your experience it's bad bitched like Candi that pump and dump and let you get on with your next attempt at an accident.
At this point, you aren't sure what would change if the condom does break. Will you walk around wearing semen stained slutty outfits looking for your next fix? You do that now. It will be nice to be able to really taste their thick meat and creamy cum, but other than that, what will really be different? The bimbois all tell you that the sex is better post infection, so that will be a plus, but it's hard to appreciate when you are already so lost in lust and bombed out by bliss that you out bimbo most bimbois. Maybe the real change will be finally accepting that this is what you wanted all along?
You can feel Candi's pulse race as her prick pulses inside you. You feel the telltale twitch that signals her spurts will soon fill her rubber reservoir. You keep telling yourself it has to be now...it has to break this time...it just has to...or if not, maybe the next thousandth time will be the charm, and that finally, youll be able to reach...
The End
(Ending 4: Condom Cum Slut)
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[[Restart!->continue]]You know the little worm wriggling on the floor before you doesn't possess an atom of the mercy he's begging you for. You know there are a lot of sissies outside that want to fuck him as hard and humiliating as he did to them, but they have Jaqueline and Joan for that. Besides, you want Joe to keep every last scar you leave him, not be cured and offered the purest pleasures of sweet sissy flesh. The studs he stiffed are bellowing for his balls, his head, and his heart, but not necessarily in that order. You want to kill him so bad your dick's hard, but he doesn't deserve to get off that easy. No, you want him to live a rich, wretched life of sorrow and suffering, and you want him to die cursing your name, long after you've forgotten him completely.
"So here are your options, I beat you broken and bloody and so ugly not even your mother could love you, which she probably already doesn't...or I could kill you quick and painless. What do you say?" You watch as Joe's face contorts with torment and terror. You smile sweetly, like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth as he weighs his options. You know his answer before he does. He is terrified of death, all comfortable cowards are, but he is more horrified of what life will bring. It's being ugly that scares him the most. Prison will be Hell, he knows, and being poor will be worse, but being ugly is something he can't imagine the weight of.
"Pleash SOB kuh WHIMPER killsh muh!" You give him a look of motherly affection, probably the first he's ever seen. Then you break the bridge of his nose with your steel toed boot and send his blood spraying all over his overpriced suit. He gasps and gulps, choking on bile and blood as the weight begins pressing down on him. You add another pound or two as you shoot your foot into his eye socket, shattering it and giving him a permanent wink the studs in prison will be sure to love. Then you stomp on his face until it almost matches the ugliness of his soul.
"Sorry, Joey. I shouldn't have lied like that. I would never kill you. You are too much fun to CRACK play SMACK with!" Two more kicks smash his right kneecap and femur, gifting him with a life long limp and an awful ache everytime it rains. "But I tell you what, since you were so kind as to offer me a second chance as an ASSistant sissy slave, I'll do the same for you. You just have to suck my cock. Should feel real nice what with your front teeth busted out."
He looks up at you, pathetically but not pitifully. He crawls on broken bones to unbutton your daisy dukes with feeble fingers and frees your giant gurl girth. He winces as he sticks his tongue past bloody stumps where teeth once were and licks your swollen sissy shaft. It takes every ounce of willpower you have not to flood his throat with your sissy seed. Instead you push him away with your heel and hiss, "I didn't hear you say 'please.' Now I want to hear you beg to become my sissy slave!"
You watch as the last of his pride runs down his leg and forms a putrid puddle on the floor. You listen as his hateful rasps turn to soft sobs and plaintive whimpers. Finally, he manages to moan, "Pleash leh muh shuck id." You know it's cruel, but you can't resist letting him wrap his shredded lips around your spongy sissy clithead and feeling him suck you softly through his tears. As enjoyable as it is, you don't want to risk actually flooding his throat with your femmy fluid. You yank him off your shaft and spit in his mangled meatpile of a face and let him whimper on the floor next to his bimboi business partner.
You ignore him. You're done with him now. You walk past him without looking back and kick open the door to the trailer. Your sissy sausage still hangs free, shining with Joe's blood and spit. You stare out at sissy and stud alike, and not a soul dares to speak. Not until Samantha bobs up past the crowd like a little bunny and shouts out proudly, "That's my motherfucking mommy up there!" The crowds erupts in riotous, righteous applause. You watch as they all look to you...not with disgust, not in lust (well a little in lust, but less than usual), but in pride...in awe.
You hold a fist up in the air and they grow silent. You let them wait a stifling second, knowing how hard it is for slutty sissy and savage stud alike to hold back their urge to shout and suck and fight and fuck. Feeling the power wash over you, and you calm and content and caring in the center, you exhale, "Children, because that is what you are, one and all children. Studs...sissies, both are sides of the same counterfeit coin. There is no strength in cruelty. You see how this monster inside is the weakest of us all. There is no shame in submission. We all can share in pleasure and power and become a ying and yang of bottom and top, with both sharing one of the other, and sex and gender and everything else that makes us spurt falling on a continuum with no right or wrong as long as it is expressed with love. But you have to ask yourselves if you are strong enough to love? Are you humble enough to call yourself a stud? Are you brave enough to call yourself a sissy?"
There is a deafening silence. Then as if crashing the invisible barrier between you, Samantha cries out, "I'm a motherfucking sissy stud! Who is with me?" Every hand gathered is raised into the air as they bellow beautifully and sing soaringly in support...
"YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!"
You look over your army and weigh what you have won today. Your fortune restored and then some, all paid for by your most hated enemy. Your company is back in your hands with a crew that you can build something lasting with...a legacy. You look out over your army and say...
[["Well, it's a start."->well, its a start]]You don't know how many days it has been since you last came...or ate...they haven't fed you since you arrived, and with only your cum to eat, you've never felt so hungry...horny...humiliated...hot.
After what feels like a week, you finally give into the tickle in your throat and the itch inside your ass. At first it's just a prodding poke in the back of your throat. You hesitate, worried you will set off your sensitive gag reflex, but it appears to have vanished along with your pride. In it's place, your tonsils have been given the sensitivity of a nympho's clit rubbed with molly. Before you can say 'yummphy', you've shoved four fingers down your throat and figure why not fold the thumb in and take the whole fist.
Sucking on your wrist, lungs burning to try to send oxygen to cool your bliss boiling brain, you explode estatically all over your wrist and face. You continue to deep throat your arm, sucking your cum off it like a stud's cock, giddy and giggling and glugging in an oxygen deprived stupor until you shoot off a second, smaller sissy spurt. You gasp for air and the cold air fills your lungs slowly but surely bringing you back to your senses. You are still you. Still,{fire 2} Dodger, a straight stud in a sissy's body. You are light headed due to a lack of food or water for at least for days, if not a week. That's the only reason you fellated your fist, and now that you are calm and a little fuller you can plan your next move.
Or you would be if your ass didn't itch so bad. Itch doesn't fully describe it though. More like an ache...or an emptiness. It's like it's an open wound, and you know just how to treat it. You don't even hesitate this time. You slide ever spit-slicked digit up your virgin asshole and don't stop pressing in until you hit your ass tonsils. Your prostate has been turned into an Oh Em Gee spot that pumps out whoremoans and sissytonin with every gentle graze of your feminine fingers. You start pounding it like a speed bag until you 'splode all over your lolling tongue and moaning lips.
You feel finally, fabulously fulfilled. You can finally think straight and figure out your next move. That is, after you beat the shit out of your sissy spot until coughs up more tasty loads and searing analgasms.
By the time you milk yourself dry, you have already slipped into your semen soaked slumber...
[[Day ???????->many many days later]]You wake up hungrier, hornier, and hurtier than ever. You try sucking practically up to your elbow and sliding your other arm so far up your ass you felt like your fingers were about to touch, but still, not a dribble. It has you curled up, bawling like a baby and waiting for the sweet salvation of starvation or dreamy dehydration.
Then, as if the clouds parted, a God ray shines through, landing on eyes too long accustomed to darkness. It blinds you and illuminates the room at the same time. You crawl towards it, squinting with stretched out arms until you reach the slat in the door. You can't believe your luck. They must be finally feeding you. You reach out to grab the proffered meal, and it is warm and wanting, hard and hungry, and much more than a mouthful. You tell yourself the only reason you wrap your lips around the bulbous head is to see what kind of meat it is. You can't quite place the flavor, somehow familiar and forbidden at the same time, so you run your tongue up and down it to get a better taste.
By the time you are 98% sure you are sucking a cock, it's already hit the spurt button in the back of your throat and you are too far gone to care. There is just enough left of your tissue thin masculinity to tell yourself you will get back to thinking straight once you've finished milking your meal from this hunk of man meat, but despite spurting and sissygasming at least three or more times before it finally fills your mouth with stud seed, you can't help but crave more the moment it leaves your lips.
It's not that you're a sissy, mind you. You're still 99% percent straight, give 98% or so. It's just that stud spunk tastes so much better than your watery, whimpery sissy spurts, and a hard cock feels so much sizzlier stretching your throat than your tiny hand. 'Luckily' you do not have to wait for long for a new cock to replace your breakfast in the food slot. You tell yourself you need to catch up on your missed meals before you can think straight. A week or more full of skipped suppers adds up quick. You figure you need to suck at least a dozen or more to play catch up. Then you'll go back to being a mostly straight boi again.
Then again, counting hasn't been your strong suit lately, and immediately after slurping down a second serving of sticky sustenance, you find a third and fourth cock poking through the hole to fill your food slot. You aren't sure whether to count this as a double helping or two meals, so you decide to start over from one, just after you finish these two.
It doesn't help that the lack of oxygen and near constant climaxes have atrophied and cooked your bimboi brain until only your sissy stem is making decisions and it is falling back on its nursing instincts. You are fed and fed and fed like a good baby bitch, until they finally pull the final prick from your plump, pouting lips and leave you to the warm blanket of darkness. You slip away into another dreamless slumber, hoping winter will finally be over when you finish hibernating....
....
And yet, you feel as if you are...
[[Fucked for Life->fucked for life]]You want to put your foot down and but that bratty bimboi in her place. Really you do. Every fiber of your being screams out at you to stop sucking and start spanking her slutty ass. But your body isn't taking any calls from your brain right now. You bob up and down your daughter's dick in a frantic frenzy. You feel her thick clit crush against the spurt button in the back of your throat with every thrust, causing your own prick to swell and squirt and your body to glow all over with bubbling bliss.
"That's a NNGH good slut. Fuck, mommy, I WHIMPER wanted to make this last, but you're MOAN sucking the spurts right out of my GUUUUUH!" Samantha explodes down your throat, shooting thick ropes of sissy spunk straight down your throat. You are so dick dumb that you don't even slow down. You keep bobbing on her cumming clit even as it squirts and spills down your your chin. She finally is forced to push you off her prick, leaving you pouting and panting and licking your lips.
"Jeeze Louise, mom! I know I taste extra yummy but leave some for the next sissy!" You blush as the slutty sissy you were just punishing for being too trampy is lecturing you on being less cock hungry. You try to pull yourself together, but the more you try to get yourself under control, the more mortified you feel. You never doubted your manhood for a moment. You were a man's man, a real hard ass, and straight as an arrow. The disconnect between you thought you were and what you just did is enough to make you crack.
Samantha seems to notice your turmoil, and not surprisingly, she wastes no time in twisting the knife. "Awww, is my big stwong daddy feewin' guilty that he sucked off his sissy son? I can help you, Daddy, do you want me to help you, DADDY?" She speaks in an affected baby doll brat voice and emphasizes your former role with malicious mirth in her voice, all while joining you on the floor and running her hungry hands all over your blushing body. You feel like you could melt in her hands, and you almost wish you would. As horribly humiliating as it is to be treated this way by your own dickgirl daughter, it might be worse having to face the reality of your current situation.
Your body still wants to answer for you, leaning into her hands as they squeeze your insanely sensitive breasts and grinding into her gropes as she kneads your cheeks. When she slips a dainty digit into the crevice of your ample and gently grazes your hot, hungry hole, you hear yourself moan, "Please...OOOH please WHIMPER help MOAN me!" Samantha smiles wickedly at you and you squirm, waiting to discover how she plans to 'help' you.
[[She 'helps' you with a dress up party!->dress up party]]Is it really punishment if the 'victim' loves every masochistic minute of it? Well at least she loves it almost as much as she hates it. Why else would she shamelessly slobber all over the sissy shaft that just raped and ravished her sissy cunt. When you reach over to spank her sissy ass, she only sucks harder. When you grope and spread her ass so that your sissy splooge slides out of her cum and onto your feminine fingers, she just bobs deeper. When you wipe your dripping digits across her face, leaving a trail of shameful slime, she moans louder around your cock.
"That's a good slut." SPANK "If you keep this up, I might even forgive you someday." SMACK THWACK "But until I do, you are going to grab one of those chasity cages I've seen you use on your sissy conquests to keep them faithful." WHACK CRACK SPANK Daisy moans mournfully, but fucks your sissy clit with her throat even more hungrily. You continue, cruelly, "But you never could hold onto them, could you? Because eventually they all find out what I sniffed out in one minute...YOU'RE A FAIL FAG FAKER FAIRY FUCKHOLE!"
Daisy cries out around your girl cock and her clit spurts sissy splooshes without being touched. You love her for being such a shameless subby slut and you remind yourself to punish her for that later. You can't hold back a second longer, flooding her mouth with your creamy, conquering cum. It floods her mouth and the thrill of watching her struggling to swallow your spunk is almost more pleasurable than the physical sensation of pumping pure heavenly heat through every throbbing vein in your body leading down and out your climaxing cock. Once she manages to get every last degrading drop down, she gives you a withering glare and says, "Cabron, you may have beat me...WHIMPER broken me, even. Still, there are a lot of studs out there, and sissies too, just waiting to put a butch bitch like you in your place!"
You could smack her around for her little outburst, but this sick little twist would probably get off on it. Instead, you just smile and pat her head, saying, "That's nice. Now go put on your cage and put on something frilly like a good little girl. Meanwhile, 'mommy' will get dressed for the 'Studs and Sissies' party at Beta Beta Beta Sorority tonight." The look of utter hatred and hellish humiliation makes Daisy's face so fetchingly flushed that you have trouble resisting taking her again right then and there.
But you have a party to go to...a Sissies and Studs only party...and a chance to prove that you are an alpha after all, even if you are a sissy on the outside. Out of the corner of your eye you see Daisy searching for her girliest outfit. You suddenly realize that you haven't the slightest idea what to wear. Something low key to avoid attention and hopefully sneak into the party and catch stray sissies unaware? Or maybe something slutty to get everyone's attention, only to pull the rug out from under them at the last minute. Or maybe something super butch and bad ass to show you don't take shit from anyone?
What to wear, what to wear?
[[Be the badass butch bitch you are!->bad butch]]"Wake up, Nurse Dani. We've got a lot of patients to see today and not a moment to lose." You come to slowly, first noticing your body feels strange and running your hands over it to find a latex nurse's outfit like Nurse Honey's, only somehow even sluttier! The top is cut so low and tight that your puffy nipples peek out the top and your breasts threaten to spill free at the lightest tug. Your 'skirt', if you can call it that, barely covers the top of your bare ass and completely reveals your rubberclad cock.
"I can see my new assistant is confused, so let me explain it in a way I know you'll understand." Nurse Honey cheerfully chirps as she slips behind you and in a matter of seconds has her hands around your breasts, tweaking and teasing your swollen nipples and shoving her dicklette deep inside your sissy cunt. All of the sudden, everything becomes clear. Your outfit is even sluttier than hers because your job is to relieve her pressure, and unburden the loads of any pent up prisoners, be they stud or sissy. The rubber on your cock is to catch the copious cummies leaking from your sissy clit. It soon swells like a water balloon and you don't worry or wonder about anything else other than how much longer Nurse Honey will be able to fuck you brainless.
KNOCK KNOCK "Hope you're respectable in their, Honey. I'm bringing in another prison with a case of testiculus caerulus." The door swings open and Nurse Honey pulls out of you with the grace and speed of gazelle. You turn your back to switch out your overflowing rubber, and still feeling foggy and feverish from your fuck fugue, don't think twice about guzzling down the gooey treat inside. It sets off chemical reactions in your cerebellum, flooding it with sissytonin and endorfuns and making you feel lightheaded and empty as air.
You wonder wistfully why the prisoner hands Nurse Honey a twenty before hopping on the exam table, but you lose your train of thought when Nurse Honey asks you to pull out his cock and release the blockage in his balls. You feel just the slightest twinge of something...it's so hard to describe...is it shame? Regret? Hunger? It's right there on the tip of your tongue, but then it's lost as his cock replaces it. You slather his shaft with your eager tongue and then swallow it greedily with your plump, pink lips. You forget any worries about lingering straightness or dangling dignity. There are more important matters on your hands, namely the convict's heavy balls and spit slicked shaft.
You feel a strange sensation as your throat stretches around his meaty member and you make a number of deliciously disturbing discoveries. One, either your tastebuds have changed due to the bimbug or cock always tasted like Filet Mignon and no one told you. Two, the supersensitive nerves in your sissy cunt seem to have been replicated in your throat, and it feels like you have more nerves bundled and bursting with bliss the deeper you dive down his dick. Third, you no longer have a gag reflex, but you do have another spurt button at the back of your throat. Last but not least, cum tastes even more dreamily creamily delicious fresh from the tap.
You have to be pulled off the stud's cock before you give up that sweet syrup spigot. Finally the stud stumbles free, grinning from ear to ear as you cured his blockage and then some. You smile stupidly, feeling the perverse pride of a job well done and eagerly awaiting your next patient....
[[And you love it->and you love it]]"Just watch! I'll show you! I'll show them aaAaaaaaAaaah!" You feel Dwight swell and throb and explode inside you, unfortunately a long way from getting you to your big finish. The crowd boos as he struggles to stammer excuses, then falls back, moaning and whimpering as the fever hits him. His fair skin looks so fetching as it flushes and shifts into feminine features. His black, of course, tight long sleeve shirt RIPs from his growing globes, leaving them perilously hanging between the tears, not fully free, but looking all the more obscene for it. Like wise his tight pants split from his swelling ass, falling to shreds so only tatters hang loose from his little white belt, like a ragged skirt that reveals more than it covers.
Her hands explore her porcelain skin and newly formed feminine figure. Exploration turns quickly to groping and writhing on the floor, lost to lust and overwhelmed by the weight of her very public failure, the goth gurl snaps and surrenders to the humiliating hunger of her newborn bimboi body.
Daisy smiles, licking her lips as she saunters over. She takes your leash in one hand and strokes the pale princess' face with the other. She pulls you two closer together, until your lips are grazing against each other. Your mouths do the rest on their own, hungrily kissing each other and playing tongue of war in each others mouths, trying to see who can pin the other down.
"Mmm aren't you both two cute? And I think the crowd deserves to see more since lil' Daphne couldn't last more than a few pumps. I guess you gurls will have to wrassle to see who gets to be on top!"
Before you can move, Daphne has moved like greased lightning and is grinding her girl cock against your cum filled ass. You struggle to free yourself, hoping to turn the tables...or are you?
Do you take control?
[[Absolutely not!->no wayy]]You think about fighting back for almost a whole second...well, at least almost one whole forth of a second...give or take a bit. Then you remember how good it feels to get fucked, and how blushy and blissed out you get when debasing yourself for an audience. You arch your ass and sigh...
"Holy shit...you aren't even going to put up a fight, are you, you little puppy slut?" Daphne slides inside you, even bigger and thicker than before. You moan mindlessly drinking in the syrupy sweet scorn of the crowd, booing you for depriving them of a good old fashioned sissy fight. You yelp and yowl as Daphne's pale, powerful prick plunges sissy sack deep in you, your clit spurting another thick rope of girl goo onto the ground. Your tongue lolls lewdly and you pant and pump your ass back onto her sissy stick even as she slooowly pulls out. You feel every sizzling her shaft touches sparks and lights up inside you...leading you towards that big burst you are so close too...
"OHFUCKOHFUCKOHNNNNNGH!" Daphne stops about halfway into her second thrust then spurts and splodes and sprays your cunt with her clit cream. You whimper as she wilts, too wimpy to carry you over the finish line...again. You turn and give her a withering look, but then you see Daisy, pulling her perfect prick out of her short shorts and slipping behind Daphne's alabaster ass.
"Once a two pump chump, always a two pump chump." You hear Daphne sigh with submissive shame as Daisy pushes inside her. "But don't worry, baby, I know how to keep your hard." You feel Daphne's sissy clit swell and stiffen harder and hungrier with every inch your person's prick plunges into her.
"Oh OOH fuck...goddess yes! Make me MOAN hard! Fuck me WHIMPER hard!" The goth girl begs and bucks and blasts inside you, but your person won't let her off that easy. She keeps fucking Daphne which keeps her hard even as she spurts and squirts inside your cunt with every thrust. You are soon overflowing with sissy spunk and everytime your master pounds the porcelain fuck doll, it sends shameful squelching splooge splurting out of your cunt. The crowd goes wild with a mixture of desire and disgust at your depraved display of debauchery.
"Ah ah AWOOOOOOOOOOO!" You lift your head into the air and howl as you finally cross the finish line and explode in a euphoric eruption that makes every inch of you spasm in sheer delight. The biggestest bestest orgasm you've felt wracks your body and boils your brain in bubbly bliss. And your owner just keeps fucking the spooky sissy deeper and deeper inside you, until you feel the even more biggestest bestiests sissygasm splode inside you...and another...and another...until your brain shuts off and your body goes on autopilot....
....
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By the time Daisy has finished with her two pretty little pets, the crowd has thinned out, overwhelmed and alarmed at the depths of Daisy's depravity, Daphne's degeneracy, and your yearning for more. You are left to clean the cum off the ivory flesh of your sissy friend, while she guzzles her girl goo from your freshly fucked cunt. You end up sharing your sticky spit with each other, kissing and sucking and slurping every last dreamy drop. You hear scattered applause from those devoted and deviant enough to stay for the end of the performance.
You see your owner place a leash around Daphne's neck, with a whimper she nods and accepts her fate. You crawl behind Daphne as she crawls back to the dorms, her two new bitches following close behind her, wagging their tails...
[[Epilogue...->pampered pet]]You wake from a particularly pleasant dream where you are being stuffed by spurting shaft from both ends with dozens surrounding you and spraying fountains of creamy cum all over your sizzling skin. You rub your eyes and stretch, and are surprised that you don't wake up sore after the pounding you got last night. For a second you worry that it was all a warped wet dream, but you look down and see you still have your beautiful B cups and swollen seven inches. You look at the mirror and lick your lips, already imagining the show you could put on for your adoring audience of one.
"Aaron! Hurry up! You are going to be late for school!" You hear your father yell through the door and scramble to get ready. You slip out of your stained sleepwear and hide your sticky stash. You rush and rummage pulling out the first things you can find: a mesh see through thong and a pretty red bra with white lace ruffles on the cups. You practically jump into some mostly clean sweats that more or less hides your achingly hard cock and ample ass and a black hoodie that covers your tender tits. You wish you had time to relieve some pressure, but you don't want dad to get suspicious.
You mumble your usual intelligible greeting to your dad and he keeps going about getting ready for work. Your mind races to find answers to questions he never asks, and you almost wish it wasn't so easy to slip under the radar. You definitely don't want to risk losing free room and board, but it takes some of the fun in hiding a sneaky sissy secret if the only reason you get away with it is because no one cares enough to find out.
Still, you have more pressing concerns, like finishing senior year without getting outed, and hopefully finding enough people you can trust on the down low to treat your 'symptoms' safely and discretely. You hear your dad shut the front door behind him, so you are at least out of the woods for now. You check the hallway table and your car keys are in the candy dish, so you suppose Becca gave him a good enough report to get driving privileges reinstated. Remembering your bimboi babysitter, you check your phone and sure enough she sent you a text reading, 'Hey, slut. I told your dad you stayed up in your room all night so you're secret is safe with me. If you ever want to make some extra cash in the Bimbabysitters Club, give me a call. You'll be a hit with the all the daddies.'
You are strongly considering it when you get another text, this time from your friend, Elliot. 'Hey, can you give me a ride to school? I'm tired of riding the bus with all those bullies and bimbois.' You smile as you imagine poor, puny Elliot pinned down and pounded until he blossoms into a beautiful bimboi, then you shake your head until you force the filthy fantasy out of your head. If anything, he's even more timid than you, and while you don't want to be the kind of friend that turns your back on a bestie, you wonder if you will be able to resist sharing your sissy secret with him. You don't see how you can turn him down with out burning a bridge, so you text back, 'On my way ♡!' and curse yourself for hitting send before you can delete the embarrassing emoji.
You wonder on the way to Elliot's if he will suspect anything, but tell yourself you can explain away a harmless heart and a new preference for hoodies. You pull up to his house and blare on the horn, and your buddy bolts out, apparently as eager as you to be anywhere but home. You try to act natural as he slides in beside you and says, "Hey, Aaron, how was your birthday?"
You try not laugh as you imagine how he'd take the real answer, 'Great, dude! I got a PS5 and bimboified!' Instead you try to lower your voice just enough to sound normal enough to mumble, "Nuthin' special." and you peel out so fast he doesn't have time to elaborate. It seems to do the trick, Elliot is too worried about dying in a fiery hunk of twisted metal to ask anymore questions or look too closely under your hood.
You pull into the school parking lot with a squeal of your breaks and a sudden lurch that has Elliot's head spinning. You smile, just a little smugly, at how easy it was to fool him. If you can fool your best friend, who's to say you can't fool everyone? You feel a spring in your step as you hop out of your car and Elliot stumbles out behind you. Your confidence comes crashing down when Elliot leans in and whispers, "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."
A feather could knock you flat. A chill of fear runs down your spine as you get clocked immediately after thinking you were being so clever. Strangely, the icy pall of fear is tempered by an entirely inappropriate flush. Apparently you've gained a new 'F' to your fight or flight intinct, as your body is telling you the best way to deal with uncertainty is to say 'fuck it' and then literally follow through. Elliot sees the despair written on your face, but hopefully not the desire. He adds, "Hey, don't worry! If I didn't know you so well, I never would have noticed a change. I think it suits you and I'll help in anyway I can. You know I never need much of an excuse to ditch class, so if you want to go somewhere to talk about it, you know I'm down."
You feel more or less reassured, and consider his offer to lend a hand. Right now there are a lot of places you could desperately use a helping, hungry hand with. You wonder if your sweet, shy friend knows what he's getting himself into? You can't help but notice how cute he looks with that earnest expression on his fetchingly flushed face. You spent so long in denial, you never realized, or maybe just never admitted to yourself, that Elliot is a very pretty boi. You don't know if he's really ready for the kind of problems you could bring his way, but if he is, it would be nice to have a friend help you through this.
[[You suppose skipping school wouldn't be too bad.->you suppose skipping school wouldnt be too bad]]You watch as warm glow of the setting sun kisses Ella's skin and realize that you can't risk losing her by giving anything less than all you have. Sure, it's terrifying, but with your bestie looking so hopefully at you with those deep brown eyes, you decide you want to be the person she sees in them. You reach out an immeasurable chasm to grasp her hand in yours and say, "Of course you can stay with me...wherever that ends up being. First, I just have to tell my dickhole dad that I'm a girl now and I love it."
Ella squeezes your hand tighter and looks so rosy cheeked and resolute that you get a contact high self confidence. You dial up your dad, who immediately asks why you cut school today, and you answer honestly. "Well, dad, last night I sucked the bimbaby sitter's club and became a bimboi named, Amy, but honestly I've always been Amy. I didn't know if you'd kick me out when you found out, so I kept it a secret. Then my best friend clocked me as a secret bimboi like right away, and we decided to go to Dinoverse and swap spit instead of get high and spit out of King Rex's mouth like we normally do, and one thing led to another and now Ella's a bimboi too and I think she should crash with me until she figures things out with her family. I'd rather that be at my house, where in theory at least, I'm loved, protected, and supported, but I'd rather spend the night under an overpass with her than one more in a comfy bed in the closet."
Ella's jaw just about touches the floor. You have to say, you didn't exactly see it coming either. To this point your whole relationship with your father worked under the unspoken agreement that he buys you whatever you want in exhange for the privilege of being an emotionless prison guard that gets to badger and belittle you for your lack of ambition. You actually started to believe it yourself. You thought you were lazy because everything seemed so hopeless and draining you couldn't find the energy to try. You bought the lie that you were a coward, just because you are scared all the time as opposed to having a proportional, even predictable reaction to bullying and trauma. You see now that you just needed support to be strong, back up to be brave, and some small sliver of hope to be hopeful.
Hope is dangerous. Hope can get your jaw broken and the locks changed. Hope can get you killed. Hope isn't fair and it isn't kind and it doesn't care about you. On the other hand, if you can survive long enough to benefit from it, sometimes hope can be rewarded in remarkable ways. "I...I wish I had said something sooner, but I would rather you be happy and safe than fit in whatever box I imagined for you. I don't blame you for being angry...for not trusting me. We need to talk...I need to talk more openly. I hope we can. I...love you. Please come home...Amy, and bring Ella...but she has to sleep in the guest room."
You laugh a little at the extremely dad rule tacked on at the end, but also find it oddly comforting that he still cares enough to make a dumb rule for you to break at the first opportunity. Tears are streaming down your face as you say, "I love you" to your father for the first time since your mother died. There is a lot of messy, arduous, boooooring work ahead before you can imagine having anything like a healthy relationship with your dad, or even with Ella for that matter, but at least you can imagine it now.
You say goodbye to your father and pull Ella in close as you watch the sun set over the overgrown forest and winding paths of the theme park. It's the time of day and the kind of surreally beautiful view that can make you believe magic still exists. With Ella by your side and an actual home to go home to, you feel a little of that magic in the air. You still have way more questions than answers about who you are, what Ella is to you and whether you can make this new dynamic work, and what the future lies, but for the first time since you can remember, you welcome the uncertainty.
There will probably be plenty of dark days ahead, but you will fight for every scrap of sunlight and magic you can get. You don't know how things will end up, but you welcome this, this magical, amazing...
Beginning
(Ending 20: Room for One More?)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You make a quick beeline to your trailer, keeping your head down and trying to avoid drawing any attention to yourself. You don't even get a foot from your truck before the catcalls begin.
"Hey, pretty lady, why you hiding that smile from me?" Jack, the foreman, calls out. He's built like a brick shithouse, with the personality to match. He's stupid, sullen, short tempered, and the most trustworthy employee you have, if only because he is too dumb to be deceptive. You can't stand the man, but you don't hire a pack mule for his personality.
"Walk that fine ass on over here! You can't hide a body like that in some ratty old clothes!" John, a bronze bully bulging with muscle calls out. You've hated the prick since you overheard him calling your son a sissy faggot behind your back. They had to peel you off each other before you made him pick up his teeth with broken fingers, but you doubt you could take him in a fight now.
"Heeeeey. Isn't that the boss' hat? And clothes? And truck?" Joe is your youngest hire. A bit on the small side for this kind of work, but he made up for it and then some with his fiery temper and willingness to take on the job of men twice his size. Unfortunately for you, he's also a bit on the brighter side than his coworkers. You always suspected he was a little too smart for his own good, but it looks like he's too smart for YOUR own good. He comes closer and Jake and John follow close behind him. By the time he gasps, "Mr. Jenkins?! What happened to you?!", you are surrounded by sneering studs.
You feel every ounce of swagger drain from your body, leaving only stark terror, a sweltering blush of humiliation, and a palpable pull of lust. You try to regain control of the situation. You puff out your chest and try to make your voice as deep as possible as you yip, "It's none of your Goddam business what happened to me! I still run this company and I'm telling you to get back to work and mind your Ps and Qs!"
You've spent years building your company from nothing. Years proving yourself tougher and more persistent than an army of louts and losers all trying to knock you down and spit on you. Years building something, a legacy that will live on after you. Years of pain, sacrifice, and loneliness, but you had finally solidified your standing with your crew. Then everything comes tumbling down as John reaches inside your overalls and squeezes your breast. You moan desperately and any hope you had of pulling rank is long gone.
"That's right, you like that, don't you, sissy? I guess the fruit didn't fall far from the tree, did it?" John continues kneading your breast. You want to push him away, tell him to fuck off, or knock his teeth out, but it feels to good and your body is too needy after your all night fuckfest with your sissy daughter. He yanks the suspenders of your overalls to the side and RIPs your tee letting your breasts bounce free. A crowd is beginning to form, but Jack heads them off and they stay a few feet away. Only he could keep a crew full of horny bruisers 'content' to look when they're dying to touch. Well, not content perhaps, but they like it better than facing off against the giant.
"Wait...WHIMPER please MOAN...don't..." you struggle feebly as John continues to molest your massive breasts, suckling your sensitive nipples as Joe comes from behind you. You can tell from the bulge grinding against your ass that he isn't a runt where it counts, and he doesn't seem to have any lingering doubts about sticking it to his boss. You aren't helping your case by pushing back against his cock and sliding your ass up and down around his erection.
"Please... MOAN don't... WHIMPER stop..." You keep trying to tell them to stop, but your body keeps begging otherwise. You despise the bigoted bully sucking your nipples and rolling his tongue around them, but your body feels like he is sucking off two swollen shafts attached to your tits and you feel a full bodied dry orgasm that leaves you weak kneed and holding on to John's head to bury him deeper into your breasts. Your crew continues to ignore your words and listen to your body.
Jack yanks your overalls down and lifts you free from them so you are completely exposed and vulnerable to the three hung, horny hulks. He places you almost gently on your knees on the dusty ground. They waste no time in pulling out their pricks and you are surrounded by the three hard cocks that make your mouth water even as you continue to pathetically plead, "Please, don't make me SLURP suck your SHHLP cocks!"
Your sissy sobs finally have some impact as none of your crew make you suck their cocks, but they don't really have to force you at this point. You can't keep your lips off the jerks' juicy pricks. You feel like you might melt under the sizzling shame of making out with Jack's cockhead while stroking off John and Joe. You hear them laughing at you, from man's man to sissy sucker in one weekend, but their taunts and jibes can't keep you from inhaling their huge horse cocks.
"Damn, boss! You're sucking the cum right outta me! NNGGH!" You look up into Jack's eyes and see the disappointment and disgust in them even as he floods your throat with his hot load. You wish you could crawl in the wet cement and take a long nap, but his stud shaft is pounding the spurt button in the back of your throat and his creamy cum is drowning out the part of your brain that feels shame. You spasm and squirt and sissygasm around his cock milking him dry until he has to drag you off his dick.
"Holy fuck! You wasn't kidding! This sissy's sucking like my dick's an oxygen mask in a plane crash!" 'Little' Joe always was too smart for this line of work. Only he could bust out a simile while getting sucked off. He's not far off either. You are going down in flames, scorching hot and sucking for dear life. Your sissy shaft is swollen and spewing sissy spunk nonstop, much to the amusement and arousal of the cheering crowd. You can't stop sissygasming, can't stop using this runt's cock to fuck your slutty throat, and can't help but lick your lips when his stud seed finally fills your throat, and mouth, and face. You are dick dazed and delirious, half expecting the small pretty boy to turn into a sissy after exploding inside you, but he just wipes his still hard cock on your face and hair. You can't imagine anything more humiliating than subbing to the smallest stud on site.
"That's a good fag! Suck my cock! I always knew you were a closetcase cocksucker like your sissy son! Keep proving me right! Keep showing everyone who's a real man and who's a bottom bimboi bitch!" How could you have forgotten Johnny the Jerkoff? The man you hated more than anyone you could name, but never fired because he proved himself an invaluable worker again and again. And now he's proving how right he was as he puts his hands behind his back and lets you jackhammer your hungry hole on his massive meat missile. You are so high on the blissful boiling stew of chemicals cooked in your overwhelmed, overheated empty head that you can almost taste the last drops of dignity running down your throat. It tastes...delicious, and with the biggest blast of man milk as a chaser, you can't help but continuing to kiss John's johnson like a lover until he pushes you away with his foot and leaves you moaning in the dirt.
You look up helpless and horny at the studs surrounding you and at the crowd of hardons in hard hats circling around them. You wonder vacantly what they will do to you next? With the three J's keep using you as their stress ball/fuck doll? Will they hand you over to the crew? Either way, you're fucked, and the sickest part is you couldn't be happier about it.
[[You are totally, utterly fucked->totally utterly fucked]]You don't know what you're doing. Pulling Elliot close and wrapping your lips around wasn't part of the plan today. What started out as ditching and ended up a date has now devolved into a messy makeout session. You toss your snacks aside, hungrier for his lips as you smear his flushed face with mustard and then lick it clean. You almost feel guilty for pinning him down and plunging your tongue down his throat, but you can feel his hard cock swelling between your cheeks and know he's just as starving for this as you are.
No words are exchanged as his hot hands slide under your boi clothes and up and down your sizzling, supple skin. He shows no hesitation or humiliation in feeling up a former friend, not when he teases your tender titties or kneads moans out of your doughy cheeks not even when he strokes your swollen shaft and discovers it's easily twice the size of his. That discovery might have given you pause, or more likely brought you to your knees to worship the superior cock, but it's Elliot's turn to surprise you again by pinning your tongue down with his and sliding it so deep down your throat it tickles your spurt spot.
"Holy SHLLP shit, dude! I never MMPH knew you WHIMPER were SLURP such a SUCK stud!" You moan in his mouth as he tongue fucks your throat and slides his finger between your chubby cheeks and up your hungry hole. You are seeing a whole new side of your shy, sweet friend. Elliot seems to have found his balls somehow, and even though they are physically smaller than yours, he more than makes up for it in enthusiasm. You had assumed you would have to lead him slowly by the hand and that you would probably end up topping the timid teen, but he is so forceful without being rough, so powerful without being cruel, you can't seem to resist him.
"I want to MMMM make LICK love to you...then I want to MMPH fuck KISS you...then I NNGH want to AAAH hold you close and OoooOOOoOOOOH!" Elliot kisses and caresses you harder and hungrier as he coos in your ear. You feel him slide you sweats down and don't resist as he pulls your thong to the side and frees his throbbing three and a half inches. It's a modest manhood to say the least, but with the way your ass swallows him up, you'd swear it thinks it's a full meal. Your new perverse physiology seems to shrink or stretch the taut, tender tissue of your bimboi cunt to accommodate the largest or compensate for the smallest of shafts. You feel all the tingly, thrilling throbs you felt when sliding down Becca's much bigger prick, as well as a sweltering swell of something you can't quite place. It's on the tip of your tongue, but then again so are Elliot's lips.
You grind against him, milking his manhood and feeling so close to something so profoundly powerful you can only talk about it in tongues, when you feel Elliot erupt inside you, flooding your guts with thick ropes of sticky seed. You try to pull off of his prick, desperately but futilely attempting to save him from infection, but he holds you tighter than ever, suddenly no longer scared of who or what he might become as long as it's with you. You are overwhelmed with a whirlpool of emotion...guilt swirled with gushing glee...affection and arousal and anxiety crashing together...fear and feverish fantasies writhing wet and woefully against each other. All you can do now is hang on for the ride and hope for the best.
"Sorry...didn't AAH mean to surprise NNH you like UNH UH that...NNGH just...had OOH to...knoOoOOOooow!" Elliot moans mindlessly as the infection runs through his veins and changes everything it touches. The first thing you notice is his cock throbbing back to life and growing longer and girthier until you are pretty sure it rivals yours. His t-shirt tents as two fully formed breasts fill his top and leave lovely C-cups behind. You can't resist crushing your own tits against his as his body squirms and swells and shifts against yours.
"Fuck...no NNGH one told me MOAN it would feel so GUH GUG gooooood!" Elliot seems less afraid and more aroused by his developing body as his waist becomes waspish, his lips beestung, and his hips just slightly less thicc than yours. You run your hands all over his supple skin, curious to compare with your own changes as his ass plumps to two perky globes with just enough squeeze to them. With his lashes lengthening, hair cascading into ravishing ringlets, and face growing even more elven and crushingly cute than before, she looks like the kind of gurl you could take home to meet your father, but the sparkle of mischief in her eyes make you worry she'd steal him away.
"Whew...that's better." Elliot chirps cutely as his thick tool twitches tantalizingly inside you. "Now that we don't have to worry about me getting infected anymore, we can really let our hair down." Your jaw goes slack with how well she's taking this, but you suppose you shouldn't be surprised that birds of a feather flock together. "When you cry my name out, you can call me Ella." she says sultrily as she starts to pull you up and down her suddenly sizable shaft. "I did promise to FUCK you after we made love..." Ella fills your still agape mouth with her tongue and begins slowly bucking up into you as she languidly lifts you up and down her pretty, pulsing pole.
[[And it feels so fucking good.->and it feels so fucking good]]You don't make it a few steps out the door before you hear the first cat call, or is it canine call? "Damn, Daisy! That's one hot bitch you got there!" Chad, a cocky arrogant asshole that you've seen pound Daisy into the bottom bunk on more than a few occasions swaggers over to you, a few sissies and his best girl walking close behind him. Their giggles, snickers, and slurs follow close behind his as well."
"Hee hee And I though you were the most shameless slut in the dorm, Tammi!" A pink haired pin up teases her sissy friend.
"Tee hee! Yeah, Sammi, even I wouldn't let some sissy walk me like a damned dog!" The bleach blond, bottle tanned bimboi giggles.
"God, you sissies disgust me. You'll let men and even other sissies do whatever they want to you. Enjoy the attention until they get bored of you, it's women like me they'll end up getting married to." Brooke, a severe but sexy sorority girl hanging off Chad's are practically spits the words out at you, they are dripping with disgust and you instinctively flinch.
"Oh yeah, puta? Well it's sissies like me and Brandi they'll be fucking behind your back while you take care of the kids that ruined your figure and your life. And my pet here is a good girl, so she doesn't have to worry what brain dead bimboi's or juice head jocks think about her, and she sure doesn't have to take lip from some perra like you!" Normally sissies don't dare step up to the so called "real girls" the jocks walk arm in arm with as status symbols. You feel so proud of your person for standing up for you...sort of. You half expect Chad or one of his cronies to wallop Daisy, but everyone seems to stunned to speak. You could hear a drop of precum drop...
"Haw Haw HAW! Daisy, you are priceless. Come on guys, we'll leave this tough sissy and her pretty pet alone." Chad walks away, still laughing, but his girl group glowers at you as they follow him. You look up at Daisy a little nervously, but she reassures you with a smile.
"Don't you worry, Brandi. I'm not gonna let anyone mess with my widdle biddle. Well, not unless they get permission first." She ruffles your hair and you bound happily beside her, your breasts bouncing and your ass shaking. You can feel the eyes of the studs and bois running all over your body like they'd like their hungry hands to. You can practically smell the cum boiling in their balls, and you get a rush knowing anyone of them might end up fucking you in front of everyone if they play their cards right.
Perhaps because of the scene Daisy just caused, or maybe because a human pound-me-please-puppy is too perverted even for a bunch of horny coeds, no one makes a move for you as you make your way to the elevator. You see it is empty with a mix of disappointment and relief. You aren't sure just how comfortable you are with being fucked in public, but you also can't wait to find out.
Then, just as the doors are about to close behind you, somebody slides in to join you.
Who is it?
[[Dwight, a nerdy virgin.->dwight]]You get a crazy idea...so crazy it almost certainly will not work, but it is the only one you have. You pull your head back as far as you can, then whip it full force into the tile wall, sending a resounding CRACK reverberating through the showers. You vaguely wonder if the wall made the sound or your skull, but you feel a rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooding your body to stave off the stabs of pain that are much less severe than you imagined they would be.
It is enough to throw off your bubbling bliss bomb and distract Candi so that you can pull off her sissy clit and SLAM back on with the same force as you hit the wall. She is taken by surprise and falls backwards, slipping and falling on her well padded ass. You don't give her a second to catch her breath, following her down and getting into cowgurl position to slide up and down her pole in slick spirals. She tries to grab your hips to regain control, but you bury your face in her massive mammaries and sucking her breasts and throbbing nipples while bucking on her cock. Her arms fall to her sides and her hips try to buck in time with yours, but you put all your weight into pounding her into the shower floor with your phat ass.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Candi lets out a birdlike wail and fills your ass with explosive ejaculate. The hot, wet load kissing your scorching ass is too much to handle, and you finally let go and allow the sissygasm to roar through you, an exuberant eruption of euphoria that feels like you will be burned to ash in the white hot bliss as your whole body feels like it's spurting and you will be swept away in the filthy fountain squirting out of your shaft and coating Candi's breasts.
However, instead of going limp and spent and allowing Candi to turn the tide again, you pound your fists into the ground hard enough to flatten your knuckles. The toothache sweet pain shoots through your arms and up to your beleaguered brain, giving you a jolt of energy you use to slide off the sissy's shaft and up to her breasts to grab one in each hand so you can tightly wrap them around your still spurting cock and begin to fuck them.
"MMMM I see you SLURP learned lesson two: Pain don't SHHLP hurt!" Candi is dazed, but manages to mentor you while slurping and sucking on your cock head as it plunges through her cum covered tits. "Sissies heal like SLURP almost right away and SHLLP pain fades even faster. So you can SUCK totes use it to give you that extra KISSS oomph!"
The soft, warm flesh of her breasts and her tantalizing tongue quickly coax a second load of cum out of you that coats her face and floods her open mouth. Without a second thought, or really a first one, you clamp your lips around hers and lap up your savory spunk in a fiery kiss. Your tongues wrestle to get the lion's share, but you can tell Candi's heart isn't in it. A part of her enjoys losing to you know, and when you pin her arms down with yours, she just moans and starts sucking on your tongue like it was a cock.
You think you are going to like having the chirpy cheerleader as a trainer, especially when it's time to hit the showers.
All in all, you feel like this is going to be a healthy and fruitful relationship between you two. One that will last until...
The End
(Ending 9: Wrestling Whore)
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[[Restart!->continue]]"Wait a sec-OOOOH!" You try to hold out, pulling James' plump, pouty off your cock, but it's too late. You feel the floodgates open and the pent up pleasure erupt in white hot, boiling bliss, coating the bashful boi's flushed, freckled face. He falls back, stunned, almost disappointed. He's won his prize, a life long fuck doll sissy slave. Daisy glares at you with hot hatred, but you see something else in her face for the first time since you fucked the fight out of her...hope. You can't have that, so you wipe your cock all over Daisy's face and hair, and toss some condoms from your back pocket in front of her. "Go put these on James so he can fuck your slutty ass."
She smirks sinisterly, but obediently crawls over to James and laps your sticky seed off his pretty boi face. You can tell James is tempted to kiss her back, to slurp up your infected cum and become a beautiful bimboi, but he resists the allure, apparently content with having his own fuck doll. James fumblingly tries to get the condom over his tiny, trembling cock, and Daisy eventually takes over for him and slides it over his cock. She coos, "Careful, big boi. You don't want to shoot your shot before you get started." She tosses you a knowing glance, and you glare back.
She continues to give you a smug, superior smirk, even as James scampers behind her and struggles to slide his slender shaft between her thicc cheeks and into her tight hole. She reaches back and helps him inside her and you hear him whimper and sigh as his hard cock is swallowed by her wet warmth. You can see the frustration flicker over Daisy's face as James' inexperienced thrusts and shallow penetration brings out her hot hunger, but doesn't fill it. Still, the smarmy smile remains. As if you should be the one embarrassed by all this.
Determined to wipe the smile off her face, you stretch her lips with your swelling shaft, filling her throat and muffling any would be words of disapproval. So what if you came a little early? All that matters is who ended up catching the cum, and it wasn't you...it would never be...will never be you. You look down and see Daisy's cheeks sunken as she obediently sucks your sissy shaft, but her eyes are still smiling snarkily. You'll show her, you'll fuck her throat so raw that she begs for the balm of your creamy cum.
At least, that was the plan before she snuck a hand up and lightly squeezed one of your swollen nipples. "Wait...WHIMPER that's not...fa-EEEEEEE!" You let out a decidedly unmasculine wail as your hips buck of their own accord and you fill her throat with shameful spurts. James gives you a look of surprise and disappointment as he continues to plow Daisy's cunt long after you've dribbled your last drop.
You look down at Daisy with disgust. She must have planned this somehow, getting you to lower your guard and striking you when you least expected. You could try to pay her back now, but the shame of her surprise attack has left your cock shriveling in surrender. You lick your lips, imagining all the ways you'll pay her back when she gets back to the dorm. She licks her lips back and cries out, "Yes, fuck me harder James! Finally I have a real man pounding my culo!"
You look on in shock as she rolls her hips and grinds her ass back against him, fucking herself hard enough to milk out spiteful spurts from her sissy clit. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUCK!" James cries out and crumples backwards, no doubt feeling like quite the stud after cucking you in front of your own sissy. You sneer, imagining all sorts of deviant delights you will debase him with after turning him out too.
You pull your cum covered clit back in your jean shorts and growl at Daisy, "Get your dress back on, slut. The party's over and you are going to get punished when we get home." She slides into her dress like a snake, only with an even colder smile. She is still plotting something, you can feel it like an ice pick digging in your stomach. No matter, you broke the bitch once and you can do it again.
You grab Daisy's wrist and drag her out of the room, leaving James to recover from his fuck fog. The moment you step out of the bedroom door you hear a cacophonous roar of applause from what sounds like the entire party. Why is everyone applauding?
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Life couldn't be better as the bottom bitch of your owner's growing kennel. You don't have to go to all those boring classes anymore, because doggies don't need to learn anything but how to obey their master and to hold their potty until it's time for their walkies. Your future is secure with all the money your person began charging people to watch bois try to prove themselves against her canine cuties.
The other gurls hate you because you're Daisy's favorite, and because you're always the first one would be studs pick to prove their prowess on by pounding your pussy in front of an eagerly awaiting audience. The crowd loves watching a rare blushing boi prove himself a stud by making you melt around their cock, then fuck their way through the rest of your faggot fido family. The only thing that excites them more, is seeing the wannabe stud spurt too soon, shifting and softening and sissyfying inside you as your fellow sissy bitches form a line of panting puppies, pulsing, and pumping one behind another, in an ever shifting pegging order. Well, ever shifting except for the very bottomest bitch...that's always you.
Your sissy sisters sneer at you, spit on you, and take every chance they can to punish you for being such a pathetic puppy. They think the reason you don't tell your doggy mommy that everytime she leaves you alone, all your futa failure family members feed you their fuckmeat in both your hungry holes, is because you are so scared of them. In reality, you don't tell her because you are worried she might make them stop 'punishing' you. They'll never understand, how could they? They hang onto the scraps of their humanity like a dog with a bone, but you have a secret that keeps you happier and hornier and heavenlier than they could ever know.
The real secret to happiness is to bury your humanity entirely. Pets don't have to feel regret, or worry about how they've thrown their life away. Pets don't hold grudges...pets don't mind if the play gets rough...pets just want attention. And you get oodles of attention, hard, hateful hounds hot and hurting, humping you for what feels like forever, but it always feels like an eternity for a dog when her owner is out.
"Aww. Look at my bestest little baby waiting at the door for her doggy mommy." Another day, just like any other, your person is home and ready to shower you with attention. The other gurls grumbling and glowering and waiting for the next chance they have to punish you. In the meantime, you bask in Daisy's every pet and nuzzle, melting in her arms and on her lap, and especially around her sissy shaft.
Every day...just like the last give or take a sissy stick or stud shaft or two...every day pretty...and pampered...and perfect...and it will be, every day until...
The End
(Ending 1: The Pampered Pet)
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You have been living in aching agony for a month since your roommate Dave, got infected with Bimbug at a kegger and turned into Daisy. Daisy was a busty brunette Latina with creamy brown curves, beautiful, bouncy breasts she loved to show off in tight tees and plunging neckline, lithesome legs that were never covered in anything less revealing than fishnet stockings, and an ample ass that was constantly on display as she pranced around the dorm in nothing but a sheer shirt and panties. You could tell she lived to torment and tease you, but her cock was bigger than yours now, and you'd heard how hard she pounded sissies that she had tempted and turned, and you didn't want to end up like them.
On the other hand, which was the only action you were getting lately, you had heard Daisy's slutty moans when she got pounded by the studs she brought back to the dorm. You would quietly stroke your shaft in time with her whorish whimpers, imagining it was you fucking the sissy spurts out of slutty sissy roomie. The ones that didn't get infected always walked out looking like they grew a foot, their confidence as contagious as Daisy's bimbug. The next day you'd invariably find them on campus, surrounded girls and bimbois alike drawn in by their animal magnetism, and you wanted that kind of power for yourself.
Which brings you to tonight. Watching Daisy sloooowly and sedictively slip into a slinky black dress that just barely covered up to the bottom half of her nipples and down to the top third of her thicc ass. She looked like a living, breathing fantasy, and you would give anything to have her for your own instead of watching her get painted up and pretty for another stud she just met hoping to lure him back here so she can rub it in your face while you run one out.
Instead, in a stroke of luck you aren't sure is good or bad, you hear her curse, "Chinga tu madre, you fat cocked fucker! You are gonna stand me up because you have a paper due?! Bitch, I am more important than a college education. Fucking me is like getting a doctorate in dickology! But you are never going to find out bec-" she looks at her phone like it just spit in her face, then turns to you incredulous. "Can you believe that little baby bitch had the nerve to hang up on me? I'll bet he was just scared he was sissy inside. I can always smell it on them."
Her eyes flash greedily and she smiles, slinking up to you and standing kissably close, her breast mere molecules away from your chest. You aren't sure what she thinks she smells on you, but she clearly has more in mind than just teasing you. "How about you, Brian? Aren't you tired of just waiting for me to get home so you can hide up in the top bunk and wank to me getting fucked? Don't you want to try the real thing? We could have a date nite right here."
She licks her beautiful bow lips and it takes everything you have in you not to lick them too. Do you dare stay in and let the inevitable happen? Or will you play it safe and literally run away from the sexy siren begging you to bone her?
[[Stay in with Daisy->stay]]
[[Get out before it's too late!->get out before too late]]You feel your sissy clit spurting uncontrollably as Daisy deep dicks you in real life and on the big screen. You can't believe how sexy you look...your breasts and buttocks bouncing...your lips twisted, moaning an entrancing siren song...your sissy stick spurting a thick fountain that looks so tempting and tasty...
For as long as you can remember, porn was your only lover, your first and best girlfriend. Pornflesh is perfect...unblemished, bouncier, bigger, and better than real life could ever offer. Porn is always in the mood...waiting and wanting and watching you as you watch it. Porn is eternal, never aging...unless it becomes a MILF. You never imagined that a lifetime of gooning to porn could become a reality...that you could BE the porn...hotter and hornier than any drug addled dick devourer paid to play.
"Please...get my phone...your's too. Film me from as many angles as you can. Capture every inch of my perfect pornflesh and coat it in your cum!" You milk her sissy clit with your hungry cunt, rolling your hips and twerking your ass as you slide up and down her shaft in sticky spirals. You watch as the porn princess on the flatscreen does the same, and it's like you can feel fucked and watch it at the same time. You have become your own filthy fantasy, and you have so many warped wet dreams to bring to life.
"Chingame! You mean it, don't you?! I really, REALLY didn't expect to have my very own live-in sissy pornstar, but I'm not about to turn it down! You are gonna make us...well me...RICH!" Daisy hands you two phones and you lift both hands in the air, taking all the sordid sissy selfies you can to help advertise your onlyfans page. Give it a month, and loser virgin gooners just like you used to be will be taking out loans to buy your bath water...Hell, they'll take out mortgages to buy your enema water.
You coo and cum and capture every comely curve and your cum hither, coquettish charm. Soon all your friends, your enemies, former crushes, and failed attempts at conquests...even your family...all of them will he laughing at your horny humiliation...disgusted, despising you, but still dripping with desire. Even your own father will end up stroking one out to his shameful sissy slut son.
"Yessssss...I get to be famous, you get to be rich! Just fuck me and film me and make me a fantasEEEEEEEEE!" You both burst into a billion boiling blissful bits and collapse into a tangled pile of sticky, sweaty skin. You lie your head back against her shoulder and nuzzle her neck, kissing and softly sucking your way up her neckline, to her chin and along to her lovely earlobe. You whisper wetly, "So what kind of movie should we make first?"
Your debut film will be...
[[Brandi Baxter in...Dorm Floor Bitch.->dorm floor bitch]]"Get up, bitch. I'm not done with you, not by a long shot." Joe looks up at you with what he must think are puppy dog eyes. He certainly looks pathetic, but not pitiful. His dead eyes dart around the trailer, looking for a weapon while trying to plead for mercy. "No? You don't want to cut me up? Don't you want to bury me in the foundations and burn down the building?" He shoots you a look that's pure murder, and you shoot your pink steel toed work boots up to break his jaw in the other direction and send him flying back.
"Fuhg GROAN yoosh!" Joe manages a feeble moan of defiance, but it's all pride and no will behind it. He doesn't even try to make it to his feet. You look down at the blood on your boots and look up at the soft, spoiled shit that dirtied them, and then you stroll over slowly, showing off your sexy curves so he doesn't forget even for a suffering second that it's a sissy breaking him to pieces. You push your boot against his face, grinding into it and smearing his blood against it. He always seem to get off on humiliating you, more than he seemed to enjoy fucking you, and you think it's time to return the favor.
"So, I could stop now, before I do any damage one of your daddy's fancy doctors can't fix. But you'd have to empty your own personal accounts so we can pay off the muscle you hired to kill us." You twist your heel against his soft cheek, cutting into his flesh and making him squeal delightfully. Still, he has that unearned arrogance that won't allow him to admit you've won.
"Fugh yoosh! I don'd hash tah paysh em shid! Thoshe dum' fughers willsh killyew fer funsh!" Joe must not have remembered the intercom was still on, but he starts to figure it out when he hears angry shouts from the stiffed stud soldiers outside. They begin freeing your sissy sisters and wake up your daughter, who appears a little dazed, but no worse for wear. Joe looks on in horror as his security screens fill with images of an angry mob surrounding his trailer. His eyes are filled with fear now as they dart over to you as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. So you drop it hard.
"Oh they look pretty mad. Well, don't worry. You don't have anyway to pay them out of your private accounts anyway. You were too greedy, siphoning the corporate coffers into your own offshore accounts. When we got access to the corporate funds, it led us to your swiss bank holdings, and you were so cocky that you let me see you enter the password dozens of times while you struggled to maintain an erection inside me. Isn't that right, STUDDADDY69?" You watch as the proverbial shoe falls crushing his hopes, and then you bring the literal boot crashing down breaking his fingers. His howls of pain are met with resounding cheers across the crew.
After a few magnificent minutes of watching Joe sob and squeal, you see one last flicker of hope rekindle in his empty eyes. He's hoping his daddy can save him. All he has to do is take his beating, maybe offer a few crocodile tears of forgiveness, then go home to Daddy Warcrimebucks and tell him all about the sneaky sissies that sullied the proud Jameson family name. You let him hold onto that hope for a few more seconds. You watch him attempt to form a smug smirk with a unhinged jaw. Then you grab his phone from the counter and pull up the latest headline. 'Joseph Jameson III arrested for bribery, racketeering charges. Son sought as accessory, still at large.' Then you watch the light in his eyes fade to deep, dark despair.
"Puhleashe...furgivesh muh." He sounds almost sincere, or at least sincerely sorry he is going to have to pay for the consequences of his actions. You hear the crowd outside calling for his head, hear them call for you to kill him or make him a sissy. You've dreamed of this moment so many times as you planned your sissy sabotage. Now that it's here, you almost can't believe what you are about to do next...
[[Make him beg->make him beg]]No sooner do the words fall from your lips than the trailer doors burst open and a sea of sissies spill forth, screaming shrill like harpies from Hell and bearing down on the army of atavistic assholes before you.
"What the fuck?!" Jack is the first to fall. Overwhelmed by sheer numbers, he struggles in vain as his 'friends' flee with you in tow. You get a good view of your cute comrades peeling his clothes off and plunging their pretty pricks into both of his tight, terrified holes. They waste no time with foreplay, rutting and ravishing the burly brute and muffling his screams with ropes of sissy spurts. Just before you are ferreted into your foe's fortified trailer, you see him shrink and soften and shift as the infection is forced upon him.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fucking fuck fuck fuck! You never said anything about getting raped and turned into a sissy, you college boi cunt!" John is terrified, and futilely trying to hide his quivering cowardice in impotent rage. You see his would be army look on in horror as 'Jaqueline' eagerly accepts her new fate and bucks back against the sissy shafts sawing in and out of her beautiful bimboi body.
"Shut the fuck up before you force me to show you how little I need you." Joe gives John a look that makes your blood run cold. Of the three, he's the only one that scares you. There is something missing in him, and even Samantha isn't able to find the good in him. You keep your mouth shut for now, content to let the two simmer while you all watch and wait on screen for what happens next.
The deconstruction crew gathered outside the site outnumber the sissies at least three to one, but the sight of giant Jack being overwhelmed and turned out has them shaking in their steel toed boots. Sure, if push comes to shove, they should be able to beat back the sissies eventually, but each man assembled is wondering if they will be one of the ones to fall and suffer whatever fate the Two J's have planned for the fallen femmebois.
Finally, Joe turns on the intercom and screams with a cracking voice. "What is wrong with you?! Are you men or are you bois? You outnumber them. You are bigger than them. You are a part of a rare, superior race of REAL men! Are you going to tell your grandchildren about the time you turned tail and run from a bunch of gurls?! Or are you going to tell them about how you captured your own personal harem and bloodied any bitch that didn't know well enough to heel?!"
You've got to hand it to him, Joe's instinct for human weakness rivals your own. Sure, the money got them to the party, but no amount of cash or threats could get them to risk what they prized most...their manhood. By telling them the only way to keep their manhood was to risk it, and sweetening the deal by offering the defeated sissies up as slaves, he found the one thing to inspire them to charge your sissy sisters en masse.
Your heart is in your chest and your stomach in knots as the crew rushes your army. The sissies hold fast behind Samantha, and you feel tears of pride stinging your eyes as you hear her scream, "We're gonna fuck you till you love us!" and charges forward with her entire army in tow. The sound of bodies colliding and hard, heavy tools hurled against each other is followed by sickening snaps of bones.
You know your gurls will heal nearly instantly thanks to the bimbug's nearly inexhaustible ability to repair damaged cells. And though they are quickly overrun, the paid punks fight like the mindless louts they are, charging forward straight ahead and relying solely on brute force. The sissies, on the other hand, slip between the studs with the grace of gazelles and spring up behind them bounding high like ballerina's and crashing down on them with shovels, wrenches, rebars and anything else it takes to bring them down hard and hump them until they turn sticky and soft.
For the first few minutes, you almost let yourself believe your side can win. Then studs begin yanking sissies off fallen studs and stomping them into the ground until they curl up into battered, broken balls. When you hear Samantha's defiant cry cut short as she is snapped over a stud's knee and held limp and helpless in the air, your heart stops, and so does your sissy army. Without Samantha to lead them, they lose what little will they have left, and fall to their knees begging for mercy. They don't know Joe the way you do. He has no mercy.
You fight back tears as Samantha is held like a tattered trophy, still breathing, but out like a light. You have lost completely. You led your fellow sissies straight off a cliff. You wonder how many the two J's will spare, and if the dead might not end up the lucky ones after they get their hands on them. You hang your head in shame, not even able to fake defiance in the face of such abject failure.
"GAH HAAAW HAAAW! You almost had me worried there for a second...almost! This calls for a toast! Joe, bring over that Macallan the fag was saving for if he ever turned a profit. We can toast to him making us twenty percent richer with Jack gone!" John is all bluster and boasting now that his side one, and Joe doesn't seem inclined to correct his math now that he will be getting the lion's share.
"Why not? We've earned it." Joe turns his back to you, clearly deciding you are no longer a threat. He pops open the fine aged scotch and pours two glasses. You see the stud soldiers hog tying the sissies with zip ties on the monitors and wonder how much longer they have before the two J's give the final order. They clink glasses and toast, "To crime." And they down their drinks in one shot.
Joe turns and smiles sadistically at you and John cracks his knuckles and licks his lips. You won't have to wait long to see what they have in store for you. Joe pulls out a handgun almost as big as his arm and points it at your head. "I just want you to know that I am going to spend years cutting Samantha to bits and watching her body try to heal itself. Is there any last words you want me to pass on when I finally end her wretched waste of a life?"
"Well Sissy, any last words?
[["Plan C, motherfuckers."->plan c motherfuckers]]Joe's smile freezes on his face as he tries to figure out what you mean and fake the appropriate emotion to respond with. John looks confused and angry at his own inability to follow the conversation. Then, he keels over and falls to the floor, clutching his throat. "Puh HACK poison!"
Joe's smile is still frozen in place as you watch John writhe in agony as his bones bend and his muscles spasm and his body burns. Then just when he thinks he might be granted the mercy of death, his hair grows long and lustrous and his hips swell and breasts balloon out and a decidedly shriller scream escapes his newly plump lips, "EEEEEEE! YOU MADE ME A SISSEEEEEEEE!"
Joe's smile is still frozen as he waits for the sissy spurts you had Samantha sneak into the scotch with a syringe through the cork while they went home for the night. "You shouldn't have left John...sorry, Joan, in charge of security. Really, 1234 wasn't the hardest passcode to crack, even for a 'stupid' sissy. By the way, we also got access to your accounts. I wonder how loyal your army will be when you can't pay them?"
Joan is sobbing in the fetal position as she ponders her fate worse than death. A vile cesspool of toxic masculinity and a twisted mass of homophobia in the shape of a man has been transformed into what he hates most...a sniveling sissy. You turn to Joe, who is still smiling his vacant, frozen rictus grin. "What are you smiling about, punk?"
He steadies the gun at your head and his eyes shine with greedy glee. "Oh I was just thinking at how happy you've made me. You got rid of both my pathetic 'partners' so I didn't have to. I suspected the poison, which is why I turned my back to hide my drink was from my own personal flask. And now that you've stolen MY money, I get an excuse to torture you and your daughter. I think I'll start with your kneecaps." He lowers the gun to aim square at your left knee and you watch in helpless slow motion as he squeezes the trigger.
CLICK
"Huh?"
CLICK
CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK
"NO! THAT'S NOT FA-" SMAAAAAACK
You are on your feet and hurling your fist up in a sweeping arc that sends his jaw sideways and his brain crashing into his skull. He crumples like a sack of shit and you stand over him with your fists raised in the air. "I never wanted to turn you into a sissy, boi. It's too nice for a monster like you. No, I figured you'd suspect my conspicuous bottle of scotch and switch the drinks at the last minute. I wasn't sure I could take John in a fight, but I knew if I could get to your firing pin, I could lay you out easy. You really should've had the courtesy to look me in the eyes when I was sucking your cock. It made it too easy to disarm you."
"Pleash...COUGH" Joe struggles to speak with a broken jaw and a possible concussion as he spits the blood from his mouth and two teeth follow it out. "Pleash...mershy..." you see the first authentic emotion other than hate and disgust on his face...fear. It's a welcome sight. But you are just getting warmed up. You crack your knuckles and smile...
And you break him down.
Piece
By
[[Piece->piece]]You are feeling very playful, but that doesn't mean they should forget who the queen bitch is. You take a look of feigned shock and admonish the sissy sirens, "How DARE you try to seduce your sissy Mommy?! You naughty little sissy sluts need to be punished." They look at each other with stunned surprise for a second, and not questioning their luck at you going from bull dyke bimboi to playful dommy mommy like flipping a 'switch', they giddy giggly and squirm seductively as they await their 'funishment'.
You sit on the bed and motion for Daisy to climb on your lap. There is almost no trace of the hot hatred she carried for you earlier in the night. Just an eager expectancy as she crawls up in your lap, her ass swaying invitingly and her clit throbbing and drooling against yours. You begin by slowly kneading her bronze, bountiful buttocks. She whimpers and moans and buries her face in the sheets to hide how much she loves this. Jaime squirms and kneels like a good gurl, waiting for her punishment, not realizing it's already begun as you torture and tease them with the promise of pain and the threat of pleasure. "So here is how you naughty gurls are going to make it up to Mommy."
SMACK
A palpable blow sends sweltering shudders over Daisy's delectable derriere. You continue between spanks, "First I take turns THWACK spanking you. Then you both take SLAP turns nursing Mommy's SPANK tits." Jaime licks her lips and leaks precum like a broken faucet. Daisy's dicklette shudders and spurts all over your Mommy meat. "Then if you are WHACK really good, Mommy will SPANK kiss your sore cocks all better with her THWACK throat and SMACK cunt."
You let Daisy melt off your lap and into the floor as Jaime takes her place. It's even more fun to redden her pale, plump cheeks until you can't see the freckles anymore. She also erupts all over your sissy shaft and then she and Daisy kiss it clean like good gurls. Once again, you tease yourself and hold back the eruption begging to explode from your cock. You don't want to end up brainless bimbois like your sissy daughters, so you want to balance illicit indulgence with a modicum of control. That is, until they each wrap their lips around one of your plump, puffy nipples.
"Fuck. Mommy OOH feels like WHIMPER she's being MOAN milked!" More than that, it feels like you are getting your cock sucked as they kiss and nurse and lap at your stiff teats. Your breasts feel like they are filled to the brim with creamy cum, and every inch of the supple skin is more sensitive than your cockhead. It is only a matter of time before you end up shooting spurts of sissy spunk from your nipples into their greedy, guzzling mouths.
"Mmmm I thought SUCK that was a MMPH myth!" Jaime coos as she nurses another load from your tits. You thought it was a myth too...that if a sissy went long enough with out getting another sissy's spurts or stud's seed flooding their hungry holes, they can actually leak cum from their swollen nipples as well. There is something to denying yourself all the pleasures of your femmey flesh after all. If you hold out long enough, you can explore new depths of erotic endeavors...and then spend a long weekend getting your holes stretched and filled and fed.
"OOOH Enough. Lie back on the bed and Mommy will kiss you all better." They scramble to obey, still giggling like schoolgurls. You start with their mommy milk glazed lips, licking and sucking them clean before taking turns letting first Jaime, then Daisy nurse on your tongue before turning their heads towards each other, so they can make out and moan while you kiss your way down their trembling flesh. When you get to their swollen sissy shafts, already sticky and wet with pre spurts and each others slobber, you pause to really, REALLY enjoy that woefully wonderful moment of just waaaaaiting. Taking every second to savor their beauty, before finally bringing your lips to them. You linger, hovering so close, like that magic moment before a kiss, not daring to breathe...
And then you start making out with Daisy's sissy clit, while slooowly stroking Jaime's. Your throat tingles and your tongue sizzles against her thick shaft. You bob fast and deep, feeling her cock throb and swell and close to cumming, and your throat feeling like it might cum too...and then you pull off with a wet PLOP and start doing the same to Daisy. You feel surprisingly powerful and in control as you set the pace and can raise or lower the rate of her heartbeat thudding against the walls of your throat by sucking a little softer, or a little sloppier. Far from being the submissive one in this trio, they lie helpless before you, with less control over you than a dildo. You pull off Jaime's junk and lick your lips, knowing they are ready to burst.
"Let's make this interesting, who ever cums first loses. Winner gets to fuck Mommy's ass, loser gets to fuck theirs." You crush both sissy clits against each other and stroke one in each land while flicking your tongue against both at the same time. You lap up so much creamy, dreamy precum, that you almost start to drift away, but you manage to focus on teasing them instead of getting lost in your own pleasure. Both taste ready to burst. You wonder who will get to fuck you, and how that will reflect your relationship going forward?
You feel one shaft begin to spasm and spurt. We have a loser, but who is it?
[[Jaime cums first->jaime first]]
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You can't believe you ever wasted time going to school and studying and working long hours to make a future of even more stress and pointless toil. Instead you follow the old cliche, if you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life.
...
"That's right porno piggy princesses and wanna be whimpery wankers, it's time for Shrink Wrapped Sissy Bois! The only live spurt where loser incelebrities are immortalized as they are covered every inch in rubber as I tease and torment them and fill them with so much porn pork in their throat and cunt that they look ready to burst. Watch them whimper and beg to be transformed so they can feel my pornflesh inside them. Who knows, maybe a condom will break? And if my real paypig porn pumpers send enough tips, I'll give you the address and time the next time we film this and you can be the rubber bitch next time."
...
You stroke your sissy shaft as you watch yourself on your phone while Lexi sets up your next scene. You still remember how the lil' commie creeper finally broke down in "Porno Piggies POV PPV"
...
"That's right you lil' virgin vixens. Slip into your sister's slutties pair of silk panties and edge your assholes with my silicon sculpted sissy shaft dildo, available only on my PayPiggy Bank Marketplace. Out of money, don't worry, we offer the most predatory financing available. Jerk your future awaaaay." The camera steadily pulls in on your pulsing shaft as you purr and plug your selection of plugs, and casts of your sissy cunt and your patented throat light. Eventually it fills the screen so all you can see is a throbbing vein as sucking sounds provide the score. In a matter of seconds the camera shift to reveal Alexi shifting into porn princess Lexi. "Mmmm see, porn piggies? Even the camera cuck had to get in on the action. So keep hitting that donate button. Hit it hard enough and you could be next."
...
The best part is that you make more money as a porn mogul than you ever would have with some mountain of student debt and a degree that helps you land a lucrative career at Starbucks. Since you own the means of production and your sissy film producer piggy is hypnotized by his porn goddess, you keep a nice slice of the profits but be sure to give a fair share to all the spin off sissies that keep your network throbbing and thriving. Even your dear old dad is proud of you, especially since you transformed her into your sissy mommy in "Sucking off 'Step'-Dad and getting fucked by 'Step' Mommy".
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"SLURP mmm you taste so LICK good, SUCK 'Step' Daddy. I almost hope you don't KISS transform." The camera pans between your really real Daddy's conflicted face and your 100% certain countenance as you slide your plump porn pucker up and down his Daddy dick. "I SLURP have to call you my SUCK 'Step' Daddy for the MMMPH censors, but I think all my SHLLP porn pumper gooner gurls KISS know what I really MOAN mean." The camera captures your daddy's dick throbbing and exploding inside her mouth and quickly cuts between a three angle shot of him blossoming into a sexy shemale mommy. It only takes her a few moments to compose herself and punish her naughty sissy daughter for making her a porn milf. First with a shuddery, spurty spanking, and then with a punishing pussy pounding.
...
Yes, it's like your life is one big porno movie. You're eternally beautiful, with impossibly tight yet strechy porn holes, and an endlessly erotic yet stupidly simplistic plot that never gets old. And the best thing about living out a porno every day? They all finish with a...
Happy Ending
(Ending 2: Porno Slut)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You cry out in ecstasy as Daisy fucks you hard and fast, making you moan even louder than any of the sissies you heard her pounding while you listened from the top bunk stroking your cock. You used to be so jealous of Daisy then, little did you know it would feel so much better to be the newborn bimboi being fucked hard and fast. You can't believe how good it feels...not just the pure physical sensation of more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible radiating from your sissy cunt and flowing through your body like white hot liquid love. It's the filthy fun of being so completely and utterly dominated...being reamed like a bitch in heat...your body nothing more than a toy for a bratty bitch to play with...and you love it.
"That's exactly OOH what I was hoping you'd NNH say! I AAH always wanted a little MOAN sissy pet to work out all my GRRR aggression on!" SMACK Daisy begins spanking you in time with her shuddery thrusts, sending stinging, sweltering waves of painful pressure causing your clit to shoot sissy spurts with every brutal, blissful blow. "Gonna OOH humiliate you...use AAH you...share MOAN you...all for my EEEE amusement!" You aren't sure which of you is more excited at the sound of that, but you both cum gushing gallons, you all over your stomach and chest, and Daisy deep inside your sissy cunt.
You fall back against her, the sissygasms that shook you down to rubble now receding into little aftershocks leaving you feeling like sticky sweet jelly. You feel so melty and mindless, but doubts begin to creep in as the pleasure fades. Daisy seems to sense something, and surprisingly, maybe even to herself, she turns your head and claims your lips with her own. Her hot lips melt away any doubts you might have had and you suck on her tongue like a pacifier. Let her hurt you, let her humiliate you, let her share and shame you...as long as she kisses it all better after. "Mmph good pet."
With that she slides you to the floor, her cum already leaking from your cunt to the tile below. "Be a good pet and clean your mess." You look up, blushing and knowing she doesn't mean with a paper towel. Swallowing what little pride you have left, you run your tongue across the floor and scoop up every last drop you can find. At first you are hesitant, the floor is filthy and tastes foul, but you also find the debasement oddly exciting, and you feel a perverse sense of pride in serving your owner even as she shames you. It's a heady cocktail of mortification and a warped sense of accomplishment, and by the time you taste the scrumptious semen chaser, you are hooked for life. The floor is clean enough to eat dinner off of in seconds, though you suspect dinner will be more of the same.
"Dios mio, Brandi, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen! Usually I scare sissies off because I play too rough, but I have a feeling I won't have that problem with you, will I, girl?" If someone had told you yesterday the happiest moment of your life would be your sissy roommate ruffling your hair and talking to you in the singsong sweet tones you use with a dog, you probably would have punched them. Instead you happily nod and nuzzle her hand, licking it and her leg as he giggles giddily. "Eeee! You are just toooooo cute! Sit here...STAY! Your doggy mommy has a surprise for you."
You beam broadly and happily sit with your bubble butt on the ground, your knees to your side and your hands planted on the floor between them. You know, like a good dog waiting on her person to get back. You have stopped counting the things you never ever in a million years would have thought you'd end up doing, especially because you never imagined you could feel this loved...or this head over heels in puppy love. Your puppy prick is hard and throbbing as you wait for your person to get back with your surprise. Does she have a bone for you to bury...hopefully inside you? Is she going to make her toy squeak? Is she going to take her good bimboi bitch out for a walk?
What is her suprise?
[[Your person is taking you for a walk->walk]]Candi stands over you just radiating arrogance and arousal, and you have to admit, looking up at her from all fours, it is a good look on her. She looks so cruelly, captivatingly confident. She looks so dangerous...and desirable. She looks so...so...top heavy.
"Well, are you gonna apologize to my cock with your throat? Or am I gonna have to go all sodomy and gomorehump on your a-EEP!" You lunge from your position on all fours using your knees to springboard your shoulder into her soft stomach. Candi cries out and falls back gasping for air. You let gravity do the rest, your body weight crushing your shoulder deep in her stomach, leaving her struggling for air and pinned helplessly to the mat.
"OOOOONE!"
The loudspeaker blares out the beginning of the three count. It startles you, giving Candi just the leverage she needs to squirm free from you and spring up on all fours. You try to reposition, but she is on you in a second, grabbing your arm and pulling it behind you while planting her foot firmly on your head and pinning you painfully to the ground. This leaves your ample ass exposed to her hard hog sliding between your cushiony cheeks and against your tight, tingly hole.
"Tee Hee. You took me by surprise, lil' baby bitch, but I'm like totes bout to fuck the sissy spurts out of you and there's nothing you can do about it. After I make you sploosh, I get to do whatevs I want to you...while...everyone... watches!" You can feel her spongy sissy cockhead pressing insistently against your all too eager asshole. You know your body will betray you the moment she slides inside you, and that it will only be a matter of time before she forces the cum out of you with her fat fuck stick.
But there is something Candi doesn't know about you, something that can turn the tables in your favor.
[[You have more experience than you first let on.->u have more experience]]You answer immediately, but not with words. You wrap your lips around hers and slide your tongue in her mouth. Mid moan you slip your shaft between her supple cheeks and into her ass. She makes a surprised squeal, and her brow furrows fetchingly as she looks at you with her deep blue doe eyes, as if asking if you've thought about what you're doing. You don't have to think about it, because it just feels right.
Annabelle doesn't second guess you, she's too busy sucking on your tongue and sucking your shaft deeper into her cunt, squeezing both so hard you'd swear she wants to keep them. You don't second guess it either. You don't have to. You don't want to love her halfway, 99.99% of her kiss wouldn't be nearly enough, and when it comes to her warm, wet...heart, you don't want anything between it and your pulsing, pounding...heart.
"God...it's just NNGH like I dreamed AAH it would be! Thank EEE you! Oh, Brian, you're NNGG gonna MOAN make YIP meEEEEEEEEEE!" Annabelle wraps her arms around you, grinding against your groin and kissing you so deep you worry you might suffocate. You kiss her back even harder, sticking your tongue so deep down her throat that she spurts even harder. You feel like she is going to suck the cum straight from your balls the way she keeps rolling her hips to slide her hungry hole around your shaft in slick, slurping spirals.
But you don't cum, not yet. You can't. Even though it's taking everything you have to hold back. You are tensing every muscle you have to the breaking point. Your skin shines with sweat and your body burns with lust. It's the most agonizing and erotic experience of your life, and of course your little bad babydoll is doing everything in her power to get you to surrender. She tickles the tip of your tongue with hers, pulls your hands to her ripe, juicy pert peach shaped breasts knowing you can't resist squeezing the moans out of them, and uses her ass to produce a masterpiece on your skin flute, but somehow, you still hold out.
You can't let go, not yet anyway. This might be your last time to fuck her as a boi, or you suppose if you don't get infected that makes you a stud. So bimboi beta or alpha male, either way the old you dies and a new you is born. Maybe that's the way it has to be. Maybe you need to cast off your shell of fear and shame and burst free a beautiful phoenix. Whatever you become, it will be better than a ball of reluctance or regret.
"Oh OOH my MOAN God...I'm NNGH gonna...EEEEEEEEE!" Annabelle cries out as a second climax rips through her small, succulent frame. You could get used to this, feeling like a stud with your dainty doll bouncing on your lap, even if she does have a bigger cock than you. As long as you can make her quiver on your cock like she is right now, you will feel plenty well endowed. All you have to do is hold on for dear life and resist your body begging you for release.
Then again, maybe release is just what you need. Maybe you would enjoy being a smol sissy like Annabelle. You could dress up like sisters and take turns being tops until you both get tired of not being the bottom bitch and go hunting for a real studly bear or dommy mommy to fuck you into bed at night and tell you sticky sweet bedtime stories.
Or why go looking for a sissy mommy when you can become one? Letting your lil' gurl nurse on your juicy mommy melons and sucking the cummies out of her cock and spanking her ass red and fucking it raw when she's naughty. Heh, maybe you can do that when she's good too, if she begs you nicely enough.
Whatever you are becumming, it's going to happen soon. Annabelle is sucking on your neck so sweetly and her cunt is sucking your cock so hungrily. Any second you are going to fill her her with your seed and will blossom from that seed...
But what will you becum?
[[An adorable little fuck doll->adorable lil fuck doll]]
[[A sexy sissy mommy->sexy sissy mommy]]This bimboi bitch got you drunk and dizzy and lured you into her siren slot. She influenced you, intoxicated you, and infected you. Then she slept like a baby bitch, unburdened by conscience or care. She's such a short sighted, stupid sissy slut. Sure, she made you into a living bimbo blow up doll, but she also grew your cock to a massive meat missile. And you intend to punish her with it.
You shift ever so slightly, so that your hatred filled, hard cock is pressed against her defenseless hole. You push in sloooowly, even gently, resisting the overwhelming urge to grudge fuck her, for now at least. Instead you slip softly, letting her think this all still a beautiful, buttfucking dream. "Mmmm. Yes, Daddy, fuck mmh your mmm failure faggot son."
You almost cum just from hearing her pathetic sleep talking. Daisy always acted like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, that is when she wasn't moaning around a real man's hard cock. In fact, you heard around school that she never bottomed for a sissy before. You get a wicked smile, and a plan to incept this infectious incest loving bitch forms in your head.
You crush against her back, your nipples so hard you're surprised they don't break her skin, then you wrap your soft lips around the outside of her ear and whisper, "It's not Daddy anymore, Daisy. Don't you remember? Your fairy father is as much a fail fag as you. I fucked my sissy son, and she turned me into her sissy mommy. Now I punish you with my mommy meat every morning!" You thrust a little hard, just enough to make her yelp a little, but not enough to wake her.
It feels like an eternity waiting to see if it took, but in fact it takes less time than you take to draw in a breath before Daisy is bucking back against you and rocking her hips to fuck herself on your hard cock, mewling, "Yessss mmmmommy fuck your naughty lil gurl..."
You don't waste another second being gentle or worrying about waking her up. Your girl cock feels like it's throbbing full of heavenly, horny hate and molten bliss just waiting to explode like an a-bomb inside her. You piston inside her like a jack hammer, spanking her ass and feeling her cunt clench down on your pulsing prick with every stinging slap. "Ooooh MOAN huh? Whu? WHIMPER Wait...Brian?! What are you OOH doing?!"
"What's the matter, don't you want Mommy to punish you for being naughty?" You spank and her ass and watch it shudder around your cock as it fills her again and again. She squirms as if to pull off, but you grab her breasts and knead them brutally and pull back into you. She still tries to pull away, but not as urgently. Then you use your free hand to pull her head toward yours, clamping your lips down over her moaning mouth and tongue fucking her throat. She moans and whimpers and squirms some more, but this time to buck back against your cock.
She breaks the kiss with an anguished whimper, futilely pouting, "But...I've never let a sissy WHIMPER fuck me!" She only thrusts back harder after the admission, as if the shame of surrender only turns her on more. You spank her again, then knead her doughy ass while you fuck it, fueling the fires of her confusion between humiliation and horniness. Then you spank it again....grope again...and slam into her harder.
"That's right. Lil' Miss Bad Bitch always had to be on top with the sissies. Why? So you could pretend you weren't just as much as a fail fag as them?" You keep fucking her, your hips aching as you pound her into the bed even as she tries to hump back into you. You want so badly to release the flood of pure, propulsive pleasure pulsing in your prick, but you NEED to put her in her place, and break her down until she loves you for how thoroughly you've ruined her.
"No...I'm a top...I don't...Dios mio! Cogeme, mami!" You don't need Google translate to know she is begging you to fuck her harder, and you plan to give her exactly what she's begging for and more. You grab her long, shiny black hair and pull her head all the way back. You hold her in this position as you use all the force you can muster to ram into her so hard her entire body quivers and quakes. She looks up at you with a mixture of white hot hatred and desperate lust. You've never seen her look so beautiful.
PTOEEE
You kiss her face with a wad of spit and continue your barrage of blows and pummeling her pussy with your prick. Something snaps in her, she is too humiliated...and too horny...she can't fight it anymore. In a final act of sweet surrender, she laps up your spit with her tongue, then licks her lips. Then, you lick her lips, exploding inside her and cumming so hard it feels like you might burst. She sucks on your tongue as you continue to swell and spurt inside her. It feels so much better than anytime you ever came as a man, and you've never had a girl this hot, sissy or not, kiss you so passionately.
Being a sissy might not be so bad...in fact, it might be the best thing that ever could have happened to you. You pull Daisy off your mouth by her hair, and drag her over so she can replace your tongue with your cum covered cock. She doesn't even resist, greedily devouring your dick and getting you hard and hungry for round two. Yes, being a sissy definitely has its perks. You suppose you should forgive Daisy. Then again, it will probably be more fun to keep punishing her...and it's beginning to look like she might prefer the rough stuff.
The question is, forgiveness or more punishment?
[[More punishment, obviously!->more punish]]You don't dare risk infection by sucking his cock that could shoot at any moment and slip down your throat before you can spit. You also can't leave your friend hanging after getting him so hard it hurts to look at his prick. You don't want to feel his massive meat missile spread your ass, or at least you don't WANT to want to, but it's the lesser of two evils...and you feel so devilish.
You crawl up on his lap, feeling so small and fragile with his sizable shaft sitting between your supple cheeks. His breasts crush against your chest making your own nipples throb needily against his. You feel so vulnerable, so strangely sexy. Since you are doing him a BIG favor, you decide to ask for one yourself. "Uhm this is kind of awkward to ask for...but can I play with your tits while you fuck me? And can you say sweet things and take your time if it hurts too bad? And maybe give me a little kiMMPH MMM SHLLP"
Drew answers your last question by pulling you into a kiss. His lips are thick and so soft, but his kiss is far from it. You can see why the bimbois and girls melt for him. His mouth is so hot, his lips lock around yours so insistently, and his tongue wrestles yours making you love to lose to it. You start to get into character of the slutty sissy boi you are pretending to be, sucking his lips and tongue and sliding your ass around his spit slicked shaft, lubing your pretty little hole as it plants puckering kisses up and down his cock. You almost forgot you asked to play with Drew's double D cups until he pulls your hands to them and presses them against your palms.
"You are the MMPH most beautiful LICK creature I have ever SSHLP seen...and you SLURP taste even better than you KISS look. Please, baby, please MMM let me fuck you." Drew's words have you melting in his mouth between kisses and on his hungry hands kneading your doughy cheeks. You wonder if this is how he seduces all his girls. You also wonder when you started thinking of yourself as one of his girls. You suppose it's because even with his fatty flesh filling your fingers, you just can't see him as anything but a guy when he kisses you so hard and talks so soft, and it feels less gay to get fucked by a guy if you are a girl.
Drew looks at you with hurting, hungry eyes, and although you know it will hurt you, you nod bashfully, hoping to help take his hurt into you and cure it with your hot hole. You moan, "Please remember to be gentle" as he lifts your ass up and aims his wide mushroom head against your tiny, tight virgin hole. Your spit and sweat along with the lubricated rubber help it slowly stretch your asshole well past the point you would expect it to snap like an old rubberband. The pain is intense, but it is blunted by your druggy daze and Drew's dreamy kisses. He breaks your kiss and a stream of weak whimpers fall from your parting, panting lips. Drew muffles your moans by pulling you face first into his milky mountains, letting you stretch your lips on his saucer sized nipples as he stretches your ass to finally fit his flared cockhead.
"OhfuckohfuckooOOOooooOohFUCK!" You let out a stream of unintelligible obscenities as gravity begins to do the work of filling you up with his thick cock. It seems like he never stops filling you. You slide slowly and suffering sweetly you ass feeling like it is being slowly filled with a baseball bat, but everytime your tiny cock bounces against Drew's soft stomach, it feels like you've hit a home run. The pain is making it better in a twisted way, like countless needles pricking your tender tissue then injecting an overdose of adrenaline and endorphins. By the time you are halfway down Drew's dick, your own cock shoots off untouched and sets off a chain reaction of internal combustion climaxes, sparking bigger and bigger until your body quivers and melts like sticky sweet ice cream all the way down until you feel his balls on your ass.
Sounding so convincing in your performance as a sissy slut that you fool yourself for a second, you whimper, "You don't OOH have to be NNGH gentle AAH anymore if you WHIMPER want to fuck MOAN me NNNH hard now." Drew smiles and starts to sloooowly slide you up his shaft. Your hungry hole squeezes tight around his shaft, wishing it could feel his hot muscle but settling for the synthetic coating. When he pulls you all the way off, he lets go, letting you slide down his fire pole feeling no resistance until you land in his lap. Your cock has shriveled and softened but somehow still spurts and sends shuddery spasms throughout your body. Your tongue lolls against his breasts and he pulls you up into a kiss as he lifts you up again and then SLAMs you back down.
"So NNF fucking GGH beautiful! So SHHLP sexy SUCK!" Drew drives his pulsing python up with his hips as he pounds you down with his arms. Anyone watching would see a slutty shemale fucking a bottom boi, but from the way Drew kisses you between bottoming you out and runs his hands all over your writhing waifish body, you know the truth: he is your man, and you are his girl, if only for the sake of this one time performance.
You feel like he is actually infecting you with something more insidious than the bimbug. He is reshaping your body, both in the literal sense as he saws swiftly and slickly in and out of your ass stretching it to fit him like a second rubber, and in a deeper sense, it's like he's teaching your asshole how good it feels to get fucked, how good it feels to get fucked. Your body thanks him again and again as the fiery friction becomes so entangled with the eruptions of ecstasy that they become one and the same. A screaming cry of blissfully brutal climax. You scream out, "Fuck me daddeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE! Fill MOOOAN me up! Make meEEEEEEEEE preggersssss!"
"Fuck NNGH here NNNH it AAAAH cums!" Drew stands up lifting you with him and begins jackhammering your cunt as he pulls and pounds you like a limp, loving ragdoll. You feel his cum flooding the reservoir of his rubber and wonder if it can hold. A part of you hopes it won't and that his infectious seed will make you the sissy his cock has already turned you into.
Does it hold?
[[The condom holds->the condom holds]]
[[The condom breaks->condom breaks]]You don't have a choice, as hopeless as it seems, your only chance is to put as much distance between you and the hung huntresses as possible. Knowing you will be surrounded in seconds if you head through the crossroads, you instead drive deeper into the wooded outskirts of campus. All you have to do is avoid detection despite the dead leaves all over the ground, out pace the pack if they happen to spot you, and find your way back to your dorm despite having a terrible sense of direction.
Your first step couldn't have gone any worse. You hear the SNAP of a dry twig followed by a shout, "HE'S OVER THERE! IN THE THICKET!" You take off running, not daring to look back, not thinking of where you are going as long as it is away from the cloaked cuties. You feel branches scratch your hands and cheeks as you plow deeper and deeper into the dark woods. You ignore the stinging pain, ignore the burning in your lungs and the tightness in your chest. You have to escape...you cannot let them catch you.
You are off to a better start than you have any right to expect. The cover of darkness makes you hard to spot and your pursuers' numbers work to your advantage as they make far too much noise following after you to pin point exactly where you are. Their cloaks and horns work against them as well. They do a bang of job of looking ominous as all Hell, but they sure do snag easily. You can still hear them hot on your trail, but you actually seem to be putting some distance between you and your pretty pursuers.
You don't know where you are running to or how you will find your way back even if you manage to get away from this harlot horde, but that's the least of your worries now. You keep zigging and zagging and through the trees, and it is starting to sound like some of the hedonistic horde is giving up the chase. After all, what's one escaped boi more or less on a campus full of them? If you can just keep running without dropping dead mid stride, you might just make it through the night without getting loved up and turned out.
Pain shoots up your legs like molten hot nails digging in deep and not letting go. Your lungs feel like bubble gum ready to pop into pink shreds. Every part of you hurts, every inch begs you to stop and lay down and just let your seductive stalkers just lay claim to your carcass and ride you until you're reborn as a beautiful bimboi. At least then you probably won't be so sore...but you won't give them the satisfaction of winning. Though, you suppose by running you've already failed their test. A real man would be chasing them down.
You are just about to collapse when you notice a notable absence of shrieks and footsteps. You keep moving forward, but you allow yourself to slow a little. You listen carefully, straining to hear over the sound of your own gasping breaths. A second passes...no steps. Another...no shouts...a full minute passes by...and nothing but your sweet sigh of relief. You did it! You beat the bimboi bitches at their own game. Now all you have to do is find your way home.
You start walking slower, more methodically, using your phone as a flashlight to see if you can find anything resembling a path. It just seems to get darker and darker, and you start to worry what happens if you can't find a way back. Then your light forms a flat circle and you realize you've hit a wall. A minute or two ago and that would have scared you to death. You definitely didn't want to end up with your back to the wall with those harpies from Hell hounding you. Now, the wall will be your salvation. You can follow it back to campus and sneak back to your dorm.
You allow yourself a little laugh to celebrate your close call. Then you hear something laugh back! "Tee hee! You run real fast, lil' bunny, but no one can outrun Annabelle!" Your heart is in your throat as you turn your light towards the chirpy, cheerful voice and see a beautiful cherubic faced cutie. Her ringlets of hair form a halo that looks to be spun of pure gold, her eyes gleam like saphires, her skin like porcelain...she is a living doll. Even her headdress holds to tiny round furry nubs. You almost forget this little angel is a devil come to drag you into Hell. She's small...even smaller than you. You could probably overpower her, but you how would you keep her quiet?
"Eeee! Did you know your nose scrunches up when you're scared?" The baby doll demon bounces over and boops your nose. You don't know whether to laugh or cry, so you let out a choked sound that is a little bit of both. Little black riding hood giggles, "Hee hee. Don't worry, cutie. I won't tell anyone I found you. I'll even help you get back to your dorm safe and sound and still a chaste lil' virgin. And all you have to do is kiss me. Kiss me good and strong and don't stop until I say so. Or I could always call my friends over. Tho' they're probably so pissed that you go got their spooOooOOOoky cloaks dirty that they'll just fuck you with their giant cocks until you go crazy. So, whichever sounds better to you...but I'm a real good kisser."
Now you know you're in trouble. This satanic succubus is promising you deliverance, but you suspect it will lead to damnation. She might be bluffing. Maybe her friends are all long gone. Maybe she's just as lost as you. It's a risk either way.
Will you kiss her?
[[Yes, but not where you expected->yes but not where expected]]You bounce up like a bunny rabbit and bolt upstairs as swiftly and silently as you can. You don't have a second to spare to look back and see if you were spotted, but you don't hear any footsteps or shouts follow you up the stairs or into your room. You close the door quietly and dive into your closet to change out of your soiled shorts. You hear the unmistakable sound of your father's heavy footsteps approaching and only have time to throw on a pair of old sweats before you hear the even heavier knocks.
BOOM BOOOOM BOOOOOM
You yelp and make your way to the door, noticing with a wince that these fit a little tighter than when you got them, highlighting another feature that favors your mother...your ample ass. You look helplessly back to the closet, hoping for just a few more seconds to change, but your father's booming voice bellows, "Aaron Archer! Open this door!"
You scurry over and fling the door open, trying to look casual and hoping your dad doesn't notice you're out of breath and blushing. As usual, he barely notices you and dismissively announces, "Took you long enough. Becca is going to be your baby-er caregiver for the evening. Before you start in again, I know your age as I just about bankrupted myself for your birthday party, but I also know that the last time I left you home alone overnight you ended up in the hospital getting your stomach pumped and I ended up paying a fortune in house repairs. So let's smile and be polite and remember Becca has my cell number."
You follow your dad downstairs wishing he referred to you as his 'innocent angel' to your face and not just when he's fucking your bimboi babysitter behind your back. You suppose he has a right not to trust you after you held a 300 plus dionysian orgy and got so drunk trying to work up the nerve to leave your room that you ended up in the ER, but you would argue you learned a lot from the experience and have grown a lot in the following three weeks. Regardless, you know better than to argue when it will just come down to his house, his rules, so you keep your mouth shut and a plastic smile plastered on your face and try to pretend that you can't smell your dad's dick all over her. "Hi...Becca is it? I'm Aaron. I'm sure we'll have 'fun' together."
You give her a suspicious glare, looking for any hint of her snitching on your peeping to your pops. Becca looks ironically innocent as she extends her hand and smiles, but not with her eyes, saying, "Meeeeee toooooo! I'm sure we will have a blast without getting into too much trouble." She shoots your dad a cheesy, conspiratorial wink as if the worst she has planned is letting you stay up past your bed time to watch a PG-13 movie then she sneaks a sultry, seductive wink at you like she plans something more XXX rated and hands on with you. From the strength of her grip as she squeezes your hand, you get the feeling she could do a lot with her hands and you don't know if you would be able to stop her...or want to.
You aren't sure which has you more worried. If she is as depraved as your dirty mind has imagined, you aren't sure you'll survive the night with your manhood intact, but with your luck she has a nervous tic and any advances will be unwanted, unrequited, and end with you grounded until you are thirty. You have gotten the not so subtle hint that tonight is a test of sorts to see if you can be trusted on your own ever again, or if you end up a house pet in your own home. As always, not content to leave even the most obvious statement unsaid, your dad says, "Let's keep it to no trouble at all. If Aaron can behave with supervision, maybe he can learn to do it without. If not, well there are less pleasant babysitters I could hire...and a lot less pretty."
You nod and smile sufficiently sincerely for your father's approval and Becca practically beams as she waves him goodbye. When his beamer backs out of the driveway, and he heads down the street out of sight, Becca slinks behind you and presses her bimbulge between your cheeks and squeezes the thiccness barely contained by your too-small sweats. You yelp and she giggles, "Hee hee. Did you wear these sexy pants for me or do you always dress like a slut?"
You turn on your heels, enraged and engorged and ready to tell her off, but she's already bored and heading to the kitchen, giving you a painful peek of her alluring ass as she sways seductively. You follow obediently, her intimidating aura and apple bottom ass more than command enough. You watch transfixed as she raids your fridge, bending over and arching her bewitching buttocks allowing a glimpse of the soft supple curves of her cheeks and a titillating tease of her thong. You ache, already hard again and struggling to hide your modest manhood in your too tight tights. She pulls out enough food for a feast and starts tearing into it with an appetite that's equal parts alarming and arousing. As if making casual conversation, she chirps between chews, "So you some SMACK kind of peeping pervert? Did you CHOMP cum in your panties watching GLOMMP me? Or were you drooling over your Daddy's dick?"
You turn beet red and feel the floor drop out from you as you try to think of an answer that won't make you sound like some kind of closet case sissy or daddy's boi bitch. It doesn't help that you don't know the answer yourself, not with all your fears and fantasies being so interminably interchangeable. Without any answer seeming wise, you resort to your tried and true tactic, smug snobbish sanctimony. "How dare you talk to me like that?! You're the help! I could have my father buy you as a pet or put you on the street for fun"
Becca cocks her head slightly and looks at you like she's trying to figure out what a sassy kitten is trying to tell her by acting out. She settles on shrugging, saying, "Have it your way, lil' buddy. I thought you might actually be cool and we could have the kind of fun we wouldn't be able to tell your Daddy about, but if you are gonna act like a prude, I'll be professional and treat you like the lil' tyke you are acting like." She looks equally unmoved by both options, and it's her dismissive disinterest that angers you more than her demeaning condescension.
You open your mouth to add on to your earlier threat, when she reaches from under the counter and brings out a huge, steel spiked leather paddle and SLAMS it down on the table. Your mouth still hangs open, but no words come out as Becca lays down the law. "I was trying to make this fun for you, but I don't put up with threats. So we'll make this easy for a spoiled brat like you to understand. You can apologize extra sweet with your cherry on top and I can teach you what being a bad bimboi is all about, you can be a good lil' boi and I'll make you tendies and let you watch cartoons and tell you a story before I tuck you in, or..." THWACK the paddle crashed down on the counter and you flinch. "Or you can keep acting like a brat and I can spank the naughtiness out of you."
You don't know what to say. You've never felt more incensed or terrified or turned on. With no time to think, you find yourself instincually replying...
[["I'm so so sorry!"->im so sorry]]You text Samantha who asks you to meet her downtown. You drive down as quickly as you can, your stomach in knots as you imagine what kind of recriminations she has in store for you. You wonder what Herculean task she will set before you, and hope it's only slightly less awful than scooping up holy horse shit.
You meet her at a cute cozy cafe and you feel a pang of guilt when you can't stop staring. She's wearing a simple breezy blouse and yoga pants and she looks so confident and cool that you wish she could fix your life instead of the other way around. You bite your tongue and buy her a coffee, you are shocked at how simple her request is. "I need a new name. I don't want to be Sam anymore and I sure as fuck don't want to be called Samantha. God, can you imagine what the catty cunts at the SJC would say if I introduced myself as Samantha?"
"Wow! All you need is a new name? I mean of course I'll help anyway I can, but why would they make fun of you at the SJC? Is that like a Sex and the City reference?" You realize the moment the words leave your lips that you must have said something spectacularly stupid. You wish you knew what caused Samantha to stare at you like literal shit was falling out of your mouth, but it takes her a minute to compose herself enough to respond.
Samantha finally says, "You don't...whoo boy. You are going to help all us poor bimbois and you don't even know that the SJC stands for the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs?! The preeminent resource for bimbois with no place to go?! What...did you really think I called the asshole who infected me as a party game to ask you to brainstorm names with me?! I need a legal name change, moron. The SJC can help me, but they give priority status to people that were manipulated or involuntarily infected. To do that, I need a statement from you or Slade accepting responsibility. Obviously, Slade said no, because he doesn't want to end up on the registry of predatory infectors, but I was hoping you would help me, and all the other bimbois by stepping up and taking responsibility so we can all benefit from the best the foundation has to offer."
You are floored. First off, you didn't know there was a Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs! It should make your efforts to help the people you infected a lot easier, but, as usual, there is a catch. If you accept responsiblity, you will almost certainly be labeled a predator, and who knows what that will entail. Then again, if you don't step up, you are making it that much more difficult for your victims to get help. You know what the choice you have to make is.
[[You need to take responsibility.->you need to take responsibility]]Samantha wears a smile like the cat that ate the canary, and her hungry eyes tell you that you are going to be dessert. She licks the last of her 'employee satisfaction' off her lips and gets up off her knees to greet you, "Good morning, mommy-minion. You are late, so that's one strike against you. Two more and I'll have to 'discipline' you in front of all your old crew. That would be soooooo humiliating, wouldn't it? Hee hee, I'll bet a sick lil' sissy like you is looking forward to it!"
You don't want to give her an excuse to flex her newfound authority over you, so you offer a meek, "Sorry, Ma'am, it won't happen again." Samantha looks almost disappointed that you didn't take the bait. She's used to being able to rile you up effortlessly, often when she wasn't even trying to. She looks at you with a soul searching squint, but you cannot tell if her gaze pierces your guarded, seemingly guileless grin.
"Ooooookay. We have more important things to do today than watch you whimper anyway. So, first things first, I have shown every employee my utmost appreciation for showing up to work early by letting them fuck my throat like an onahole. But there is one employee who hasn't been 'appreciated' yet. I wonder who can help me with that?" Samantha pulls out her swollen sissy shaft from her shorts. It is covered in sweat and sissy spunk from all the spurts she made sucking the crew's cocks. She waves it in front of you like a flag to a bull. You practice restraint again, even though you feel like your neck is about to split open from the strain. Somehow you manage to wait until she snaps, "Hey, stupid! That means you! Suck my cum covered clit! Now!"
"Yes, SLURP Ma'aMMPH SUCK SHHLP" You fall to your knees and wrap your pornstar plump lips around Samantha's spongy sissy clithead. It tastes even better for having stewed in its own juices under the hot sun. You decide to savor it, and to prolong your prima donna princess' pleasure. She moans lewdly and you melt a little. There is something so thrillingly taboo and twisted about showing your baby bimboi gurl this kind of love and affection. You know it's warped and wrong and wicked, but it feels so right. You can feel your darling daughter's pulse quicken as her dicklette throbs on your tongue. You slide up and down her sissy shaft in slow spirals, all the while looking up into her eyes with unguarded affection and unabashed arousal.
"Muh muh MOAN mommEEEEEEE!" Samantha surprises you, filling your mouth with sissy spurts just as you were getting warmed up. You are beginning to discover that when you actively choose to please a hard cock instead of shutting your brain off and going into autopilot like some busty bimbot, you can control the pace and regain a bit of power. You store your discovery away in your nugget of a noggin, and smile stupidly up at Samantha until she collects herself and snips, "That was...adequate. Now get up and follow me. We have to be on the lookout for anyone beating their deadlines so we can show our 'appreciation'. Which I suppose I have to spell out for you. It means they fuck our sissy cunts."
You nod obediently and smile radiantly. It's a little alarming how natural it feels. You wonder how much of this serene submissiveness was always inside you and how much is your seductive sickness. Either way, you have figured out the Three J's basic business model. Corrupt contracts, cheap materials, cutting benefits, and cum catching sissies. You begin thinking of ways to turn their system against them, but you don't get much time to plot before a brick layer bounds over to Samantha and shouts, "I finished PANT early! I want my PANT PANT reward!"
"Yessir! Let's just see your work and then me and my ASSistant will see to your reward." Samantha walks ahead of the sweaty, breathless builder and makes a seductive show of swaying her barely covered cheeks. You follow suit and you can hear his panting grow more hoarse and hungry. You can practically feel his eyes sliding up deep inside you. When you get to the foundation he's laid, it is among the sloppiest work you've ever seen. You can't imagine any legitimate building inspector would ever sign off on it. Then again, you doubt the new owners are relying on legitimacy to pass muster. They will probably bribe them with your money...or your ass.
Samantha doesn't know the first thing about brick laying, and ooh's and ah's over the speed of his work. "What a big, strong stud you are! You deserve a extra special reward!" She crushes her body against his and writhes wantonly against his hard body. He clearly isn't interested in foreplay and quickly has her turned around, bent over, and begins slamming his cock in and out of her cunt with speed and precision you wish he'd used in his work. For her part, Samantha is really putting her back into her work, thrusting her hips to slide balls deep on his shaft with every shuddery blow.
She gives you a needy look then barks at you, "Hey! ASSistant! Get your OOH ass over here and AAH assist my MOAN clit with it!" You reflexively begin to scamper over so that you can let her fuck your ass while a stud smashes hers, but then you hesitate for a moment. Why should you let your bratty bimboi offspring boss you around? You are bigger than her, and she sure isn't in any position to stop you from shutting her up with your swollen sissy shaft.
Will you back her up, or fuck her face?
[[Shut her up with your girlcock->shut up with girlcock]]
[[Back your ass up on her girl girth->back your ass up on her gurl girth]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/dream_s6TIFfCxY8llJ7vuKpNSpEw2_E2cIBIPlZNvfVM2uOsrW_image_0.jpeg">
You feel your dainty doll milking out a massive load from your throbbing manhood and your first instinct is to feed her more. You have never met a creature so captivating. So small, yet so filled with love it's a wonder she doesn't burst. So full...and yet so empty and needy at the same time. You know with 100% certainty that you want to be the one to fill her up and to wrap your warm body around hers so she'll never feel cold again.
The virus builds a new body based on this image. Your cock is the first thing to change, and you can tell Annabelle approves of the exponential increase to your length and circumference based on the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, her tongue lolls lustily, and she drools uncontrollably. The next changes make you want to drool. Your chest burns and tingles as your skin softens and stretches to accommodate the swelling into two massive milky mommy mountains. They feel so full and tight and you begin to wonder if that might suggest a mutation of some kind, but you lose your train of thought when the rest of your body begins to shift.
You grow at least a half foot, now towering over the half pint hotty still squirming on your shaft. Your body fills out, growing fuller and fleshier without growing fat. Your creamy curves are obscene and in the same instance, natural and nurturing. Your face has a serene strength that sits well on your new angelic allure. You don't look older exactly, just more mature. You don't appear aged, just self assured. Your body seems built for looking after a smol sissy sexpot like Annabelle, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Oh my God! Are you my mommy? Wait...sorry, I'm still a little dickdumb...mmm but I don't wanna pull off of this big fat mommy meat. Oh...sorry...I'm not 'sposed to call you mommy, am I?" Annabelle looks so adorable all flushed and foggy. You have heard that bimbois can lose cognitive capacity when they have an orgasm overdose, and you are pretty sure you are witnessing it's effects on Annabelle. You can tell she wants to be a sweet, polite little girl right now, but her bimbug infected body betrays her and brings out her basest instincts. She paws at your new breasts, squeezing them hard and pulling a thick jutting nipple into her moaning mouth.
It feels like having a dozen cocks all being sucked at once...no, better than that. It feels like your nipples are hard throbbing clits and she is making love to them with her warm, wet lips and talented tongue...no, even better than that. It feels like some profoundly pleasurable pressure building in your breasts and concentrated into diamond hard purity in your nursing nipples. And then it starts feeling even better..."MoMMPHy? You're SUCK SHLLP MMM makin' SHLPP SUCK MMPH milk!"
You heard about this phenomena too, bimbois so backed up from not getting regular feedings of cum from other sissies, studs, or bois that their body starts making a concentrated dose in their bursting breasts. Your overwhelming desire to nourish your needy, nubile naif must have caused a rare mutation that causes you to produce this 'mommy milk' whether you are getting 'fed' enough yourself or not. You are far from an expert in sissy mommy studies, so you don't know how much milk you can produce in a day, but you know you're not going to let this lovely leech unlatch her lips from your swollen spurting nipple until she's drained your overfull udders to a manageable level.
You start rolling your hips so that your thick cock reminds Annabelle's cunt to resume suckling your shaft as well. Your body feels like it is overripe and juicy and ready to split open and spill your sticky sweet nectar. You hold your darling baby doll tight, running your fingers through her hair and whispering, "That's my MNGH good girl. You can call me MOAN mommy if you AAH want, baby. As long as you OOOH feed on mommy's fat UNH titties and drink up AAH all of my cream."
Your wanting whispers push Annabelle over the edge. You hear her muffled moans of "MoMMMPHy!" from around your fatty flesh as she sucks hard and hungry, groping your breast with both hands to squeeeeze another sticky rope of sweet cream onto her tongue and down her throat. You feel your right breast grow less hard as it's drained of it's overwhelming orgasmic overflow. You plop it around Annabelle's shoulder and pull her lips around your still swollen left leaker. She greedily gulps and starts draining your delicious drips. You feel a surge of anty energy and you stand up with your thick mommy dick still balls deep in Annabelle's bubble butt. You walk her around the room, bouncing her up and down effortlessly why she hangs on to your seed shooting breast with both hands and an air tight seal and wraps her legs around your waist.
"That's my MOAN good baby NNGG girl. Get all OOOOH of Mommy's milk NNNNH out. Even if it takes AAAAH all night." You coo to your gurgling bundle of joy as she pulls out pulses of pure pleasure gushing giddily from your achingly hard nipple and cock. You are flooding her so full of fuckmilk that it dribbles down her cheek and drools from her ass. You can't believe you were full of so much cum, so many concentrated climaxes pooling in your sissy sack and massive milk bags. Still, seeing is believing. Annabelle has suckled so many mind melting orgasms from your breasts and balls that you can see her belly bulge. You unleash the largest load yet, a torrential rush of sublime splendor distilled into your sticky squirts.
"Mommeeeee. I URP feel so ULP full..." Annabelle is beaming, a vision of beauty with your creamy goodness dribbling down her chin. She sounds drunk and overfed, but you instinctively know how to help. Your body still warm with the afterglow of countless bimboigasms rushing through you all at once, you pull your doting doll's head on your shoulder and bracing her babysoft butt in one had, you pat her back with the other until she lets out a loud, lewd "BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!" and leaves a little sticky spit up on your shoulder.
You carry Annabelle to bed and lay her down, smiling down at her as she looks up at you with heavy-lidded, loving eyes. You chase down a little dribble of your milk with your tongue, and enjoying the taste, clean the rest of her flushed face and lush lips. Annabelle purrs and crawls back into your lap, resting her head between your mercifully milked, but still massive mommy pillows. She soon slips into slumber as you stroke her heavenly head. You look down at your dozing baby doe and wonder how long you can play mommy before things get too weird. You wonder how often you'll need to be milked and if you will even be able to attend class without finding a thirty thot before the lecture is over. You wonder if it will even matter as long as this perfectly petite pervy princess falls asleep in your arms every night.
You decide just before you drift away to dreamland that it's better that you don't know the answers yet. You are looking forward to the adventure and finding new questions more than you are in the answers. You wouldn't trade a dozen happy ending with no room for excitement and surprises. You don't even want to miss the pain, because you need that for growth...and you're growing for two now. No, as much as you longed for a happy ending, you'd much rather enjoy something new. Rather than The End, you find yourself enjoying...
The Beginning
(Ending 6: Mommy Milkies)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You never did get used to the constant humiliation and dehumanization you get exposed to on a daily basis. You spend more nights sleeping on the floor like a neglected pet than you do in your own bed. You get the 'honor' of waking up Daisy and her latest conquest with blowjobs and buttfucks more nights than you get blankets and a mattress. You hate to admit it, but you prefer the morning meal to the good night's sleep. Of course, Daisy never tires of hearing you admit it, often on camera to add to the endless hours of you debasing yourself for dick.
You have long given up on standing up for yourself or trying to salvage anything resembling a normal life. What's the point when virtually everyone you have ever known and everyone one you ever will know thinks of you as a brain dead bottom bimboi that gets off on being put in her place? What's the point when you crumple so quickly and surrender so sweetly? You remember the first time Daisy got so drunk at a sissy slumber party she dragged you to that she decided it would be Hee-larious to let you try and fuck her, and the laughter and scorn heaped on you when you were to nervous to get it up. Just another night at the bottom of a fuck pile and the butt of another joke.
Your last shred of hope was obliterated when your father came to take you home. Despite everything, the shame you brought to your family and ending the family line as an only child and a limp dick sissy, he still accepted you. He still loved you. He wanted to take you back home where he could protect you.
For one sweet second you believed you might have some kind of future beyond being everyone's punching bag and fuck doll. Then Daisy started licking her lips and before long she had seduced him, sucked him dry, and sissified her so that you were the one getting fucked by your sissy mommy. You really, REALLY regretted insulting her that way. Now you were the one with in an illicit incestuous affair everytime your sissy mommy came to fuck her sissy slut daughter and score with college studs.
You don't bother going to classes anymore. They always end with you getting caught blowing some stranger or getting buttfucked in front of the whole class when you bend over to pick up your pencil. Of course, you always get blamed because your reputation proceeds you, and to be fair, you do drop an inordinate amount of pencils.
And it's not like you have a future outside of porn, or as a sissy whore to bois that have to wear condoms and want to feel like a real man. You've had more than your fair share of that. Sissies especially seem to love to watch you struggle to get off before some pent up virgin fills his condom with his weak load. They know all too well that the more desperate you get for the sweet release of a mind melting sissygasm, the lower you will lovingly sink to get your fix. The things you've done to get a fat cock or thick clit to pound the cum out of you are so vile and depraved that they would probably get your story banned if someone submitted it for publication. The videos of it seem to circulate just fine however.
Still now that you've sunken as low as you can, at least you don't have to worry about things getting any worse. Then again, everytime you think that, Daisy and her friends come up with something so much more worse than you ever could have imagined. They told you they are taking you to a horse farm this weekend to learn how to ride, and from your experience at the kennel and the pig farm, you have a sinking feeling you will be riding bareback again.
The saddest, sickest part of your life now? You can't help but love every miserable moment of it. You suppose you will from now, until...
The End
(Ending 3: Coed Shame Slut)
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[[Restart!->continue]]Looking at the mischievous mirth in Ella's seed soaked smirk, you get a fiendishly friendly idea! Instead of kissing and playing nice like good girls, you can tell Ella exactly how you want her to bully you, and you can play naughty while still being nice to each other and staying in mommy's good book, and since Joy's good book is a pornographic pop-up, you want to keep her happy.
The first part of your pervy plan is easy. All you have to do is cover every inch of Ella's fetchingly flooded face with your lips and tongue while she does the same to yours. It happens without a word exchanged between you, but with lot's of meaningful moans and twisting of tongues. Ella naturally takes a bit more dominant posture, with you still straddling her lap and tilting your head back to allow her tongue full access to feed you mommy's milk. You submissively suckle her mouth muscle, letting her decide the pace at which she doles out your treats, and then you rabidly and ravenously clean her kisser and stick out your tongue. Ella wastes no time in devouring your seed and spit slathered delicacy and mommy beams as her beatiful bimboi daughters keep kissing well after their faces are shining and spotless.
The second part is the doozy. You have to admit to Ella, out loud, what you want her to do to you. You suspect she won't be the least bit surprised, but you still can't help but worry that she will think less of you. What if she decides you are too needy and mewly to play with and ignores you in favor of her new mommy? What if she decides to bully you all the time, and knowing your weakness for it, turns you into her shamefully subby sex slave? What if...what if you stopped wondering what could go wrong and focused on what could go right. After all, what makes the thought of Ella picking on you so hot is that deep down you know you can trust her and you want to share this side of you with her as well as all the sickly, sticky sweet stuff.
You put a finger to your luscious lips and take Ella by the hand, leading her to the guest room you'll share with her. You close the door behind you and touch your head to hers, whispering kissably close, "Ella, I'm so glad you're staying with us! I wanted to ask...well, I was wondering...I mean feel free to say no, but..." you can see Ella's eager eyes grow more and more desperate with desire, but still she waits patiently for you to find your words. It's that inner strength and soulful softness that gives you the confidence to spit out, "I want you to bully me! Like as a game...but you, know, a sex game."
"Oh my God, {sissy4}! How do you keep getting cuter?! How can I not bully the needy little nerd that asked me to play a 'sex game' with her? Just remember, your safe word is Gilgamesh, perfect for a gay geek girl like you..." You blush and Ella pushes you forcibly against the wall. You are so turned on by the sudden show of force that you try to steal a kiss, but she pins you firmly and taunts, "Aww...little wimpy whimpers wants a widdle kiss? Alright then, close your eyes..." her tone is so sweet, yet sarcastically so. It has you racing along a razor's edge between wanting her to keep torturing you, and knowing you'll beg for release before it's over. In the meantime, you do what Ella tells you to and close your eyes, waiting on a kiss you know isn't coming. You do get a wet, warm explosion against your lips, as Ella spits on your face and coos, "Lick it up loser, show me how much you love your bully bimboifriend."
"Oh God, Ella I LAP love you so SLURP much!" You blush brightly as you realize how desperate you sound, but that only makes it more humilicious when she laughs and spits on you again. It feels even more like a kiss this time, and you stretch your tongue out to lick up every last bit. Her spit sizzles on your tongue and you can't resist rubbing against her, sliding your pantied prick up and down her perfect legs, tongue lolling, waiting for another wet 'kiss'...
"Pathetic..." Ella sneers, stepping back as she releases her grip on you and causing you to fall face first into her swollen shaft, straining against her sailor short shorts. She grabs your hair and rubs your face against her girl girth. You moan and slobber against her suede sheathed cock, and she walks backwards, giggling ghoulishly as she leads you in circles around the room, taunting, "Aww, does the little slut puppy want to suck my cock? If you do, you have to beg me real nice, promise not to spurt when I fill you so full of cum you slosh when you walk, and swear to be my suck slave anytime I want!"
Ella plops down on the bed and pulls out her pretty pink prick. It's the smallest you've seen on a bimboi so far, but it's still at least a few inches bigger than yours. She looks so silly, dressed lile Little Lord Fuckmerough with her cherubic, cheery face and smol size bullying you so effortlessly. Maybe that's why you are crawling towards her after fighting off and fucking up much bigger, badder bullies. It's even more degrading, and so much more delicious to submit to a soft sweet switch than a strong studly sadist. You kneel and look up, tears of joy and frustration in your eyes as you beg, "Please let me suck your cock, Ma'am! I need it so bad! You're so much better than me...I just have to serve you! I swear I won't cum! I don't care if I ever cum again as long as you make me your suck slave!"
Ella smiles and motions for you to proceed. She has a slightly sadistic sparkle in her eye, as if she is considering taking you up on her offer for real, and you aren't entirely sure you wouldn't go along with her. You crawl between Ella's legs and feel her thighs tighten around your head as she feeds your her tubesteak. All you can do is keep your mouth open and your tongue sliding underneath her shaft as she slides it deeper and deeper. Being surrounded by her soft skin and surprisingly strong muscle makes you feel so weak...so helpless...so horny...so safe. You eagerly engulf her enormous erection, until your nose is buried in her soft stomach and your tongue lapping at her soft, salty sweet sack.
"Remember, NNG nerd. It's a privilege to worship MOAN my prick, so you NNGH better not AAAH cum when I NNNF impregnate your throat!" Ella bullies and berates you, making you want to prove yourself worthy even more desperately while making it that much harder not to cum as she begins to furiously face fuck you. Her thick, throbbing tool plunges hilt deep again and again, setting off your needy nerve endings and sending spurt signals to every cell in your body. Nothing has ever hurt as bad as how good it feels to get choked out and throated by your bimboi bully bestie. You would take another fist to the face if it meant you got to cum right now, and deep down, you know Ella wouldn't think less of you if you did...but that just makes you want to prove you are strong enough to submit.
Then it hits you like a throatful of cum, you are stronger for having accepted and exploring your desires. You have more than proven you can stand up for yourself and survive. Now you can prove you are strong enough to surrender...to share...to love. Then it hits you, a literal throatful of cum...followed by a mouthful...and then a faceful...painting you in Ella's ejaculate as she moans and melts and sounds so sweet you almost forget you aren't allowed to join her. It takes every fiber of will you have, and your muscles are clenched so tight you fear they'll snap and you'll fall flailing to the floor like a fuck puppet with broken strings, but somehow you hold on.
Ella smiles down lovingly at you, no longer able to keep up the bit, and you are more than willing to taste more of her sweet side. You close your eyes and part your lips...and hear, "What did I tell you two about playing nice?" Joy stands over you both, looking worse than mad...disappointed. "I could hear you bullying poor little Amy, Ella! What do you have to say for yourselves?!" You are scared stupid by Joy's less than playful tone and stern demeanor. You aren't sure if she'll be less disappointed if you fess up that you literally begged to be bullied, or if she will be disgusted with you. You don't know if you are ready to be all the way honest with 'mommy', but if not now, when will you be?
Will you fess up, or blame Ella?
[[You decide to fess up, and Mommy 'fun'ishes you both.->you fess up and mommy funishes you both]]"NoooOOOoOooooOOOOH!" The proud queen of the hunt cries out while she cums, coating her cloak with a white flag of surrender as she quivers uncontrollably. You keep pounding away, feeling her cunt squeezing your shaft like it's starving for your seed. She bucks back, desperate and drooling and forgetting her dignity and regal stature to rutt and snort while you fuck her until you feel close to cumming again.
Then, you pull out and give her ass a solid SMACK before turning to the cloaked crowd and snarling, "Which one of you sluts is next?" They forget the rules of this hunt, and instead of chasing you, they scamper every which way. You don't care. Your name ain't Ash and you don't have to catch 'em all. You just have to catch the next one and the next and the one after that. Your next victim is a gimme. She trips on her own cloak before she can escape the crossroads, and you are on her in seconds.
"Wait! I just wanted to rape bois a little! I'm a top!" You recognize Pinkie, a tempting thirst trap with long pink hair that constantly wears her namesake color in clothes so tight you could draw her nipples from memory. You could also sketch her sizable shaft, which, along with her reputation as a boi fucker and sissy maker, is why you always steered clear of her. Now you've got her right where you want her, and the rules are clear, as long as you catch one, you get to do anything you want to one of these stags turned does.
You part her plump cheeks and sink inside her pink hole, she feel so warm and welcumming inside. She moans and blushes and coos and curses, "Fuck OOH you, you NNF fucking NNGH faggot! I'll break AAH you, breed YELP you, make MOAN you my YIP YIP bimboi bitch!" For all her tough talk, she thrusts back against your hammering hips even harder than Maeve did. You start spanking her ass and pulling her hair back so you can spit in her furious face. Far from fighting you off, which she should be able to do easily, she sticks out her tongue to catch your loogie and laps it up lustily.
"Fuck MOAN me! Fuck WHIMPER me! Fuuuuuuuck meeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!" Pinkie screams and spurts even more violently than Maeve did, and like Maeve, you leave her hungry and angry and aching for more. You'll worry about her revenge or round two of her ravishing later. For now you have horny little whores to hunt. You pull out of Pinkie, give her a hard, hot kiss to let her know you don't have any hard feelings and leave her feeling lost and longing and licking her lips.
The rest of the sissies have scattered to the winds. There are no cloaks in sight, but all you have to do is follow the sounds of loud crashing steps and low, needy moans. It's almost as if these wanton witches were waiting for this to happen. They only pretended to be the pursuers to prompt a real predator to hunt them. They were practically 'prey'ing for it. You find one hiding under a bench, like a little kid hiding under the bed. Little does she know...that's where the big bad wolf looks first.
"I'm sorry! I'm SLURP sorry! Oh SHHLP please don't rape MMPPH me MMMM mister! Don't make LICK me KISS suck SLURP your LICK cock!" A blonde bombshell bimboi you think is named Barbie or Brandi or Bambi starts swallowing your sword while begging you not to make her. She sounds so helpless and horny that you are almost tempted to let her off easy. Then you see the glimmer in her eyes, that sadistic sparkle that gives her away. You clasp at her wrist as she tries to slip a finger up your ass. No doubt she thinks she can show you it's better on the other side. She's wrong. You'd turn down the best orgasms in the world just to keep seeing the looks on these lovely ladies' flushed faces as you dominate them and deep dick them with your barely average cock.
"GLUG GUH GLLG!" Barbranmbi makes a good point. You should erupt in her slutty mouth. It's been wicked, warped fun denying them the satisfaction of catching your cum and dashing their hopes of infecting you, but it will be even more fun to start filling them with your superior stud seed. You let go of Bambranbie's wrists and grab her by her golden locks and start face fucking her furiously. Once again, the bratty bimboi talks tough, but with her mouth full all she can do is moan around your manhood, milking you thirstily.
She sprays your shirt with her sticky spurts as she jerks you off with her throat. You let go, letting loose what feels like at least a dozen denied orgasms all exploding euphorically at once.
You toss your head back, and...
[CURRENT ROUTE END. TO BE COMPLETED IN FUTURE]
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[[Restart!->continue]]You are waiting in bed, relishing the thought of having your slutty sissy daughter squirming sleeplessly all night as she tries to resist the urge to beg you to fill her hungry holes. However, she comes into your room wearing a tight red corset that pushes out her beautiful breasts, matching silk stockings that caress her shapely legs, and crotchless panties that frame her fuckable ass nicely, and you get the feeling she doesn't plan for you to get sleep either. You give her a not so friendly warning, "Don't forget, I can punish you even worse than I already have if you try to tease me."
Samantha has that mischievous mirth twinkling in her eye as she coos, "But this is what I sleep in every night. Would you prefer I slept naked? With my soft, supple skin pressed up against your hard...huge...uhm mattress?" She stops herself short of being too explicit, but she's about as subtle as the graffiti on a bathroom wall. Still, you are curious to see how far she can go without crossing the line. You won't admit it to her, but you are enjoying the little game she is playing, and since you make all the rules, you win either way.
"This is fine for tonight, but from now on I will pick out all of your outfits. Now get to bed." Samantha smiles slyly and crawls into bed on all fours, giving you a good view of her heaving breasts and arching her back to show off her alluring ass. She clearly intends to make you feel as much a prisoner of being locked out of her hot holes as she is for having them locked up. The bed is a sprawling California King, but of course she cuddles up right next to you as she slips under the covers. She moans softly as she rubs her ass against your cock and brings your arms around to wrap around her breasts. "What did I just say?"
Her voice goes all sing song and exaggeratedly child-like, "I'm sowwy, Daddy. I just wanted to cuddle befowe bed. You still wuv me, don't you?" Her asshole is tightly locked up, but her bare cheeks are free to slide around your cock as she hotdogs your swollen sausage. She can't quiet her desperate moans and wanting whimpers. Her nipples are so hard in your hands that you almost think they might break your skin. Your cock is so hard between her cheeks that you almost think you might break the solid steel lock protecting her pussy, but it and you hold steady.
You take a moment to compose yourself so she doesn't hear you panting for her and growl, "If you don't stop that right now, you are going to spend the night wishing you did." The moment the words leave your lips you know that Samantha will absolutely continue teasing you. Ever since she was a little boi, she had to test you when you gave her an ultimatum. Maybe that's partly why she continues to play these little games with you, knowing she always loses. Maybe she thinks you like it when she misbehaves and gives you an excuse to punish her. Maybe she's right...
"Sowwy, Daddy. I'll just roll over so I'm not bothewin' you none." She turns and crushes her soft breasts against your hard chest and slides her hand down between your legs and starts stroking your cock. She looks deep in your eyes with a look of mock innocence and mischievous lust and whimpers, "It's okay if I give Daddy's dick a hug goodnight, wight Daddy?"
You've had more than enough for one night. You scoop her up in your powerful arms and carry her downstairs, kicking and squealing with giddy, guilty glee. You ignore her panting pleas and pouty protestations and take her to the garage where your favorite toy is waiting for her...the Box. You place her in the pitch black coffin shaped box. It is lined with bulletproof glass on every side. Behind the clear impenetrable barriers are screens playing porno on a nonstop loop and piping pheromones into the painful prison. She lets out one last pitiful, futile cry, "Pwease, Daddy, I'm sowwy!"
You close the casket as she squeals and screams. She will spend the night straining and crying while surrounded on all sides by pure, perfect porn all while being locked up in hopeless longing lust. Meanwhile, you'll sleep like a baby...
[[Wake up->time to wake up]]Samantha smiles sweetly and looks like she is ready to be your good gurl. Then she gets a strange look in her eyes, or maybe it's just that she sees something strange in your eyes. Whatever the reason, you see the familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she says, "Sorry, Daddy, but I still plan to be a baaaaad bimboi. After all, I'm your only daughter, but I can find a new Daddy any day of the week."
You give her a solid SLAP across the face, but she just smiles stupidly with a lusty look in her eyes. "SIGH I keep forgetting how you sissies get off on being treated rough. It makes finding a fitting punishment extremely difficult. Samantha flashes you a smug smirk that you wipe off her face by unceremoniously tossing her off your lap and onto the hard tile floor. With all the padding on her plump ass, she probably barely feels it, but the rejection still stings. "I said punishing you would be difficult, not impossible."
You put away her new favorite toy in your pants and walk away. For all her bluster, she follows you as you make your way to the one place even she doesn't dare enter without you...your garage. Little does she know you've been planning her punishment for months. You have everything you need to bring her to heel, and you would be lying if you said you weren't a little relieved she decided to act like a bratty bitch before you got the chance to test out all your latest accessories.
"Come on in, Samantha. I want you to see all of the wonderful and woeful toys I've made for you. On the RIGHT side of the garage are all the toys you'll get to play with once you learn how to be a good gurl..." you let her drool over the custom made 'cocking horse' with a silicone cast of your cock attached to the saddle. She immediately falls in love with an anatomically correct plush 'Bimbear' and you can tell she can't wait to 'stuff' it. She especially drools over the collection of 'cocksicles' and 'lollypricks' you had custom made to help curb her appetites. You let her fall hopelessly, helplessly in love with every last reward, and then you cover them with a tarp, one by one.
Walking over to your work table you draw attention to your favorite projects. "On this side of the room is the bad bimboi toys. Only these are for me to play with you." Samantha looks on in horror as you show her the titanium cock cage you custom made to contain her girth. She sucks back the sobs as you fasten it to her fear shrunken sissy clit and lock it painfully in place. Knowing all to well she has other ways to cum, you reveal your rectal chastity belt. It covers her anus with a grate thin enough for waste to pass through, but too small for even a finger to fill her. She can't stop sniffling as you close the clasps and lock the padlock. Of course her mouth seems to get her in the most trouble, so a similar muzzle is placed over her mouth to prevent her from sucking even a puny boi cock. She outright cries when you fasten it and lock it in place.
"So, now you get a little taste of what good gurls can earn and what bad gurls get instead. And if you think this is the worst of it, you really won't want to find out how creative I've gotten as you teased and tortured me all these months." Samantha shudders and you feel a paternal protective instinct, but you know she needs to learn some discipline. You take her dainty chin in her and and lift her precious doll like face so she can see the kindness in your face. "If you can be a good gurl, you can earn some of your privileges back and then you can start working up to your rewards. It's getting late now, so go clean up and you can come sleep in Daddy's bed tonite, but Daddy needs his sleep, so don't try to seduce him to let you free sooner."
Samantha chokes back a sob and says with more sincerity than you've heard in months, "Yes, Daddy. I do want to be a good gurl for you." You smile and she shivers with pent up passion. You can only imagine how hard it will be for her to sleep tonight, but that's all part of your plan. Hopefully she can go all night without trying to tempt you. Then again, a part of you hopes you get to use all the terrifying tools you devised for her training.
Just when you think she's gonna go to sleep like a good girl...
[[She just can't help but tease you->she just can't help but tease you]]You can't listen to her smug, shrill voice yip orders at you one second longer. It has been bad enough being bullied and buggered by your former employees, but you cannot abide being bossed around by your baby bimboi in front of them too. You saunter over to her and instead of presenting your ass as requested, you make a show of sloooooowly unzipping your shorts and pulling out your thick mommy meat. Samantha's eyes grow wide, and despite her frustration, she can't help but lick her lips at the sight of your pretty pricklette oozing precum.
"Wait! I'm the WHIMPER boss! You have to OOH do what I MMMMPH!" You shut Samantha up by shoving your sissy shaft down her yapping mouth, making sure to pound the spurt button in the back of her throat in time with the brick layer thrusting balls deep in her cunt. She is rocked helplessly between your shafts, spurting and spasming and sucking instinctively with both holes. You feel a rush of power and a surge of strength that you haven't felt since you were infected by the bimbug.
"What was that, bitch? I couldn't hear you with my cock down your throat. Did you say, fuck my stupid slutty face harder? You're the meat in this slut sandwich and I'm going to baste you in my special sauce, you stupiMMPH SSHLP KISS" The beefy builder must have been as tired of hearing your voice as you were with Samantha's because he yanks your head hard to pull your mouth into his. He shoves your words back down your throat with his thick tongue and they are replaced by muffled moans and wet whimpers. Your mouth instinctively yields to him, sucking on his tongue like a lollipop and your body goes limp.
Samantha wastes no time seizing on your moment of weakness. She snakes her arm between your legs and slides her dainty fingers across your pretty perineum and up between your thick cheeks to penetrate your tight cunt. Your knees buckle and your clit shudders and spurts as she adds more fingers until her entire fist is lodged in your hungry hole and her throat is squeezing down tight on your constantly spurting sissy shaft.
You moan mindlessly, the swirl of sensations scooping up your sliver of sanity and sweeping you away. Your clit and throat and cunt keep sissygasming harder and harder until you can't tell your clit pumping pints of pleasure down Samantha's mouth from the stud's tongue fucking your throatcunt from your asscunt clamping down impossibly tight around your daughter's feminine fist as she pounds you silly from the inside out. Your tongue lolls out and your eyes roll back into your head as you sink deeper and deeper down the spiral. You cease to be a human being and are reduced to a series of multiple sissygasms all crashing and exploding euphorically in a limp fuckdoll frame.
"Christ on a cracker! We can't even trust you sissies to fuck right! You are supposed to make them cum within a five to seven minute window so they can get back to work. Instead, you two seem more focused on playing with each other!" You can barely hear Joe as he scolds you, but then Jack and John yank you and away from Samantha and pull the brick layer away from her just as he is cumming inside her. You are both stunned and sticky as they drag you to the middle of the site, where you see to medieval looking stocks set up. Still lost in a fuck fugue, you can't find the words to object, and before you know it, you and and your daughter are locked in place.
"See, guys, this is the way I suggested it from the beginning. It's efficient, easy access, and we don't have to worry about the stupid sissies falling into a hole or something. We can even set the shockers to seven minute intervals so no one takes to long to cum." You piece together enough of Joe's words to realize your workplace is about to get a lot more hostile...
[[BZZZZT->BZZT]]You let out a long, whimpery sigh as Candi inevitably slides her sissy shaft deep inside your sissy cunt. You grit your teeth, telling yourself this is the only way to get out from under her, and that even champions have to start from the bottom before they claw their way to the top. It takes every thing you have not to just cum then and there and giddily give yourself to Candi as a fuck toy trophy. Every femmey fiber of your being begs you to just let go and let the flood gates crumble and wash away under a torrent of gurl goo. Instead you focus on the plan...sigh, squeeze, slip, shift and subdue.
'SIGH' was the easiest, and hardest part of the plan. All you had to do was let Candi fill you balls deep with her massive Ms. Meat. Now that you have her right where you want her, which just so happens is right where she wants to be, it's time to SQUEEZE. You clamp down on her clit with your tight cunt, sending spasms of spendorous sparkles shooting through you and trying to rewire your mind and body. You refuse to give into the perverse pleasure and instead push your plump ass back against her hips, squeezing and swaying and grinding.
"Mmm, my lil' baby bitch is already starting to lovey dovey my dick in her cunt. Quelle shocker." You let Candi coo cruelly as you feel her sole ease up against the side of your face to allow you to twerk your cheeks around her clit. That little give is all you need to SLIP your head so that her foot slides off your face and fumbles to secure her footing...
"Wait a sec...EEEP!" You SHIFT suddenly, launching up and backwards so that Candi falls hard on her ass, which is far too padded to damage, and hitting her head, which is far too empty to injure. However, it is more than enough to wrestle your arm free and pull yourself off her pusling prick. You slither snake like, your sweat making it hard for her to get a grip as you slide down between her legs and lift her hips so her legs fall around her head and you can use the weight of her bountiful bottom half along with your body pushing down on her to keep her pinned to the mat.
"ONE"
The blaring count doesn't distract you this time as you dive face first between her thick cheeks and spear your talented tongue inside her sissy cunt. She squirms and struggles, but your tongue rolls and twirls with her to hit her sissy spots all that more directly. The more desperately she moves away from your tongue, the more she is telling you were to strike, and you hit her again and again, the time between seconds more than enough to send her spiralling down towards a sticky sissygasm.
"TWO"
Candi moans and mewls and sniffles and sobs, but that only prods you to dig deeper. It's not enough to take her by surprise and pin her. No, you have to beat her, break her, and make her bottom out...all in the space of a second. Poor little cheercunt, if she only knew who she was fucking with. The real challenge for someone with a tongue like yours is making sure she lasts long enough to almost reach the three count before spurting. It's funny, you always felt a little submissive eating ass before, but being in total control of when a sissy spurts...or IF she even gets to, that is real power. And you use your power to make Candi whimper wetly, "Please MOAN...let OOH...me...WHIMPER..."
"THR-"
The announcement cuts off, or perhaps it is just drowned out by the din of the crowd as Candi's sissy clit explodes untouched and ejaculates all over her moaning face. You flick your tongue against her sissy omg-spot again and again, painting her pretty face and filling her mouth with so much sissy spunk that she has no choice but to swallow it down. You keep it up until you feel her stop struggling, signaling her surrender more clearly than the announcer calling out...
"Brandi wins!"
You keep tonguing her ass until she start bucking her hips to get you deeper inside her, and then you pull out and toss her onto the ground like the broken bitch she is. There is still a dying ember of resistance in her eyes, but it fizzles and drowns in the needy pools of lust as she writhes and whimpers.
"In a surprising upset, local champion Candi the Conqueror is beaten by Brandi the..." the announcer pauses, waiting for you to shout your name triumphantly.
[["Brandi the Barbarian!"->the barbarian]]You tell yourself it's the infection's fault. You never craved a cock nestled lovingly between your cheeks before this morning, but right now it's all you can think of. You can't bring yourself to look her in the eyes as you slide into her lap. You blush all over as you feel your supple skin slide against Daisy's. Her breasts press against your back and feeling how hard her nipples are make you feel an odd sense of pride for turning her on. When you feel her hard clit slide between your cheeks and drool precum against your hot hole, you can't say it exactly makes you proud, but it does make you horny.
"So, let's see, just what you got up to last night after you got so shitfaced you could barely stand." The video starts and you see Daisy dancing in that damnably tight black dress, the camera sways with her and she giggles and tempts the drunken dizzy camera person...you...
"Like what you see, Brian? Don't be so shy, I know you've been lusting after me since I 'blossomed'." She dances with surprising grace and a seductive gait. Her hands sliding up and down her body, touching herself in all the places you want to touch her...NEED to touch her. She writhes and wriggles and twists to turn you on, to turn you inside out. One second bending low to show off her barely covered breasts, the next twerking her ass to entice you closer. The camera zooms in, getting a close up of her ass gyrating in front of you, close enough to kiss...
You feel her sissy shaft throb between your cheeks and your asshole instinctively puckers as if giving it a kiss. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly not so sure about how fast things are moving, but that just makes Daisy think you are grinding against her girth, and she reciprocates by lazily teasing your nipples and groping your breasts. You try to tell her to stop, but the sensation is so powerful, like a billion tiny sparks kissing your soft flesh all over with erotic electricity, all that comes out of your mouth is moans and whimpers. You try to concentrate on the video, hoping it will help...
She's still dancing with you holding her camera phone as close as you can get to her dangerous curves as they swerve and sway before you. She turns so that instead of following her thicc ass, you are honed in on the outline of her thick cock, tenting her dress obscenely. The camera doesn't pull away, if anything, it gets closer, trailing after the shaft like a snake charmer in reverse. She notices, cooing cruelly, "Awww, is my roomie staring at my sissy stick? Go on, take a loooooong HARD look." She slowly strokes it and the camera pushes in closer...
Daisy places her plump lips next to your delicate, shell-like ears and whispers huskily, "Starting to 'cum' back to you, Brandi? Starting to remember how you got infected? I'll give you a little hint...there wasn't any doubt that there was a little sissy in you, even before you transformed." You stare at the screen, entranced and lost in the sensation of her hands sliding all over you, feeling like putty she can mold anyway she wants, her cock head pressing up against your aching asshole, but teasingly tortuously not sliding inside.
"Go on, sissy...touch it...stroke it...play with it all you like. It won't hurt you...unless you want it too." The camera comes in at a low angle, looking up Daisy lifts her skirt and pulls her sissy clit free. It is so big...so beautiful...and it fills the screen. You hand comes into frame, reaching out to wrap around her sissy shaft. Your hand starts stroking her cock...at first tentatively, then embarrassingly eagerly. The view suddenly shifts to the ceiling and you hear Daisy's musically mischievous laughter, "Hee hee. Needed both hands, eh sissy? No problem." The view changes to a drunken slobbery sissy kneeling on the floor, stroking Daisy desperately, your face flushed and your mouth agape and drooling.
"Oh fuuuuuck. I look so slutty!" You blush as you hear the words leave your mouth, but you can't really disagree with them. What point is there in being bashful at this point? You are watching a video of a sexy shemale turn you out while you grind your busty bimboi body against hers, begging with everything but words for her to fill your agonizingly empty holes. And you know the words will be coming sooner than later if she doesn't stop rubbing her mushroom head against your asshole sending terribly thrilling tingles up and down your spine.
"Go on, sissy, give it a kiss. You know you want to. Just a taste won't kill you. As long as you don't swallow my load, you could suck as-OOOH" The sissy cuts her off by wrapping his lips around her cock and his tongue follows shortly after. The camera pushes in to get the drunken desire burning in his eyes and the bright blush on his cheeks as his lips slide deeper down her shaft. His head is bobbing up and down, struggling to take as much of her girl dick as he can, but soon he's glugging and gasping for air. "Ha! I told you it was better not having a gag reflex. Well maybe if you keep sucking you won't have to worry about that anymore. Just think about how hot it would be to suck my cock every morning, and get fucked into bed every night. And in between we can go cruising for man meat dressed in outfits too trashy for porn."
For some reason, the dick drunk sissy on screen keeps nursing Daisy's dick while she drones on, until she explodes inside his mouth then all over your face. He falls to the ground moaning and mewling, and seconds later he is shrinking...shifting...changing...
"See? You were always a sissy. Now the outside just matches the inside." You watch yourself blossom into a beautiful bimboi on the big screen, watch your confused face as you feel all over your new feminine flesh, watch yourself moan and crawl back to the cock that turned you out and transformed you, watch yourself kiss it even more hungrily than before.
You want to tell her she's wrong, that you were too drunk last night to know what you were doing. You want to say that she could have told you to jump off the roof and you would have slurred 'how high?' You want to say you aren't really a sissy, not really, REALLY. Instead you whimper, "Oh God, please fuck me, Daisy."
"I thought you'd never ask. My bashful little, Brandi!" Daisy thrusts her hips as she says your sissy name and it's as if she' christening you...you'll never answer to your boi name ever again, not that you expect anyone ever to use it again. Brian isn't the name of the futa faggot on tv wrapping her breasts around a sissy shaft and sucking it like a lolly. Brian really isn't the name of the newborn bimboi bouncing on her roomie's massive meat missle like a giddy girl riding a toy horse. A toy horse with a big, fat fucking horse cock spreading your fuckhole like melting butter. Brian never had a cunt hiding in her ass, feeling like it was covered in countless xtacy coated clits as a throbbing, veiny sissy shaft plunged balls deep inside it again and again.
"God this cunt feels even better than last night! Mierda! I thought you would be mad this morning! I didn't think you would be riding my sissy sausage first thing after we woke up. Not that I'm complaining. I could use a live in fuckhole. The only question I have, is what do you want to be? My gurly gurl? My pervy pornstar? Or my sissy slave pet?" Her cock is fucking out every lingering doubt or ghost of pride you have left. You cry out, cumming and cooing your new role out to Daisy...
What do you want to be?
[["Make me your pretty pet!"->pretty pet]]
[["Make me your pervy pornstar!"->pervy pornstar]]You aren't exactly excited by the prospect of fucking a bimboi in front of a bunch of strangers with shivs, especially one covered in prison tats and cum, but you get the impression the only thing lower on the prison totem pole than a sissy is a boi too scared to fuck a sissy. You manage an almost convincing, "Hell yeah! I never pass up a chance to pound a punk's ass." You don't sound nearly as tough as you'd hope, and you wonder if you are going to end up having to break someone's nose by the end of the day just to prove that there's a lot of whupass in your smallish frame.
You wait for the two prisoners filling her ass to flood her guts with their cum, and you pull down your pants and slip in between her legs. You have never been big on public performances, but somehow the sheer depravity of the moment is enough to get your cock ready and raring to go. You slide in squeamishly, expecting her cunt to be cavernous after all the cocks she's taken, but her hole wraps tightly around your shaft as if you were the first one to stretch her out.
You'd heard studs at school bragging that sissy pussy was tight as a virgin no matter how often you fucked it, but you never believed it until this moment. Feeling it nurse your cock like it was filled with mother's milk makes you a believer and you wonder why you wasted so much time with a frigid cunt like Heather sissy cunt's feel so wet and warm and willing. You've barely warmed up and the punky punk is backing back on your cock hard and fast and hungrily. You dig your fingers into her fleshy buttocks and hold on for dear life, pounding her harder than she can thrust back and grunting and groaning like a man possessed.
"Check out the new fish! Looks like he's in love! Hah hah! Don't tell me this is your first time, playa?" Snake hisses at you, but you ignore him to better focus on the cum coated angel twerking around your throbbing cock. You never knew sex could feel this good...this wild and savage and raw. Every muscle in your body is tense and taut and tingling, especially the hard and hot muscle sawing in and out of the sissy's sloppy cunt. You never want this moment to end, riding the razor's edge between pleasure and pent up pain, passion and power, every awful urge inside you flaring up and making you feel like an steel hard shaft forged in flames. Then the sperm kissed sissy turns her head and locks eyes with you, giving you a look of base animal lust. You explode inside the punk's pussy so hard your eyes roll back into your head and the world goes dark....
....
When you finally open your eyes, the sight that meets you is...
[[A crowd of convict's cock pointing at you->crowd of convicts cocks]]...
Your name is Ben Burnkist. You know how popular these "Sissy Schools" are with those your age, but you're not like all the rest. Unlike all the other stupid sissies, shameful sluts, and similar desperate losers, you didn't come here by choice. Your mom was so fed up with your actions, that she finally pulled the plug and decided to send you to this hellhole for "correctional guidance", whatever that means. Now that you're 18, you're finally legally allowed to be shipped off to Sissy School, and your mom chose the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs.
When you told your friends about it, they all seemed super jealous of you. Admittedly, these institutions are known for being Sluttown USA, so they were mostly justified in thinking so. But for someone like you, who was known at your last school for being the "sissy hating prude", it would be excruciating. Not that you hated sissies or anything, you just werent totally confident youd survive an encounter with one! That's totally justified, right?
It's not even yur fault youre being shipped off, that's your dad who's to blame. Ever since he took off with that sissy slut a few years ago, you've been having fun to try to forget him. Sure, some of that fun led to a bit of vandalism, and a bit of "borrowing" things that were'nt yours, and a bit of accidentally burning down your last school, but it's not your fault!
Suddenly, the bus screeches to a halt, forcing you to put your feelings aside for a minute. As you step outside the bus, a gorgeous blond girl comes running up to you.
"Hey, you're Ben, right? We've been expecting you! Now I know what you must be thinking. 'Ohh man this sucks, I don't wanna be here, I'm gonna hate this place, blah blah blah'. Well, im here to tell you that's not gonna be the case! I used to be just like you, filled with anger and taking that anger out in destructive, unhealthy ways. But someone was there for me, and helped pull me out of that hole and realize that theres more to life than that. That's our job here. We arent here to turn you into some bimbo, or make you become a boring, straight-laced prude. We arent trying to shape you or force you to become something you're not. We just want to give you the tools and the guidance to become a better person in the end. It's your choice who you become, and we don't want to decide that for you. We're here to give you something important, something life-changing, something that will put you on the right path towards a better future. Do you know what that is?"
Still a bit shocked by the sudden introduction, you mannage to somehow stammer out a few words.
"Uh.. um... the Infection?"
"Hahaha! No silly, although if you wanted it, it's your choice. I'd always be willing to help you with that problem if thats what you reeeeally wanted hehe. Aaaanyway, wrong! It's Hope. Hope changed my life, and if you let it, it can change yours too. Now anyway, enough blabbering! Come on, I've gotta show you around campus!"
Hope... you think to yourself for a bit. You never really had any of that. You've been betrayed so much, twisted around by fates misfortune, that hope was the last thing on your mind. Speaking of your mind, there was something on it.
"H-hey miss, um, I never caught your name?"
"Hehe, silly me! I'm Samantha. Samantha Jenkins. But you can call me Sam!"
"Sam, huh? Thats a pretty name."
"Thanks! Now come on, we don't have all day!"
As a warm hand drags you forward towards the future, you can't help but to think about how different this is than you first thought. Getting dragged around by a pretty girl, looking around and seeing smiles, feeling like you actually belong. For the first time in forever, you find yourself smiling. Yes, for the first time you can't wait to see what the future holds. You thought that this place was The End of the line, that this was going to be The End for your hopes and dreams. But now? Now you find yourself thinking that this isn't The End. No, in your eyes, this is merely...
The Beginning
(Ending 18: Hope
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Managing to keep your voice from cracking, you answer, "Sure thing, Daisy, after all, I've always wanted to be a doctor. Do you know if I'll need to do a residency after I get my Dickology degree?" Whether from surprise at your sudden forwardness, or merely because a sissy can't help but laugh at a dick joke, Daisy almost falls over in a fit of musical laughter. She seems a lot less scary when she's laughing, and for the first time in a month, you actually feel relaxed around her.
"That's the Brian I remember. I tell you, grow some tits and suck a few dozen cocks and all the sudden your friends get all weird on you." She laughs, but a little sadness creeps into her eyes. You feel a pang of guilt. You had been fast friends at the beginning of the year. Joking, playing endless hours of video games together, boozing it up getting blazed and passing out slumped together on the couch. It was never weird then, but since Dave became Daisy, and really, REALLY seemed to embrace it, you haven't known how to talk to her.
You put a hand on her shoulder and wipe away a tear with the other. "Hey, don't ruin your make up or you'll really be pissed at me. And I don't know want to have to use google translate to find out my best friend called me a mother fucker." She laughs and hugs you tight. It's tender, and sweet, and just what both of you really, REALLY needed after a month of awkwardness. Then you realize her breasts are crushed against your chest and her nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds...and so is your cock.
Daisy pulls away with a guilty smile, "Sorry, I guess I have been teasing you a lot lately. In my defense, you get the cutest little scrunched up face when you are all horny. Hee hee." She laughs angelically, but her intentions are clearly anything put pure. She gets a thoughtful look on her face, and suggests, "We should get back to hanging out like we used to! Only this time, maybe we can be best friends with benefits. Eee there's that sexy scrunchy face." She turns and makes her way to the mini fridge, really, REALLY taking her time and swaying her alluring ass with every seductive step. She bends over giving you a view of her heavenly humps and you can see she isn't wearing panties, which is her usual date night practice. She finally comes back up with a bottle of rum and a two liter of coke and asks, "So you wanna get shit faced with me, bro?"
You aren't so sure getting drunk is such a good idea when your head is already spinning, then again, maybe a stiff drink is just what you need.
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You don't know if it means you are gay, but you know it means you are a good friend. Drew always looked out for you and even tried to steer chicks your way. They always seemed to want to just be friends, and you would have killed for one of them to help you out. Being the change you want to see, you slide to your knees and look up longingly into your buddies beautiful brown eyes. Feeling self conscious and stupid, you try out your best porn voice and say, "If you've got a rubber, I've got a warm, wet mouth."
Drew's usually calm demeanor cracks as he hurries to find a condom, babbling breathlessly, "OhmyGod. Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I promise I will never tell a soul and I can take care of you after and oh my God thank you for being a friend." You stops and realizes he just quoted the Golden Girls theme song as you are about to blow him, and you both bust out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. By the time you recover he has handed you a handful of Magnums and you are both a lot more relaxed and oddly even more in the mood than when you were all tensed up.
You tell yourself that this is an entirely selfless act. That you just want to help your ridiculously hot friend with his huge breasts heaving and falling free from his wife beater and his cock hard and bigger than your head and drooling precum hungrily. It's not like you want to suck a cock...or at least you are pretty sure you didn't before you got high and almost creamed yourself while watching a porno of a boi that looked suspiciously similar to you bobbing on a bimboi boner. At the very least, you feel less conflicted knowing Drew will return the favor after. Maybe he will let you fuck his fabulous fat tits or plow his ample athletic ass. It can't be gay to suck a cock in exchange for that kind of pervy pay back, can it?
"Alright, stud. This is my first time, so be gentle." You can feel Drew's dick throb as you slide the rubber down his rod. It's even bigger than the porn prick, but you guess he did always have a huge cock to begin with. Now it must be almost a foot and so girthy you don't know if it will fit in your mouth. You decide to burn that bridge when you cross it, starting instead by kissing his sack tentatively, tenderly even and then giving it increasingly urgent kisses as the musky flavor sizzles on your tongue and fills your nose. "Mmmph your SHLLP balls SUCK taste SLURP rad, bro!"
You are a little embarrased by your earnest enthusiasm, blaming it on the weed. You blush and bury your face in your buddy's balls to avoid his gaze, sucking them one by one before getting a little carried away and stuffing them both in your mouth. Your cheeks balloon like a slutty squirrel and Drew's dick throbs hot and hard against your face. You are starting to imagine yourself as the beta bitch boi in the porno and you wonder if you can put on a show half as steamy.
"This is the SMOOCH sexiest KISS cock I've ever SLURP seen. It's so SUCK big and MMPH manly...I just OOH have to SHLLP make out WHIMPER with it." You smooch and suck and slurp your way up his shaft putting on such a good performance that you start to full yourself. The thin rubber gets in the way a little, dulling the full flavor and deadening the throbbing texture, but you just kiss harder and lick lustier to make up for it. By the time you reach the top, there's a pool of precum trapped at the top, and you wrap your plump lips around the head, sucking as if you could get it through its prison.
"Fuuuck. God you OOH look so sexy NNGH like this. I got to AAH warn you, it takes MOAN me awhile to cum with a AAH condom. You don't mind if I NNH talk, do you?" You shake your head no with your lips sliding, sucking down Drew's shaft. He ruffles your hair and you almost explode in your undies, suddenly not in any hurry to finish. Your jaw aches as you fit his fat cock deeper inside your mouth, but your cock aches even harder and it's telling you to sink deeper and suck stronger. You hope it's just your desire to be repaid afterwards, but that doesn't explain why you paradoxically don't want it to end.
"Oh man, you are even better than I dreamed you would be." Drew moans mindlessly as you bob up and down his rubberized rod. You can't get nearly as deep as you'd like before gagging and sputtering out. You wonder wistfully how long he's fantasized about you. Did he always want to make you his ball sucking bitch boi? And why does that make you want to force his prick deeper down your throat? Whatever the reason, it's a searing, sweltering struggle to get even a third of the way down.
You look up at his nipples jutting out like little pricks as his drool falls from his luscious lips and onto his fabulous breasts. His expression is even more pained and panting than when he was stroking, and even when you feel your throat bulge and stretch to allow him in deeper than ever before, he still seems no closer to cumming. You put everything you have into slobbering up and down Drew's dirk in slick spirals of hard sucks and hungry licks. Your hands fondle his weighty balls and stroke the half of his shaft you still can't reach. You slip out of your boxers and shake your ample apple bottom ass. It's sooooo humiliating, but you know you're friend will enjoy it, so it's a small price to pay.
You feel your jaw ready to snap and it feels like over at your phone and see its been almost an hour since you started sucking him. You can't believe you got so hypnotized by his hefty hung meat. You feel strangely content to continue for as long as he needs. After all, you are a good friend and he has a lot of cock to suck, but when you are getting your second wind, Drew pushes you off, panting, "I'm sorry, Brian. You are phenomenal. A natural. I've met braindead bimbois that aren't as eager as you..." he realizes this might not be as complimentary as he intends it to be and blushes. "Sorry. I just mean that no matter how good you are, I don't think I'm going to be able to cum unless we lose the condom or...well..."
Drew points to the screen where its paused on the beta bottom boi has pulled his thong aside to slide his ass around the bimboi's bulging boner. The image burns its way into your brain. Suddenly something that would have seemed an impossibility just an hour before seems downright probable. You're still pretty sure you aren't gay, but you can't be certain that you wouldn't be willing to ride his horsey. On the other hand, his cock would taste soooooo much better without a condom, and it would cum quicker, which as a good friend is your main concern. As long as you don't swallow his cum, you should be safe from infection, right?
Will you suck it down, or ride it all?
[[Ride his wrapped cock->ride wrapped cock]]
[[Drain his dick and drink every diseased drop->drain dick and drink]]You are still a little foggy despite your startling and sobering transformation and you definitely don't want to be caught unawares by anyone walking back to your dorm. You came to Drew's dorm in the first place because you felt safe with him bimboi or not. That ended up backfiring spectacularly, but that isn't entirely his fault, and he definitely seems apologetic. You decide you are safer with his help than without it. You answer peevishly, "Fine. I'll stay! But I'll need some clothes that don't leave my fucking tits hanging out and I'm not going to ever let you touch me again so you can forget about 'helping' me with my cravings. Just give me a buttplug and don't ever mention how I 'helped' you ever again!"
You feel a little guilty as your friend sheepishly nods and goes to find some clothes and 'accesories' for you to wear. You remind yourself that he's the one that got you high and asked if you wanted to fool around in the first place, and then you remember that he offered to jerk off in his bathroom and you were the one that asked him to stay and offered a helping mouth and then ass. Somehow, that doesn't exactly make you feel better. You notice he found a flannel for himself and realize you must have made him feel selfconscious about his tits. You shrug it off, more concerned with your own embarrassment at the moment and grab the butt plug, boxers, baggy sweats, t-shirt and hoodie he hands you.
"Thanks." You mutter a little more kindly. You take a look at the buttplug and curse your earlier eagerness to find out what getting fucked felt like. You suppose you can't try to argue that you're 100% a stud after sucking then riding a rubber clad cock, but it's still a tough pill to swallow...especially rectally. You decide it's better to get this out of the way, pushing it up between your soft, sizable cheeks and shocked and more than a little scared by how eagerly your ass swallows the toy.
Your hole starts squeezing around the plug, and you feel your cock swell immediately to full mast. It's bigger than it was before, but much smaller than Drew's. You stare in horror as it throbs and twitches untouched and finally shoots a thick stream of semen halfway across the room as your ass milks your plastic plug harder. You writhe on the ground in agony, the pleasure feeling way better than anything you felt as a boi, but somehow not nearly good enough. Your body begs from more, wanting a better taste of the foul phallus that got you into this mess in the first place. You are hit with cold sweats and a deep ache, and Drew stays just out of reach calmly explaining, "It's the worst the first time. Your body is basically starving right now. It wants to feed on cum, preferably uninfected but any kind will calm the cravings for a bit." Drew blushes and lowers his eyes, "even your own."
You sigh in frustration and crawl over to the line your load left as it landed on the floor. Not seeing any point in modesty at this point, you lick it up as quickly as you can, telling yourself you barely notice how decadently delicious it tastes. More importantly, it works almost immediately. Your body stops hurting and you can almost think straight again. That is, if thinking you can't wait to get some alone time to see if you can suck yourself off is thinking 'straight'.
Wanting to get dressed before you do something stupid, you shake the cumwebs out of your head and pull on the boxers. It's a struggle to fit them over your plumper ass and they split embarrassingly down the back. Worse still, they itch like crazy. You feel like a family of fire ants started chewing on your crotch. You shimmy out of them as quickly as you can and scream, "What the fuck did you put in those?!"
Drew looks guiltier than ever, and you know you aren't going to want to hear what he has to say even before he says, "You aren't going to want to hear what I have to say, but here goes. The bimbug affects us all a little differently. I'm still the same guy I was before, only now my body reminds me that even before this I was more than a little curious about fooling around with guys. I mean, let's be real, we jerked off a looooooot together for two 100% straight guys. So I can still wear boi clothes and be myself, only being myself means occasionally finding a stud big enough to pin me and fuck the spurts out of me."
You feel oddly moved by his honesty, and a little scared too. If he's telling the truth, then that means the reason you can't wear boi clothes is, "Wait a sec! Are you saying I'm itching because I really secretly want to wear panties?! Is this just a trick to get me to dress all girly and fuck me again?!" You know it's unfair even you spit out the words, but being angry feels slightly better than feeling ashamed.
Drew shrugs and lets your insulting accusation slide off his back. "I don't know why you became what you did. I don't know if anyone knows exactly why all this is happening. Maybe Hell is full and the succubi are walking the earth. I just know that with other infected folk I've met, the itching never goes away. So you either go crazy, or..." he tosses you a pair of plaid panties and a matching bra, no doubt from one of his sissy conquests, "you can always layer. Apparently it's a reaction to the skin. So you can wear panties under your boxers and a bra under your top. I know it's not ideal, but I can leave the room while you change if you want."
You want to tell him it's pretty fucking far from ideal. It's not even on the same hemisphere as ideal. Ideal might as well be a planet on the otherside of the universe for how close you'll ever get to it for the rest of your life. Then again, do you really have a choice? It's this or the maddening itch.
Will you take the panties?
[[Take the panties->Take panties]]SMACK
The flames of hatred rise again as you slap her across the face. The rules of Sissy Surrender dictate she has to take it, but she doesn't have to like it. You add a wad of spit to cool her cheek, and just when she opens her mouth to like totally cuss you out, you shut her up with a passionate kiss. She tries to overpower you, tries to pin your tongue for a three count to win a secret, silent victory. You slide your cock inside her and she instinctively begins to suckle your tongue. Yessss...this is a lot more fun.
"We've seen a lot of vicious victory laps on Sissy Surrender, but this rookie upset is turning the game on it's head! First she bullies the formerly undefeated Conqueror and seems right about to break her, and now she's making out with her like they were long lost lovers! Is this part of some sinister stratagem, or is she just another sick sissy?!"
You'll let the sports fans wonder. You have your own game you are playing now with rules only you and Candi can possibly understand. You explain the terms or battle without words, but with a lot of tongue. Your bodies crash against one another, maps of conquest and and enemy territory wrapped against one another in wet warfare. Your cock is filling her up, reminding her who is on top at the moment, while hers is hard and drooling against your soft stomach, reminding you that she will still be bigger than you when you are done with her.
"I can't tell if I'm watching a honeymoon or a new round! We've never watched and wanked to two more passionate contenders, but as hard as The Barbarian is fucking The Conqueror, I can't tell who's really in control right now!"
That damned announcer is more perceptive than you thought. As hard as you thrust into Candi's sticky sweet cunt, she thrusts her hips even harder back to control the power and pace of your fucking. Worse, she can clench down on your cock and quicken your pulse, or draw a muffled moan from your mouth and lap it off your tongue. She is stronger than you, and has tasted the pleasures of man, woman, and sissy alike. You feel her smirk against your lips, sure of her true victory even in defeat.
"It's a Sissy Surrender first! It appears The Barbarian is willingly ceding control to The Conqueror! Will our hometown hero snatch a symbolic victory from the ashes of defeat and rise like the proverbial phoenix into the...WHAT THE FUCK?!"
You have to laugh at the loudspeaker's alarm. Apparently he didn't expect you to find the strength to begin lifting the much bigger blonde off the ground and rise, straining and staggering to your feet with your cock still buried to the hilt inside her. She is off her center of gravity now, and though your muscles ache and threaten to snap like rotten rubber bands, they somehow hold firm. You have her right where you want her, and with a herculean effort, you pull her off your cock...then SLAM her back down.
"I am seeing it and I don't believe it! The smaller of the two sissies in every way, The Barbarian is lifting her opponent up and down her sissy shaft like a weightless cocksleeve! We have seen some miraculous feats from sissies that have trained their altered bodies to perform seemingly impossible tasks, but never from a newborn bimboi like The Barbarian! Does she have some secret store of knowledge of sissy physiology, or is she operating on raw instinct?!"
You couldn't say for sure either way. You just know you've never wanted to fuck anyone as hard and fast as you're pounding Candi. The fire in her eyes is burning brighter than ever, but suddenly it's not hate you see in her eyes...it's love. Your lips lock again, but it's no longer a contest of strength. Instead, your tongues entwine like lovers, wet and warm and soft as they slide against each other. Your breasts crush against each other, your hard nipples rubbing against hers and throbbing like cock heads ready to burst blissfully. Your cock is a molten missile primed to explode in ecstasy as Candi's cunt sucks your shaft like a lolly.
"The crowd is on their feet and their hands are down their pants! We've seen all sorts of delightfully deviant sex acts and every manner of filthy, forbidden fucking, but we've never seen two combatants...make love?!"
You have to admit, you didn't expect to be locked in a loving embrace with the bitchy blonde you had set out to destroy, but it feels a lot more satisfying than breaking her. Who wants an empty doll? Who wants a beaten dog? You want to be the strongest, but you can't do that by bullying the weak. Instead, you'll keep them strong and full of fire, constantly ready for the next challenge. In the end, you will be stronger for it, and any loss will only make you want to rise up stronger.
"Here it cums fight fans! The Conqueror is spurting like a fuck fountain and it looks like The Barbarian is close behind!"
You hate how he is always right, but you love the feeling of Candi cumming around your cock, seizing up and spasming against your cock in a fierce sissygasm. You feel all muscles tense and your veins seem to be pumping concentrated bliss all over your body, down to your erupting cock. It feels like it is exploding with euphoric ecstasy, cumming harder than you ever have before and causing your body to go limp, falling to the floor and taking Candi with you. You remain entangled and continue your kissing and groping, your hands exploring each others bodies for mutual pleasure instead of searching for weaknesses.
"There you have it! It looks like these sissies are already set for round 2! Our premium subscribers will definitely want to switch to the locker room feed as soon as they are escorted from the ring, as these sissies are steaming even before they hit the showers!"
You are pulled apart by strong hands even as Candi and you reach for each other in vain. You are too weak at the moment to fight the two studs that have you by one arm each, and you remind yourself to train against this momentary weakness after a particularly powerful orgasm. You wonder who will regain their strength first, and what it means for you in the locker room?
Who will regain their strength first?
[[Candi does.->candi does]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/dream_s6TIFfCxY8llJ7vuKpNSpEw2_PPVN4c6yaIMOpaWRCMtB_image_0.jpeg">
You pull off her pretty pecker just as it erupts, coating your face in her creamy cum. Your eyes are stuck shut and you don't dare open your tightly locked lips. You don't even breathe as you wait to see what Annabelle will do next. Somehow, you aren't scared. Maybe it's her cherubic charm, maybe it's the kindness and concern in her voice when she warned you, but you just know she wouldn't do anything to hurt you.
"Don't worry, cutie. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna LICK clean SLURP you LAP up." You feel her talented tongue scoop her slime off your face in seconds. You have to hold yourself back from blindly finding her mouth with yours and sucking her tongue back into your mouth. You tell yourself that there will be time for that later when her mouth isn't full of her contagious cream. You finally are more or less clean, and still feel her licking your lips when you open your eyes and catch her backing away and blushing.
"Uhm...sorry. You taste good." Annabelle clasps her hand over her mouth and her ivory skin turns pink like a doll turning to a real woman. As fun as she seems to tease, you hate to see her suffer. You smile and take her hand in yours and give her a kiss on the lips, careful not to kiss too deeply in case she hasn't sucked up the last of her seed. You needn't have bothered, because soon she is kissing you back and sliding her tongue past your soft lips. She tastes like strawberries, and you are certainly transformed by the time she breaks the kiss, but not into a bimboi.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" This time it is your turn to cover your mouth and blush. Annabelle takes that as her cue to pull you into a second kiss, only this time you feed her your tongue and she nurses it greedily. You feel her cock stiffen again against the bulge in your pants. Far from being disgusted or pulling back, you moan in her mouth and grind against her. There is nothing gross about her. You love every inch of her, including the elegant eleven that dwarfs your own. You wonder why you let your own hang ups about your inadequacy keep you from finding a girlfriend before. Right now, Annabelle is the only girl in the whole world who's opinion matters to you, and from the way she is whimpering and writhing against you, there isn't anything lacking about you.
"Mmm that was...AIIEEE! OHMYGODIFORGOTIT'SSTAGNIGHTI'VEGOTTOHIDEYOUBACKATMYDORMBEFOREANOTHERBIMBOIFINDSYOUANDSTEALSYOUFROMME!" Annabelle screams a mile a minute as she takes you by the hand and leads you winding through the woods towards safety. You feel a new surge of strength as you run even faster than you did when she was chasing you. You realize she could have caught you anytime but just didn't want to hurt you. You realize you can run faster fearlessly than you ever did scared out of your wits. You realize it doesn't matter if they find you because you would never let anyone hurt your darling doll or even let someone hurt you, because you know that would hurt her.
"They won't HUFF think to WHEW look here. I PANT PANT promise if you WHOO stay the night, I won't WHEEZE try anything HUFF HUFF funny." Annabelle sneaks you into her almost empty dorm. You suppose the bimbois are all out on the prowl and everyone else is bolted inside their rooms. She is so cute when she is being protective, but she is so cute when she does everything. She looks like a little kitten checking around corners to see if the coast is clear. She tiptoes up the stairs quieter than a mouse and you follow behind her, far too smitten to be scared.
Finally, you reach her room and she shuts, locks and puts a chair up against the knob to keep it closed. It opens out to the hall so that won't do much, but since it makes her feel safe you just pull up the remaining chair and say, "So you never said whether you wanted to be my girlfriend." She answers with a squeal of joy, jumping in your lap and tossing her cloak off behind her so you can touch and kiss and suck every inch of her you can reach.
"I WHIMPER want MMPH you SLURP to make LICK love to MOAN me, Brian! But first I SHHLP should tell you SUCK something..." Annabelle pauses as panting you nod, and then lets out an uninterrupted stream, "I've had a crush on you for ages. Okay, like a month and a half but that's a long time for bimbois. I sit in the back of your philosophy class and I think you're so cute and I want to be your girlfriend so bad. I don't care if you're a boi or a bimboi or a stud as long as it's what you want. You probably guessed that I caught my bug on purpose, but what you might not have figured out is that I only went on that awful hunt to help the bois that didn't want to play find a place to hide. But when I saw it was you, I lost my head. I swear I'm not like those other pretty predators. If you can trust me, I promise never to trick you again. I will share everything with you. If you want, we can wear condoms, or even avoid anything which might lead to infection, but if I'm being all the way honest, I want you inside me all the time."
You stare slackjawed as Annabelle finally finishes, fetchingly flushed and panting prettily. You have a big decision to make. Do you love her fearlessly, even foolishly come what may? Or do you begin your relationship rationally and reasonably if not quite as romantically? The first steps are always the most important. Will you step out into the unknown, perhaps off a cliff? Or will you step on firmer ground, even if it leads somewhere far less exciting?
Even still theres a longing in your heart. A longing for...
[[Raw, unprotected love->raw love]]You feel an almost undeniable urge to submit to these cruel, yet captivatingly confident men. You have gotten so used to blaming your body for your unnatural urges, but you find your brain betraying you too. You wonder briefly if you brain and body want to surrender and serve anyone who bullies you, then where does the bimbug end, and you begin? It's a problem with no clear solution, or at least none that satisfies your pride. You have more immediate concerns.
If you quit, you abandon your child, your former employees, and all of your dreams. If you stay, you risk becoming a mindless sex slave, but you have one sliver of hope. You won't be a brainless bimboi bitch, but a sneaky sissy slut saboteur. It takes every ounce of willpower to resist falling to your knees, but you manage it for almost thirty seconds...a new record for you. Armed with the knowledge that you can control your urges, if only for a half minute at a time, you can let these losers think they've won, and find a way to turn the tables on them.
"Oh golly gee! Thank you so much for the offer! Like, I would suck and fuck a constructy crew everyday for free! You guys are so gennyrous for lettin' me stay in your trailer with my baby bimboi boss!" You worry that you are laying your syrupy sweet sing-song voice and baby babble on too thick, but your new bosses lap it up. You fall to your knees and look up lustily at them. They waste no time in whipping their cocks out and you waste no time in 'sucking up' to them.
"Gaw haw! I guess it's true what they say, isn't it? If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life! Isn't that right, fag?" You bob your head up and down his sizable shaft answering with an emphatic yes. It kills you that he's not far wrong either. You hate him with every fiber of your being, except of course the parts currently being stretched and filled with his fat prick. They are too busy sending thrilling throbs to every inch of your traitorous trampy body and soon you find yourself loving him with every fiber of your being, or at least you love twelve inches of him anyway.
"Quit hogging the sissy, moron! And cut it with the homophobic remarks. I don't want you cutting into our profits with needless lawsuits because you are too dumb to keep your mouth shut." Through your dick drunk haze you notice the hulking bully John giving the smaller smart mouth Joe a look like he is seriously considering whether it's worth paying Joe's hospital bills and breaking his jaw. You file it away in the sliver of cognitive capacity still hanging on for dear life and then inhale his engorged erection.
There is something different about sucking off the bigoted bully this time. You are more aware and present in the moment. Somehow by willingly diving balls deep onto his dick, you have retained that small sliver of self. Instead of being drowned in the tidal wave of pleasure that comes every time you slam your spurt spot in the back of your throat against John's hard cock, you are riding the waves of ecstasy. The downside is that being aware of what you are doing the whole time makes it that much more humiliating, and you find a part of you getting off on your own embarrassment, sissygasming more humiliatingly harder than when you were a mindless meat puppet.
"Don't forget, I still got senioritis on you two bums, so cum quicker and hand over the throat." You blush and burn up at being referred to as nothing more than a hole, but you also notice that Jack is aping Joe's verbose vocabulary, and making a monkey of himself in the process. Both the hulking bullies have a eighth grade education at most, and only if you combine their efforts. If you manage to keep your head, even while giving head, you might be able to turn them against each other and divide and conquer.
"Yeah, yeah. Quit your whining. You're starting to sound like Jane here. NNGH" John punctuates his insult with a shotgun blast of sticky splooge across your face. You ignore the insult and beam brightly as if it is an honor to wear his cum as a face mask. Then you lunge on Jack's junk and begin jerking him off with your mouth. You are still keeping your head above the waterline of boiling hot bliss and your own cum cravings. Jack, on the other hand is starting to lose control.
"Hey! Mrs. Jenkins! Slow OOH down! You're gonna make me MOAN!" Watching you fellate his fellow owners must have gotten the lummox worked up, because you suck the stud seed straight from his shaft, much to the amusement of his 'friends'. "Stupid slut!" SMACK Jack back hands you brutally to the floor, but with your endorfuns and sissytonin flooding your veins, it barely registers as a love tap. You make a show of feigning pain and penance as you look up with big, wet puppy dog eyes. You have to learn new ways to fight now, new ways to be strong. Swallowing your pride, along with about a gallon of Jack's jizz is the hardest thing you've ever done, but you tell yourself it will be worth it in the end.
"Alright, alright. Don't go crying on me, Mrs. Jane. Go meet Samantha and she will walk you through your duties as Assistant Sissy Slave, er I mean Assistant to the Employee Satisfaction Officer." You nod obediently, noting Jack's need to use euphemisms to pretend he is still doing everything honestly and above board. He is almost as conflicted as you are, and you doubt he has any idea how duplicitous his colleagues are. You file it away in the back of your kernel of cognitive capacity and then groom yourself like a cat, making a sultry show of scooping the spunk off your smiling face and lapping it up lustily. You wish it wasn't so easy to 'fake' how much you love the taste, but you have bigger worries at the moment.
You quickly change into your new work uniform of assless daisy dukes, a short denim vest that barely cover your bare breasts, a pink hard hat with A.S.S stenciled on, and pink thigh high rubber boots. As you make your way to your sissy daughter, you wonder what kind of boss she will be, and if you will be able to trust her to help you when the time is right.
[[Samantha shows you the ropes->samantha shows you the ropes]]You are dreaming again, and this time you think you are actually asleep for it. You are surrounded by thick, throbbing cocks, and you can't see and don't care who or what they're connected to. All that matters is fucking your throat with the hard shafts and getting your creamy, dreamy reward. There is no judgement here, no shame. Just an endless circle of delicious dicks, and all the time in the world to enjoy them.
SMACK
That is, until they start slapping you aside the face with the hung hoses.
THWACK SLAP CRACK
You try to lunge for them to get them in your greedy gullet instead of across your blushing cheeks, but they are too fast. You hear a distant voice calling you. "Miiiiiilfieeeeee...." you try to ignore it, but the cocks slap you harder and harder and the voice gets closer and clearer....
....
"Wake up, cummie mummie!" SMACK
Samantha's thick clit slaps you across the face as you come to. She is kneeling on your chest and wearing what might generously be described as 'streetwear' and more accurately described as 'hooker clothes'. A tube top that shows off cleavage and underboob, a skintight leopard skin skirt that barely covers her ass and zips up the side, and pleather thigh high pumps. She looks like a virgin's idea of sex personified. You realize with regret how woefully naive and innocent your sissy daughter really is. Your shy son never got to experience sex, dating, relationships or anything real life had to offer before being transformed into his own forbidden fantasy. The worst part is, that doesn't stop you from wanting to fuck her.
Reality starts closing in on you as you remember all the horrible things your 'reflection' did last night in your warped waking dream. In the cold light of day, all your illusions burn away. Despite the oppressive sense of shame crushing you, you can't help but lunge for her sissy shaft before she SLAPs you away with it again.
"Enough of that, slut! It's Monday, and last I checked you were still the breadwinner. So either we start making money the 'old fashioned way', or you bite the bullet and go back to work at the construction site. I honestly prefer option 'A', but I'll let you pick...since you're in charge." Samantha practically spits out the last words, leaving little doubt that while the house may be in your name, she thinks she owns your ass. Unfortunately, she's probably right. Either way, she's letting you decide the family's fortunes, so you have to decide which of the impossibly intolerable paths to take.
Sex for cash has a seductively simplistic appeal, especially compared to facing your blue collar brute employees as a stacked sissy. Both offer nothing but degradation and decadence, but with all your savings tied up in your latest construction project, and your house mortgaged from basement to attic, you will be penniless and homeless one way or another if you don't start making serious money, and fast. The only question is whether it will be the old fashioned way, or the hard way?
[[You prefer the "hard" way->you prefer the 'hard' way]]You can't find the strength to stop her, and her hands feel so good exploiting every inch of your new body you haven't dared to explore yourself. You feel so embarrassed to be moaning and whimpering and drooling dumbly after swearing you would be a tough tomboi top just moments before, but it feels like it's been a lifetime since then. Time slows to a syrupy sweet crawl as her dainty digit slides up your ass, setting off a flurry of fireworks inside you as your nyphmo nerve endings sizzle and spark with every illicit inch. Finally, she finds your spurt spot, while simultaneously lapping your sissy sack with her talented tongue and milking your shaft with her treacherous throat.
"Oh MOAN fuck....oh OOH guh AAH guh NNH God! I'm EEEEEEEEEE!" You explode into Sugar's mischievous mouth, your whole body rocked with the powerful eruptions of ecstasy, emptying every last bit of you into the sabotaging sissy switch's hungry hole. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out like some hentai hussy as she continues to mercilessly pound your spurt spot with ever increasing force and fingers.
Two fingers has you moaning and melting under the flames of passion lapping every inch of your bimboi body from the inside out. Your manly masquerade isn't fooling anyone now, least of all yourself as you buck back against her frigging fingers and drool all over your breasts.
Three fingers filling you has you so hot that you need to rip your top off so that you can grope and squeeze and molest your own breasts now that Sugar has moved all her attention to your ass. You barely notice that she has stopped sucking your sissy shaft, as it feels even better cumming from your cunt than having your balls drained from the source. Your swollen sissy stick jumps and shoots ropes of creamy cum onto the cell floor with out being touched. It almost feels like it is being jerked off from within...only a million times better.
Four fingers has you watch helplessly as Sugar slides around to your side and moves you to your knees. You helplessly hump her hand as she joins you on the ground, crushing her lips against yours and slipping her tongue inside your mouth. You suckle it instinctively, it tastes sweeter than her name and leaves you feeling so submissive and sticky that you are willing to follow her lead, no matter how deep into Hell she drags you. Your breasts crush against hers and your hand finds its way down to slide inside her pants and pull out her pretty pricklette. You could swear someone else is moving your arm as you jerk off the jailbird Jezabel, you wonder if maybe one of the nerves Sugar is prodding is making you move your limbs.
By the time she fits her entire fist inside you, she has truly made you her little fuck puppet. You don't even offer a whimper of objection as she pushes your head down so she can replace her tongue with her gurl cock, which you also instinctively suck. You can't believe you're doing something so submissive, so sickening, so sissyish, but then again, you never could have imagined how inexplicably incredible it feels to suck a throbbing prick, or how wonderful it tastes to have a fist punch your cunt until your sissy clit spurts itself dry. You can barely process the powerful surges of sensation as your throat stretches impossibly around Sugar's hard candy, or how disgustingly, deliciously deep she can go. It's like your throat and asshole were both replaced by cunts and lubricated with liquid lust.
Sugar pats your head and coos, "That's my good lil' butch bitch. Keep suckin' my sausage and fuckin' my fist. I think you might not be such a tough guy after all. Maybe yoose ain't even a pantywaist. Maybe youse is a full blown bottom bitch skirt!" You struggle to think of an answer, even as you discover a second spurt spot in the back of your throat and are shaken by another savage sissygasm. Your mind shuts off completely as it tries and fails to process the powerful orgasms exploding like cluster bombs of climaxes inside your ass and throat, sending sticky sweet shrapnel tearing through you in exquisitely euphoric agony.
Without a thought in your head, you hear yourself cry out,
[["I'm a sissy skirt!"->im a sissy skirt]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/dream_s6TIFfCxY8llJ7vuKpNSpEw2_UD0GGOzj3zXdEaVaPTZZ_image_0.jpeg">
You see your new roomie eyeing you as you size her up as well. She's about the same build as you, smallish and stacked, with the sides of her head shaved and a long, luxurious mohawk that cascades down her back in pleats that evoke a mix between a Barbie doll and a GI Jane action figure. You get a vibe off her that she is down to either fuck or fight, and she will probably spurt either way. You give as good as you get, staring right back at her with a look that says you can dish it out just as well as you can take it.
Finally she sighs and smiles and extends her hand to you, "Hiya, I'm Sugar." She says in a squeaky Bronx accent, "Now that we've gotten the 'don't fuck with me if you don't want to get fucked back' stare down out of the way, maybe we can relax and get to know one another?" You hesitantly take her hand, her grip is firm, but not crushing, and she grazes your palm with her fingers as she pulls away sending tingles up your arm. You take a step back and try to take her in. She sure doesn't act like Pixie or Nurse Honey, but she certainly isn't manly either. Her top is unbuttoned low enough to show off a black bra with lace trim, and a skull and crossbones tattoo with a pink bow on her left breast. Her pants seem standard issue, save for the extra padding stitched into the knees.
She must notice your curiosity, because she volunteers, "I can tell you're new, and you're probably wondering how much you can ask before I hafta work you over. Dontcha worry, I'm a real laid back sissy. I'm what most gurls call a 'panty waist'. I don't mind bein' a little gurly, and I will catch, if I like yer pitch, but I will also fuck a bottom bitch, or 'skirt', if she is down for a pounding. The important thing to know is that if you bottom to a bimboi even once, then you are only gonna be a panty waist at best, and if you bottom too often, or you get made someone's bitch, or you bottom to a skirt, then you are a skirt for life."
She finishes her little welcome speech, and you have more questions than answers when she's finished, but you don't want to sound weak and uncertain. Instead you push out your chest and say in the deepest octave you can manage, "Don't worry your pretty little head about me bottoming. Dan Dodger is never going to bottom." Your voice only cracks a little, and Sugar smiles sweetly as if she's heard this joke more times than she can remember, but she still likes the way you tell it.
"Watch out, we got ourselves a real hardass ovah here." Sugar air boxes playfully and you relax a little. You realize that you can't be on guard every second of every day. If you can get along with your cellie, then you can have at least one place of refuge in this pit of vipers and vixens. You smile and she drops her guard, "It's all right, tough guy, I know how it is. You keep your sense of humor and we should get along just fine. There's a change of clothes on your bunk, I hope you ain't the shy type, cuz we ain't got much in the way of privacy here."
You keep one eye on Sugar as you grab your clothes off the bottom bunk and change into a uniform that fits your smaller, curvier physique. She keeps one eye on you, and despite your shyness, your body reacts to the attention, your chest flushes, nipples harden, your cock swells, and your spurt spot deep inside you throbs needily. You try to ignore it and shoot the shit with Sugar, the usual getting to know you without asking anything actually personal kind of shit. You are a little surprised how easy she is to talk to. You expected sissies to all be vapid and sex crazed airheads, but Sugar has a quick wit and a sharp tongue, with a little sweetness added on at the end to salve the sting.
You just wish your body would get the message that it's not playtime, but your cock remains rock hard and practically drooling with desire. You feel feverish and light headed, your body literally aching to be touched, teased, tasted. You feel awkward chatting with your pants tented and your nipples poking the flimsy fabric of your tangerine top, but it's even more embarrassing to ask your new roommate if she can turn around so you can jerk off real quick. Sugar seems to be enjoying your predicament, if the tent in her trousers is any indication, and you wonder how long you will last before you pass out.
Finally she bust out laughing, "Hee hee hee! You really are gonna just pass out instead of asking for a little relief, aincha, tough guy? Sorry I strung you along, it's just you new goise are so cute. Tell ya what, normally we just get on our cots and stroke one out when we start feeling heated, but since this is your first day and I've been bustin' your chops, whadya say I help you out?" Sugar licks her lips and winks with all the subtlety of a six dollar street walker. You worry it will feel a little weird getting a blowjob from someone you will spend endless hours with, but on the other hand, her lips look so luscious that you tempted to take her up on her offer. You decide to...
[[Let sugar help you cum with her throat->let sugar help you cum with her throat]]You have had a very trying, traumatizing experience and your infection is making you feel feverish and dizzy, but not so ditzy you don't know what will happen if you bend over and let her help you. You are still straight, no matter how much your betraying body lies to you otherwise. You won't let anything slip between your cheeks, now or ever. That is a slippery slope that leads to a hard shaft. Besides, by the looks of it, this nurse is a naughty nympho, and you doubt it will be to difficult to talk her into kissing your boo boo and making it all better.
You pull your pants down freeing your thick, throbbing cock and a dangling drop of precum. Your nipples are confoundingly as hard and aching as your cock, but you ignore them and focus on the blood pumping to your prick. The Nurse notices it too, and when you suggest, "Maybe there's another way you cou-MOAN", she wraps her pornstar plump lips around your cockhead and swirls her tongue around it like a tasty lolly.
Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls as every inch she slides down lights up with sparks of sizzling sensual sensation. For the moment, you aren't cursing your lousy luck. Sure you're in prison, sure you somehow got infected with the bimbug, but you have never had a blowjob that felt this good, like your whole body can feel the pleasure of her wet, wanting throat milking the cum out of your shaft. She keeps sucking the seed straight from your spongy cockhead until you feel at least a quart drained from you. She licks her lips lustily and smiles as she raises up, and you notice her carefully hidden sissy secret poking out between her legs as it spasms and spurts from the sheer joy of slurping down your jizz.
You recall how horny Pixie had been back when you had an average cock and a sprinter's endurance. Right now you feel like you could run a marathon with your cock buried deep inside the nurse's sissy cunt, and she would be with you every step of the way. Sure it sucks having a hot body everyone wants to fuck, and that you suspect wants to fuck everyone, but you don't exactly hate the thought of being surrounded by submissive sissies that want nothing more than to feed off your cum with both of their hungry holes. You are seriously considering seeing if the nurse's cunt is as hungry as her throat when the guard busts in saying, "Well, Hell's Belles! You might not be such a sissy after all! I guess we'll find out when you Heh Heh 'meet' your roommate.
You know better than to take his bait, and instead follow silently as he leads you to your new home...the sissy wing...
And there you meet your roomate...
[[Sugar, a sweet but spicy sissy switch->sugar the sweet but spicy sissy switch]]
[[Fawn, a flinchy little wimp that practically begs to be bullied->fawn]]<img src="https://tinypic.host/images/2023/12/08/ginger-girl.jpeg">
You feel like your heart is pumping cum through every vein in your body, and that if you don't get some relief, your heart will burst. Every cell in your body cries out to cum, but you ignore them all. You look down on the flushed, feminine face of the desperate boi deep throating your cock, and you vow to hold out until he has taken every inch and you can break him so thoroughly he begs for your tainted cum.
You look over to Daisy and see her staring intently. You can't tell if she is more entranced by the raw, ravishing power of your prick filling the pretty boi's throat as he gags and glugs to get another inch deeper, or if she is hoping to see you cum short and prove yourself a slave of your body, just like you proved she was. You won't give her the satisfaction. You sneer, and snarl, "Don't just sit there, you stupid little sissy. Help this closet case cutie get every inch of my cock down his faggy little throat."
Daisy looks more hurting than hateful, and can't suppress a tiny whimper of need as she grabs James by his flaming red hair and forces him on your pretty prick until his nose is buried in your soft, smooth stomach. His throat massages your cock as he struggles for air, his face a beauteous beet red and his jade eyes growing spacy and dreamy as the he almost passes out. Daisy, an accomplished shaft swallower herself, pulls him off at just the right moment, letting one cool gasp of air to cool his burning lungs and keep him awake long enough to plunge him back balls deep on your cock.
You wonder what these sissies see in this. From your perspective, they get the short end of the 'stick', all the hurt and humiliation, while you get all the pleasure...and power. You don't see what they get out of it, then again, you spy a huge load of precum leaking from James' baby dick. Is he going to cum just from sucking your cock? Suddenly, you know exactly how to make him your sissy, even before you transform him. You tease him mercilessly, "Look at you, leaking sissy spurts from your pebble hard clit without so much as touching it. You don't even want to win our little game do you? You'd rather gag on my cock than fuck this sexy sissy slut? I'll bet you cum before I do, you femmey fail fag..."
James moan is too loud and lustful to be muffled by your meaty prick. He shudders and spasms and spurts shameful squirts all over his smooth, pale legs. It sends your own shaft into a tail spin, ready to explode any second, but you grit your teeth and tense every muscle in your body, showing some surprising strength beneath your soft curves. You push Daisy aside, almost losing it when you hear her little yelp. You pull James off your cock, feeling him struggle to get your delicious dick back in his mouth and earn his sticky sweet reward. "Not so fast. I think you want this more than I do. So if I let you swallow my superior seed and transform into a soft, stacked sissy slut, then you have to BEG to be my slave."
You aren't surprised at James' lack of hesitation. Whether he realized it or not, this is what she NEEDED. "Please, Mistress! Please let me be your sissy slave! I'll do whatever you want! My body will be yours to do whatever you want with...every hole...every inch. Please make me your sissy slave, I beg of you!" You simply smile and nod and release your grip. James no longer needs any help in sliding down your shaft in one slobbery dive. He bobs up and down mindlessly, ignoring his own bodies gag reflex, burying the shame, and swallowing his pride.
For one miraculous moment, you forget the awful ache in your ass begging to be filled, or the cooing call of your hard nipples and soft breasts just dying to be played with, you even forget the tickle in your throat, a deep itch waiting to be scratched by a fat cock. Instead, all you feel is the rush of power and the torrential flood of pleasure as you empty your balls deep inside James' throat. He guzzles it down greedily, even as it fills his mouth and flows down his soft cheeks. Daisy doesn't miss a beat, lapping up your creamy cum and sharing it with her in a kiss, even as Jaime's breast swell and crush against her own and her sissy slit throbs and grows to slide sticky and slick against her sisters.
You look down at them writhing like pigs in their own filth and your cock spurts a few last shuddery ropes over them, marking your property, baptizing them into their new life as your sissy slaves. The only question you have is what does Daisy get to do while you bust Jaime's sissy cherry?
[[She fucks Daisy while you fuck Jaime->fuck jaime she daisy]]You are sorely tempted to treat your slutty daughter exactly like the naughty, nasty fuckpet she has been acting like, but you still remember what a loyal, obedient, loving son he used to be. Maybe with the right guidance, Samantha can learn to be a good gurl. You relax your grip on her hair and slow the punishing pace of pounding her ass. You stroke her face and whisper gently, "Now if you can smarten up, pay attention, and do what Daddy says from now on, I will teach you to be a good gurl. Can you do that for Daddy?"
Samantha nods her head and her eyes begin to regain focus, but she is still too dick dumb and dazed to form words. You pull out of her completely and she pants and pouts and tries to force your cock back inside her sissy cunt by rubbing her ass up and down your slick shaft. You give her a light twack on her sore ass and calmly chide her. "No. Good gurls wait until Daddy is ready to fuck them and stop when he decides he's done. Understand?"
Again, all she can do is nod. It truly does hurt you more than it hurts her. Your cock is aching to explode inside her, but it's more important that she learns how to behave. You painfully put your prick back in your pants where the bulge throbs and teases your sissy slut daughter even worse than she teased you with her bimboi body. You head downstairs and she meekly follows, moaning and mewling the whole way down the stairs. You sit in your easy chair and spread your legs wide so she can see what she's missing. Then you coolly continue your instruction, "Good gurls do their chores before they play. I will go easy on you today and only make you scrub the living room floor."
You smile broadly as she chokes back a sob and says, "Yes, Daddy." You are glad you saved up for the marble floors. It is such thrilling, throbbing torture to watch her reflection as she scrubs and sways. Your body begs you to grab her thicc cheeks and plunge your cock hilt deep inside her, but a real man controls his urges and not the other way around. You watch and wait and wonder if this really is harder on you. Despite cumming countless times, Samantha is almost in tears waiting for you to fill her up again. She is spending almost as much time cleaning the precum dripping from her sissy clit as she is the floor.
Still, you begin to enjoy prolonging your shared purgatory with your sissy daughter. It's like prodding a toothache, painful, but an almost masochistic fascination with how much you can endure. Samantha, from the looks of it, could use a lot more experience in self restraint. Failing that, you can always lock the little slut's cocklette, muzzle her, and padlock her pussy if she needs some help learning to control her urges. Hell, you half hope she will be tough to train as punishing her is half the fun. Just listening to her struggling to muffle her moans and stifle her sobs is enough to make you almost cum in your jeans...almost.
Finally, the floor is so clean that Samantha could eat her sissy spurts off of it. You let her continue to polish perfection for a few more minutes, just to be arbitrary, and then you call her over. "That's a good girl. Now you can climb in Daddy's lap and he can give you a horsey ride like he did when you were a little boi."
Samantha squeals with giddy glee and scampers over on all fours. She wastes no time in unzipping your pants and pulling your cock out. "Oh, Daddy, your dick is so perfect! I promise I'll be a good gurl forever if you fuck me every day!" You give her a parent's patented 'We'll see' look and she happily hops into your lap and aims your throbbing cock for her hungry hole and SLAMS down hard on it, causing her sissy shaft to spurt all over your plain white t-shirt.
You grab her birthing hips and hold her tight as she tries to buck on your cock like a cowgurl riding a mechanical bull. You look her in the eyes and growl grimly, "If you can't ride nice and slow like a good gurl, you won't get your reward. Remember the Ride a Little Pony rhyme? Sing that to get your rhythm."
You relax your grip so she can slide off your cock ever so slowly, every sizzling centimeter of her cunt squeezing your shaft like she's trying to pull it off and keep it for herself. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from erupting inside her and filling her with molten man milk. She begins to sing softly. "Ride a little MOAN pony..." and she sinks down on your cock. "Going to WHIMPER town..." she bounces up and down like a bitch baby in your lap, blushing and clearly conflicted by being forced to remember this childhood chant while her riding her daddy's horse cock. "Better WHIMPER watch out..." you can practically see her eyes floating she is so backed up with sissy spunk. "Or you might..."
"FALL DOWN!" You finish the rhyme for her, lifting her helplessly into the air and then bringing her crashing down on her cock. You finally allow yourself to unleash inside her, flooding her cunt with so much come you half expect some to dribble out of her lips. You keep her impaled on your cock as you send several more ropes of semen shooting inside her. She melts in your lap, laying her head on your shoulder and crying tears of joy.
You smile and lift her head so she can see the closest thing that passes for pride for your good gurl. "Now are you going to be a good gurl from now on? Or does Daddy have to punish you more?"
Personally you think...
[[She still needs some more training->she still needs some more training]]You are tired of hiding, tired of living a lie. You can't keep running from yourself, especially now that you finally like being you. You smile serenely and pull yourself off Becca's cock before giving her a long, loving kiss. You feel her cum slide out of your well fucked ass and down your legs and you feel perversely proud. There's nothing disgusting about it, nothing disgusting about you or your desires. You scoop a handful of Becca's bimboi baby batter up and slurp it up, smiling and say, "If my dad didn't want me to end up a bimboi, he shouldn't have hired you. If he has a problem with that, he can suck my dick."
Becca does a double take as if she can't believe the bashful boi she babysat just blossomed into such a strong, self assured stunner. She takes another long look at you and then wraps an arm around you, promising, "Hell, if he has a problem with having an awesome daughter like you, he can suck MY dick." You laugh and fall back onto the couch giggling like schoolgirls and snuggling close together. You lay your head on her shoulder and feel the strange weightlessness. It's like the ground has fallen out from under you. You stand to lose your home, your family, and any stability and safety you enjoyed, but you can't stop smiling. Sure, the world you know is gone forever and you're thousands of miles above the earth with no idea how to get back down, but that doesn't matter when you know how to fly.
"Don't worry, Amy. Daddies are a dime a dozen, and yours isn't even in my top 100. I can let you crash with me until you get on your feet and if you want, I know you'd be a hit at Bimbabysitters Club. You'd have all the daddies you could ever dream of, and more than a few mommies." Becca reassures you best as she can, but you aren't so sure you want a new daddy just yet. Then again, you aren't so sure you want the old one. He's always been closed off and controlling, and as far as you're concerned, this is his last chance to be your dad, and it's not your responsibility to prove yourself worthy to be his child.
You spend the rest of the night talking with Becca about your new body, learning about it's miraculous healing abilities as well as the insane elasticity of your reshaped holes. You wish you could learn with a more 'show, don't tell' approach, but you don't want to break the news to your father by having him walk in on you getting fucked by the slutty sitter. Well, that's not entirely true, you very much WANT to ride her rigid rod reverse cowgirl and flip daddy double bird when he comes back home, but you decide it will be more productive to take a less confrontational approach.
You are a little surprised how calm you are. The CDC makes it sound like bimbois can't go five minutes without getting fucked, and here you are sitting next to a pierced princess and having a normal conversation. When you ask Becca about it, she opines, "In my experience it's only the conflicted cuties that end up sex crazy. Well that and the ones that are just looking for an excuse to be a brainless bimboi bitch. If you know who you are, and what you want, you can easily control the cravings until it's time to party. For example, I cannot wait to show you how good it feels to get double stuffed and filled with extra creme just like an Oreo, but I also know it will be more fun without unfinished business hanging over your head."
You smile up at Becca and your eyes lock in a longing stare. It's like they are pulling your lips closer...closer..."What in the world?! {First 4}?! What has she done to you?" Your father interrupts your magic moment with Becca. You are so startled by his sudden appearance that your well scripted speech dies on your lips. You feel like a little kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar. Your first instinct is to apologize, lie, blame your babysitter...anything to get out of trouble. Then, you feel Becca's hand squeeze yours softly and you look back in her eyes and find the strength you need to respond.
"It's not Aaron, it's Amy, dad! And Becca didn't do anything to me! I forced her to infect me. I chose this. I...AM...this. You have been telling me for years to stop hiding in my room and to face the world. Well, the only thing I was hiding from was myself. Myself...and you, dad. Now that I can finally accept who I really am, now that I can embrace myself, even love myself, now I'm not afraid anymore. I love you, dad. I really, really do, but if you don't love me as I am, then you can suck my dick." You watch your father's jaw drop in slack surprise. You are proud of yourself for being able to hold in the tears, but you still can't read your father's face to guess what his reaction will be. The important thing is that you spoke your truth. You have Becca to back you up, and if you dad kicks you to the curb, you can think of worse places to crash than in her adoring arms.
After what feels like an eternity, you see your dad forming a response. It looks like he is trying to work a live hand grenade out of his throat, and his expression could be anything from anguish to anger.
Finally, after what feel like an eternity, he says...
[["I am so so proud of you, Amy."->i am so proud of you amy]]You bellow your name in a primal roar of victory. The audience roars riotously in response and you look down at Candi the Conquered as she looks up at you with new eyes. There is fear in her eyes of course, both fear of your dominating presence and your hard, hungry cock, but also fear about the threshold she is about to cross. She had been so proud of never bottoming to a sissy. Now that she's about to be a bitch's bitch, she must be worried. What if she likes it? What if she likes it more than topping? You plan to make her LOVE it. You want her to love it more than she's ever loved anything, just to prove that you can.
"Now the part you've all been waiting for, The Barbarian claims her prize and gets to do anything she wants to the 'Conqueror' until The Barbarian cums." The announcer rings out over the loudspeaker and the stands grow hushed.
You begin by snapping your fingers and pointing to your drooling dick. It's not a long or thick as her monster, but you smirk knowing it won't matter once you are done with her because she will never use it again anyway. Candi opens her bubblegum pink lips around your cockhead and hesitates a second, probably hoping it won't taste as good as stud shafts. You are tempted to grab her by the hair and face fuck her into you fill her with so much cum she sloshes when she crawls away, but you don't want to make it easy on her. In the end, it will be far crueler to let her take her time, let her hunger force her onto your cock and let her lust melt her from the inside out.
You watch her eyes she tries to deny the horrible hunger calling her to fall deeper into the void. How can she fight against her own decadent desires with only her shattered pride as a shield? Sure enough, tentative tastes and begrudging kisses give way to loving licks and sweet, surrendering sucks. Before you know it, she has devoured your dick, desperately trying to suck the cum straight from your balls into her thirsty throat. It is tempting to say the least. Her tongue is so talented, and it is writing a sticky sweet siren song of satisfaction against your swollen shaft...but you have something more fun in mind. She does not get to take your load so easily. No, you will GIVE it to her when she has earned it.
You push her off your prick with your foot. She struggles at first, but ultimately goes slack and lets you push her to the ground. You see it again at the edges of her deep blue eyes, hot haughty hatred. Time to drown it out for good. You slip between her legs and slide your meat missile past her plump posterior and against her puckering pussy. You let her lay like that for a few agonizing seconds, watch her spite for you sparkle in her eyes and then begin to dim as the ache inside her whimpers out, "Like...doncha wanna WHIMPER fuck me? I'm like totes UNH hot and I was such AAH a bitch. Don't you wanna like MOAN punish me?"
You smile cruelly and see something new in her eyes...recognition. You lick your lips, anticipating how savory her submission will taste. She licks hers, and you can see the light dying in her eyes...
She is so close to breaking...but then again, who wants to play with a broken toy? Do you dare defeat her without utterly destroying her?
You decide to...
[[Stoke the fires->stoke the fires]]"Yessss OOH fuck YIPYIP yesss MOAN make SNNRT me OOOOH your UNHUHUH sissy EEEE bimboi AAH biiiiiiitch!" You scream out senselessly as Drew pumps what feels like an ocean's worth of cum inside you, but somehow, the dam don't burst. Your eyes roll in the back of your head and you cum like a fountain as you have an euphoric epileptic fit, hanging off your friend flopping wildly in midair.
"Uhm...it didn't break dude." Drew sits you down on the couch and pulls out of you. He gives you a more than friendly kiss and has to hold you back as you return it hungrily. Your body is still quivering from climatic aftershocks and you feel a vague fear about the crashing come down after such a heady high. Maybe if you never stop fucking, you won't have to worry if you are gay or a girl or something else entirely. Unfortunately for you, your friend pulls you away, panting, "Whoa...whoa. Just...whew give me a second to catch my breath. You should probably drink something to stay hydrated."
You stumble off the couch, feeling to weak and legs to wobbly to walk, but crawling comes naturally enough. Your ass instinctively arches and sways hypnotically behind you as you make your way to the mini fridge and open a White Claw. "Oh...I meant maybe water but I guess...and it's gone." Drew sounds surprised as you pound down the drink and then immediately start in on another. "Uh...Brian? Are you okay? I mean...if you want to talk about this we can. I'm your friend and we can talk about...dude slow down! That's three in a row!"
You finish your third and the saying holds true, it is the charm. You don't want to talk about what you just did or what you just screamed. You want to get fucked up, get fucked, suck on a joint, then hit Drew's joint, fool around and then fool around and never once have to worry about what it means. And if during one of those times the condom should break, then the decision would be taken out of your hands.
"Brian...Brian! Wait! We NNH should talk AAH about this...we...oh OOOOH fuck just keep sucking..." Drew's objection's die on his lips as your wrap around his shaft. Soon he is back up to full size and his libido is back in the driver's seat. You slide a fresh wrapper down his swollen salami and begin working on your efforts to deep throat his cock, getting further and further each time you sputter and stall out. You're mind feels sluggish and muddy, which suits you fine because you are in a filthy mood. Your cheeks are flushed and shiny with spit, your eyes lost and lusty, but your lips are smiling stretched around Drew's throbbing tool.
Drew is getting into the spirit of things. He cock walks you over to the fridge and starts pounding drinks himself. He moans down at you gutturally, "Gonna GRR be my little party slut? Want me MOAN to dress you up in some of my sissy NNGH conquests' panties like the boi AAH in the video? Want me to call you Brandi and make OOH out with you until you melt?" His tipsy tirade tips you over the edge, you kiss your way up his body and when you reach his lips, you suck them harder than you did his cock. He returns the favor with interest, fucking your mouth with his tongue harder than he fucked your ass. You stumble backwards, spit swapping and soul kissing as he leads you to his bed and sets you down, breaking the kiss to toss you a semen stained silk thong and a ratty pair of fishnets.
"Call mmmeee Brandi and I'm dressh up prettey for you," you slur as you slip into the lewd lingerie. "Kisssh muh and I'ma fugg yew," you stand to kiss your friend and fall back giggling. "Fugg me an' I'm love yew." You look up at your beautiful bimboi friend, a paragon of masculinity, confident and cocky and deliciously domimant, even with a pinup's face and a pornstar's proportions. You look over and see yourself in the closet mirror, the platonic ideal of femininity, yielding and yearning and submissively surrendering, despite your male body. You would struggle with the paradox if you weren't so blazed and bombed and boned and begging to get buttfucked.
"Okay, Brandi! Just remember you asked for it." Drew drapes his body over your, his heavy breasts pinning your body down as his tongue does the same to yours. You spread your legs wide and wrap them around his waspish waist as he aims his condom covered cock up against your gaping hole. Drew tries to start slow, set a mood, maybe even make love, but you are too greedy for the good stuff, and you pull him inside you with your legs as you push up into him with your hips. "Sexy SLURP fucking SHHLP slut! You MMPH want to NNG get NNF fucked fast? I can MOAN fuck fast!"
Drew drives his long cock inside you in one savage thrust, sending a weak stream of semen into your silky panties. He pulls out just as suddenly and plunges back into the hilt faster than you can pant in pleasure. Soon he is bottoming out in you over and over in the space of seconds, his mouth moaning against yours and his hands roaming all over your body, grasping and groping and making you wish you had a bimboi body for him to play with. He seems to be more than satisfied with your small, slightly feminine frame especially if his frantic thrusts and nonstop moans mean anything.
"Fuck MOAN me EEE breed NNH me AAH break me WHIMPER make YIP me SNRRT your NNG girl!" You babble blissfully and brainlessly as Drew drives away any lingering doubts with his powerful pistoning python. You are way too fucked up to keep track of how many orgasms he has railed into you, losing count at a 'gabillion'. You want him to fuck you forever. You want him to make you his girl from the inside out. When he finally erupts, you want his ejaculate to explode his condom and seal your sissy fate.
"NnnGGgh FUUUUCK YEEEEEEESSSSSS!" Drew keeps pounding as his prick pumps thick gooey gushes into his rubber. You pound back on him, hoping to pop his cum balloon and complete your transformation, but the levy holds and he pulls out with a sigh. "That was...amazing." Drew kisses you and rolls off of you onto his back. After he catches his breath, he says, "You know, it seems like you were kind of disappointed that the condom didn't burst. I mean, I'm not comfortable infecting you in your current condition, but if you still want to fool around without the condom in the morning, we can talk about it."
You give him a withering look and crawl out of bed, already looking for another rubber. "Sssshush! Ima not a sisssssy. Juss wanna pardy is all. Whassamatta? Yew cann hang?" You slink back to Drew who is still dazed and winded and begin sucking his beautiful balls. He shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the way the party is headed, but you stay locked on his nuts like a lusty lampry. Even if he does want to take the high road and not infect you when you are high and drunk and horny, his bimbug infected body is not so chivalrous and his rod is soon rising and rigid and ready for round three.
"Thatssss...not...fair," it's Drew's turn to slur his words now. Less from drunkenness and more from desire. You feel guilty for using his disease's drive to spread infection against his nobler wishes, or you would if you were capable of feeling anything other than a humiliating hunger and a need to be blissfully, blamelessly bimbofied. You slide on another prophylactic on Drew's cock and slide your ass down it again, as he lies helplessly humping up into you. You keep telling yourself...third times the charm...third times the charm...third times the charm...
Or is it the thirtieth?
[[Maybe the three hundredth?->long cum down]]You wake up to smell of sizzling bacon and warm waffles wafting into the room. You stretch sleepily and check the clock seeing it is an early 11:11 AM. You roll out of bed and throw on a robe, your stomach growling as you make your way into Joy's cozy kitchen. She is wearing a sleep shirt and sweats, nothing 'sexy' so to speak, but knowing what is hiding underneath still makes you squirm as hard as if she were wearing the lewdest of lingerie. She sees you and smiles...warmly, welcoming, like she couldn't be happier to see you, and you feel loved in a way you haven't since you can't remember when. "Morning, sleepy sloth. I thought the smell of breakfast would wake you up. Have a seat, it's almost ready."
You sit down, so excited for this basic breakfast that you feel like a kid at Christmas. When Joy sets down your plate, you manage to mumble a perfunctory polite "Thankew" before stuffing your face. It's not like Joy is a world class chef, but the little notes of care, like softening the butter before putting it on your plate, adding a pinch of cinnamon to the waffle batter, and taking the slightly burnt pieces of bacon for herself so you get the perfectly crisp ones makes every bite taste like love.
"You girls always have the biggest appetites. I swear, Becca has you work all night and fuck half the day. It's a wonder you don't all starve to death. Too focused on your other hungers no doubt. Well, here you don't have to choose. You just finish breakfast and let 'mommy' take care of those cravings." Joy crawls under the table as you cram another forkful of food in your mouth. You pause to peek underneath and see her slipping off her sleep shirt and pulling your robe apart to wrap her milky mommy pillows around your painfully pulsing prick.
Joy snaps sweetly, "No peeking, pretty peeper. Just take your time and enjoy that breakfast. Chew slow now, and savor every bite. Because when you finish, so does 'mommy'." You groan low and lustfully and chew your food as slowly as possible. You don't want to rush 'mommy' when she's sliding her silky soft skin around your rock hard shaft. You drool on your plate and take another bite of bacon to stifle a whimper. It's like you can taste how good her downy, doughy double D's feel milking your breakfast meat until it's ready to burst.
"Oooooh. SHLPP Someone's MMPH making MMM milk for SLURP mommy. SUCK Yummy." Joy jerks your cock off with her tits while sucking your cock head with every booby bounce. Your eyes roll back into your head and you struggle to keep the sweet, sticky syrup from spilling past your plump lips. You chew in time with mommy's pump and sucks, every blissful bite making you moan and your cock throb so hard you think it might split down the middle. You can't take it much longer, the tantalizing torture drives you crazy. You buck your hips and stuff your face, losing yourself to lust and licking the plate as mommy finishes her breakfast, sucking every last bit of syrup from your spurting sausage.
"Nnggh oOOoOooOoh MooOOommyyyyy!" You can't seem to stop cumming. Up until now, you've always had the cum fucked out of you. When it does, it's like your entire body is cumming at the same time. This is a new experience...so focused and intense it's like a dozen orgasms forced through your tiny cock hole in a euphoric eruption. You are still definitely a born bottom, but you could get used to waking up like this. You lie your head on your plate, drooling dreamily as mommy guzzles up every last gob of girl goo.
Joy pops up from the table, licking her lips. "Alright, missy. That's enough lollygagging. If you want more breakfasts like this, you're going to start doing chores, going back to school or getting your GED, and working on life goals beyond getting fucked." You want to argue that so far getting fucked seems to be the only thing you're good at, but you want more meals like this and more importantly, you want Joy to keep looking at you with those proud, hopeful eyes.
As long as she believes in you, you can too! You jump out of your chair, reinvigorated and ready to go! You clear the table and start doing dishes, dashing all over the house dusting, dancing to and fro doing laundry and working your way down Joy's chore list all to put a smile on her face. Well, a smile and the hopes she'll let you repay the favor for breakfast and let you make lunch and serve it with a smile and a suck.
Then it hits you...as perfect as this day is, it's missing something important. You hate to impose any further or seem ungrateful, but you think one of the things Joy is trying to teach you is how to ask for what you want. It's hard enough just admitting it to yourself, much less saying it out loud, but if you don't, then you won't ever start really living. You take a deep breath, clench your fists so tight that your nails dig into your flesh, and you ask her...
[["Can my friend come stay with us?"->can my friend come stay with us]]You give Joy a look that makes her blush and whisper, "Will you tuck me in, mommy?" She wastes no time in scooping you up into her arms and carrying you down the hall to her bedroom. You half expect candles, silk sheets, maybe a four poster bed with cuffs clamped to the posts, but it's a plain, but pleasant room with an ordinary king size bed. You certainly aren't disappointed when she sets you down and strips out of her clothes.
Your eyes drool down her body, connecting the dots of her fetching freckles on her fair skin from her massive mommy melons ending just above her pretty pink nipples that are bigger than your mouth...further down to the comely curves of her hips and slight, Rubenesque roll of her soft stomach, trailing to her thick cock and further to her lithesome legs. By the time you finish your tour she is in bed and holding the covers up cooing, "Do you want to kiss mommy goodnight?"
You are out of your clothes in seconds, not wanting anything to get in the way of your skin against hers. You slip under the covers and into her arms, your tender tiny teen titties crushing up against her breasts which are so much larger that they caress your chin, and your throbbing cock is also dwarfed by her sizable shaft as the snuggle up against each other. You feel her legs slide scintillatingly up and down yours before wrapping around you to pull you in tight, and as if you weren't close enough, she encircles you in her arms and reaches down to knead the moans out of your doughy ass. You feel like you are melting, but you are hyper aware of every moment, not disappearing like you have with some of your more pervy partners. You'll figure out the why of it later, as right now all your wondering is when she is going to kiss you.
Tired of waiting for her to claim your tongue, you plant it in her mouth instead, slipping past her plump lips and teasing it with fast flicks and slow circles until you charm it out slithering snakelike into your mouth. "Good SHHLP girl. Now MMPH mommy MMM wants you to LICK cum for SLURP her." No sooner do you hear the words than you erupt all over her cock, splattering on her stomach and basting her breasts. Your 'mommy' starts to slide her tongue deeper down your throat as your body jumps and twitches like it's being seizes by a current of erotic electricity and your climatic convulsions continue until she is absolutely drenched in your creamy cum.
Throwing back the covers so you can see her beautiful body shining and sticky through the thin rays of moonlight peeking through the drapes, she admonishes you, "Such a messy girl. You'd better clean mommy with that naughty tongue if you want to get fucked into bed." You drool dumbly and nod eagerly, feeling that sweltering sting of shame you shared about earlier. Only with a willing partner you trust, it feels playful and exciting and doesn't twist your stomach in knots or make you hate yourself for how humilicious she looks. You dive in face first, burying your face between her breasts and groping the generous globes as you suckle and lick every last drop up...and then keep nuzzling and nursing them until you feel her hand pushing you down lower.
"Yes, MMPH mommy. I'll LICK clean you SHHLP up real SLURP good." Your tongue trails down her stomach and makes a detour to her creamy, cum coated thighs. You feel them squeeze your head just tightly enough to let you know they could crush you, even though you know she never would. You kiss your way up to her seed slather sack and up her slimy shaft. You have licked your fair share of sissy spurts off the supple skin of sissies, but you haven't felt this uninhibited and wild since you first made love to Ella. You wonder what that means for you and your fembimboi friend or what it means for you and your mommy MILF, but most of all you wonder if you can make her cum down your throat before she fucks you into bed.
"Oh MOAN my NNNGGH GoooOOOoOoOod!" You get your answer as mommy moans while you milk her massive meat, rolling your 'R's against her balls while jerking her off with your throat. She fills your throat within seconds, and you greedily gulp it down, washing down your cockies with a nice thick glass of mommy milk. Greedy and naughty as ever, only now gleefully so, you keep sucking and sliding your hands up to tweak and twist her nipples, earning an admonition, "You greedy girl!" and a second helping of delicious dessert down your hungry hole.
"Get up here, brat." Mommy commands in an oh so kind tone. You slide up her body, kissing and licking and sucking even more hungrily than your trip down, reaching her lips for round two. This time you're the one sliding your tongue down her throat, taking her by surprise and making her whimper just loud enough for you to hear it. Your dominant streak lasts just long enough for mommy to take charge. She pins your tongue down with hers, then rolling you over and making you squeal with giddy glee, she lifts your legs up over her shoulders and slides her slick shaft past your ample ass cheeks and up your dripping wet cunt.
This is new...getting fucked certainly isn't, but making love is only something you've done once before, and then with a partner as pent up and fumbling as you were. Mommy knows how to take her time, slowing working her dick deeper and deeper inside you to discover every squishy spot that makes you melt. You feel like you are going to slide all over her tongue and down her throat, but you don't worry about disappearing, because you know once she's done, mommy will make you all new again, a reborn bimbaby. She can tell you're close, so she pulls her tongue out of your mouth and replaces a fat nipple. Just as you feel yourself about to burst, you feel a warm, wet jet of cum shoot from her breast and onto your tantalized tongue. "Oh SHLLP SUCK MMMommMMPHyyyyy! GLUG MMM GUG"
You suckle her spray then move to her other milkbag, squeezing thick ropes of sweet cream down your throat even as you spray your own seed all over her stomach. You cum so hard it hurts, but mommy is there to make you feel better, fucking you harder and cooing, "Good baby, MOAN mommy's going NNGH to keep feeding OOH you until you AAAH pass out." And she does, pounding you in every position. Sometimes hard and hot with your skin slapping and sweat sliding together in a pattycake ryhym. Sometimes soft and slow and lovey dovey until you feel like you have a toothache all over it's so sweet. Finally just before dawn, you beg her nice enough to spank and choke you and spit in your mouth, and she unleashes Hell inside you with the grace of an angel, all the while telling you how much she loves her filthy little slut.
The sun rises on you finally settling in, slipping into dreamland, wondering how it can compete with your new reality. You have a lot of questions to answer, and a lot of growing up to do, but somehow you know with your mommy helping you, you will figure it out eventually.
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"Thank you officers, I'll take it from here. After tonight she won't want to sit down for a week, much less try to get into any more trouble. They give you a sly, knowing smile before heading out. Samantha is giving you one too, and licking her cherry red lips in anticipation. She is squirming in her 'school uniform', which you suspect isn't school issue, because it is made out of rubber and the top covers barely more than a bra would and the pleated 'skirt' covers slightly more than a belt. You can see her sissy clit throbbing in her white sheer nylon thong and it makes you sick. The fact that she's been expelled from school for a month, and that it's a Sunday, makes you seriously question her wardrobe as well.
She seems to think this will be some kind of kinky reward, but you hope even her demented desires don't extend to her flesh and blood. After all, you'd never consider fucking her beautiful bubble butt, no matter how often she teases and torments you with it. What you will do, however, is spank it red and raw and make her think twice about her actions. "Wipe that smile off your face, Samantha. It's time you learned the value of discipline. Come here and climb on my lap."
She barely suppresses a giddy giggle before saying as somberly as she can, "Oh yes sir, Daddy sir. I have been waiting for you to put me in my place for so long!" She sounds eager a kitten to play, but she sure takes her time sauntering over to you. Perhaps she just wants to put off her punishment, but if you didn't know any better, you'd say she was torturing you with slow, swaying glimpses of her ravishing, rippling figure as she makes her way towards you. You feel your cock twitch and throb in response and curse it for the countless time. You might not even think about doing anything sexual with your sissy daughter, but you constantly have to remind your dick of that fact.
Samantha climbs on your lap and you can feel her warm, wanting weight crush against your denim covered cock. The thick fabric isn't enough to hide your bulge and your daughter moans as she grinds her pantied prickette against your groin. You raise an arm high in the air and send it crashing down much harder than you intended to start off with.
SMACK
Samantha yelps and cries out, "Oooh DaddEEEEE! That MOAN hurt!" You feel your knee jerk instinct to take care of your weak, whimpery son turned daughter. You begin rubbing the huge, hand shaped welt on her thick cheek, but then she grinds her ass into your hand so that you're practically groping her and she moans even louder and bucks her hips to caress your cock with her drooling clit. "I can be a good gurl if you let me, Daddy. I can make you feel good too." The sissy siren takes your free hand in hers and pulls it towards her moaning mouth so she can suck your thumb.
THWACK
You land another fierce blow on her other cheek and then one on the same spot you already warmed up.
SLAP
Samantha struggles in your lap and kicks her legs helplessly, but you hold her firm. She obsessively suckles your thumb, even rolling her tongue in slow circles around it, but you tell yourself it's just a coping mechanism. You'll give her something to cope with. You raise your hand, hesitating a second until you see the thirsty little trap tramp wink at you.
CRACK SPANK SMACK THWACK
You rain blows down on her raw, reddened rump like lightening bolts. She writhes in agony and bellows like a wounded beast, and it tears at your heart, but you know she has to learn her lesson. You think you might actually getting through to her as she sobs breathlessly and her body spasms from the suffering you've inflicted upon her. Then, you notice something oddly rhythmic about the way her swollen sissy shaft is 'accidentally' rubbing against your hard on. "You little slut, you're getting off on this aren't you?!"
Samantha gives up on any semblance of self restraint and begins humping your lap like a dog that needs to be fixed. "Please, Daddy, punish me more. I'm so WHIMPER close to cumming!" You see red as your degenerate daughter tries to use her daddy's dick and hard hands to get off on. The final straw snaps and you snap with it. What happens next horrifies you, but it's like your walking through a waking wet nightmare...
[[But it's too late to stop now->but its too late to stop now]]"Wait! There's been a terrible mistake! I got infected by this sloppy sissy slut, but I'm not a sissy!" You push past the convicts who squeeze and grope you as you squirm through. For not being a sissy, your body responds surprisingly strongly to their slightest touch. By the time you reach the guards, you are flushed and panting and they don't seem particularly convinced that you aren't exactly what you look like.
"Okay, skel, I'm sure you're a real hardass. Why don't we get you to the nurse so she can make sure you're not a sloppy sissy slut like Fairy here." He grabs you roughly by the arms and pins you against the bars. You yelp helplessly as your breasts crush painfully against the hard steel and cuffs bite into the tender flesh of your wrists. You can't help but notice the guard's hard cock rubbing against between your thick ass. You bite your tongue to hold off from whimpering weakly, and he begins to lead you away with Pixie being dragged just behind you.
Your pants are barely hanging off you due to your smaller stature, and you have to hold them up with one of your handcuffed hands. Your breasts flop lewdly and you hear the shouts from the inmates and you feel embarrassingly exposed. Worse, you can't help but feel awkwardly aroused, your nipples visibly tenting your top and your cock hard and bulging against your pants.
By time you reach the hallway outside of the clinic you are dazed and dripping with a mix of horror and horniness. The guards set you and Pixie down next to each other, but your arms are still handcuffed helplessly behind you. You squirm in your seat and try to will your cock to stop throbbing, but it just aches harder and oozes precum, staining your pants. You wish you could get some relief so you could think straight, but with your hands bound there is nothing you can do.
"Psst. Hey, sorry about the whole infecting you thing." Pixie leans over to whisper in your ear, her breasts glancing against yours which make your nipples ache with agonizing arousal. "I know it's uhm 'hard' to deal with at first. If you want, I could suck you off to show how sorry I am." She licks her lips and eyes the damp stain on your pants hungrily, and you suspect you might be the one doing her a favor if you let her suck you off.
It is certainly tempting, but the guards are just on the other side of the door and could be back any second. You aren't sure what the rules in Sissy Block are, but 'don't get a blowie outside of the nurse's office' is probably one of them. You ache all over and feel so bloated and pent up. You have to do something soon, but is it worth the risk?
Will you let Pixie relieve some pressure?
[[Let Pixie blow you->let pixie blow you]]
[[Better wait for the Nurse->better wait for the nurse]]You wake up with a hard on that could crack walnuts. You decide you have punished Samantha enough, if only because you are ready to finally cum yourself. You are pretty confident she will be much more obedient after a sleepless night surrounded by porn, so you don't even consider the possibility that she still wants to be stubborn. You open the coffin-like box and she practically leaps into your arms, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
"There, there Samantha. Daddy will always forgive you...after you take your punishment. Now lets get you cleaned up." She nods against your chest and whimpers gratefully as you scoop her up and carry her upstairs to your master bathroom. She nestles her head into your chest and you wonder wistfully how she can be so thankful and loving after a long night of pornographic punishment. Then again, you aren't too concerned with the 'why' of your sissy daughters new obedient outlook now that you know how to keep her that way.
You set her down gingerly in the shower. She still holds on tight with her arms wrapped snakelike around your torso. Whether to stay standing on her wobbly legs, or just because she can't help but hang on to her Daddy, again you don't care as long as she realizes she NEEDS her Daddy. You pull a stainless steel key from around your neck and unlock her muzzle and chastity belt. They CLANG to the floor and she jumps and clings tighter. Your sadistic smile softens somewhat as you feel a fatherly instinct to protect the frail femboi. But another instinct overwhelms that. You've denied your own desires and pleasures for too long to steer Samantha on the right course. Now that she's finally learned her lesson, it's time for your reward.
"Let's get a few things straight. First off, I'm going to spend all day fucking you." She moans and a steady stream of prespurts leak from her still locked sissy clit. You turn on the shower and the hot spray steams against her skin, making her shiny and smooth and look so fresh and faux innocent. "But that means you'll owe me." Samantha nods dumbly, willing to agree to anything to finally get the sissy spurts fucked out of her after an eternity of edging painfully in her prison. "This nasty thing..." you flick her cage and it rings out in harmony with her stifled sob as her sissy dribbles wash away down the drain like tears drowned by the rain, "is going to stay locked up until I can be sure you will be a good gurl without constant supervision."
Samantha looks up at you with wet, wanting eyes and begins stroking your swollen shaft. You feel a growl building inside you, begging to become a roar. She keeps her loving, lustful gaze locked on yours as she sinks to her knees and kisses your cock chastely. "Can I start being a good gurl now? Pwease, Daddy? I know you love it, but it's so hard being bad sometimes." You are the one nodding dumbly now. You are shocked speechless by the realization that all of Samantha's horrible, whorish behavior and erotic exhibitionist exploits were all a ploy for attention. That and because you realize your devoted, doting daughter is devouring your dick with the expertise of a veteran hooker and the passion and enthusiasm of a cock addict getting their first taste of the good stuff.
"Good...NNGH gurl." You pat her head and a thick spurt of sissy spunk explodes from her cage with the pressure of a super soaker. The sight of your sissy slut daughter cumming from a head pat and the feeling of her throat spasming around your cock is enough to set you off. It feels like a year since you last came inside her and with the amount you flood her throat, mouth, and face, it could be a years worth for lesser men. But you're just getting started. That was the growl, but you want her to feel the ROAR ripping through her.
You lift her off the ground and spin her around. Still unsteady, she has to brace the shower wall with shaking arms and you grab her legs and lift her into the air, so that you are the only thing keeping her from crashing into the hard tile floor. "So, you like to play games to rile up your Daddy until he finally fucks you like the slut you are, is that it?" You meant it as a rhetorical question, but even if she wanted to answer, all that comes out is whimpery wails when you slam the full length of your still hard cock balls deep inside her soft, supple ass. You piston punishingly, crushing her breasts and face against the wall and relentlessly ramming your thick cock in and out of her in a brutally blissful blur.
You hear her soulful sobs turn to sweltering sighs as you continue to fill her cunt at a grueling pace. Her sissy clit spurts nonstop in her steel cage. Her puckered pussy climaxes around your cock, practically sucking the cum out of your balls, but with your last load still sticky on her face, you can outlast her hungry hole. Sighs turn to animalistic moans and piggy grunts as she melts mindlessly under the steamy spray and on your searing shaft sawing in and out of her. This is her reward, and yours, and you realise for the first time, that you've both spent a lifetime earning it.
"Thu MOAN thu WHIMPER thank SNRRT yuh SNORT yuh UNH yoooOoooOOoooh DaddEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Samantha cries out angelically, unguarded for the first time in forever. All your life you have done your best to love your son despite his failings. Now that she is your daughter she's done her best to give you what she thought you wanted, a bad gurl to punish. Worse, you realise she is right...you want, no NEED her to be naughty every now and then so you can get off on punishing her and yourself. She loves you, not in spite of your failings, but because of them, and you suddenly realise you love her for exactly the same reasons.
"I love you, Samantha! I'm NNGH proud of you! You're the best bad little good GRRR gurl a nice NNNG naughty Daddy could AAH ask for." You pull her off the wall and turn her around, impaling her on your cock as you plunge your tongue inside her mouth. She is shocked, but instinctively nurses it like a mother's nipple. You taste a bit of yourself still on her tongue, but she tastes too damn sweet for you to care. You explode inside her with the power of an exploding star and shoot so much cum inside her that her belly swells. Your whole body tingles like the tip of your pulsing prick and you sink to the shower floor with Samantha still wrapped around you and with her tongue still wrapped around yours.
After a euphoric eternity, you break the kiss and stroke her hair sweetly. You look into her eyes with unguarded gentleness and open hearted love. Your cock still inside her, you ask, "So do you want to be a good gurl for Daddy until he gets bored so he can punish you good again?"
She answers by squeezing your shaft with her well fucked cunt. She knows you will love her at her worst and fuck her the best of any man she's ever had or ever will have, and you know you've never been prouder of your beautiful baby bimboi. Looking back, you can't help but feel like something's always been missing in your relationship. Now, with your daughter, you finally find yourself looking forward to the future. This is no fairytale ending, but in this life you have created, this can only be classified as a...
Happy Ending
(Ending 16: Beautiful Baby Bimboi)
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[[Restart!->continue]]You couldn't stop now if you wanted to. Her thick cock is just so suckably sweet and you want just a little taste of her cum. Way too late to save you, a voice inside you screams that if you swallow even a drop of her soiled seed, you'll turn into a bimboi like her. For some reason, that just makes you suck harder. You imagine what kind of bimboi you might be, hoping you turn out half as cute as this darling doll, but big enough to bully her.
That image is burned into your mind as the cum fills your throat and floods your mouth. Annabelle looks horrified, falling back on her well cushioned bottom in her panic. Far from panicking, you greedily guzzle down every drop as if you are worried you won't get the full benefit of the bimbug if you don't.
It's so far from what you feared that you kick yourself for not doing it sooner. Your cock throbs and swells so big it splits your skinny jeans open. Your chest swells until your tits stretch your shirt, barely covering your Double EE breasts. Your hips grow curvier and your thighs thicken, feeling strong enough to crush coal into diamonds. Your ass grows larger, but also firmer, like two beach balls ready to explode. The changes don't stop there, either. You have heard of boi's shrinking, but somehow your bones stretch and your muscles swell until you stand before the tiny doll as an Amazonian bombshell.
"I...I'm sorry?" Annabelle offers weakly, whimpering wetly. You smile down at her to let her know there are no hard feelings. Then you pull her cloak off of her and toss it over yourself, shimmy free of your tattered clothes. You toss the smaller sissy over your shoulder like a war prize and carry her through the woods. It's a lot less scary at six feet twelve inches, especially since the last foot is dangling between your legs.
You traipse through the deep dark woods with your damsel in distress squirming on your shoulder, her hard cock throbbing against you letting you know she's not totally hating this treatment. You're no longer worried about running into another hunting harlot. For one thing, you've already been transformed. More importantly, you have become the kind of gurl that used to scare you, and you are itching for an excuse to scare them back.
You have no such luck. You make it out of the deep dark woods and don't even get to bully the big bad wolf. Instead you arrive back at your dorm uninterrupted and carry your conquest up to your room. It's locked...Daisy must have wrangled another date. No longer intimidated by the boozy bimboi, you pound on the door, loving the sounds of frustrated moans as she comes to the door, looking ready to rip through her slinky satin nighty. "Do you want me to rape you into a sissy, Brian? Brian?!"
You pull the flabbergasted futa out of the way,saying, "It's Brandi now, bitch." You see Dwight, a nerdy goth boi that Daisy has already talked into wearing her panties and party dress. You see potential in that boi. You turn to your ravishing roommate and say, "Take this boi back to his dorm. If the loser's roommate is there, then you can bring me two bimboi bitches back to add to my stable." At first you think Daisy is going to take a shot at you, but she sees something in your cocky smile that tells her she won't like how that turns out. This isn't finished, but she surrendered the first battle without a fight, and you wouldn't mind a little war with her.
With the room to yourselves, you can finally set down Annabelle. You can tell that she likes the new you from the way she left a puddle of precum on your cloak. You cast it off, standing naked and proud before your pretty, petite prize. She looks up at you, eyes wet and wanting, filled with dread and desire and horny hope. You realize that you could hurt her and she would love you for it. You have total power over her, over most any sissy you meet for that matter, but just because you can be cruel doesn't mean you have to. If you can be anything, why not be kind?
[CURRENT ROUTE END. TO BE COMPLETED IN FUTURE]
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[[Restart!->continue]]The Three J's step away from you for a minute to form a huddle and discuss something in hushed, urgent tones. You can't help but pout and moan as every second that passes makes you feel more achingly empty and humiliatingly horny. Even with every man working under you watching, you can't help but squeeze your oversized breasts and finger your sissy cunt as you wait whimpering and woeful for the three men you despise the most to decide to finally fuck you.
You can't imagine what they have to discuss. Sure their are three of them and you only have two holes, but one could always fuck your tits or they could stretch your ass out to fit two fucksticks at once. They never did have your head for figures, but you hope they can solve this equation soon. Every tortuous second that passes makes you that much more desperate for dick, and you worry you won't be able to stop yourself from begging for much longer. It's a particularly punishing paradox. If you could just get fucked by a hard cock or thirty, you could go bimbo blank and stop struggling with the suffocating sense of shame that weighs on you like a ton of bricks, but the catch is you have to endure even greater embarrassment and emasculation to earn your empty headed euphoria.
The three J's break up their private palaver and surround you with sadistic smirks and swollen shafts. You have a terrible feeling that between the three of them, they have the smarts of one average idiot, which puts you at a distinct disadvantage in your current condition. If only they would do what stupid studs are supposed to do and fuck you into a cum coma, then when you come to, you could think clearly again and figure out a way to put them in their place. As it stands, your sole strategy is to wiggle your ample ass at them and basely beg, "Please fuck me! I NEED it!"
Smart little Joey smiles smugly, "You know, 'Mister' Jenkins, that's what we call in the business world a weak point of leverage. You have already expressed an extreme level of demand for what we have a surplus of supply in, vis a vis our fat cocks. We all know you will offer us your holes for free, but what are you willing to pay for our pricks? Hey, Jack of all trades, wht don't you give her a taste of what she is missing out on?"
Before you can offer a rebuttal, the fearsome foreman lifts you effortlessly in the air and plunges your pussy down around his cock with expert precision and incredible force. Your eyes roll back in your head and your tongue lolls dumbly out the side of your mouth as he uses his powerful pythons to pull you on and off his gargantuan girth over and over again. You quickly begin spurting and sissygasming on his steel rod and you feel so close to your blissful brainless blackout that you can practically taste it.
"That's enough. Let's let Jane think long and hard about what she would be willing to give up for another round with Jack." You scramble back towards Jack, but he kicks you away. The blow barely registers compared to the agony in your achingly empty ass and the turmoil in your tormented psyche. There is still a sliver of sanity stuck in your melting mind, and it is screaming for you to run away before you sign your life away for a fast fuck. Unfortunately, it is getting harder and harder to hear over your needy mewls and moans.
"Johnny be good, why don't you show her why you are always knee deep in cooze despite being an atavistic asshole with anger issues?" Joe seems to be the brains of the operation, and John is surprisingly willing to go along with his orders. Either he hates you that much more than he hates following the shrimpy stud's orders, or he is waiting for his payday and his chance to pound your ass just like he always threatened to when he thought you couldn't hear him. You always thought you two would end up coming to blows, but you never imagined the pummeling you would take would be so violent and vicious, or so welcome.
"That's right, bitch! Take my cock like a good little fuckhole!" John roars righteously as he fucks you so hard and hurty that you slam face first into the dirt. Your piggish grunts muffled by a mouthful of gravel as the pain and pleasure tearing you apart from the inside out become one and the same. But the real agony comes when he finally stops and leaves you crying and cooing for more like a brainless bitch baby. The last sliver of your sanity, your manhood, your sense of self has become lost in the whirlpool of desire and debauchery, and you are willing to do anything to keep getting fucked.
"Please! Fuck me moooooore! I'll do anything! I'll sign away my company! Give you my son! Be your construction site sissy slave! Just please keep fucking meeeee!" You beg on your knees, hands bent like the bitch you've become. Joe comes over with something on his tablet that looks very long and very legally binding. In front of dozens of witnesses, you sign your company over to the new partners of Jack, John, and Joe, and consider it a good bargain when they set the tablet aside and Joe fills your ass with his disproportionately giant cock.
Jake and John join in soon after, filling taking turn filling your throat with cock and cum before rotating to breed your sissy pussy. You are in awe of their strength and their stamina. You have struggled for far too long trying to prove you were the top dog, only to end up a feast for the wolves. You still despise these base, bestial brutes, but for some sick, twisted reason, it only makes it that much hotter to have them use your hungry holes as their communal cum dump.
John and Joe finally get frustrated waiting for a turn at your throat, and instead join Jack in lifting you in the air and spreading your pussy around all three of their massive members. The pain is indescribable and the pleasure immeasurable, and you are obliterated in a euphoric carpet bombing of savage sissygasms reducing you to nothing more than an overstuffed cunt and the useless sack of flesh spasming and spurting and slobbering around it.
You are dimly, distantly aware that the rest of your crew is beginning to close in. You feel every prick pounding down your throat and sliding between your breasts. You experience the stinging slaps and sticky spurts of angry, arrogant cocks filling any crevice they can find and covering you in cum. Your mind is somewhere else, far too bliss blank to be ashamed of having your armpit fucked or worry about if your jaw will ever return to normal after fitting three cocks in your mouth. All that is left of you is your blissful bimboi body, and it couldn't be happier to be lunch break bitch for a site full of stopped up studs.
When the whistle finally blows for the day, the stud pile surrounding you blows one last time too. Then one by one they make their way to their rides and leave you naked, covered head to toe in their caked cum. You find your clothes drenched in cum and caked with dirt and put them on anyway, because they are still cleaner than you are. You eventually make your way back to your car and drive home on empty headed autopilot.
Samantha is out God knows where doing God knows what, but you doubt it could be anything as depraved as how you spent your day at work. You move zombie-like up to your shower and let the steamy spray wash you clean, though you still feel filthy after an hour.
You finally crawl into bed, a tiny voice sobbing inside you that you have thrown your life away and you can never get it back. Your body, however, is telling you everything will be okay in the morning. You eventually are soothed by the siren song of your sissy flesh and fall into a deep sleep filled with wet dreams that seem almost tame compared to your unreal reality.
....
[[Wake the fuck up, "Mommy"->wake up, mommy]]You are sorely tempted, but the temptation itself is what convinces you to say no. You know it isn't coming from any urge you've ever had. You are 100% straight and not the least bit submissive. You never expected to end up in a sissy's body with corrupt cravings, and now that you know how good a few fingers can feel, you don't dare discover how much better a pretty pricklette feels pounding your spurt spot. You stand up and shimmy back into your loose pants and give a firm, "Uh no thanks, Nurse Honey."
She looks let down, and you feel sorry for her next patient, because they will definitely end up with a very thorough prostate exam. Luckily for you, the guard returns and gruffly guffaws, "Haw haw! Sorry to interrupt, 'stud', but you'll have to suck off Nurse Honey another day. You've got a date with your new cellie, and you don't want to keep her waiting." You consider telling the portly pig what he can suck, but you decide discretion is the better part of valor.
You follow him down past cells full of hooting studs telling you in gruesomely graphic detail what they'd like to do to you. It disgusts you, of course, but your nipples throb everytime some skel suggests suckling them and your asshole puckers every time some felon promises to fill it with his seed. By the time you make it to S Wing you are rattled, rock hard, and have to will your ass to stop swaying invitingly.
You hear even more intensely illicit invitations from the bimbois than you did from the studs, and the sensations washing over your dirty body are even more confusing. Your body is just as eager, despite your best attempts to hide it, and your brain isn't sure whether to be repulsed...or entranced. After all, they all appear to be drop dead gorgeous gurls, just with one part swapped out. Surely it's not gay to want to crush your soft lips against theirs? Or suck on their swollen nipples? Or feel them stretch your ass with their sissy shaft? Well, maybe that last one is a little gay, but you tell yourself two out of three ain't bad and resolve to avoid ending up a bottom bunk bitch.
"Here's your new roomie, 'stud'. Try to wait until at least lights out before you swallow her sissy stick. Gaw haw!" The cell door CLANGs behind you as you meet your new cell mate...
[[Sugar, a sweet but spicy sissy switch->sugar the sweet but spicy sissy switch]]
[[Fawn, a flinchy little wimp that practically begs to be bullied->fawn]]"Thanks for hiring me, Mr. Baxter. I promise to take good care of your baby boi." The bimboi's voice is deadpan, verging on sarcastic. If your father picks up on it, he pretends not to notice. Not that you can blame him when there's so much more noticable things about her. She has a blood red pompadour mohawk that looks downright masculine. Her face is ridiculously feminine, but it's like she's overcompensating with her accessories. Her beestung lips have snake bite piercings, her button nose has a septum piercing and one on the bridge, and her beautiful brow is marred by several spikes jutting out. It gives a scary, yet strangely sexy effect that's only heightened by her full figured body and outrageous outfit.
"Of course, Becca. You came highly recommended." Your father leads her into the foyer and she follows. Your eyes latch onto her like a horny puppy. Her easily E Cup breasts barely overed by a tight black tee cut off so high you can see her undulating underboobs. She wears a leather jacket over her shirt covered with patches for bands you've never heard of like Deimos and Perlonios Imp. Her waspish waste is so seductive but her small six pack suggests she can give as good as she gets if not better. Her short, tight leather skirt gives you a great view of her juicy melon ass, but also an eyeful of her thick bulge. Her fishnet stockings make you wish you could trace the holes with your tongue, but her steel toed boots make you worry you'd end up getting stomped.
You sneak downstairs to spy on your dad and horrifyingly hot babysitter Becca, feeling like you might have already caught something with how feverish you feel. You have to find out why he hired this honey trap and what instructions he will give her when she watches you. You tiptoe behind them, hiding behind furniture and around corners until they reach your dad's den. You almost think that Becca sees you as she closes the door behind them, but maybe she just always smirks like the cat that ate the canary.
Your heart is pounding so loud as you peek through the keyhole that you are sure it will give you away, but they seem so preoccupied with each other. Your father is pouring her a hefty glass of one of his top shelf liquors, only pausing to ask, "Should I check your ID, young lady?"
This seems to be some kind of preexisting game with them, Becca sardonically snaps back while pulling a license out from between her breasts, "Sorry, I keep meaning to get this changed from my old one, but you Daddy types seem to like seeing the boring boi me before you fuck the beautiful bimboifly." She downs the drink and you could almost swear it's affecting you, because you start to feel drunk. This pretty punk is flirting with your straight laced, stuck up parent, and he seems to be going along with it?!
"You better not try those tricks on my son, slut. If you do, you'll find I'm not a man to be trifled with." You watch intently as your dad lays down the law only for Becca to roll her eyes and make a jerk off motion behind his back. You half expect your dad to smack her. What you definitely don't expect to see is for him to pull her into a passionate kiss! At first tries Becca plays true to her bad gurl image, pushing away from him and biting his lips, but your father shows her that he means business. He holds her tight with one powerful arm, twisting her nipples with his free hand like they were her submissive slut dial. They must be, because she starts yielding to his kiss and grinding against his groin.
"Bend over that desk. I'm going to remind you who's in charge before I leave you with my precious boi!" You don't know which shocks you the most...that your dad is a dom degenerate disguised as a closed off conservative, that Becca barely rolls her eyes before obediently bending over the desk, or that your pop actually called you 'precious'! As startling as it is, you know what happens next might scar you forever, so why do you want to watch it so bad? Surely you don't want to see your dommy daddy deep dick the snarky sissy slut she hired to watch you...do you?
Even as you find yourself pondering these thirsty thoughts, you come to a realization.
[[You can't pull yourself away->cant pull yourself away]]It's not a particular point of pride for you, but your nickname back in high school was "buttmunch". It was only known amongst the sissy crowd, and in that group it was considered a compliment. It all started when you best friend Joe caught the bimbug and was conflicted and confused about his new body's budding desires. You were only too willing to help 'Jo' explore her new needs in the safety of your room. You didn't want to risk infection yourself, so you were careful not to do anything that could end up with you cumming in Jo, or God forbid, with Jo cumming in you.
Kissing led to petting, petting led to both of you discovering that Jo could cum just from having her tits teased and groped and suckled just right, leading her to beg you to 'jerk off' her tits more and more. Eventually she needed more, and you were only too happy to delve deeper and worship her doughy cheeks and lovely little rosebud. Fingers were fun, but the moment you gave her asshole a little kiss, the moment you felt her hands pushing you deeper into her plump posterior, the moment you began french kissing her sissy cunt, that was the moment your rep as a cunning linguist that spoke fluent sissygasms was born.
Jo had promised never to tell a living soul about your tonguetastic talents, but before long all of her sissy friends seemed to be 'in the neighborhood' and one thing led to another. Mostly it was blushing bimbois like Jo, shy, scared sissies trying to put off trying the real thing by letting you fuck them with your tongue instead of a hard cock. Still, as word spread, you found some very, VERY experienced sissies came calling, wanting to find out what all the fuss was about. To your surprise, more than a few even came back for seconds and thirds and more. Your tongue was more agile and dexterous than an inflexible rod of meat and muscle, and you didn't have to stop after cumming.
Once you got to college, you tried to build a new rep, but as a boi, you were still unsure where you fit. Deep down, you knew weren't a stud, but you didn't want to be a bottom bitch like so many sissies ended up. Now that you are a sissy, literally wrestling with your desires and the needs of your new nubile body, you have an uncharted path before you. You can overpleasure sissies instead of overpower them, and you know just how to deal with the cocky cheerleader threatening to fuck your ass.
[[Sigh, squeeze, shift, slip, and subdue.->sigh squeeze]]You can barely keep your jaw from falling open as you see the steel cage octagon in the middle of the basement. It looks like a professional MMA ring, complete with cameras hanging from every corner of the steel cage, stands for the ogling onlookers, and cushioned mats with SISSY SURRENDER emblazoned on them. You had watched more than a few of this series online yourself...sissies wrestling for a pin or to make their opponent tap out or cum. The last option being the most popular as it is broadcast as a porno pay per view, but you always assumed the fights were fake. Of course, that never stopped you from fantasizing about what you would do to those sissies if you got them in the ring.
The party goers are already filling the bleachers around the ring and chanting Candi's name. Your confidence wavers as you realize you might have bitten off more than you can chew, but you tell yourself that it will be Candi that ends up struggling to swallow. She is playing to the crowds, slipping out of her top to reveal breasts bigger than your head, and you kick yourself for feeling a pang of jealousy. She steps out of her skirt and you can't help but notice her ass is thiccer and firmer than yours. She turns, kicking off her shoes and socks and standing completely nude for you in the middle of the ring, and you see her sissy shaft is already hard and waiting for you, and, of course, it also dwarfs yours.
She has that same smug smirk, completely unfazed that she is being drooled over by dozens of studs, sissies, and wannabe wankers. You try to suss out the source of her strength, her confidence, but her beauty and her beast distract you. You are so distracted, that you don't notice the powerful hands reaching for you before it's too late. You struggle to free yourself, but you are out numbered and overpowered. Your top is ripped off of you, freeing your breasts to resounding applause. Your pants are peeled off as you kick helplessly in the air, and your boots and socks follow. Before you know it, you are tossed unceremoniously into the ring and you hear the cage door CLANG shut behind you.
Candi looks even more imposing as you look up from her on all fours. More imposing...and more irresistible. She looks down at you like some disgusting insect she'd rather just step around, but that she is willing to crush if she has to. She chirps down at you, "Awww, is the butch bitch getting chilly willy feet? Tell ya what, if you submit now, I'll only hurt you, not, ya know, permanently cripple you."
You wish Candi didn't make getting broken into pieces sound so fucking hot. You can't see a hope of defeating her. She's bigger, stronger, and waaaay more experienced in every way that counts. But that just makes you want to fuck the smirk off her face even more.
It's time to...
[[Put her in her place!->put in place]]What if you just decided to stop hiding from yourself? What if, instead of waking up and desperately diving on the first dick you see, you take a long hard look in the mirror instead? You know you won't like what you see...how could you after what you allowed to be done to yourself last night...and worse...what you allowed yourself to do to others? Maybe it would be better to go back to being a brainless bimboi after all?
No.
That's the easy way out.
Your victims deserve better than that. They deserve all your efforts in repairing even a fraction of the damage you've done to their lives. Maybe, if you can do that, maybe you'll deserve better than nothingness and despair too.
You tentatively step over slumbering sissies and creep past unconscious creeps to make your way to the restroom. Luckily, everyone is too wasted to wake up when you close and lock the door behind you and start the shower. You step inside and feel your shell of caked cum crack and start to slough off and slide down your body, swirling down the drain. You almost feel like your sins are being washed away, and you'll be reborn anew...and then you remember the 'reborn' bimbois you're responsible for.
You sent six lives spiraling down the drain and now what...you're going to take a shower and look in the mirror and somehow fix things? How are you supposed to save six lost souls when you can't even live your own life without fucking it up? You always seem right on the verge of getting your shit together and then you go and throw it all away because you get scared of life and hiding is easier. Why even bother looking in the mirror? You know what you'll see...a scared...spoiled...sniveling ...selfish...sissy...slut...
Why not just crawl back into the pile and keep hiding deeper and deeper in the darkness?
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You wake up feeling groggy and disoriented, but surprisingly you don't feel the usual headache and parched throat that follows a night of black out drinking. More surprisingly, you find yourself if Daisy's bottom bunk, and even more surprisingly, you find her snuggled up little spoon style against you. Her skin is even softer than you dared dream and her plump cheeks are cuddling your cock so snugly that it begins to stir and swell. Still sleeping, she mumbles incoherently and grinds against you. You can't believe that she's even a slut in her sleep...then again, you totally believe it. Your cock grows harder than you've ever felt before and it feels almost like it's grown overnight.
You stifle a moan, not wanting to wake her just yet, enjoying having her crushed against you too much to move. You don't know how you got so lucky, and you don't dare pinch yourself in case you wake up. Daisy continues jerking off your rock hard cock with her soft, squeezable ass. She starts making the most adorable little moans in her sleep, subconsciously turned on by your throbbing shaft sliding against her hot little hole. You are more turned on than you've ever been in your life. Your skin is flushed, even feverish. Even your nipples are hard, almost as achingly aroused as your cock. Strange, they've never felt so sensitive before...
"Mmm...cocks..." Daisy coos in her sleep and pushes back closer against you. You feel your chest crushed in an altogether new sensation, like two ultra sensitive flesh mounds were being pushed back against you. Two...
big...
soft...
cushiony...
Breasts! You have breasts! The realization hits you like a sledge hammer sending you into a surreal spiral. Strange new sensations begin to buffet your body, beguiling and befuddling you. Your hands slowly explore your supple skin, sending thrilling tingles with the slightest touch. Your bare lithe legs slide against each other, your ass is so kneadable...and needy, sending aching empty pangs up your spine that you try to ignore. Your cock doesn't just feel bigger and harder, it actually is...it has to be at least nine inches, if not more.
There's no doubt about it, you're infected. And the little slut that did it is lying right next to you.
What will you do?
[[Get some answers->get answers]]
[[Get revenge->revenge]]You wake up in the morning in a cold sweat. A night full of wet dreams turning into naughty nightmares as your subconscious processes the embarrassing erotic excess of the previous day. You realize with a painful pang of regret that your day will most likely match your dreams in depravity, if not exceed them.
You try to think of anything but your day ahead. You put on some of your old clothes knowing they will get ripped off you anyway. You eat a quick breakfast and curse yourself for wishing it tasted like throbbing cocks and sticky cum. You see no sign of Samantha and wonder what you will tell her when you have to sell the house and move into a cheap motel that will have to serve as a home office for your new lucrative role as a street walker. You push all those thoughts down and all the others berating you for going from breadwinner to broke, from stud to sissy, and from top of the food chain to bottom bitch bimboi. Or at least, you try to...
The drive to the worksite is a tormenting, traffic filled torture of every awful 'what if' and more awful 'what next'. You wish you had found the willpower not to sign your life's work and legacy away for a gruesome gangbang. You wish you had resisted your bimboi body's unnatural urges and hadn't sucked your most hated rival's hot rods. You wish you had been a little faster to the trailer on site...that you hadn't gone to work...hadn't let your dickgurl daughter dress you up...hadn't let her fuck you...hadn't sucked her clit...eaten her cum filled ass...transformed into a sissy slut...and on and on until you can't remember a decision you don't regret. Worst of all, you know that by this time tomorrow, you'll have even more regrets to add to the list and even less chance of changing your fate.
You have to park at the back of the lot as your space is now claimed by the new owners brand new Hummers. You don't have to wonder where they got the money, but you do wonder how long they can bleed the company dry before everyone is out of work. No one seems to mind the change of management, however. You see nothing but big smiles and bigger bulges as you make your way to your trailer, only to find it replaced by a new model that's three times the size and probably costs more than your house. It's enough to make you forget your place, and you pound on the door yelling, "What the fuck kind of idiots steal a company just to bankrupt it within a week?!"
Joe opens the door wearing a three piece suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. He always had a hungry look about him, which you mistook for ambition. Now you realize too late that it was nothing more than naked greed and empty envy. He doesn't want to build his future like you did, he wants to steal it. Gone too is his barely convincing mask of politeness or loyalty.
He wears his contempt for you on his overpriced sleeve and his words drip with condescension as he sneers, "Well actually, we are in the black for the first time since you started this shitcan of a company. You see, it's easy to turn a profit when your family is on all the right licensing and contracting boards like mine is." You stand stunned and speechless. He must have been planning this from the day you hired him. You just gave him a headstart...and head.
John comes from nowhere and yanks you inside the trailer. He is wearing a suit just like Joe's but not as well tailored. You take a look at their new office. It is set up with imported rugs, a full bar with top shelf liquor, and an entertainment system playing graphic porn that makes your setup at home look like a victrola. Your look of bewilderment must be plastered on your face, because John lets out one of his patented caustic chuckles, "GAH HAH HAAAW! Don't you get it, sissy? You lived like a pauper and treated the peons like princes. You used materials that would last lifetimes instead of just up to the warranty. We have more than enough to live lavish lifestyles of the rich and fatuous, and we just had to cut all the employees benefits to do it!"
Your heart sinks. Not only have they stolen your company, they are turning it into the very thing you spent your life fighting. You wanted to prove you could make a profit and still do the right thing. In the end, the men that robbed you of everything weren't stronger or smarter than you...just crueler. Jack steps out from the back wearing a suit, but a much less flashy one than his co-owners. He is the only one that shows any remorse. He puts a heavy hand on your shoulder and says, "Don't look so sad, Mrs. Jenkins," showing you a modicum of respect despite robbing you blind and fucking you stupid the day before. "The crew has never been happier since we added the new incentive plan. They barely noticed when we announced all the other cut backs."
Jack points to the big screen and you notice that it's a live feed. And the graphic porno is your very own baby bimboi blowing the workers as they make their way to their stations. You know all too well that she doesn't need long to milk them dry. She's wearing a bright pink hard hat, a see through push up bra barely covered by a tiny denim half vest, a pair of jeans turned into assless daisy dukes, and steel toed work boots. You have to admire the dedication to safety, even if it is only ironic. You want to curse them out, cut their dicks off and shove them up their asses, and then maybe keep their dicks for later...but instead you keep quiet, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Joe seems all too eager to drop it. "I see you've noticed our new head of employee satisfaction. She's earning room and board in your old trailer...conveniently located near the dumpsters." You close your eyes and feel the ground fall beneath your feet. You hurtle down, down, down to the furthest reaches of Hell. You can feel the flames lick your face. When you open your eyes you are surrounded by three demons smiling diabolically. "But don't worry your stupid little head. The position of assistant sissy slave is still open. Do you have any references?"
You want to murder him with your bare hands. You want to rip his head off and beat the other two to death with it. You feel angry enough to do it too. But that won't help your daughter or keep you off the streets. Maybe if you take the job, you can find a way to pay these pricks back...
In the end, your only option is to...
[["Suck up" to the owners... for now->suck up to the owners... for now]]"I never thought I'd get to use these! You are going to love them, cutey butt." You don't know where she is coming up with these pet names, but you hope she never stops. She has changed into a tight tube top that barely covers the middle third of her breasts and nylon short shorts that show off her phenomenal ass, and her awe inducing prick. When you see her surprise, your jaw drops.
A pretty pink leather collar with a leash attached is exciting, if expected. Still, you didn't expect the little dribble of precum or full body shudder you felt when she closed it around your neck. The puppy dog ears were also not a huge surprise, but how arousingly adorable they looked in the full length mirror was. The muzzle was certainly not what you were expecting, a steel cage extend far enough to give the illusion of a snout, and you notice with relief that the holes are wide enough to fit a cock through. The 'tail', a fluffy apricot fur stole attached to a hefty butt plug, is certainly a surprise, and you're surprised how welcome it is as your master slides up inside you.
You feel so frustratingly full, so simmeringly unsatisfied, and you somehow know that the longer you have to wait for relief, the better it will feel. The oddest addition to your wardrobe is rubber puppy paws and matching elbow and knees pads. It is almost impossible to use your hands in them, but somehow the limitation feels oddly freeing. All you have to do is trust your person to take care of all the pesky things like opening doors and bathing for you.
"There we go. Ready for your walk, Brandi?" She asks in such a 'who's a good doggy?' voice that you can't help but clap your paws on the ground in excitement. There is a lump in your throat the size of a boulder at the thought of the whole dorm and God knows who else seeing you naked except for your puppy play wear, but you feel a crazy sense of calm wrap around you like a security blanket when you feel your owner tug on the leash. She wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, not your doggy mommy. So without a word, you follow her on all fours out the front door and into the hall, unsure of what is waiting for you outside.
What's waiting outside?
[[Plenty of pent-up bois, swaggering studs, and drooling dickgirls.->outside]]You wake up groggy and bleary eyed, but a lot less sore than you would expect. If anything, you feel hungry and horny for more abuse, but in the cold light of day you remember what seemed to slip your cock addled mind last night...it is at the very least embarrassing to fuck and suck your way through a crowd of strangers.
Your hair is stiff and matted with stud spunk and sissy spurts and your skin is caked with cum. You feel the nights deposits oozing out of your sperm bank of an ass. Naked and ashamed, you quietly crawl past the mounds of slumbering, satiated studs and sissies and find what loose clothing you can. You manage to find a barely there black sheer bra and a rhinestone vest that must have belonged to a well ridden cowgurl. For bottoms you have to settle on a hot pink buttplug to keep your ass from leaking all the way to the showers and a skirt so short it makes belts look chaste. You find a pair of thigh high hooker boots that you stumble and struggle with, dreading with every step you will wake the comatose crowd and bring their jeers and taunts roaring back.
Your only hope is a complete makeover, or maybe to transfer schools. After all, how many people can tell one sissy from another? And now that you've gotten this out of your system, maybe you can go back to a semi-normal life with just the occasional secret suck or private pounding? You could still get a job, settle down, maybe even find a woman who's into sissies, and doesn't wonder why your kisses occasionally taste of cum. All you have to do is take careful, quiet steps out of the room, through the living room, and out the front door.
Your heart stops when you finally creep into the living room and see the back of three studs' heads glued to a porno. You hold your breath and drop to the floor, slowly crawling to avoid drawing there attention. You are so close. Just make it through the door and make a run for it. Before you can, you hear a familiar voice on the television...
"My name is Brandi Baxter and I came to this pardy to blow cocks an' choo bubblecum. Aaaaan I'm aaaaall outta bubblecum!" The camera goes to a close up of your cum splattered face and breasts, drunk of booze and baby batter and babbling about how much you love cock between very graphic and very earnest demonstrations. One of the studs must have fished your wallet out of your daisy dukes as he is holding your license up to the camera, exposing your identity while you expose everything else. The camera pulls out to show you bouncing on a sissy's shaft and stroking two cocks while you suck three others...
Just when you think you can't be any more devestated, one of the studs turns and notices you crawling away."Haw Haw! Look, bros! The punk ass pornstar is all shy now. Too late for that, faggot! We already posted this shit on pornhub, shemaletube, twitter, instagram...Hell, we even got it up on facebook so your old as grandparents can see what a slut you are." You hear their laughter follow you out of the house as you get to your feet and stumble awkwardly in your high heels. You don't know where you're running to, but you know you have to escape the laughter, even only temporarily.
Of course, being cum blasted and barely clothed like a dimestore diva, you get plenty of stares and laughs as you make your way clear across campus to get back to your dorm. One stud even calls out after doing a double take between his phone and your face, "Holy shit! You're Brandi Baxter, the 'butch' bottom bimboi!" You just keep running, your cheeks burning and your tears stinging as you try to get back to your room and bury your head under the covers.
Even more alarming is the unexpected effect all this exposure and public ridicule is having on you...it's making you horny! You don't know why your cock is throbbing and drooling for everyone to see as it dangles below your short skirt, or why your nipples are tenting the flimsy see through fabric of your bra, and you especially don't know why your sissy cunt is squeezing down on your plastic plug like it's trying to milk a fresh load of cum from it.
Did last night fuck you up for good? Did all that non-stop sucking and fucking and spurting and sissygasms rewire your brain so you connect the humiliation of your exposure and degradation with the ecstacy and deliciousness of the hot sex? Or maybe you always were a sick little shame slut? Maybe that's why you let your sissy roommate film you sucking her cock even before you were infected. Either way, you worry you are trapped in the middle of a vicious circle. You just wish the thought of that didn't make you so hungry.
You finally make it back to your dorm after enduring your marathon of shame. You unlock the door and instead of a hot shower and a clean bed, you find Daisy in the bottom bunk happily sliding up and down Jaime's sissy shaft while the ravishing redhead sucks the bronze beauty's bouncing girl cock.
Daisy is so lost in lust that it takes her a second to form her moaning mouth into a smug smirk. "Oh look, the OOH boss bitch is back. Well we are both still MOAN mad at you, so you don't get to NNH join in. And you are definitely my AAH bottom bunk bitch from now OOH on, so don't expect to get any sleep when I'm getting some MMMM 'D'. Still, I do feel a little AAH sorry for you, everyone finding out what a slut you are, and you being the last to NNH know. Tell you what, if you promise not to touch yourself, you can WHIMPER watch me and Jaime take turns MOAN fucking each other and then you can MMMM clean us off afterwards."
You know you should tell them to go fuck themselves, but they clearly plan to do that anyway. Besides, you haven't had breakfast yet. You sink to the floor, sitting on your hands to try and reduce the temptation to play with your sex toy body. You get the feeling you will be in this position a lot, so you might as well get used to it.
If, of course, you ever do...
[[Epilogue...->shame slut]]You start to come to your senses and shamefully look for a pair of pants to cover your sissy seed splattered ass, but Sugar slaps your hand away and admonishes, "Whatcha doin', Dani? Youse is a skirt now, remember? Youse don't gets to wear pants no more. Youse is gonna walk wiff me to the shower so everyone knows what a sissy slut you are." It stings to hear her call you by some sissified version of your name, but you can't exactly argue that it doesn't fit you at this point. Nor can you argue that you aren't a skirt or a slut, not after cumming your brains out and crying out so loud that the entire cell block could hear it.
Instead you try your best to hold your top down over your dripping derriere and follow her out of the cell and down towards the showers. You hear hoots and hollers echoing through the halls describing in pornographic detail all the things they want to do to you. You hang your head and try your best to cover yourself, but no matter how hard you clinch, Sugar's thick syrup leaks down your leg, leaving a telltale trail of shameful seed behind you. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough, your body once again betrays you, your cock rising and rock hard, tenting against your top as you pull it taut to try to hide your humiliation.
Your mind is in turmoil as you trod along timidly behind your sissy cellmate. You aren't really a sissy slut, are you? It was just your body betraying you again, wasn't it? It's the sickness making your ass pucker everytime some inmate yells that they are going to fuck you until your pregnant. It's the fever making you lick your lips and drool dumbly when skels pull out their sissy shafts and dangle them between the bars. Deep down, where it counts, you know you are still a straight man that made a terrible mistake in the heat of the moment...okay a series of mistakes, but all under the influence of your traitorous tempting flesh.
"So'se youse know, the showers ain't some mad orgy or nothing. Most goils just want to wash the spunk stink off and get on with their day. So'se youse shouldn't have anyone make a move on youse right away." You feel a modicum of relief hearing that, but it is short lived as your body is already starting to feel a dull ache deep inside, as if it needs to be filled with cock just to feel normal. Sugar seems to sense this somehow, adding, "Course, if youse asks real noice, youse can probably find a top or two to fill youse up."
That's even more worrying. If they forced you, at least you could blame them for making you love it. If you end up begging for cock on your first day in the one place you aren't guaranteed to get stuffed, then what hope do you have of ever being able to look yourself in the mirror again? Whatever else happens, whatever is done to you because of the hedonistic hierarchy of this perverted place, you can control your own choices. If you chose to be the man you know you are on the inside, then you can at least be, if not proud, then less ashamed of yourself. You make a solemn vow to never submit to your degenerate desires ever again if you are given a choice.
Then, you step foot in the showers and you lose your train of thought. You are too busy staring at the buff, bald butch bitch flexing as her soft, squat, but stacked sissy washes her gleaming muscles for her. You look away to avoid imaging its you washing her with your tongue, but everywhere you look is another temptation. Two tantalizing twin sis'sies are soaping each other up and sucking face in the corner. A group of trap queens shower in a circle, watching each others backs, black and beautiful and bad ass. Across from them a group of Aryan Amazons shoot them dirty looks that you can't tell is an invitation to fight or to fuck. Everywhere you turn is a throbbing temptation, and you can feel their eyes dart over to you as you walk to the wall and stand under the hot spray.
"Just ignore them, Dani. Wash up and we'se can go get dinner and turn in. Youse should be able to get through the rest of the night without getting stuffed." Sugar is right. They are just showing off, stroking their huge, soap slicked shafts and stretching their tongues out so far that it makes you want to lick them. You turn and stare at the wall, but you can still hear the SHLLKs and THWWPs of wet flesh being slapped and stroked and squeezed. You can still smell their precum dangling from their dicks and the sweet musk of their sweat fogging up the room. You can feel the desperation growing in your loins.
[[And you beg for it->and you beg]]You would have to be crazy not to take the newborn bimboi up on her offer. To touch and taste her fresh, feminine flesh. To FEEL her against your fingers, both inside and out. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity...a bimboi begging for you to do whatever you want. And you want to do so much. All your most feverish fantasies are bubbling to the surface, threatening to boil over.
And that's the problem. You couldn't stop with touching and tasting. You'd have to go further. You wouldn't be able to hold yourself back, and then you'd end up infected and bimboified like poor Alexis. You are crazy all right, crazy like a fox. You get to watch the hottest gurl you've ever seen, a bimboi who was openly proud of his encyclopedic knowledge of even the most obscure perversions as a man, and now she's a stacked stunner with an overactive sex drive. You wouldn't stand a chance of keeping up with her even if you caught the bimbug, but staring and stroking? Now that's something you are more than qualified to do. You squirm and stammer, "I...I'll just watch, thanks."
"That's probably for the best," Alexis responds in a flat tone, and you wonder again if it is the affectation, or his ridiculous Russian accent is the fake one. You don't wonder for long, because you are too focused on her phone call. "Hi. Yeah, change of plans. I am moving from behind the camera so we can go a lot more hardcore than before...Ha! Are you kidding? This is a dream come true...No, I couldn't have done it sooner. It had to look real...Of course I got the shot. I had a drone flying the entire time. We'll edit it in later and it can be a bumper to my continued debasement...That's fair...I was already pretty debased. You want to be the first to find out how naughty I am now?...Oh don't worry, darling. I'll make sure you stay safe. See you soon. Mwah."
Alexis hangs up and turns to you before dialing another number. "Watch this...Hiiiiiii! It's your favorite peeping tom, only now I'm a Tina...Yeah, yeah. No offense, but you aren't involved in the creative decisions, stud. You are basically a prop with a prick so listen up. I have that cute little boi heading over...Yes, my camera boi Kyle. Now quit interrupting and head over here with at least two other studs. I want you to burst in after I've deflowered Kylie...Sigh, Brian, will let you in. But don't touch him. He just likes to watch. Now get over here before I find a stud that can follow directions without asking stupid questions."
You sit, awe struck and terrified as Alexis calmly sits on the couch and checks her phone. You can't believe how lucky you are. She was totally going to turn you out! You would be furious, but you are too excited by the thought of experiencing it vicariously by watching it happen to another hapless victim. You wait quietly, your eyes poring every illicit inch of Alexis. Some people say that the Bimbug turns you into your idealized version of femininity. Looking at Alexis' ballistic grade breasts and thicc thighs, her shapely, strong legs and ass big and strong enough to crush heads and you know it's true. Alexi didn't become a girl...he became porn. And you can't wait to watch her in the flesh...
You don't have to wait long. Kyle lives in the same dorm and came busting in bursting with excitement. You never noticed him before, just another bator boi hiding behind his hoodie and keeping to himself. Seeing him stripped slowly by Alexis between her hungry, possessive kisses gives you a new appreciation for him. The boi is slender, alright, but cut like an underwear model and with an at least slightly bigger than average cock. You wonder if he could have been a stud if he had more confidence in himself. It's a moot point, because with the way Alexis is raping his throat with her tongue and squeezing his tight ass, he sure isn't thinking studly thoughts when she pins him to the couch and begins dominating his cock with her ass.
"Stroke my cock, little boi! Feel how good you are making me feel!" Alexis barks orders at Kyle and you are transfixed as he obeys her every order. You want to warn him, but you feel just as spellbound and helpless as him. He must know what she is doing to him. He's filmed plenty of pornos just like this. Now that he's in one, he can't help but play his part. Just like you. Your part is to watch. Every so often, Alexis sneaks you a glance that shakes you to your core. It's like she can see inside you...see you deep down behind all the bullshit and excuses to the pure, primal version of you. It turns out that guy is a bit of a pervert.
"Fuck AAH oh NNGH God oh WHIMPER wait! No...NO NOOOoooOoOoOooOOOOH!" Too late Kyle realizes what he is deep down, emptying his last load as a boi into Alexis' hungry hole and then thrashing and shrinking and swelling in all the right places. The rough riding Russian doesn't even slow down. She keeps bucking on Kylie's swelling shaft and squeezing her shifting swollen breasts. Kylie moans mindlessly, surrendering to the change and still stroking Alexis' hard cock until it covers her bountiful breasts in cream.
You cum so hard you go cross eyed, creaming in your pants, barely conscious of your hand having snuck down there to stroke in time to Alexis' thrusts. You shudder and slump in your seat, watching a second load leak from Alexis' awe inspiring ass. She is far from finished however, and so are you. You take your creamy cock out of your pants and keep stroking, ignoring how sensitive and sore it feels and focusing on the two stacked sissies sucking and licking and kissing each other clean. You stroke yourself hard again and feel on the precipice of something profound...and then you hear a soft rap on the door.
Alexis gives you a conspiratorial nod and distracts 'poor' Kylie with a filthy french kiss. You sneak over to the door and let in the studs. Six very big, very eager looking lads follow you inside and quietly surround the soul kissing sissies. You go back to your chair, watching and waiting and wanking, eager to see the next scene unfold.
And the next one...
And the one after that...
And the next dirty dozen...
And you find yourself....
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"Okay, everybody knows Brian, my camera boi. He will be wankin...sorry watching the scene for quality control purposes. Don't touch him." Alexis gives you a wink that makes you go weak in the knees, but fortunately for you, you're sitting in the corner as usual. You appreciate her calling you her camera boi, when you both know that she sets up all the cameras beforehand and edits the footage together later. She just likes having you here to stare longingly at her debasing herself and dragging everyone else along for the ride.
"Okay, props. This is Sissy Reunion or Sissy Revenge, take the one and only. We are doing this gonzo style so anything and everything is fair game for final cut. So don't come crying to me later if you call me 'Daddy' and then you get a call from your father disowning you and asking if he can make a booty call at the same time. That means you, Mandy. Alright, bitches let's see what you've got!" Alexis crosses her arms after challenging six of the bimbois she personally tempted and turned out to try and take her down.
The six sissies surrounding her exchange worried glances. A few shoot you looks of pure murder and you can tell that it's you they would really like to get revenge on. You suppose you can't blame them for blaming you. At least Alexis made getting bimboified a blast. You just watched and wanked when you should have warned them. You would have if you could have, but you were just as locked into this role as they were in theirs. In the end, maybe no one ever had a choice, or are you just telling yourself that because you are too scared to make one of your own?
Darling is the first to lunge for Alexis, and the first to catch a knee to the nose. The CRUNCH of breaking bones is so visceral you can almost feel it. Once an aspiring actor, Darius never expected to be transformed and turned into a star of another sort. Still, her anger is no match for Alexis' perverse cruelty, and knowing her pretty 'props' will heal almost instantly, the savage slav doesn't hold back.
Gertrude is next to try her luck, tackling Alexis from behind and clawing at her eyes. A well aimed elbow takes the air out of her and soon the ruskie is on top of her and throttling the attractive, aged GMILF. Grant was part of the 'Fuck me, Gramppa!' series and despite being in his eighties, doesn't look a day over 40 thanks to her new lease on life. You look older than she does at this point. The years aren't kind when you stay up all hours of the night scouring for a scene that will still get you off and then drinking and dosing until you pass out frustrated at your own inability to even jerk off anymore.
Kylie and Amy team up, one going high and one going low to wrestle Alexis to the ground. Unfortunately Amy is as flinchy as ever, and when she hesitates to hold her victim as tightly as she should, she's the one that ends up with a broken arm and bloody lip. Armond was a man that could have anything and often did. He must have fucked every sissy in this room over a dozen times when he was still a stud and bankrolling AleXXXis Enterprises transformation from production studio to platform and porn empire. You could have warned him there is no such thing as immunity. It only takes one moment of curiosity, one instant of weakness while Alexis whispers to you in her naughty Natasha Badinoff accent and you end up just another bimboi. You would have warned her too, if you hadn't been too busy wanking what was your first full load in weeks.
Thing 1 and Thing 2, twin sis'sy ex-cons that seem to get off on their dehumanizing moniker wait until the other sissies have recuperated to signal to them to surround the malicious muscovite and finally overpower her. Even as living fuck dolls they've lived a richer life than you. You all have traveled all over the world to find the few innocents left to degrade and debauch, but while they are seeing sights and seducing studs, you are holed away in a hotel room watching them get fucked while they live it. It's a lonely life, if you can even call eating and drinking and stroking your soft cock more out of habit than desire until you crash.
This is the closest you get to living these days, watching something so vile and violent as six bimbois breaking and rebreaking Alexis' bones while they take turns three at a time filling her hurting holes. You feel so alive in moments like this, serving as a first hand witness to a historic moment like the first time Alexis cums from getting her collarbone shattered or the way she slipped from their grip by popping her shoulders out of the socket and slithering serpentine style to turn the tables and fuck the tangled pile of bimbois. Your cock stands up in admiration and you manage to shoot a powerful rope of jism before sinking back into your chair, soft and sullen again.
After that it's just more of the same honestly. These bitches show their bellies so easily and Alexis knows how to push their buttons until they spurt. She knows how to push your buttons too. Once she calls 'CUT!' and the cameras are off, she'll be 'cooingk' at you in her alluring accent and asking what you thought of the scene. She will be all over you, showing a gentle side she doesn't dare share with anyone else, knowing you are to weak to do anything about it. You tell yourself that one day when she least expects it, you'll strike. You will think only studly thoughts too. You've seen all her tricks and knows what turns her on better than she does. You'll show her...one day...just wait and see...just...watch...
And that's what you'll do. Just watch. From now, until...
The End
(Ending 7: Forever Watching and Waiting)
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[[Restart!->continue]]Weeks turn to months as you start to pick up the pieces of your life, with lots of help from Joy and Ella. It turns out your bimboi bestie had already enrolled in an online class to complete her senior year, and they helped you sign up and catch up. It helped that for every 'A' you earned she'd fuck you silly and 'mommy' would reward you with another funishment.
There is less time for roleplay even with your academic accomplishments, but things are no less heated for less playtime. You still manage to spend every night falling asleep between Joy and Ella, your guest room being a glorified closet for your expanding wardrobe. Now that you've gotten to explore your girly side, you end up dressing more like Becca when you get to pick your clothes. Sure, you're a bottom through and through, and still love to play dress up from time to time, but you were always drawn to the rocker bad grrl style, and you are pleasantly surprised that you can pull it off.
Ella, or El' as they go by now, finally feels comfortable sharing that she's an enby bimboi and doesn't want to be pinned down by labels. They don't mind being pinned down by you though, even if it's only a matter of time before she turns the tables. Every so often you surprise them, and yourself, by keeping them under you, struggling and squirming while you saw your swollen shaft in and out of their puckering pussy. El' always gets you back in the end, and the throat, and between your breasts, but you have come to love that spark of uncertainty between you.
That's unfortunately not all that's uncertain between you. Every day that passes is another that goes by with questions unasked and unanswered. For all you've shared openly and honestly, your deepest feelings have been one topic that hasn't been broached. You think they love you...but do they love you any more than they love Joy, or loved Becca, or the next bimboi they end up bouncing up and down on? You want to believe they do, but what if you're wrong?
You've squirreled away enough from OnlyFans tips to put a down payment on a small, shitty apartment, and you have plans to go to school after saving up over the summer. You know El' has similar plans, but neither of you have asked the other the obvious question about moving in together. Joy has decided not to play mommy in this one circumstance, telling you that if you will have to risk your heart to share it, and as much as she wants to, she can't share your heart for you. You want to tell her to go sew it on a fucking doily, but deep down you know she's right.
So here you are, graduation day. You, all dressed in your nicest torn denim jeans, crop top, and pink pleather jacket, El' wearing the cutest booty shorts, knee high socks, and tank top, and Joy decked out in a dazzling glittery dress, trying to hold back the tears as you open your acceptance letters to Orlando University. You both got in, and the question lingers of what happens next...
It's a big step...
But the first step always is...
Demonstrating uncharacteristic assertiveness, you take El' by the hand and lead them to the guest room. You can tell they are on the verge of saying something too, but for once, you want to be the one to take the lead. "El', I am in love with you. You are the coolest, cutest person I've ever met. Sometimes, when I'm kissing Joy, I imagine it's you. I want to fall asleep every night in your arms, and wake you up with waffles and blowjobs every morning. I even got the recipe from Joy. I want you to rent a place with me, I want to go to school with you, I want to spend my life with you. Maybe we're too young, maybe we don't even know who we are any more, but I have grown more...discovered more in my time with you than I have since I was a baby. If you don't feel the same, I'll still love you and be so grateful for all you've taught me, but I can't spend another second with you not knowing you are the love of my life!"
El' looks stunned. Since your rebirth, they have gone from shy nerd to outspoken soft stud, but now, they are at a loss for words. El' wipes away a tear, places their hands gently on your chin, and answers you with a kiss that speaks volumes, and while you both get tongue tied, they don't stutter, and you get the message loud and clear. Then El' starts writing checks with their mouth, making passionate promises while speaking in tongues, unintelligible but crystal clear. Not content to take the tongue lashing unanswered, you offer a robust rejoinder that leaves you both stumbling backwards to the bed and stripping just enough clothes to allow El' to climb on top of you and pound you hard into the bed with the weight of their ample ass, strangling your swollen shaft.
All healthy relationships are built on give and take, and by the time you give a gallon of girl goo to feed El's hungry hole, you are eager to take your turn bouncing on bimboi boner. The bed frame squeaks and groans as you swivel your hips and slide down El's throbbing prick in a slick spiral, as if it's cheering on the christening of the new couple. You clasp your lips tight around El's and picking up the conversation where you left off, promise to make take their cum anytime, anywhere. What you can't convey in words becomes spelled out in block letters with your body, until El' finally cries out, "Yesssss! Yeeeeessssss! YESSSSSSSSS!"
You collapse into a cuddle bundle, limbs wrapped possessive and proud around your pretty pet and mewling master. You are so happy you found the courage to take that first step...and with El' at your side, you know you will be able to take the rest of the journey, wherever it leads...
[[And it eventually leads you home.->and it eventually leads you home]]It's been a year since you wrested control of your company and captured the culprits that cheated you out of your future, only to deliver you to your destiny. It took a long time to forgive Joan and Jaqueline, and even longer to trust them, but sometime between the first time the Joan the homophobic hussy woke you with a blowjob and the umpteenth time the barbarous bimboi, Jacqueline, braided your hair, they found the gorgeous good part of themselves Samantha saw in them from the beginning and then showed it to you as well.
Your first building put your company in the black for the first time, but it left you feeling surprisingly empty. What did it matter if you erected some loathsome lofts that have a fake bodega and a Starsucks in the lobby? Is that what you wanted your legacy to be? Steel and stone and cold inside? You decide to change all that with an idea from your darling daughter. Anyone can make a building, the real challenge is building a family.
The Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women and Stifled Studs was your architectural masterpiece, a dizzying spiral that was at once staggering and serene, awe inspiring and yet warm and inviting, the pinnacle of your career. Or it would be, if the foundation housed inside it wasn't the true ground floor of your dreams. It was a place where all were welcome, were family was found, losers learned to love and lovers learned to lose their fear and failure and trade it in for something much harder to hold on to...hope.
You receive a lot of love letter bombs and secret admirer assassination attempt by Joe in that time, but you barely notice them over the din of your growing family and the hours spent in euphoric embraces and eruptions of ecstasy. Eventually, they disappear entirely, as he realizes he's been forgotten, disappearing like a nightmare in the warm rays of morning.
Your institute accepts boi's scared of what they might become, sissies startled by what they are, women wanting to be more than a womb, and studs ready to explore more than the straight and narrow. You attract Nobel Prize winning scientists and AVN winning porn stars and everyone in between, all searching for answers, and learning that so many things they considered problems, were just solutions with a different perspective. This is the legacy you are truly proud of, the ephemeral, brief and beautiful bonds of love of family and friends and lovers. It will live on long after you pass, which considering your condition, won't be for some time yet.
So whether waking up in your daughter's arms, or her ass, whether greeted with a kiss by a newborn bimboi or a suck by a switchy stud, whether you are set to open another institute in a new country or officiating a new joining of two souls in matrimony, where no day is ever just another day or wasted building something hollow when you could be loving now. Every day begins with the same mantra...
[["Well, it's a start."->start 2]]You spend the rest of the day servicing studs and ASSisting your delectable daughter every chance you get. One thing you learn real quick is that men are never more honest than when they think you are powerless. Samantha and you serve as more than ball emptying bimbabes, and the crew unloads more than their spunk down your hungry holes. They let loose with every grudge, every grievance, every gruesome, ghastly bit of violence they wish they could inflict on the ones they feel powerless against. You file each and everyone away in your growing clump of grey matter that isn't lost to constant longing or lust.
It's just before clock out time that you have your next epiphany. The crew prefers to call it 'cock out' time because that's when Samantha and you strip naked and let the line of losers pound your holes as they leave for the day. Once you embrace your inner sissy, you think more clearly...especially when you hit the heights of ecstasy that a hard prick cumming inside your hungry holes brings. You are sucking a load off of Samantha's lips then sucking off a shaft shoved between your flushed faces while another in a countless collection of cocks jackhammering jizz into your cunt, when you get a wicked idea.
"OhMMPH SLURP God! Being a SHLLP SUCK sissy is soooooOOOOOOH MMMPH much better than MMMMM KISS being a AAAAH SLURP stud ever waAAAAAAAH!" Your pervy performance causes the bricklayer that had no issues flooding Samantha with his seed earlier in the day to get a strange look on his face, as if wondering for the first time that he might be getting the short end of the dick. He swells and spurt in your mouths and you continue sucking, watching intently as the burly bricklayer shrinks and shifts and softens into a buxom bimboi.
His former coworkers don't seem curious about what caused his change, or concerned about being infected themselves. They just line around the new 'employee satisfaction ASSistant' and begin filling her hungry holes with cock too. You feel a little guilty for infecting an innocent man to test your little theory, that is until you remember some of the slurs he spit at you and your darling daughter as he plowed you earlier in the day. Besides, despite a look of stunned shock for a second, she now seems completely content with her new role. And you have proven a problem that has perplexed you since you got bitten by the bimbug yourself...how did a man's man like you end up a girly gurl?
You had always assumed that the so called 'stud immunity' was a lifelong thing. Any so called real men that got infected must have been lying about the slew of sissies they bedded, or maybe they used a condom and no one noticed. Instead, it means everyone is susceptible all the time. All it takes is an instant of curiosity, even one planted by the sissy herself, and the straightest stud can be corrupted and changed into a cock craving cutie.
Your plan begins to take form. The former bricklayer and current studlayer had a list of grudges as long as the cocks stuffing him at both ends. You imagine you just made the top of his shit list, but between Samantha and you, it should be a snap to win her over. You can lure her back to your tiny trailer and show her how much nicer sissies are than those mean old studs, then remind her that now she has the perfect way to get back at that long list of assholes she has felt so powerless against for so long.
You smile around the shaft shooting it's seed down your throat, then pull your new co-conspirator cutie into a creamy kiss. It's hard to do math with your brain bobbing along the tides of euphoria crashing down again and again, but you imagine you could have all the key members of the crew tempted, transformed, and turned into your loyal sissy spies within the week. The three Jay's won't know what hit them...not until you lower the boom.
They have an army.
[[You have a Hole->you have a hole]]You stop the shower feeling filthier than ever. You drag yourself over to the mirror, and the pain on the trembling child's face in front of you almost breaks your heart. You would give anything to be able to tell her things are going to be alright. You would give anything for a chance to fix things. You would give anything to forgive her...
And all you have left to give is your hope.
You have no money...you gave it all to Ella so you wouldn't have to feel her eyes not looking at you anymore...
You have no home...because if home is where the heart is, you have broken homes where you are no longer welcome and haunted houses that want to suck your soul away...
You have no pride...that was fucked out of you last night and it's remnants have already run down the drain, doubtlessly clogging a pube filled filth hole that you'll probably have to clean later...
You have no chance. Six shattered lives. You are supposed to fix them all, and then your own?! While somehow not flunking school, ending up on the street, and sinking right back down in the slime, only now with more regrets weighing you down?!
You can't do this. You might as well apologize to the woeful waif whimpering in the mirror, because if hope is all you have, you might as well give up right now...
Game Over...
El Finito...
The Endd
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You don't see any other choice. She may be small, but she has a strong set of lungs and can call her futa friends down on you and you would have nowhere to run. It's certainly not because you are dying to kiss the adorable, babyfaced bimboi. It can't be because her lips look so red and ripe and ready to be parted. You will just kiss her until she asks you to stop and not one second longer. Okay...maybe just one second longer. "I...I'll kiss you."
You lean forward and close your eyes, almost falling on your face and ending up on your knees when the tiny temptress leaps back giggling. "Hee hee! I didn't say you could kiss me on my lips!" Annabelle parts her cloak, revealing her barely a B-cup peach shaped breasts, slender waist, and elephant trunklike thick cock dangling dangerously between her lithe legs. "Cute, isn't it? I might be a petite, but my package is XXXL! And you're going to 'kiss' it until I say 'stop'. If you do a good job, I'll even let you kiss my lips after."
The sneaky shemale smirks sinisterly and you wonder why that makes you want to kiss her even more. You are stuck between her cock and a hard place, and you don't see any real choice other than to make out with her meaty prick. You are already on your knees, and Annabelle has 'helpfully' stepped forward so her cockhead swings just in front of your flushed face. All you have to do is close your eyes, part your lips, and pretend you are wrapping your lips around one of her perfect peach blossoms instead of her penis.
You open your lips to give a slight smooch to her spongy head. Other than the mortification of kissing a gurl's cock that's waaay bigger than yours, it's not unpleasant. You give it another, less polite kiss, and then another. Soon you are giving her mushroom head open mouth kisses that grow hungrier with each second. "That's a good boi!" Annabella cheers you on and pats you lightly on the head like you were a good little kitty. You know it should infuriate you that she is treating you like a pet, but you get the impression she considers it a compliment, and she is just so blasted cute when she is condescending.
That's why you start rolling your tongue in slow, slurpy circles around the ridge of her bellend. A cute coquette cooing your praises is a mighty motivator. It certainly isn't unlocking any latent, closeted cock craving buried so deep inside you that even you didn't know it existed until you begin sucking your way down a smooth shaft. Sure, your cock is harder than it's ever been in your life, but that's all do to Annabelle's alluring giggles and groans. You are getting off on a diminutive doll treating you like a kitten, not on something emasculating and embarrassing like slobbering around a throbbing tool.
One thing is for sure, you can't pretend it's one of her sublimely sculpted breasts any longer. Not that you've had much experience in that area, but you are pretty sure none come in such a cylindrical shape or have such sinewy hard feel under the silky smooth texture of her skin. It's so surreal...oddly familiar since you have felt your own cock in your hand countless times, and yet so distinct and depraved feeling it slide past your sucking lips, throb on your darting tongue, and twitch inside your clenching throat. You are undeniably, indelibly into frenching her fuckstick, and you've almost forgotten why you are doing it in the first place.
You should be biting this bitch's balls off for forcing you to do this, instead you are sliding your hand up to caress them. You should turn her over your knee for threatening to turn you over to her futa friends instead of throating her glans as deep as you can, gagging and glugging and giving her googoo eyes. She doesn't make it easy to hate her. She makes the sexiest little whimpers everytime you lunge just a little deeper than you did before. There is something so bashful and innocent about the way she blushes and squirms when you run your tongue up from her taint to tip, like she doesn't want to enjoy something so filthy and forbidden, but just can't help herself. Even her cock has to be cute. The way it's almost comically oversized for her body, how smooth and soft it is, and the way it grows all pinkish when it's about to blow as if it's blushing, make you want to make out with it all day.
"Oh NNGH gosh AAH darn OOH golly YELP double MOAN dog GUH darn!" Annabelle even curses cutely. Her pats have become full blown caresses and are fast turning into a tight grip. You can feel the tenderest of tugs as you try to kiss more and more of her pulsing prickette with each drooling dive. You struggle and sputter, but her little moans and puny pulls drive you beyond your gag reflex, beyond your comfort zone, beyond any heteronormative barrier you have left. A living doll loves the way you suck her dick, and you can't think of anything gay about that.
"Wait! WHIMPER Stop! I changed MOAN my YIP mind! I don't NNGH want to OOOOOH infect YELP you!" Annabelle cries out, with her clit still crammed halfway down your throat. You can feel it ready to explode inside you. Do you have time to pull off and salvage what's left of your manhood? Do you even want to try?
Can you stop in time?
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You feel your muscles tense and flex as you fuck the sissy spurts out of your slutty daughter. You are feeling high off the rush of endorphins and adrenalin coursing through your veins as you piston into Samantha's sissy cunt with power and precision...and patience. Yes, you could go all night railing her and reshaping her into the perfect doting daughter or a sublimely slutty sex slave. You are in total control.
Then, just for a second, you wonder if you aren't getting the short end of the dick. You have all the power, all of the control, but it sure looks like Samantha is having all of the fun. She must have cum a dozen times at least by now, and all of them have rocked her beautiful body like a freight train plowing through her. Could she be getting exactly what she wants right now? The curious question is but a flicker of thought, meaningless really. Except that it is all the distraction your depraved daughter needs to start bucking back on your cock with enough power and passion to milk the cum straight from your sack into her hungry hole.
"Fucking slut!" You fill her tight cunt overflowing with your stud seed, your orgasm all but ruined as it takes you off guard. You pull out of her and give her thick cheeks a few resounding SMACKS that only make her giggle. You vow to really show her who's the boss when you get your second wind, but all of the sudden it's getting hard to breathe. You feel flush...feverish even. Your whole body aches, and burns, and tingles in torturous titillation. It's like your skin is an itchy hair shirt and your insides feel oddly empty.
"What's...happening?!" Your own voice terrifies you as it raises in pitch and distorts to sound as vapid and slutty as Samantha's. That's not all that's changing either. Your scalp tingles as your close trimmed crew cut sprouts into a full head of wavy hair. You feel your face with shrinking hands as both grow soft, supple, and surreally sexy. You can suddenly breathe, but it comes out a whorish moan as your proud pecs soften and swell to form two massive mommy missiles with protruding nipples. You gasp again as your waist sucks in and whimper woefully as your hips slide and shift to birthing beauties. Your literally hard ass balloons and bounces to preposterously pornographic proportions. Your pride and joy prick throbs and thickens too, but it doesn't exactly fill you with manly pride as all your body hair falls off and your legs grow lithe and lovely.
Suddenly both top heavy and bottom heavy, you lose balance and fall on your well cushioned ass. It doesn't hurt, but worse than pain, it accentuates how empty your ass suddenly feels. Your hands continue to explore your new body, every inch betraying you and begging you to pinch and grope and spank it raw and red. You find yourself sucking on your own tongue for lack of a better substitute as your stomach is wracked with horny hunger. You've never felt so confused, so terrified, or so turned on.
"Oh Emm Gee! My Daddy's a sissy! EEEEEE!" Samantha finally cums down from her fuck fugue and notices your predicament. Not surprisingly, she is not sympathetic to your plight. Or if she is, she has a funny way of showing it. She rubs her thick, but not as thicc as yours, ass in your face, smearing your stud seed all over your feminine face. "I know you must be starving Daddette, but you can snack on your last spurts as a boi. Then I can feed you some fresh sissy spurts. Mmmm they taste sooooo sweeeet, and I can't wait to teach you how to make your throat 'gasm!"
Her soft flesh surrounds you, making it hard to think, hard to resist the intoxicating odor of your own cum. You can barely hold on to the urges billowing in your beautiful bountiful bosom. Truly, the only reasonable choice in this situation is to...
[[Eat her creme filled ass->eat her creme filled ass]]As embarrassing as it is, the only thing you really have to be ashamed of is if you don't stand up for your friend. "Wait, momm-uh Joy! It's not what it looks like! I begged Ella to bully me! She only did it for me!" You see Ella's expression out of the corner of your eye, and it isn't what you expected to see with your face covered in her cum. You expected at least a little sympathetic embarrassment, or worse, pity. Instead, you see...admiration."
Joy flips on a dime and is back to using her soft, supportive 'mommy' voice, "Well, I suppose that's different then..." she gets a wicked smile as she gets back into character, "so I suppose I have to punish you both!" Her tone is stern, but playfully so. You both giggle giddily as 'mommy' grabs you by your ears and drags you into the kitchen. You don't know why, but there is something extra squirmy about getting punished in the kitchen. You wait with baited breath, face still sticky with sissy seed as you watch Ella get pulled over mommy's knee and her sailor short shorts pulled down to reveal her plump, plugged ass.
"What have we here? No panties and a butt plug? What a naughty little bimboi. You give mommy no choice but to spank you!" You see Ella's cheeks burn as brightly as yours do, and you realize that you aren't the only one that gets off on the shame of getting off on being ashamed. It's a viscous circle jerk, and it's only in recognizing it in a bimboi you admire so wholeheartedly, that you realize it must be okay for you to get boned from being bullied as well. You bite your bottom lip and moan, wondering when you will finally get your turn to get tortured, but so happy for your bimboi bestie to get some quality time with mommy, that you don't even mind sharing. Besides, you get turned on from being tortured, and the longer it lasts, the sweeter your just desserts will taste.
"I'm suh UNH suh AH AH sorry WHIMPER muh MOAN muh MommeeEeEEeeeEEEEEE!" Ella cries out like a baby bird as mommy spanks the spurts right out of her. Your eyes as big as saucers as the thick jets of jism coat Joy's freckled thighs. You lick your lips longingly, hoping part of your punishment will include helping clean up Ella's mess. You are almost ready to boil over, steamy and pent up, and desperate for release.
"And as for our selfish little subby slut, it's your turn to spank Ella for a change. Lord knows I love a bottom, but everyone should explore outside their comfort zone in a healthy relationship." Joy's voice is friendly but firm as she pulls Ella off her lap and steps off the stool, motioning for you to take your place as the 'fun'isher instead of 'fun'ishee. You are hesitant, but so horny that you feel like you could fuck your mommy silly at this point, if it meant you got to spurt. You sit down and pull your short skirt up to make room for Ella. You recognize the giddy guilty glimmer of glee in her eyes as well as the uncertainty. You decide to be firm for your friend's sake, unwavering and resolute and hard enough to cut diamonds.
"Please...don't be gentle, Amy." Ella whispers as she lays on your lap, her slick shaft slipping between your soft thighs and throbbing against your pantied prick. You steel yourself, flinching as you raise your hand over her creamy cheeks. Mommy's stinging slaps have already healed, and you hesitate to marr such supple, unsullied skin, but your bestie asked you for a favor, and you want to be a good friend and more to her. You shoot your arm down as hard as you can, wincing before you even hear the resounding SMACK or Ella's grateful whimper.
TWACK CRACK SLAP SMACK KRAAAAK
It's like a light switch flipped on inside you, a blood red neon light that glows so bright you can barely see the searing smacks you rain down on your friends doughy cheeks. You can only see the red rising on her pale, plump ass as it blossoms and fades almost as fast. It spurs you like a flag to a bull, and your arm is a blur, brutally buffeting her buttocks as she moans like a bottom bitch in heat. Her arousal becomes yours, literally as her drooling dick grinds against yours with every blistering blow. You still would rather be the one getting spanked, but you are so drunk on Ella's desire that you paddle her ass red, spanking so fast that her suffering skin keeps its bright blush.
THWAAACK SMAAACK KRAAAK SLAAAP SPAAANK CRAAAAACK SWAAAAT
"OooOOoooOoooh MommeEEEEeEeeEeeEeeee!" Ella cries out, cumming again, this time all over your swollen, silk sheathed shaft, setting it off so it spurts so hard you almost fall off the stool. Your body shakes and shudders as countless pent up climaxes crash into one another. Ella climbs up, straddling you as your cocks coat each others in cum, she licks her cracked, caked creme off your face and kisses you madly. You lose yourself in her embrace, holding her tight and promising yourself you'll never let go.
"Aren't you two forgetting this is supposed to be your punishment?" Joy gently chides you and your both break your kiss blushing but bubbly. Mommy smiles as she pulls Ella then you up and over her shoulder and carries you kicking and squealing into her bedroom. She tosses you on the bed and you both instinctively pop up on all fours, eager for more punishment. Gluttonous greedy fuck pigs...and perversely proud of it. Ella pulls your head to hers and kisses you hard, you kiss her back harder, pinning down her tongue until you feel mommy's thick cock slide up your hungry hole, and you instinctively surrender and suckle Ella's lips and tongue and neck and anything else you can reach while mommy pounds the sticky spurts out of you.
Hours melt away as you take turns getting spanked and stuffed...watching with rapt attention when it's Ella's turn, snaking down to suck her shaft and pinch her pretty sack, finding a bratty side to your bottom bitch nature even as Ella discovers there's still a lot of boi in her bimboi side as she grips your hair and fucks your throat. You still have a lot to learn, and mommy does her best to give you both a cram session, sliding inside you with Ella double fucking you one moment...and using you as a dildo to fuck your femmey friend the next, pounding your ass as you pound Emma's...it all ends well into the night all collapsed in a puddle of pleasure and a tangle of loving limbs.
You know this will have to end eventually. This is a halfway house, not your home, but for this magic moment, you are part of a family, you are loved, and you are never letting go...
[[Watch out for that first step, it's a doozy.->watch out for that first step]]You wake up early to sneak past the pile of sissies littering the floor to wake Samantha. She smiles sweetly, a smile you haven't seen since lazy sunday mornings, waking you up with burnt bacon and soggy toast and looking proud as punch. You've never been prouder of her. From lost little boi to silly sissy slut to the comely creature you see before you. She's grown quite coquettish, and even more cunning, but her real strength lies in her kindness. You've long been cursed to sniff out the worst in a man or sissy like a bloodhound, but somehow despite all the shit surrounding them, Samantha can find the good in anyone, and somehow she can inspire them to see it themselves.
"Mmm morning, mommers." You've won back your daughter's love and her trust, but you're still working on the respect. "Not that I'm not loving kneeling in the dirt and cleaning even filthier cocks with my throat, but is today the day?" You certainly hope not. Plan A requires more time, more sissies, and a lot more tools than you've managed to squirrel away. Plan B might be ready if you're pushed to it, but it would cost a great deal to you and your newfound family, and with only a prayer's chance in Hell of succeeding. Not that you ever had much faith...
"Maybe, darling, maybe." You give Samantha a hopeful look, and she smiles and nods, as if she knows how hard it is for you to look hopeful when everything looks so hopeless. Perhaps that's you're strength. You've never had a single sane reason to believe you'd succeed at anything you set out to do your whole life. Not crawl out of the cesspool you were born in, or finish school, or marry the girl of your dreams, or build a life and home and company, and even though you've lost it all, you never stop hoping you'll find a way to succeed. You still aren't sure if it's some inner strength, stubbornness, or stupidity, but it's the only chance you and your band of bimboi 'brothers' have.
"Wake up, my lovely loves. We have work to do." The floor of femmy flesh stirs and writhes and rises and you have to remind yourself, as you do every morning, that you have more important things to do than dive into the stirring sea of sissies and drown your troubles under and ocean of calming cum. You figure a few more days if you're lucky, which you never are, and a week at most if you can manage to keep the Three Jay's from discovering your plan.
It's almost too perfect. You are almost grateful to the base bastards that betrayed you for the chance to get sweet revenge upon them, and all with the tools of their own fashioning. Step one was the easiest part, suss out the weaknesses of the studs and sissify them. Part two was beyond you. It required Samantha's kind soul to soothe the hurt of the hussies you turned. Step three was sweet sabotage, but it required enough sissies to overwhelm the studs, and using their own equipment as armament. You are so close too, close enough to taste it. It tastes almost as good as the countless gallons of cum you have been 'forced' to guzzle down as your plan takes shape.
You are the first to step out of the tiny trailer, as always, and as always you are greeted by mud and filth and more to come as you make your way to the front of the worksite to get in 'position' for the workers making their way to the still skeletal frame of the building you worked your whole life to erect. What you see instead of the usual empty lot is a field full of bodies. A veritable sea of strong, surly, stupid studs you doubt even Samantha could find good in. And at the head of them all stand the vilest of them all.
"No use playing dumb, Jane. We know what you've been up to." Jack walks towards you with a cocky swagger. He's finally dropped his last pretense of respect...and not a moment to soon for you're liking.
"Haw haw haw! I bet you thought you had us fooled, huh? Well we're not as dumb as we look!" John is probably right about that. You doubt anyone could be as dumb as he looks and still manage to breathe without assistance. Unfortunately, there is a certain strength in stupidity and he has you wrapped helplessly in his arms within seconds.
"You thought you could outnumber us? I can always pay half the country to bash in the head of the other half. I'm going to bury you and your sissy son and the rest of your sissy sluts in the foundations of this building. Then I'm going to set it ablaze for the insurance and move on to the next one." Joe smiles with a malice and coldhearted fury that makes a shark's grin look friendly in comparison.
"What do ya say to that, you femme freak?"
[["Plan B it is then!"->plan b it is then]]You hate the thought of being labeled a predatory infector, but that is what you did, and if you want to prove that's not who you ARE, then you have to take responsiblity. You look Samantha, or whatever her name will end up being, in the eye and say solemnly, "I will go with you and tell them everything I did. It sounds like they will be able to do a lot more for me then I can."
Samantha snaps, "I don't want to hear your excu-eh excuse me? Did you...you're going to tell them what you did? I thought I'd have to at least to argue with you for hours. Hell, I was willing to go with blackmail or even a blowjob if it got you to make a statement. I still despise you, but thanks for making this part easy at least. Well no time like the present." She pops up and heads out of the cafe. You shrug and follow along, supposing she's right and that you might as well get this over with.
You drive her down to the SJC while Samantha gives you directions and derision for not knowing the world famous center for helping everyone from bois to scared to live, bimbois that have no idea how to live, women who don't know where they belong, and studs that want more from life than being walking, talking dildos. Apparently, they even rehabilitate 'bad bimbois', whatever that is. By the time you reach the local branch, Samantha has texted the rest of your party pals to enroll as well. You hate to admit it, but you are a little relieved to have this heavy burden taken off your hands. If you end up on a registry, so be it. You figure that you can be a good bimboi for however long probation will last and then all will be right with the world. Maybe they will even set you up with a place to stay too. You doubt you are welcome back at Becca's.
"Hallo! Welcum to the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs! I'm Bubbles! I will be your guide! Follow me and I'll get you to the right place." Bubbles is an anime cum to life, bouncy, buoyant, and bursting with contagious cheer. You follow the pink haired pixie inside and she shows you to a bank of touch screen monitors, and 'whatshername' starts inputting her information, and you do the same.
It's almost too easy. You start by entering your social security and seconds later it pulls up everything from your birth records to your GPA, even your browser history, which you try to minimize to no avail. Then, it brings up an online form to list how many people you've infected and what the circumstances were. You take deep breath and start to fill out your form, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with every name you add and detail you describe. When you do finally hit submit, you feel a weight lifted off of your chest. Sure, you probably have some more paperwork ahead, maybe a pamphlet to read, but the hardest part is behind you.
BWAAAA BWAAAA BWAAAA BWAAAA
Your kiosk starts flashing a strobing red light and broadcasting a blaring alarm. Bubbles pops up behind you shrieking, "It's a bubonic bad bimboi! Watch out everyone, until we get her in quarantine!" You looks around, terrified the bad bimboi might get you next, but everywhere you look, all eyes are on you! Whatshername smiles smugly as you shiver in shock...and then you feel the sharp bite of a syringe as Bubbles sedates you...
And...
everything...
goes...
black...
.....
[[Wake Up!->wake upp]]You push Samantha off of you and smile as she squeals before hitting the ground with a satisfying THUD. "Hmmph. Don't forget that I'm the one that owns the house and everything in it. You don't even have roller skates, and I own the car. You've never worked a day in your life, and I built my company from nothing. You may be in charge in the bedroom." You step out of bed and 'accidentally' step on your bratty bimboi daughter. "Like I said, MAYBE you're in charge in the bedroom, maybe not, but I am 100% in charge everywhere else."
It is a good speech. Even you almost believe it. You want to, anyway. You want to tell yourself that what you did last night isn't the real you, even though you want nothing more than to do it all again...and then some. You push all of your desires deep down and clamp a heavy lid of responsibility and dignity and self respect, but even before you step one foot outside, you feel the rumbling. You focus on getting dressed and ignore the siren call begging you to dash yourself on waves of lust crashing against hard cocks.
Your old, sweat stained t-shirts and battered overalls swallow you up, but at least the bagginess keeps your new feminine figure hidden. You stuff your flowing locks of hair into a hard hat and hope you can keep to the shadows and mimic your formerly gruff, gravely voice. Samantha flinches when you growl, "You're staying home today. We'll talk when I get back. And if you're not here, then you won't be in any condition to talk when I'm done with you."
Her stifled whimper and fearful flinch is all the answer you need. You leave her behind and make your way to your pickup with an extra swagger in your step. You feel a horrible sense of hope as you make your way to the site. It is taunting you, teasing you like Lucy with the football, letting you think a 'normal' life is possible, but everytime you tell yourself you will find a way to assert control and take back your life, the stick shift begs you to stuff it up your ass...and it gets more persuasive with every mile.
You see the sign Jenkins Builders and you take a deep breath. It's a short walk from your parking spot to the trailer. From there you can direct everyone by walkie talkie. The project is so close to being completed. It's your masterpiece, and when it's finished, you'll never have to work a day in your life again. It will all be beaches and bitches, cocktails and cocks, sunsets and squirting shafts, and as you pull the pickup into your reserved spot, you know you can make it happen.
[[Or can you?->or can you?]]"You know what, fuck it. Let's ditch and go to Dinoverse. And I guess since my secret's out, you can call me, Amy." Elliot's eyes light up with childish excitement and you have to bite your bottom lip to remind yourself not to kiss him. It's strange, suddenly crushing on someone you've known so long. It's like you're seeing him with new eyes, which you guess, literally you are. Whatever the reason, you feel a giddy glee in skipping school and speeding down the highway to hangout at your favorite run down amusement park.
You try to think of him as just a friend as you drive to the park, but your bimboi body betrays you. Your nipples throb harder than you ever imagined, like two throbbing pricks at the end of your sensitive, swollen titties. Your cock throbs even harder, almost as if petrified or snake bit and oozes precum into your panties nonstop. Your throat has a maddening tickle deep down and you feel horrible hunger pains that you suspect aren't because you skipped breakfast. The worst of the empty aches are the ones in your starving asshole. You almost need to pull over to plug your pucker with your dainty digit and swallow your fist until you can bring down your rising fever, but luckily you reach Dinoverse before you breakdown completely.
Seeing the park virtually abandoned as usual, you pull down your hoodie to get a breath of fresh air. The cool air does the trick, helping you keep a hold on your illicit illness, at least for now. It also lets Elliot get his first good look at your new feminine features, and you can tell by his blush that you're not the only one feeling hot under the collar. You unzip the hoodie to let your breasts breathe a little, your tank top tented by your hard nipples, and you feel like you can breathe easier. Your bestie, on the other hand looks like he's going to turn purple and pass out. He lets out a little whimper when you punch his arm and tease, "Don't forget to breathe, buddy."
Your playful banter continues as Elliot surprisingly snarks, "Sure, let me just bury my face in those puppies a second and I'll be right as rain." You both laugh and it helps you both relax as you wait on Gus to get back from one of his never ending smoke breaks to sell you a ticket. It's strange, allowing yourself to act as girly as you feel has actually helped tamp down on the worst of the symptoms. You wonder if it's your bodies way of telling you to be true to yourself, but that seems a little to poetic for a perverted pathogen like the Bimbug. You're just relieved you can act 'normal' again, even if normal includes flirting with your friend.
"Well, Hell's bells, Elliot! Never thought I'd see you here with a cute little girlie! I always thought you and your little friend were...oh, there I go shooting my mouth off again. Tell you what, have some food coupons on me, kids." Gus hands you a handful of tickets and ushers you in the rusty gates of the dilapidated dinosaur theme park. You shoot Elliot a sneaky smirk and he blushes a little brighter. You wonder if Gus saw something between you and your 'little friend' that you weren't ready to. If so, it would mean this attraction isn't a cause of the Bimbug, but just amplified by it. The thought keeps you both pretty quiet as you grab a bunch of junk food and head down the overgrown pathways past plastic predators to reach your favorite hideaway to get high at: King Rex.
The fearsome titan looks downright zombified by weathering and vandals sneaking out with scraps of his synthetic skin and scales. It turns a typical if overly tall T-rex replica into a uniquely odd and eerie landmark, albeit one almost no one knows about. This has always been more of Elliot's spot than yours, and you unusually let Elliot go first in climbing the stairs up King's tail and into the back of his head, but today something compels you to go first. Surely it isn't just so you can sway your ample ass in front of your friend so blatantly that not even your loose sweats can hide your heavenly hips and bouncing bubble butt?
You reach the monster's maw and sit on the tattered tongue shaped bench with your bestie, and only then does it hit you that he might think you are taking him out on a date. You don't know which worries you more, that he will get the 'wrong' idea, or that you are the one reading into things and mistaking his near constant, baseline bashfulness for something it's not. You were always the more assertive of the two of you, which says a lot about Elliot considering how shy and squirmy you are. You had hoped that your illicit infection 'cured' you of such insecurity, but now it's flaring up like a fever and you're awkwardly nursing a corn dog while your friend fidgits.
Then, Elliot does something that shocks you. He places his hand gently on top of yours and looks you deep in the eyes. You never noticed how beautiful his deep brown eyes were. Usually hidden under a messy crop of his chestnut hair, now they are locked on yours, naked and earnest and unabashedly adoring. You feel warmer than ever, as something more than lust aches for his touch. You cannot find the words, or maybe you're just too scared of what will happen if you do. Surprisingly, Elliot is the one to dig up the courage and say, "So, I never thought I'd say this...but Gus was right. I was falling for you long before your transformation, and now you are even more beautiful than before. I know you can have anyone you want, but I will never forgive myself if I don't at least ask you to give me a shot. And not just because you can deep throat a footlong now."
You giggle as you gulp down the rest of the corn dog and squeeze his hand tighter. Your head spins and your mouth is so dry...if only you could suck on Elliot's wet tongue. You close your eyes, trying to fight your urges even though you aren't sure you should. This feels so right, your best friend has always been there for you, even though you seemed to have all the advantages and did nothing with them. You want to take the next step, but you know you won't be able to stop with just a kiss. You aren't sure you should risk infecting him knowing his family is even more fucked up than yours. He doesn't seem concerned by it, but maybe he should be. You definitely don't have the handle on it you thought you did this morning. Maybe the kindest thing you could do for him is keep him at arm's length....
[[Or is it?->or is it?]]You know what you want now. You've always known what you wanted, it just took you getting a taste of it to be able to admit it to yourself. You can't give this up, not when you've discovered what a beautiful slut you make, and how much better getting fucked feels than you ever dared dream. If you stay a boi for even one more night, you may never get the courage to try again, and even if you did, your dad will lock you up in a monastery when he finds out you're dead seat on being sissified.
Not knowing what the bimboi babysitter employment guide says about infecting the babies, even if they beg real nice, you don't leave your corruption to chance. You pull off the punk's prick and before Becca can stop you, you slide off the condom and wrap your lips around her cockhead. "Amy! Wait! I'm gonnaaAAaaaaAAAAaaaAaaAAAAAIEEE!" Becca tries to pull you off her throbbing cock, but you clamp down air tight and suck for all you're worth. She explodes in your mouth filling you with enough sissifying seed to infect a small army. You swallow every dreamy drop and fall back onto her lap, satisfied you've fully infected yourself.
Your first 'symptom' is a swelling in your shaft. It's grows so red and pressure filled as if bit by a venomous snake, then like a snake it stretches to a lucky seven inches and shoots out ropes of thick infectious cum. You keep stroking, feeling a vitality and vigor you never dreamed of as a boi. You feel like you could cum again if you kept stroking...so you do, sending another sweltering shudder through your softening skin as you catch the sticky sweet spurts on your tantalized tongue.
You feel it in your chest next, like they are bulging with every heart beat, racing, feeling like it could burst until they form to perfectly shaped, pert breasts. You squeeze them in your hands, pinching your painfully puffy nipples to prove to yourself you aren't dreaming. It's a dream all right...a dream cum true. Your breasts aren't massive like Becca's, but you always saw yourself as more of tiny temptress. Your titties fill your hands like soft, ripe peaches, and you can't wait to juice them. You feel them pushed up by your bra perfectly, and your tube top tents tantalizingly. You giggle giddily remembering that Becca promised they would fit eventually.
You will have to, because at the moment all you can think of is your ass. It balloons out, growing perversely plump but not pudgy. Your plaid panties stretch obscenely and your skirt can't begin to cover your new curves, not that you want it to. Your new growth has resulted in a proportional sense of emptiness, an ache that begs to be filled. You feel your tight little hole throb with need and drool with desire. You suspected the stories of bimboi bodies producing their own lube to be exaggerated if not outright lies, but the dampness spreading in your panties and the palpable pangs deep inside prove you wrong. You are glad for the improvements to your 'ass'ets, because you suspect you are going to need at least daily feedings to quiet your cravings.
You grab Becca's phone, wanting to capture the rest of your changes and you almost drop it when you see the effects forming on your flushed face. Your scalp feels like it is being kissed by invisible angels as your hair grows out to your shoulders and changes to a ravishing red. Your lashes tickle as they grow long and alluring and you look back at yourself lustily. Your nose shrinks to a cute little button, but you feel like you can breathe better than ever before, and you could swear you can smell the seed sizzling in Becca's sack as she watches you shift. Your lips form a beautiful bow, a pretty ribbon for your gifted mouth. Your face becomes heart shaped, and heart breakingly beautiful. You have to touch it to feel if it's real, and your skin burns your fingers it's so feverish. You almost swoon, but you bite your bottom lip to hold out, not wanting to miss a single change.
You are glad you held on when you feel a warm wave wash over your waist as it sucks in and all the weight seems to shift to your widening hips. It accents your ample ass and you feel your hunger grow as your body blossoms. Your legs tingle as your hair melts away and your skin is left shiny and smooth and so lovely and lithesome in your fishnet stockings. By the time the infection reaches your tiny toes, you are head over heels in love with the pint size punk staring back at you. Your whole body glows and you feel like a fire has been lit inside you that goes beyond your feverish need to be filled. It's like you finally see yourself for the first time, and you finally like what you see.
Apparently you aren't the only one, as Becca pulls you back up into her lap, congratulating you between kisses, "Damn, Amy, talk LICK about a SHHLP glow up! The only MMPH question is...how are you KISS going to break the news to your SLURP dad?" The question echoes in your head, but you struggle to get a purchase on it. Everything seems so slippery all of the sudden, and the only thing that's certain is you never want to stop kissing her, and that you need to get fucked as soon as possible. You don't need an invitation this time, you just peel your panties down and aim your aching asshole against her meaty mushroom head and puuuush.
Your newborn bimboi body comes with more surprises, the pain of your first penetration is gone, replaced by an almost more agonizing explosion of something you can't quite place, until you see your shaft shoot out a stream of sticky spurts and coat Becca's bountiful breasts...it's pleasure. It's not like anything you've ever known before, or could know for that matter. The most powerful orgasm as a boi feels like a half sneeze compared to this...a little relief, but ultimately unsatisfying. This is like a doorway to Heaven opened up inside your ass, and you can feel beatific bliss building higher and higher with no end in sight. It hurts how good it feels. You cry tears of joy as you bottom out, awestruck with how intense it feels before you really start fucking.
You slide your tongue deeper down your bimboi babysitter's throat and coo as she returns the favor, finding a throbbing, tingly tender spot just past your tonsils that you would swear was a second cunt. She gives you a finger to suck on as you begin sliding up and down her shaft, slowly grinding on her lap and swirling up her pretty pole. You instinctively suck her finger in deeper as she adds a second and then a third, and you discover that your gag reflex has been replaced with countless supercharged nerve endings that make your throat feel like it is cumming almost as hard as your ass. Becca slides her tongue between her fingers as she frigs your throat with her dainty digits and you feel like you are melting in your own mouth and dripping down your tongue...and you taste great.
"Fummph SHLLP fuuuuummph GLUH GLUG FUUUUUUMMMPH!" It's hardly articulate, but then again your mouth is full and your ass fuller and your brain is bombed out with the countless climaxes colliding at each end, wracking your tiny frame with rapturous ripples. You keep bucking wildly until Becca grabs your hips and begins pounding up, pumping pints of thick seed with every throbbing thrust. Your body glows white hot, goes into a nuclear meltdown of torrid splendor, sucking up her sweet spurts and milking her dry. Your eyes roll back into your head and for one moment of your erotic, epileptic fit, you have perfect clarity, and you know exactly what you'll say to your father...
[[Tell him if he doesn't like it, he can suck your dick.->tell him if he]]
[[You two will keep this your little secret.->keep this your little secret]]"Sure. Just don't go too crazEEP!" Your yelps are quickly drowned out by the KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK of piercings poking through your supple, sensitive skin. You resist the urge to squirm as she covers your body with an assortment of accessories. Eye brow rings, bridge piercing, spikes on your lips, multiple ear piercings, a row of gnarly studs all the way up your shaft, and as if that wasn't enough, a barbell between your balls.
Your body hums with hot hurt and you almost pass out from the rush of neurochemicals putting out the fire but still leaving you feeling hot and horny. You wonder how you are supposed to get relief with all this shit in the way, but you suppose you can always unscrew them if you need to. You give an earring a test turn, but you find the back is immovable. You look at Diabolique with an expression of dawning despair, and she cackles, "GAH HAH HAAAW! Starting to click for you? I put super glue on the fasteners! And that's not the best part! What do you think is gonna happen when your bimboi body tries to heal these injuries?"
"Oh nooOOoOoOOoo!" You fall to your knees as your body tries to heal the holes covering your body only to be stopped by cold unforgiving steel. You feel tiny little snake bites all over and then their pleasure poison coursing through your veins. It feels so good it hurts, and you start to panic as you realize that this is going to happen over and over with no end in sight. Becca's wild side seems a lot more understandable in hindsight, knowing that she was walking around constantly horny...even by bimboi standards. You cry out, "PleEEEEeeeEEe!" but before you can beg Diabolique for mercy, you fall into a flailing fit on the floor as your body tries heal and is denied.
"Awww poor widdle baby. Does it hurt too good? Feel like you're going to get brain damage? Maybe we should add some more?" KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK You whimper for real as your are pierced from perineum to pouty lips. You look like a Ripley's reject by the time she finishes screwing them in and screwing you. You try to struggle, but it's like your brain's not taking requests at the moment. You are too drugged out and horny to care about anything but release. You doubt Diabolique will be inclined to 'help you out', and don't imagine anyone else will want to fool around with a panting porcupine like you.
"Well, I've got to go to class, but I'll be sure to come back to check on you later and see if I missed a spot. Byeeeeeee!" Diabolique calls out as she leaves and locks the door behind her. You try to will your limbs to listen to you and lift you over to the door where you might be able to drag yourself through the halls to find help. Then another rush of pain killers floods your system and everything shuts down. Your tongue lolls as you lie splayed out and spasming violently. Your cock aches and oozes cum but with no climax or feeling of relief. Tears stream down your cheeks even as your moaning mouth is stretched into a rictus grin. You try to focus...try to think of a way out of this nightmare...but all you can do is cum and cry and quiver and crave the next tidal wave, hoping it will eventually put out the fire...hours pass, and the cravings only get worse and the flames rise higher and higher until your mind melts like ice cream in the oven...
....
"Amy? Amy?! Oh shit ohshitohshitohshit! I didn't know it would be this bad! I'm sorry! I just wanted to bully you a little...not break you. Can you hear me in there? I'll...I'll get help!" Diabolique runs out of the room and you hear her screaming, "Heeeeeeelp! My roomie's in some kind of cum coma!" You hear her alright, every word, every syllable. Your ears are working just fine, even if they won't stop ringing.
"Oh no! She's nonresponsive! It's been too long! She's become dependent on the cycle of neurochemicals coursing through her. If we try to remove the piercings now, the withdrawal will kill her!" You hear the nurse loud and clear too, but you can't seem to figure out why you should care. It's like everything that makes up you...your hopes and dreams, regrets and guilt, thoughts and feelings, everything down to your most basic sense of self is all just a pebble floating on a sea of sublime splendor. You just endlessly drift, not even worried why it doesn't worry you. You no longer look forward to release from this ocean of endless bliss, because why would you want and end to perfect pleasure?
....
Days turn to weeks...to months...to years...to decades...but time has no meaning for you anymore. You have a comfy bed, IVs feeding you and nurses cleaning you, and all the happiness anyone could ever ask for. You would wonder why everyone that comes to visit you...your father...Becca and Ella...Bunny and Buffy...Diabolique and your other vixen victims...they all end up leaving in tears, but luckily for you, such mysteries remain unsolved and you remain unphased. You don't really register that eventually they all stop coming...all save Diabolique, who never seems to move on.
It would make you sad, if you could feel sadness, to know that in trying to pay you back, Diabolique threw away her own life along with yours. She cannot fix her worst mistake, and as a result, neither can you. However, you have floated away to a place free from pain or concern or desire to live any life other than your endlessly euphoric existence. It's still unclear how long the bimbug can extend your natural life span, but one thing is certain, even if you will never be aware of it. Whether you wanted this or not, you know now that for you, this is...
The End
(Ending 22: "Cum"-atose)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]"Just shut up and kiss me, you goddamned gorgeous giantess." You moan the words, already hating how lovely and loving she is. Sasha wastes no more time with words, using her mouth to say something much more profound as her cupid bow lips crush against yours and her tongue speaks fluently without uttering a sound. Your dangling legs bend at the knee as your feminine instincts take over. She is so ginormous, yet so gentle.
You've never felt more like the woman you are, and want to be, as you have softly necking with this towering temptress. You forget why you ever bothered with boring bois and stumbling studs when you can get manhandled so much more expertly by a woman, and foot long cock or no, Sasha is all woman. Her kisses are part playful...darting tongue luring out yours and pulling away with a teasing smile...part possessive, holding you up with one hand softly squeezing your ample ass and the other cupping your chin while she kisses you so soft it hurts. You guess she got lot's of practice kissing girls as a football star. You wonder how many of them realized they liked girls after making out with a tight end?
She's got this cool confidence that was nowhere to be seen before she started sucking on your lips. It's like she knows her way around your mouth better than you do, and you are content to go along with her for the guided tour, taking the spit swapping scenic route as she slowly walks you over to wall so she can pin you against it and fondle you freely. Your legs and arms latch onto her tightly pulling you against her so her breasts crush against yours. You melt on her tongue and let her lap you up as her long, slender fingers slide over you, composing a concerto of wanton whimpers and mindless moans as her deft digits discover erogenous zones you didn't know you had, and send your favorites into orgasmic overdrive.
You erupt all over her beautiful brown skin, your splatter almost shining in contrast. Sasha smiles against your lips whispering "You're ready," and lifting you up over her head and turning you around and upside down before setting you down with your hips on her shoulder and your alluring ass in her face. She kisses you again, just as playfully at first, licking around your rosebud and planting sucking kisses. This soon gives way to possessive, passionate plunges of her tongue so deep inside you that shoot another shuddery spurt all over her beautiful breasts. She delves deeper, delivering a love letter so deep and articulately phrased you could swear you feel your heart licked.
"That's enough spoiling you. You get the idea." Sasha peels you off as you pant and pout and drip a puddle on the floor. She sets you on your back and stands over you, your eyes watering to behold such a stunningly statuesque specimen in the flesh. She slowly lowers herself, teasing you with those perfectly proportioned generous globes as she sits on your face, smothering you in splendor. You don't need any further instruction. Realizing her captivating kisses were more on the job training than romance, you apply what you learned and kiss her deep, dripping with desire, deftly discovering her weak spots via echooOOOoolocation. She grinds slow and soft on your face in a gentle rythm, not rushing her rise to ecstasy. In total control, yet soft as a feather, she tempts your tongue to new heights of arousing acrobatics, until you finally push against her cum button so hard that she lets loose and rides your face like the queen of the rodeo, lassos of cum coating your creamy skin.
She lifts you up again and firewoman carries you to her bed, where she lays you down so soft you feel like a porcelain doll. "I've been wanting to try this for weeks" Sasha moans as she climbs into bed, lifting your leg up high. You are endlessly obedient, knowing this comely colossus could never hurt you. She twists so that she can slide her thick cock deep inside your ass, and pull your pretty prick up her craving cunt. You slide slick and sweaty and sticky against one another, scissor fucking as your thighs clap and asses quiver around your swollen, spurting shaft. Sasha is so tortuously, tantalizingly tall that she can still twist her torso to pull you into another kiss. This time she isn't training you for later, she's kissing you goodbye. She's making love...making you love her...and giving you a farewell fuck all at once.
As punishments go, you could think of worse, but not off the top of your head. It's on the tip of your tongue, but Sasha is batting that around like a playful kitten while she simultaneously fucks and sucks out every last spurt you have. You will probably never meet a woman this overpowering and overwhelming as this lovely leviathan, but as much as if breaks your heart, you'd rather let her in and lose her, than never had shared this moment with her.
You only realize you are crying when you feel her kissing your tears away, cooing, "Don't cry, darling, we still have all night." She rolls you into a little ball and eats her cum out of your cunt. You don't know if she's learned to love herself yet, but she definitely is acquiring a taste. You smile, savoring the night, as she cleans you like a mommy cat and pets you until you purr. You learn more together in one night than you had in a lifetime. You learn that you can always seem to fall in love again, like the blockhead going for the football and losing his footing everytime. Sasha learns she is lovable, and that she can love, even if it's just for a night. But what a night...one you will never forget...even if you wish you could...
....
In the morning, it's Deja Vu all over again. Your lover is nowhere to be seen. This time, it's no mystery, and the culprit that stole your heart even left a confession, texting you,
'Dear Amy, I want to thank you for what you did for, to, and with me last night. I will never forget you, even if I want to. I wish we had met in another life, one where we could live and love without all the hate and the hurt hanging over us. I still have a long way to go before I love myself, and I worry that you do to. I don't know if I will ever see you again, and if I do, I don't know if I will want to be seen. I am being graduated out of quarantine, so this is probably goodbye, but I have one favor to ask of you. Please don't forget to save Amy along with the rest of lost and lonely souls. She is worth saving, and worth loving. I just wish I was strong enough to do it. I know I look like I am, but that's just because I'm tall. LOL ♡'
You don't text her back, knowing it would only cause needless pain. Your pain, on the other hand is very needful, even needy. You are just glad it's a Saturday finally. You don't have it in you to save anyone today. Least of all yourself. You just want to slink back to your dorm, shower, and sob yourself to sleep for a day or two.
But you already know how life goes for you.
[[It never goes your way...->you never get things your way]]You know it's a shit idea. It's really obviously a shit idea...but it's also the only one you've got. You give Polly a serious stare, saying, "Fine. I'll switch places with Abigail, but just for a bit. And if you are getting any funny ideas, you should know they watch these rooms on secret cameras!" Polly makes an exaggerated curtsey that only makes you more suspicious. Still, you can't see how she can be too dangerous with security spying on you. She starts to unfasten Abigail from the chair-like contraption. It's only when she gets up that you notice the massive dildo on a swivel connected to the base.
After you remove her gag, Abigail chirps, "Like thanks I guess, but I was having a ton of fun. I gotta cum oodles and oodles, and pent up Polly just had to watch and whimper cuz EEP!" Her speech is SNAPPED short as Polly strikes Abigail's ample ass with her crop. It jiggles as if impervious to blows and Abigail giggles and groans as her oversized ass keeps shaking. It's like two marshmallow soft watermelons sliding up and down against each other. You aren't much of a top, but even you would be tempted to fuck that fat ass. You wonder why a big dicked bimboi like Polly is bullying Abigail to be her dildo when she seems more suited to be a cocksleeve.
You forget your question as Abigail helps Polly peel your clothes off and strap you into the steel seat. It seems to be stable, it holds your weight easily as your legs are locked in and your arms strapped down. When you are fully locked in place, you feel the dildo on the small steel seat slide all the way up your cunt, causing your cock to swell to its lucky seven inches and drool dumbly. Your moan is muffled as Abigail 'helpfully' puts the gag in your mouth and secures the strap behind your head. You try to remain focused and not lose yourself to sticky sweet submission, but then Polly starts pinching your puffy nipples, sending short shallow stabs of pain, followed by pulses of pleasure that hurt even worse. She smiles sadistically, snarling, "You stupid slut! I bet you thought that because I didn't have muscle that meant I didn't have money. Well I can still buy off some shithead security guard, but these quarantine queers don't have any use for cash."
"Plus they all hate your guts." Abigail adds and Polly shoots her a look that's pure poison. It doesn't seem to phase her, as Abigail acts like she's begging for a bruising, and you both know Polly prefers to pay for others to dirty their hands. Which makes you wonder what she gets out of this. If she just wanted to get fucked, she could just sit on the dildo. She's got the biggest cock you've ever seen on a sissy, so you would think she would want to use it. The contradictions have you more worried than the revelation that no one will be watching out for you. Something seems off about Polly...
"Now you just sit back and relax..." Polly hisses as she slips out of her breeches and reveals a cock that almost reaches her knees. It dangles, still soft, but so thick that it makes your jaw ache appreciatively just looking at it. "That's right, slut. Get a good look at it...because you aren't ever getting a taste of this prime cut!" She saunters over, stepping out of her jacket and pulling away her top to give you a peek of her tiny tear drop tittites. You stare starvingly at her shaft, getting a better view than you planned when Polly smacks you in the face with her hefty hose. You snarl savagely, but you are securely strapped in. Your helplessness and humiliation only stir the hungry horniness inside you. You feel your body begin rocking on it's own, your ass eagerly squeezing on the synthetic shaft, trying to stroke your shaft from the inside out.
THWAAAAP
Polly cuts into your cock with her riding crop and your sensitive skin sings in exquisite agony, followed by that damned, dreaded delirium. "Stupid sluts. Why do insist on smiling when I strike you?! Oh well, I suppose a dildo doesn't have to be smart, just hard. And that's all you are, whore! Just a simpering sex toy. So save your spurts for me!" Polly positions her perky ass up against your cock, hesitating before she pushes against your prickhead. She is so squeamish, you'd swear it is her first time since the dick drunken daze of the party...and maybe it is.
"Fuck...yessss....oh NNF fuck you OOH stupid slut! Why does YIP your cock have AHH to feel so UH UNH UNF fucking good?!" Polly moans as she swivels down your shaft and grinds on your groin. You can't answer her with the gag in your mouth, not that you know any better than her? From her attitude and equipment, you would think his ideal girl was a dominant domme total top. Why is Polly's ideal bimboi a have a tiny little tight ass if she clearly loves getting fucked so much?
"Good...gooooood...God why WHIMPER does it feeEEeEeeeel so fucking UNNGH Goddamn cuntassmotherfuckingbitchslut MOAN gooOOOoOOoood?!" Polly sounds pissed and perplexed even as her rides your cock faster and faster. The swivel lets your body rock back and forth with her bounces, but you are strapped in too tight to get leverage to control the pace. Her supple skin slides against hers and she smells so sweet. You hate her like poison, but you still wish you could suck hungry hickies all over her soft, spoiled body. Her limbs feel surprisingly athletic as she pounds her pussy down on your prick. You aren't sure if you could overpower her even if you weren't strapped helplessly, but you hope she isn't as athletic as she looks, or she will milk you until you are meek and mindless before she works up a sweat.
It feels too damned good, you agree with her on that much. But where she has a seven inch cock hitting her spurt spot, you have at least twice that sawing in and out of your cunt plus her sweltering slit sucking the spurts out of your shaft faster than the chair can fuck them out. Your eyes are rebelling and threatening to roll back in your head and your brain is beginning to boil and slip away into submissive instinct. You use every ounce of will to send a plaintive pleading 'pity me' look to Abigail, but whether wanting payback or just to twisted to care what happens to you as long as she gets to watch, she makes no move to intervene.
"Stupid MOAN slut! Going to OOOH ride you until you're UNH retarded! Then I'm going to UH UH UH upholster you! Then you'll be EEEE mine forever! Thanks for the NGGGH help! A ha Ha Haaaa HaaaaAAAaaAaaaaAAAAAA!" Polly laughs manically her massive cock flopping limply and spewing seed like an elephant bathing. The smell and sensation of it coating your skin sends you spiralling hopelessly and helplessly...
And all you can do is...
[[Stay strong, and laugh->stay strong and laugh]]
[[Give in, and cry->give in and cry]]You can't believe you are about to be sucked stupid by Polly's puckering pussy and stuffed full of a faux prick until your brains spurt out. You've heard of nude furniture, but you never expected to end up as a piece of it. The thought tickles you, and soon you are giggling around your gag.
"Mmph huh heMMPH heMMPH heeePPH!" Just as the gravity of your situation is about to crush your spirit, not to mention the weight of Polly's pert buttocks slapping on your thighs, you are hit by another hysterical realization. Polly's massive cock is totally impotent, just like Abigail's itty bitty shaft. "HeeMMPH hePPH!" another thought bubbles up, the dildo fucking your ass is cast from her worthless whip of a wang, and this is the closest she can get to fucking a sissy now! This little princess is a pouty power bottom! "HaaMMMPH HaaPPH HaaaaMMPH!"
Your laughter has an unintended effect: Polly pulls off your prick, panting and petulant. She can't stand to be laughed at, and with her families money and the muscle it paid for, she never used to have to endure it. Now, it infuriates her enough to send her into a shrieking fit, "WHAT'S SO FUNNY SLUT?!" She rains down her riding crop on your tenderest tissue, tearing it and sending stinging stabs of pain that are easy enough to ignore. The rush of pain killers bubbling out from your bimboi brain would worry you about slipping away, but you are too focused on how funny her 'impotent' fury is. Every strike sends her limp lasso flopping futilely and it makes her look too silly to be scared of.
"I said..." Polly reaches behind your head to unfasten the strap of your gag. She pulls it free..."what's so fuUUNK?!" Polly is rudely interrupted by your forehead smashing into her nose. It gushes like a water balloon filled with red paint. It can't hurt much, no more than a paper cut, but to a baby shit soft spoiled rotten egg like Polly, a paper cut must feel like a mortal wound. The great thing about a busted nose, it also futzes with the concentration and the sheer volume and viscosity of the spray make the faint of heart...well, faint. She is out like a light and Abigail is more animated than ever.
"Holy fuck! You knocked that bitch out! I know...I know...I should have helped you out, but it was so hot watching you get turned into a livingroom set. I kinda hoped she might finally get a hard on, but this is even better. Look..." Abigail holds up her hand, guilelessly grinning as she shows you her spent seed, "it made me cum!" She saunters over to you and unfastens the rest of your straps.
You spring to, fists cocked, blood and prick pumping instinctively in response to danger. Abigail lets out a coquettish cry and falls to her knees reflexively. It's reassuring in a weird, warped way that your response to danger has refined beyond showing your belly and begging for bully boners. Fortunately, you have evolved beyond your lizard brain. You offer the servile sissy sub not a fist, but a hand up. She takes it, looking dazed and disappointed, but accepting your help hesitantly. You wrap her in your arms and say, "It's okay. I am beginning to learn that there are no bad people. It's just some folks are bad at being people. Polly's bad at being people. To some degree, I understand. It's hard being human. That said, there's nothing wrong about defending yourself from monsters if they can't hack it."
Abigail looks at Polly, prone and passed out and pathetic...without being sympathetic. You wonder how much of herself she sees in the spoiled would be slave driver...you wonder how much she sees of you? You don't have the answers to that one, but you do know that you don't intend to make the same mistake of mixing up compassion and compulsion. You wronged, even willfully wounded Polly, but you cannot repay that debt to her, not until she gets better at humanity. In the meantime, you can pay it forward, protecting the Abigail out there from predators like Polly...and you.
You walk Abigail out of the room, leaving the demented detritus behind you. You'll report Polly to the principal, see that she gets the special attention she 'deserves' and you will take Abigail under your wing and see if you can't help her get some practice being people.
[[Time for some tutoring->time for some tutoring]]You have just about made it to your dorm when you see a familiar, but not friendly face. Polly is walking straight toward you, wearing an equestrian riding outfit that accentuates her comely curves by attempting, and failing to conceal them. Even in your dispirited daze, you can't help but notice the obscenely long, and extra large outline of a colossal cock crammed in her tight breeches. With her regal red jacket, lace cravat, and redundant riding helmet, she looks snobbier than when she used to strut around school in a three piece suit. You have put off helping Polly in part because of how guilty you feel for treating her like absolute dirt while forcefully facefucking her furious facefuckhole, in part because you had always despised her as a boi.
"Well, well, well, well, weeeeeeell? Look who we have here? Little Miss Goody Hooker Heels. On your way from saving another lost soul? Where to next? Surely you weren't planning on skipping me? Not after you CREAMED MY THROAT!" Polly shouts the last bit and draws some half hearted attention from passerbys, but most people just roll their eyes. It seems Polly is just as popular as a bimboi as she was as a bully boi.
Well, 'bully' is almost giving Polly too much credit. She never bullied you, or anyone else, directly. She always paid someone else to do it. She walked around with her bought off bullyguards and had them push you into lockers while she called you a fag. She still has the same cocky attitude but apparently not the same access to cash, as she is reduced to bullying you one on one. You are conflicted. Your innate desire to submit flares up at the sight of the package in her pants, but somehow your bitch switch isn't flipping all the way on, as if your bimboi body senses something about Polly that you've missed. On top of that tipsy topsy turmoil is the tug between your regret and revulsion you feel for the rich bitch.
"What are you waiting for? Follow me. If you're going to get all weepy for losers like Sasha Stilts, Geeky Greta, and Dee-umb who barely had lives to ruin in the first place, then you should be willing to slit your throat if I said I was thirsty for me." Polly sneers as she spits out her words in an affected East Coast accent you are pretty sure hasn't been used authentically in the last century. It's just one more thing you tell yourself to ignore. You hope you can help her fix her problem soon, so you can devote your time and energy towards the people you've hurt that weren't actually monsters.
In the meantime, you might at least get to suck her cock. You hate yourself for daydreaming about a dickhead's dick, but when it's their only redeeming feature it somehow makes it that much more alluring. You find yourself daydreaming about being a live in maid to Polly, sneaking behind her back to fuck all her other servants and then getting hate fucked to sleep every night by the hung hussy. The thought of being property makes you sick to your stomach, but unfortunately, your head is sick enough that you also get a hard on fantasizing about her putting a saddle on you and showing you how well she's learned how to ride. Your dirty daydreams are interrupted by Polly proclaiming, "We have arrived at my domicile, such as it is. I expect you to keep anything you see inside here a secret, are we understood?"
You nod, as much to get this over with as out of any sense of obligation to protect her 'good' name. You follow her into the dorm and are surprised by what you see. Abigail, the bimboi that eagerly embraced her transformation, naked except for the leather straps that have her bound to a fiendish framework that has her turned into a living easy chair. Her H cup breasts heave with every muffled breath. Her blow doll thick lips wrapped around a bright red ball gag. Her hair, almost as red as the gag cascades down past her heavenly hips. She bears a stunning resemblance to you, but it's as if she started with you in a character creation screen, and slid all the options to preposterously pornographic proportions. All save for her soft, shriveled shaft.
"You can see my problem. I find the one slut on campus stupid enough to let me turn her into a dildo chair, and the broken bimboi can't even get a boner!" Polly shouts at her 'furniture' while striking Abigail's limp little cock with her riding stick. It doesn't get any harder, but it does make Abigail moan and giggle and flush all over. You had heard of rare cases like this, bimbois without the usual thick cocks with hair trigger hard ons, but seeing it in person makes you feel a sense of sympathetic shame on her behalf. If your only sexual outlet was through your ass and throat, you'd probably be a total bottom bitch too. Well, more than you already are anyway.
You feel your sense of guilt tug at your righteous rage for seeing Abigail abused so cavalierly. You owe Polly a sizable debt, but surely you can't pay it back with someone else's freedom? You turn to Polly and put your foot down. "I know I owe you more than I can ever repay, but I won't help you hurt someone else to settle my debt. Certainly not poor agreeable Abigail." The stuck up snob is clearly not used to being refused. She looks more confused than furious.
"Waaaaaait. Let me get this straight? So you have a chance to let someone else pay your bill, and you insist on paying it yourself? Your daddy may have money, but you sure think like a poor. Tell you what? You can kill two birds with one cock. You can free 'poor' Abigail if you take her place." Polly smirks sadistically at her suggestion and you shiver. You feel trapped. You wouldn't trust Polly enough to lend her a penny, much less let her make you into fuck furniture. How else can you help Abigail?
Then it dawns on you. Theres only one way to help her. You need to...
[[Take a seat->take a seat]]"Well, it sounds like you are finally starting to set healthy boundaries, Amy." Principal Jacqueline congratulates you after you lay out how Polly revealed himself to be a predatory infector and how you laid her out. "Though next time I reccomend you setting those boundaries before someone straps you to fuck furniture. Honestly, I worry more about your guilt than your malice. You need to learn that some people feed on guilt and spit out poison. In fact, I think for your final test, we can assign you our most dangerous disease vector we have..." Prinicpal Jacqueline pauses for effect as if you weren't literally on the edge of your seat, hanging off her every word. "Abigail!"
You look over and the lovely little lady gives you a smile like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. You can't believe your ears. Sure, Abigail is as slutty as they come, but she hardly seems predatory. "Don't look so shocked. You just a shy little sweetie, and you infected six in one night. You don't have to be diabolical to be dangerous. Sometimes the Vixen Victims, the submissive sluts begging to be bullied infect far more than the intentionally infectious ones. So keep an eye on Abigail. If you can reach her, then there's no need to worry about you being a Vixen Victim yourself." The principal finishes her pronouncement, making it clear the matter is not up for debate by having you escorted out of her office by the security officers hovering behind you.
You see Polly being dragged into the office after you, kicking and cursing, "Fuck you tofurkey bacon fucks! Do you know who my daddy is?! I'll have your dicks for dildos! Literally! I'll rip your fuck-hey! Amy! Will you tell these assholes it was all a funny game we were playing? You owe me, remember?!" Polly stares at you doing her best impression of a human being trying to appear sympathetic. You give her a one finger answer in reply. She spits out a string of curses too foul to repeat and you leave her to her fate. You will always owe her a debt, but you can carry that weight better than the chains she'd bind you with.
The guards show you to your dorm, and to your surprise, Abigail's stuff is already moved in. They leave you with her, and you are already wondering how you'll keep her out of trouble. She is definitely prone to trouble, and after she watched Polly torture you and didn't lift a finger to help, you know you can't trust her one bit. Somehow, you can't stay mad at her. Maybe it's because she shows absolutely no remorse, as if she doesn't realize she did anything wrong in the first place. Maybe it's because she sounds so excited to room with you. Maybe it's because her breasts are as big as her head and her ass is almost as large and both are bouncing beautifully as she giggles and jiggles, "Hee Hee! Oh my Gawd! We are gonna have so much fun as roomies! I hope you like blowjobs cuz I am always just gagging for them. Well not literally, thank God. Tee hee!".
Abigail shoots you a wink in case you missed her single entendre. After your long day, you aren't exactly sure if you are in the mood to fool around with a Vixen Victim, if that is indeed what Abigail is. You wonder if they weren't too quick to put a label on her, and if maybe the truth is more complex, more messy. Of course, if they are wrong about Abigail, they could be wrong about you. That's a tempting tack to to take, but you remind yourself to set those boundaries. Abigail seems to sense your hesitancy, if only because you might be the first bimboi that didn't jump at the first offer of a blowjob. She sighs, "Aww...I thought you were 'sposed to be fun. You let all your other victims play with you from what I heard. Don't you want to play with me?"
Abigail sighs performatively, snapping the last remaining button on her blouse letting her breasts spill free. Her thick lips form an "O" of mock surprise that makes her look even more like a blowup doll. You feel insulted with what an easy mark she seems to think you are. Or is she just an honest to goodness airhead doing what comes naturally to her? You are trying to improve on your ability to read people, but lately it's like trying to translate everything from a foreign language. With Abigail, that language is all tongue, and you are struggling to keep up.
Your instinct isn's muddy. It is begging you to fuck the bubbly bimboi's tits, mouth, and ass, but not necessarily in that order. You see something in her deeper than desire, but that might be just another perverse pantomime. Maybe the best way to find out is to 'explore' more hands on, but you risk Abigail getting the upper hand.
Will you have a little fun with Abigail?
[[Yes, but be careful->yes but be careful]]"Okay, Abigail. We can play...but I want to make my boundaries clear from the start. I...waiMMPH MMM SHLLP" Abigail apparently only hears the first half, as she bolts towards you midsentence and pins you to the wall with the weight of her massive mammaries and kisses you hard. Her kisses tastes like strawberries and sex, and she somehow has eclipsed you in expertise, twisting her tongue around yours in ways that stoke your fires and tease you to pin down her deft, darting muscle with your own.
Instead you pull her away and say, "No. If we have to go preschool rules we will. You ask for kisses from now on." You had hoped standing firm would cool her off, but it's all you can do to hold her back. It's like her submissiveness is so ingrained with her sluttiness that she gets so turned on being told 'no', that she can barely follow your orders, even though she wants to submit to you. It's a perverse paradox, and one you haven't quite learned how to navigate yourself, but you plan to figure it out the 'hard' way. "I'm serious, Abigail. If you can't play by the rules, I'm not playing with you."
Abigail pout prettily but backs away slightly. She absent mindedly pulls at her puffy nipples and moans, "Like, you're NNG gonna tell me what to do and stuff? And be real MOAN strict with me? And if I mess up you'll WHIMPER punish me extra OOH hard?" Her sing song speech has you wishing you had a paddle on hand. What you wouldn't give to spank her ass raw or feel her breasts bounce around your boner while the aftershock of a paddling runs through them. Then you remember you don't normally want to do any of these things. There's something about Abigail's submissiveness that makes you want to rise to the occasion, becoming the big scary monster under her bed and the dommy mommy to protect her from it all in one. It's not a bad instinct, just not one you trust as genuinely yours.
You realize you won't get a genuine response from her at this rate, unless you make it a part of her game of give and take. "Actually, I was thinking we'd play a game of truth or dare? No dares that break school rules and all dares can only involve physical contact for a minute or less. Think you can handle that? Or are you too scared?"
Abigail sighs and throws her hands in the air, at least appearing to accept her momentary defeat. She walks to the middle of the room and sits backwards in a chair so that the bars press against her thicc tits and both obscure and draw more attention at the same time. It seems she is already playing her own game of cat and mouse, but she deigns to pretend to go along with your game for now. "Fine, I pick dare!" She winks again, in case you weren't aware that the purpose of the game was to dare her to do slutty things.
You want to keep her engaged, so you start with an easy one to warm her up. "Alright. I dare you to sit on my lap." Abigail beams brightly at this dare, and you barely have time to sit on the bottom bunk before she leaps onto your lap. "Oomph. Okay, you get one minute, starting...now!" Your living love doll roomie is already grinding on your groin before the timer stops. She uses every inch of her body to etince you...sliding her H Cup honkers against your tender titties, sliding her thicc cheeks around your pantied prick, and running her nimble fingers all over your supple, sizzling skin. It pains you to peel her off of you, but you manage to extricate yourself and moan, "Okay...okay time's up. I pick truth."
Abigail seems doubly disappointed. First, you resist her charms, and now you are picking a boring old question. You worry she might just give up on the game altogether, but you don't let your doubt show. Finally, she is struck by inspiration and eagerly asks, "Fine! Tell the truth! Do you want to spank my naughty cunt with your huge, HARD cock?" As if to remind you where it is, Abigail turns and lifts her almost non existant skirt, showing off her awe inspiring ass with nothing but a flimsy floss thick thong between her hungry hole and you.
You almost answer by filling her slutty cunt, but instead you think about it for a second and say, "Honestly? No. I'd rather make out for hours, teasing ourselves more than we tease each other before eventually surrendering to our desires and making sweet love all night. I don't even need my cock to make you cum. Hell, my tongue alone could tie you up in knots or send you soaring and free. Whatever we do, I would much rather it be sweet and loving. Maybe at the darkest moment of the night I might give in to my more savage side and fuck you hard and hurty, but then when the light of dawn kisses our skin, we would follow suit and slide sweaty and sticky against each other until sleep finally claimed us. Luckily it's a weekend, right? Though I've noticed lately that we need way less sleep. Cool, right?"
For the first time, you seem to have Abigail's undivided attention. She is on her knees, biting her bottom lip bloody and whimpering, apparently authentically this time. She finally manages to moan, "Dare...please dare me to do something really naughty!"
You can tell you have her on the hook, and although it's risky, you think it's time to reel her in. "I dare you to put some clothes on that cover all of your skin up." She looks at you like you're crazy, and you suspect she's right, but you are betting that if you can outlast her in this game of cat and mouse, you might get a glimpse at the real Abigail. She frets and fumbles and makes a big spectacle of finding something to wear while flashing you much more than a smile everytime she catches you peeking. She finally finds a tight turtleneck and yoga pants. It might have been better to leave her nearly naked, as the fabric clings to her like a second skin and makes her more alluringly arousing than ever.
"Alright, you can't pick truth twice in a row, so I dare you to stand still for a minute, no matter what I do!" You nod, not wanting to risk a double dare forfeit, and she is back on top of you like white on rice. She doesn't tease you this time, as she knows the clock is ticking. She lifts your skirt and pulls your pantied prick free so that she can wrap her octopus plump lips around your cockhead and start sliding up and down swiftly. You grip the sheets tightly and grit your teeth so hard you worry they'll shatter. It's like she's trying to suck your soul out along with your 'spirit'. You count in your head, trying not lose count when she sneaks a deft digit up your ass and tickles your spurt spot with just seconds to spare. And then...she just stops and smiles smugly.
The little slut is playing with you...and she isn't even showing you a modicum of respect by being sneaky about it. All you have to do is hold back from using fistfuls of her long red hair to forcibly face fuck her, but she is betting you don't have the willpower to resist her. If you can hold out just a few more seconds, you might be able to get past her defenses...then again, maybe this is the real Abigail. Maybe she is a mindless minx who's smarts begin and end at finding ways to get fucked.
Just a few...
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[[Seconds...->seconds]]It almost kills you to do it. You feel like you suffer three strokes, a heart attack, and two aneurisms but you're sure it's only half that. You consider the unbearable agony of resisting this sissy siren to be worth the price. You want more than the surface deep illusion she sells the rubes to rut her. You want to touch the real Abigail hiding deep inside that alluring armor. It takes every fiber of willpower you have, and at least a few sweaters worth of fiber you were pretty sure you don't have, but sometimes being a better person means pretending you are until it actually sticks. You wait out your 60 minutes then ask, "Truth or dare?"
Abigail looks up at you stunned, and a little wounded as she pulls off your prick, pouting genuinely this time. She folds her arms over her chest and blows a strand of her fiery locks out of her face. That one authentic moment is more arousing than all of her pornographic posturing. It doesn't hurt that she looks like a walking wet dream with breasts bigger than her head stretching her tight turtleneck taut and a face like an angel with an OnlyFans, but it's more than that. There is something you recognize in Abigail, something scared to be seen, but all the more beautiful for it. She sees you staring and gets a sparkle in her eye. You are wary, waiting for her to turn the charm back on, but instead of using her usual squeaky singsong affect, she responds in a slighlty husky deadpan, "Fuck it. Let's go with truth."
You are surprised, but don't want to lose your hard won momentum. You apprehensively ask, "Why do you let people treat you like a stupid sex doll?"
Abigail looks thoughtfully for about half a second, and that alone is almost too arousing for you to resist. There is something about a secretly smart sexpot that excites you more than you ever realized. It's like discovering a new species in the wild, and then realizing you want to stuff it. You fan yourself as your newly discovered kink answers, "The real truth? Because it's like the rush you get shoplifting. I feel so smart tricking bullies into giving me everything I want while they think they're in control. And since what I want most is rough sex and rougher pillow talk, I can usually get it in spades. Plus, there is the thrill of risking actually losing control. Wondering what if I get caught, what if I get broken and tamed? It's a game I win either way. Heh. I think the real question is why you do it?"
You forget the format of Truth or Dare for a second and just answer honestly as if you were two people sharing an intimate, unguarded moment. "I...I want to say it's for the same reason, but I don't think I'm that honest with myself. Some of it's based in the stuff I don't like about myself...my fear controlling me. Some of it's internalizing and fetishizing falsehoods this toxic society surrounds me with. The whole secret slutty sissy stuff. It was my first introduction into who I was, and it was a lie...but a seductive lie. I'm a girl, not a sissy, buuuut I still get turned on by all that made up alpha beta bullshit. On the other hand, when I'm with another girl, I feel freer to be me. Maybe that's why it scares me so much. It's easier to be an illusion, even a stupid, sexy one."
Abigail wipes a tear from her eye and it's only then that you realize you are also crying. You dry your eyes and smile, though you can't quite say why. You still aren't sure if you trust this more somber siren, but you do want to see more of the real, or at least realER Abigail. As if she knows its affect on you, she looks thoughtful again and says, "If it's okay with you, can we just quit with the games? I don't want to ruin my rep, but the bubble brain bit is exhausting. Maybe while we are in the room, we can just be ourselves? As long as what happens in the dorm, stays in the dorm?"
The irony that Abigail doesn't want to get a good reputation isn't lost on you, but you suppose you were no different when you first started out. At least she seems to know it's an act, you weren't so sure for awhile when it was you getting hate fucked by homophobes. You take her hands in yours and pull her up so her lips are kissably close to hers and moan, "Okay...but first we need to get to know each other a little better, biblically speaking."
She doesn't spend another second waiting. Abigail climbs up on your lap, kissing you and bullying you with her breasts as she bites your bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. "Tee Hee!" Abigail giggles reflexively and you almost take the bait and bend her over your knee, but instead you restrain yourself and cup her face with your hands and kiss her softly and gently the way you did with Sasha. Abigail resists at first, trying to tease you with her tongue and tempt you with little love bites, but you hold strong, ignoring your illicit instincts and continuing to make love to her mouth until she truly surrenders control and begins making out with you in earnest.
As experienced as she must have gotten in two weeks surrounded by pent up bimbois, there is something almost embarrasingly eager and fumbling about her craving kisses and greedy gropes. You don't mind. You know from being in her heels that she'll catch up soon enough and meet your rythm. She's a fast learner, a natural and almost frighteningly open lover. Before you know it you are both lying on the bed, limbs and tongues entangled, whimpering and whispering truths as you dare to dive deeper into each others eyes. Abigail stops sucking your tongue long enough to moan, "I always MMPH fantasized about SHLLP having just a nice, normal, but naughty girlfriend like LICK you."
You kiss your way down her cherubic chin, her graceful neck, to her bountiful breasts, burying your face in them but moaning loud enough for her to hear, "Me too! You are AAAH so sexy I just want to SLURP stare at you and jerk OOH off, and so soft and SUCK sweet that I just want to cuddle MMMPH you close, and so wanton and NNF needy I just want to MMMF feed you my cock!" You nurse on her nipples and feel her little clit stiffen and spurt on your stomach untouched. It sets yours off as well, your cock shooting sticky strands of seed and slathering her as you slide against each other.
You are worried about what you might say next, and even more terrified with what she will say, so you close your mouth with hers, kissing her hard and hungry as your bodies continue to buck and baste each other in your bliss batter. When the last of your convulsive climaxes die down, you are still holding Abigail tight. She nuzzles your neck and nibbles on your collarbone, cooing, "Can we just fall asleep like this and tell everyone we fucked all night. I know it's lame, but I kind of would rather just cuddle than fuck for once."
You nod and nuzzle her back, thinking you could learn to like this side of Abigail, and maybe more than like her. Remembering the last two girls you fell asleep next to, you wrap your limbs around her tight, half expecting her to call you a sissy. Instead, she makes a half moan, half mewl and does the same to you. You lie like this, rocking back and forth until the sea wave like motion pulls you out to a deep, dreamless slumber....
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[[And for the first time, you wake up to a surprise->for the first time you wake up to a surprise]]"Come on, slut, suck my dURK!" Donna the second shuts up when you shoot your fist up into her swollen sack and crack her chin with your skull as you bolt upright. She'll heal in minutes at most, but from the CLAAAANG her head makes hitting the stall behind her, she'll do her healing in a deep slumber.
"Hey! You caAAAK!" Donna dos cries out before your spinning back hand sends her head spinning and her pea brain ping ponging back and forth in her skull and her collapsing concussed to the floor. She'll be seeing tweety birds when she wakes up, but she'll be fine.
"Nasty little cuNNF!" You didn't see Donna prime sneak up behind you, but Abigail did and grabbed her by the ankles sending her smashing face first into the sink. She joins her fiendish friends on the filthy floor and you help your friend to her feet.
Abigail gets a hot, hungry, hateful look in her eyes and kicks the nearest Donna in the ribs. "Now we know what that 'D' stands for!" She kicks the other two to be fair, and they moan in their sleep, as much in pleasure as in pain, "The Dummies!" She keeps kicking the unconscious cuties and you grab her and pull her away. She gives you a look full of loathing, and snarls savagely in a voice you have heard before, "Don't get high and mighty on me, Mom! If I want to fuck up and fuck some fuck ups, then I'm gonna do it! If that makes me a monster, then ask yourself who made the monster?!"
You want to slap the silly slut. You want to put her in her place. You want to hold her close and let her know you will still love her if she's a monster, but you see the angel in her too. Your better angels win out, and you hold her close and hold her tight. She struggles and pushes, kicks and bites, and kisses and caresses you in an attempt to get free, but you endure it all and keep repeating, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..."
Eventually you feel Abigail soften, settle down, and sob into your shoulder, "Why?! Why won't you just let me be awful?! It's so much easier! Why can't you just be happy for me?" Her body is racked with sobs and you hold her even tighter, stroking her hair and soothing her until she stops shuddering.
You lift her chin with your finger so she can look you in the eyes and answer her, "Because you are better than your worst choices. Because you can always start making better choices. Because I see so much wonderful in you hiding hurt and horrified behind your awful, alluring armor." You let her go and take a step back, smiling warmly and signaling that you will not prevent her from hurting The Dummies if she still wants to.
Instead she sighs and punches you in the arm hard enough to hurt but held back enough to show she cares and sighs, "You jerk! If you weren't so cute, I'd kick your ass and then theirs." She dries her tears and smiles and snuggles up close to you as you wait for the dozing Dummies to wake up...
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"Whah huh? Wha...what happened? Why are our clothes still on?" Dumbie senior sounds almost disappointed to discover she has been relatively unmolested in her slumber. She wakes her cronies, who seem equally surprised and sulky to find they haven't been bound and buggered.
Abigail spit on the floor and hisses, "Because I'm not as bad as my worst mistakes, and you aren't worth making another one! But if you ever try this shit on me or any other unwilling bimboi again..." she hovers over them, giving them a glimpse of the white hot hate she was burning with earlier. The cringe and cower and reveal themselves for the cowards they are. Then, as if flipping a switch, Abigail is sugar sweet and sing song saying, "But let's not dwell on defenestration...let's focus on the positive. There's lots of bimbois here that would love to be bullied within the boundaries of consensual, caring roleplay. I'd wager a few of you would even like to be bullied by the right bimboi if you weren't too scared of your friends to admit it."
All three Donnas blush and avoid each others guilty gaze. You are again impressed by Abigail innate intuition. Maybe it's because she's always hiding behind illusions herself that she can see through everyone else's. Maybe she's just smarter than you. Either way, she leaves her former bullies with a lot to think about as she leaves them behind on the bathroom floor...
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You spend the rest of the day helping Abigail settling accounts. It turns out she's claimed a long list of tormentors and for whatever reason, she now wants to make a break from them. You get the feeling she might let a select few bully her again, but this time on more honest, healthy footing. You don't even have to knock out any more thotty thugs. Your reputation as a Donna demolisher spreads fast and soon everyone is willing to accept Abigail's terms...
"Whew! What a day! I like, totes can't believe I'm free and clear of all those toxic, but oh so thrilling relationship. We should celebrate." Abigail goes from silly and sing song to serious and sultry in the space of a sentence. You smile and nod as she changes from her sexy school slut outfit and into her tempting but tamer turtleneck and tights. You are all ears as she shares her party plans...
[[Time for a night out on the town->time for a night out on the town]]At first you can't believe Abigail when she tells you her plans. I mean, sneaking out to go party in the real world and sneaking back into quarantine has to be impossible, but then she shows you the ticket stubs from various porn theaters in the area dated as recently as three days ago! The Vixen Victim proves her foxiness again and again, and yet she keeps catching you off guard.
You really can't believe you let her try to talk you into it. Abigail knows you will get in even more trouble than she does if you let her go out alone, and she lets that unspoken understanding underlie her appeal to let her test herself in the real world so she knows for sure she can resist the temptation to backslide into blissfully blank bully bait.
You really, reeeeally can't believe she actually planned to escape through the ventilation system, using your bimboi bodies' unfathomable flexibility and ability to ignore pain and heal so you avoid every camera and motion sensor and security guard on the way out...and back in.
You really, reeeeally, reeeEEEEAAally can't believe that the plan actually worked! Or how horribly horny all the pain killers made you once you finally snapped back in place on the street. You hope this wasn't part of Abigail's master plan, but knowing her, having you even more on edge and needy than usual is, if not a lynch pin of her scheme, then at least a welcome side effect.
You really, reeeeally, reeeEEEEAAally REEEEEEEEEAAALLLY can't believe she is taking you to The Studded Belt, a notorious dive bar for rough trade ruffians and the most desperate, degenerate bimbois. You have heard rumors of sex trafficking, even slave rings operating out of there. You try to warn Abigail about their rep, but it just makes her drag you to the door even more insistently.
You absolutely can believe it when a slat opens in the solid steel door of the bar and a pair of dull, dead eyes stares right through you before lighting on Abigail. "Aaaaabby! Anything goes Abby!" Of course she's a regular. It makes her whole impossible plan make perfect sense. Only a pit of perdition like this is worth the risk of ending up in remedial ward to a wanton wimp like 'Abby'. Or maybe the punishment is a promise she keeps putting off, a part of her wanting to be locked up so her better angels don't have to suffer the guilt of her demonic desires infecting innocent bois? Then again, maybe she just has a thing for leather daddies...or is that just you?
The grizzled bouncer, who looks frustrated at having run out of skin to tattoo, escorts Abby and you through a hallway that might have been used in one of the later Saw movies to a bar that seems to be Roadhouse meets the gay bar from Police Academy meets Dante's Inferno for the Xbox 360. You feel a pang of vicarious shame at how Abigail is immediately influenced by her illicit instincts and literally starts drooling. Then you feel a stab of solidarity sympathy as you feel your own shameful slobber slide down your cherubic chin.
"Any Hole Will Do Abby! You're like the cunt that came back! You just couldn't stay away!" A man mountain with a face that looks like it picked a fight with a chainsaw and won shouts at Abigail and you wonder how you can get out of this jam with your soul intact. She doesn't seem nearly as concerned for her soul. She leaps into the leather step grand daddy's arms, wraps her legs around him possesively, and slides her tongue past his barbed beard into his moaning mouth. You stare in shock as she sucks his face like it's an oxygen mask and her plane's going down.
You don't know why you are so surprised...or so disappointed. She's told you in as many ways as she can that's she's a manipulative minx with a twisted talent for tricking bullies into buggering her hard and humiliating and exactly like she loathes to love. Dragging you into it is a new kink, but it fits in with her perverse pathology. If she can drag you down to Hell with her, then you she won't have to think about your appeals to her hurting heart. You sympathize with her anew, if only because a part of you wishes you could let go for one night too.
You definitely prefer girls, but way deep down in your lizard brain lies a longing lust for dick head daddies that makes you wish you could find the meanest, ugliest, most hateful hunk of horror in this depraved dungeon and ride his hog until he takes you back to his trailer park to be his pretty pound puppy. It's not an urge you are particularly proud of, but you can't say you blame Abigail for indulging. Maybe a night off would do you some good...it's not like you are going to find anything but 100% studs here. It might be the only way to keep Abigail safe until she can get this out of her system, but who's gonna watch your ass? With all the eyes on you like hungry hands and hard, arrogant pricks bulging in their pants, you know you better decide fast, while the decision is still yours.
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[[Abandon Abigail->abandon abigail]]You wake up to the most beautiful dream. A realdoll has been pinnochioed and is on all fours of the foot of your bed, lovingly lapping up a load as it spurts in gushy gouts from your cock. You whimper a little as she pinches your thick thigh and giggles in her stupid slut syrupy sweet tone, "Tee Hee! Wakey wakey, legs a' quakey! I just pinched you so you would know this isn't a dream."
You 'cum' to groggy but grateful for the extra sleep and the extra sweet wake up call. You sit up and stretch and are just about to kiss Abigail's cummy lips when you remember, "Hey! We agreed no games in the dorm. Doubya tee eff with the tee hee hees?"
Abigail quickly steals a kiss, leaving a sticky trail that falls back on your chin. You raise an eyebrow as she gets that mischievous, maybe malicious, mirth in her eyes and giggles, "Hee Hee! Sorry..." and then sighs and says in a more sardonic, sultry tone, "it's reflex at this point. 'Sides', I gotta 'like' warm up for out there. I have a big day planned and if you are going to be my chaperone, you can't cramp my style out of the dorm." She goes from squeaky sweet to surly, and seeing you trying to keep up, softens, saying, "Sorry...sorry...I'm still getting the hang of the whole being me thing. I really, actually want you to be by my side today I am hoping to settle some old bullshit with some 'friends' and I would like someone I can actually trust backing me up."
You aren't so sure you can trust her to back you up, but you are supposed to keep an eye on her regardless. You put on your Bad Bimboi uniform and Abigail puts on what passes for hers, the barely buttoned buttoned blouse that's skimpier than most bras, a skirt so short it's skimpy for a belt, and fishnet hose and high heeled mary janes, for modesty you suppose. She gives you a conspiratorial wink that makes you far less confident and skips out the room. You follow close behind, half wishing you fell for her vixen victim act and could just pounce on the prancing fawn, pin her to the ground, and pound that plump ass that jiggles like sweet pudding.
Unfortunately, you've matured a lot in the last few days, or at least you certainly feel a lot more tired than you did then, which is close enough to the same thing for you. You notice that the girls all can't help but sneer at 'poor' Abigail, but they also can't help but stare. You still get the same sideways looks, but also a few winks. You are definitely in danger of getting a good reputation at this rate. You just hope Abigail doesn't decide you're going to ruin her bad rep hanging out with you.
She walks you down the halls, which you find surprisingly busy for a sunday, but then again, you can't think of any thing better to do locked up either. You guess everyone is just looking for an excuse to hook up. You wonder why they are all locked up? You see a few branded 'B's like you, and you suspect more than a few of them are Vixen Victim's like Abigail, but what about the rest? Are they here because they are too dangerous for the world? Or is the world too dangerous for them? You don't get an answer either way, as Abigail takes a dangerous detour into a regrettably memorable restroom.
"I just need to settle up with these bully bitches that have been buggin' me." Abigail says nonchalantly as she pulls you inside the dark, dingy lavatory lair of...The Donnas! The dreaded gang of bully bimbois that apparently have nothing better to do than gang up on other wrecked wretches and sift through the driftwood for whatever treasures they have left. You didn't have much sympathy for them when they forced you to give them a sordid show and you have even less for them now that you know they're picking on your friend.
"Oh, the little bitch made a little bitch buddy! Thanks for bringing more holes for us to abuse!" The head Donna snarls at Abigail who bats her long lashes in response. You roll your eyes, not having expected much from the Vixen Victim, but you were hoping she wouldn't just immediately show her belly to the first predator that growls softly at her. Then, again, in her uniform, it's hard to avoid showing her belly.
"Heeeey! It's the Bad Bitch again! Are you gonna cry and cum for us again? Or did you come looking for some Donna dick?" The runner up Donna taunts as she lifts her skirt and shows off a thick cock with spiked piercings up the shaft. You just barely manage to swallow a wanton whimper and hold out from licking your lips, but you are sorely tempted to find out what it feels like to get torn up with that monster and feel a flood of pain killers pumping through your pussy.
"Donnas, let's be nice to the needy nerds." Third place Donna teases as she pets Abigail's fiery, flowing hair. You think you despise the faux friendliness most of all, and your eyes hone in on hers with an intensity, some might say insanity, that makes the hoodlum harlot flinch. You take a step forward and she takes a step back. You show them your teeth, but you aren't smiling...
"Girls, girls, can't we all just get along?" Donna prime pushes in between you and you feel a small prick on your side. You look down and see her quickly pulling back a spiked ring and covering it up with its Hello Kitty shaped skull topper. You are the one stumbling back now, feeling dizzy and drained as you sink to your knees...
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You aren't surprised to see Abigail is already on the floor, kneeling with you like a child eager for 'cum'munion...
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You really aren't surprised to see the Donna's surround you with their pierced pokers pulsing angrily around you...
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But what really really surprises you...
[[Is what happens next->is what happens next]]You can't believe you even considered staying to help a harlot humiliation junkie like Abigail after she tricked you, toyed with you, and tried to turn you out. You push through the skeevy sleazes surrounding your filthy friend, doing your best to ignore their greedy gropes and how your bimboi body betrays you and begs for more. You finally squeeze past enough to shout, "Abby, you don't have to do this! I know you can be a slut if you want to, so you don't have to fuck away your future for my sake. I'm going home. I'd rather get in trouble than enslaved. I hope you come with me, but I'm not your keeper."
Abigail just looks right through you as she is fucked in midair by Uncle Grandpa while she sucks his tongue like it was made of candy. She smiles and it's like she can see not just past you, but inside you. She sees you want this just as bad as her, but that you are denying yourself because you know you'll love it so much you'll never want to leave, not because you are actually better than her. See rolls her eyes at you and goes back to getting hate fucked with love by a semi sweet sociopath while you run from this infernal paradise of perdition like a bitch out of Hell.
Or at least...you try. You don't get past the ring of Abigail's appreciative audience. This time their hungry hands hold you tight, slipping under your skirt to grope your plump pantied ass and up your shirt to molest your tender titties and painfully puffy nipples. You try to scream out, but a thick tongue that tastes like dip and depravity and dirtbag daddies stifles your sobs. You thrash and struggle, but your meaningless ministrations just seem to convince your captors that you are enjoying their assault and writhing into their greedy grasp.
You see Abigail watch with smug satisfaction as your panties are pulled to the side and your pussy plundered while a line is already forming to replace the tongue filling your tantalized throat with a series of sweaty, swollen stud shafts. You realize that this was just another game to her, show you a soft side then you let your guard down. Even the more serious look she wore with turtleneck and tights for 'you' was really just a rich bitch outfit to tempt the scumbag studs with. She led you like a lamb to the slaughter, and now you're about to be eaten alive by wolves. And the worst part? You've never felt tastier...
You keep fighting futilely even as load after load is pumped up your quivering cunt and down your thirsty throat, and as your own shaft shoots sticky squirts as cock after cock crushes your spurt spots. You start to question if you are only squirming so they'll overpower you and treat you rougher. Everytime you try to wriggle free you are 'punished' with searing slaps, swoon inducing spit slathering your supple skin, and massive, mangled mitts pulling you back harder on their piledriving pricks. You know you can't fight your way free, but pretending to try gives you all the excuse you need to enjoy your rapturous ravishing. A part of you was always hoping for this...another 'bad end' and you blameless and buggered and blissed out and blank...
"Don't worry, Amy, you can struggle all you want, but we won't let you go. Abby told us all about your rape fetish and we're super supportive of all kinds of kink." A towering titan that bears a striking resemblance to the baddie from Highlander 'reassures' you while reaming you raw and rough. You suppose Abby had you pegged from the get go. She showed you another illusion, a sad, serious, sarcastic but sheltering a soft and sweet soul. She showed you a damsel in distress and in truth she was the dragon, the demoness, the depraved destroyer of dreams...and you kind of love her for it...
"That's it slut, surrender! You're no better than me! Just as sick and subby and slutty! You just hide your wanton want behind your pretentious phony piety!" Abigail, briefly between bullies, hurls invective down at you and is then swallowed up again by the swarm of studs. You can't exactly argue with her, and not just because your throat is being throttled by a succession of sawing shafts. This base, beastial bitch is as real as the 'good girl' version of you, maybe realer. And you didn't really try to help the 'real' Abigail, because you weren't willing to accept that what you saw as demonic desire, she saw as deliverance.
Abigail's happy getting abused by her adoring atavists and it's not like she's hurting anyone. Quite the opposite, she is enthusiastically helping society's outcasts feel accepted and connected as part of her cummunity outreach. You have to admit, giving back feels good to you too, and it's a relief to let go and get sucked back down the submission spiral again.
Maybe it doesn't have to end with one naughty night? Maybe you don't have to sneak back in all sweaty and spent and slimy? Maybe you can just escape from the SJC? Escape from yourself...or find true freedom as a slave to a scuzzball? Whatever happens, you hope you can look yourself in the mirror in...
The End
[[But your story isn't over yet->but your stories not over yet]]You are hit with a realization that rocks you to the core. Abigail isn't the ditsy doormat she pretends to be, nor is she the ravenous bottom bully, or sadly even the sweet, sarcastic shy girl. She's all of these illusions, and none of them. She is a complex, conflicted, self contradiction with intricately layered trauma response and her own people pleasing personality in there as well. She's a whole damn person, and one that is still growing up. You remind yourself to cut her some slack, and realize you could use the same grace for yourself.
You've been trying so hard to save Abigail from herself, or more accurately been trying so hard to save yourself vicariously through her, but she isn't the one that needs saving. Maybe you aren't either. Maybe most of your problems...the fear and self reproach and the twisted tangle of desire and disgust and shame and sexuality aren't even YOUR problems. You watch Abigail grinning giddily as a reform school dropout fills her ass while Father Time Served slaps her breasts and savagely suckles them. She is having the time of her life. Why can't you just enjoy the things you actually enjoy and set boundaries for the things that are actually toxic?
Sure, this isn't the ideal environment to explore your boundaries. You get the feeling that there version of rape play is where you pretend they rape you, and they rape you. That said, if that's what you actually want, and you can make your way out in one piece without infecting anyone else? Then isn't the healthy thing to do is to enjoy yourself, blow off some steam, and reflect on exorcising demons versus feeding them afterwards?
You blow a kiss to Abigail and she looks pleasantly surprised to see you get into the spirit of your filthy field trip. She looks even more surprised when you turn to the nearest neanderthal and plunge your tongue past the gaps in his teeth to tickle his tonsils. That's all the invitation they need. The dental care deprived deviant has you lifted up on a table within moments, your head spinning and body burning as you feel the aggresively amorous attention of your audience. Hands grab, grope, pinch, prod, poke, spank, squeeze, and stroke your supple skin. Before you know it, your clothes are in a pile on the floor, and the crowd is in a pile on you.
You catch Abby's eye through a crown of cocks. You can see a recognition in her eyes and a perverse look of pride that you aren't sure if is meant for you finally letting go for once or for her for 'helping' you get to this point. You decide to take it as a compliment either way, sucking the shafts surrounding you fast and hard and stroking the rest. You can feel their need throbbing palpably in your palm and twitching on your tongue. Soon, a coronation of cum cascades gloriously into the air, every arch of thick seed catching the lights and looking almost angelic as it coats you in a shell of spent lust.
It's strange ..these aren't the studs you are used to. You are used to bastards like Brad...incurious cowards afraid to kiss a Bimboi for fear of mockery and sullen, surly 'studs' that are just too stupid to imagine anything but being a brute. These are outcasts as well. They clearly all have their fair share of sexual shrapnel too, but they are survivors...warriors even. They seem too wild to fit in any of the square pegs you still seem to try to fit everyone, including yourself, into.
The filthy, few toothed fella even returns your kiss after he coats your face with his cum. He doesn't shift or shrink or anything else even after swapping spit and spunk with you. When he's finished cleaning your face, he is pulled away and face first onto another cock. You look around and see a slew of studs sucking and fucking each other while they wait in the long lines surrounding you and Abigail. It's mind blowing...you always thought in terms of man and woman...bottom and top, even despite all the evidence questioning that. These are all men. Some are more dominant, others more submissive. Some like dudes, others chicks, some are fine with a fella until they get a filly, some are clearly more into the waiting wankers than the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and some clearly don't have much preference either way.
A second cock is shoved in your ass, and in a feat of remarkable coordination, a third cock is crammed in and you have another eureka moment. You are not a woman because you like dudes. You are not gay based on some weird one drop rule. You could fuck every dude here, and by the end of the night, you may, but you still wouldn't be gay, because even if you were a dude, you are also into ladies...in fact, you'd say you are almost exclusively into ladies and always have been, but the baggage of your occasional interest in a slab of muscle with a thick shaft so dominated your fears that it warped your worldview. You are finally starting to figure out what you are, and it isn't a sickness. It's society that's sick and trying to poison you. The bimbug might not be a cure, but until that arrives, you'll take the treatment.
You are administered 500 ccs of cum from multiple injection sites as you bliss out, only instead of going blank, you feel extremely present in the moment. You wave a pinky at Abigail while she smiles around several shaft and she gives you one of her patented winks. At least, you think she does...it's hard to say with her eyes half glued with guy goo. Your eyes are a little less caked, but even through the slime you feel like you can see clearer than ever. You see a sea of humanity at it's rawest, all teeth and claws and ravenous hunger. But you also see hands clasping tight as a high five turns into something more...the gentle, almost imperceptible motion of huge himbo rustling the hair of a hunk giving him head...even the short squeeze one of the sadist gives you between searing slaps seems to say, 'We're all having fun here.' And you are, some of the most fun you've had in your life.
You realize as you make your way to Abigail and as you make out around the members sliding inbetween your lips, that you weren't wrong to want this. You just wanted it from the wrong brutes. You can't believe that of all places, The Studded Belt is where you found kinfolk, but you will take them where you find them. These ruddy, raucous, roughnecks have shown you more tenderness than the world at large has, and they fucked you silly and pounded some sense in you to boot. You shoot a wink over to Abby as the tide of toughies pulls you away to possesively pound your puckers. You smile...it's going to be a long...HARD night, and this time, you'll get to relish every minute of it....
[[Morning comes way too fast...->morning comes way too fast]]You wake up smiling, wrapped around Abigail in a pile of burly bodies. You stretch and yawn and shake her awake, groggily saying, "Wake up, slut, we're gonna be late."
Abby smiles and looks up at you lovingly. She sits up and stretches too, and despite dreading getting in trouble back at school, you can't help but stare at her beautiful body glowing in the morning light. Wait...MORNING light?! You hop to your feet tossing clothes to Abby as you struggle to find yours among the slumbering studs. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fucking shitfuck! We're gonna miss morning roll call! We're gonna get busted, Abby!"
Abby tries to catch you as you hop over huddles hunks and put on your clothes as you find them. You move too fast, your mind reeling, heart racing, and mouth motoring, "Fuckfuckfuck! This is all my fault! I could have threatened to rat you out to keep you from going. Fuck! What if they try to lock you up for good?! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!"
Abigail again tries to interrupt and calm you down, but you aren't having it. "Alright. Here's what we'll do. I will tell them it was my idea to help you with an immersive therapy experience. As a matter of fact, I can honestly say I got more out of it than you did. I am learning who to trust, and when, as well as when it can be healthy to let go and trust my own instincts and feelings. Come to think of it, you actually seem to need my help a lot less than I needed yours. You don't need to be on quarantine in the first place. Hell, they should hire you as a..." you stop midsentence as you are hit with a realization that stuns you silent.
You leap over knocked out louts and pick Abby up and spin her around, shouting, "You fucking bitch!" Abby smiles taking it as the compliment it was intended as, "You absolute legend! You fucking fooled the shit fuck out of me! I wasn't your acountabilibuddy, you were mine! You were there to help test and teach me! Oh you sneaky slut! You owe me so much make up sex for this!" You kiss Abigail while you are both still spinning, she kisses you back, both of you giggling as you fall to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs and tongues.
"Okay, MMPH you are SHHLP definitely taking this SLURP better than MMM I expected." Abigail breaks the kiss to explain? "I got flagged as ahead of the curve when I tested in at the SJC because I went through most of my failures and fuck ups for years before I got infected. I only waited to get bimboified because you can cut through a lot of the red tape once you hit 18. Now that I'm the me I've always known I am, I want to help the slow students like yoOOOW!" Abigail wails in mock agony as you twist her titties for teasing you. She gives you a look that tells you she is far from being through with you, and you wink so she knows you are far from finished too...
"CONGRATULATIONS!" The bar shakes from the booming ballast of the burly brutes laid out all over. They have woken from their beastly sleep and apparently were in on the gag the whole time. As with Abby, you can't stay mad at the lovably lewd louts. They helped you the only way they knew how, with rough sex and lots of it. If you didn't still have to get back to school, you might even thank them properly. You wonder wistfully if you will be allowed to go on field trips when you get out of quarantine.
Which reminds you of the most pressing question, "Does this mean I've passed? Am I allowed to join all our friends in the main campus?" Abigail is nodding yes before you can get all the words out and you are crying tears of joy as you cry out, "We fucking diiiiiiid it! Go team bottoms! We finish first, second, third and last before them tops finish once! WoOOOooOoo!"
You've never considered yourself the cheerleader type, and yet here you are leading a chant and getting more than a few grizzled granddaddies and beefy bears to join in. You've never felt prouder of yourself in your life. You have failed, fucked up, fumbled, flailed, and forfeited your way to victory. You've made many mistakes and more enemies along the way, but you also made a few friends that could grow into so much more. You actually like yourself more than you ever have before, and you are just getting started.
You let Abigail help you up to your feet. Letting someone help you is going to take some getting used to, but if you've proven anything, it's that you are a fast learner. You plan to apply yourself all the more earnestly in the main campus as you did in B Campus. You hope to reunite with your friends, and maybe get to be more than friends with one or more of them. You hope you can let go some of the weight of all your mistakes and fears and fly further than anyone ever dreamed you would, especially yourself. You hope to reach out to those you had to leave behind and rebuild some bridges, or reinforce some boundaries if they can't accept that. You have a lot on your plate and the weight of the world on your shoulders, but you know you won't be doing it alone anymore.
You walk out into the morning light locked arm in arm with Abigail. She smiles brighter than the sun as she explains the transfer process to you and you almost listen as you ignore your constant hum of horniness and think of all the filthy fun you'll have with your friends. You have plenty of time to focus on school, in fact, you plan to graduate with honors...
[[But in the end, you're honored just to graduate->youre honored just to graduate]]You think back to that night and remember all the jeering jaded jocks egg you on as you infected one boi after another. Almost all of them took a turn fucking their classmates turned coed, and the few that didn't still watched with wanton delight. If you deserve to be punished, if Sasha has to live her life in eternal torment, then so do they. "Alright. Tell me how to get out of here and I'll infucked every last one of those assholes! And then I'll fuck every last one of those assholes!"
Sasha's eyes shine sadistically. She may be flinchy and feely to do her own dirty work, but she clearly relishes the thought of using the slut that infected her as an instrument of revenge. Sasha lays out the plan..."Okay, so it seems like you would want to creep out in the dead of night, but a single slut would stick out like a sore cock. What you need to do is get a janitor's uniform, which I have been told that Sally can be easily talked out of. Plus, she's a souse, so she will pass out right after. Then you just walk right out of quarantine, because who looks a janitor in the eye. It is an hour to shift change. If you move fast, you can walk right out the front door. So get going! Oh...and for luck..." Sasha holds your head in her hands and gives you a kiss so hard it feels like it will leave a bruise. You are still licking your lips when you are out the door and halfway down the hall.
Sally! You spot her mopping up the floor, students idling past her paying her no mind. It's no wonder, with the baggy jumpsuit she's wearing and the wide brim cap hiding her face, she looks like a grey blur. You make your way over to her, trying to think of a good opening line that's not too obviously a ploy, when you slip on her suds and fall face first into her chest, your hands gripping them out of instinct. It feels like she's got some huge sponges hidden under her uniform, and you are hoping you can see them soapy and wet before she passes out. You realize you are still groping her breasts and haven't thought up a good line. You look up and to your surprise, Sally slurs, "Heeeeeey whadd I telll yewss bratsh? Iffen yourss gonnna feel me HICCup, Ima gonna fugg yoos."
Minutes later she is shining your shaft with her suds soaked tits and her tarp like uniform is crumpled in the corner. You don't even have time to make up an excuse about why you need to raw dog and run, before she climbs on top of you, pinning you down with her pleasingly plump thighs, and crashing down on you with her comely curves draped over you. She kisses like your lips are lollipops and she's got a sweet tooth and she swallows your shaft like her cunt is starving. Sally laps up your moans and whimpers as she squeezes the cum out of your cock like she's crushing out cookie dough. She frosts your belly and falls back, moaning, "Gewdnie..." and passes out where she lays.
You quickly scrub the seed off your stomach and shaft and slip into the janitor's scrubs. You grab the mop, check the time on your phone, and see you only have minutes to spare! You bolt outside, tearing through the halls and making your way to the corridor that leads to the main campus. Slowing down as you round the corner to not draw suspicion, you walk right up to the door, heart beating a mile a minute, swipe Sally's ID card in the security scanner, and DING the door opens!
You heave a sigh of relief and make your way with all the other gray blurs to the front gate. No one seems to notice that Sally is a little shorter, and apparently she was never very sociable, though she could have fooled you, because no one tries to make conversation as you head out the door and to the front gates. You are just about to walk out to freedom when you hear a gruff voice growl, "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" You stop dead in your tracks, as if afraid God herself will strike you down if you take another step. You fear you might be right as you feel a hard hairy hand, and turn to see a bronzed behemoth looming over you. His security badge reads 'Officer Deimos.' He looks like he just might be the god of fear himself, moonlighting as a security guard.
"Where you running off to, Sally? Did you forget you still owed me for looking the other way on your flask this morning? Come on, we need to welcome the new boi!" Officer Deimos drags you to the cramped security office, apparently not noticing you aren't Sally, but then again, he doesn't seem the type to deign to look at a bimboi's face when she's blowing him or bouncing on his boner. You are pushed into the small shack and see a pale, pimply boi wearing a small security guard outfit that is still too big for him. His badge reads, 'Officer Icarus'and he looks like he would melt if you so much as touched his leg.
You feel a thick truncheon slide between your plump cheeks. You think it's a billy club until it bulges between your buttocks. "Well, Sally, what's it going to be? Are you going to help me test out the new boi? After all, we can't have no bimboi to be guarding the whorehouse. Or did I have to call the principal and report your flask. That's a third strike for you...you know what that means, Sally." He runs his finger across his throat and sticks out his tongue, making it seem like you don't really have a choice in the matter.
[[Time for a security breach->time for a security breach]]You tell yourself you don't have a choice. You tell yourself it's his own fault for taking a job as security officer at a bimboi academy if he isn't 100% sure about his studliness. You tell yourself if you're going to be branded a bad bimboi no matter how hard you try, you might as well enjoy the perverse perks of being a predatory infector. Besides, who's to say? Maybe he's a stud in a small package?
"Gee whiz, Officer Deimos, I'm not so sure about this..." The red faced rookie stammers as you peel down his pants. His hesitation makes you suspect that he's not such a stud after all. That, and the pretty panties he's hiding under his pants, tell you he won't be a boi for long. As you engulf his mediocre manhood, you tell yourself the little loser will be getting an upgrade, and he should be thanking you for blowing his boihood away. Oddly, he seems to think he's some kind of stud as he grips your head tightly and begins forcefully face fucking you. Not that you mind, it just hits your spurt button that much harder and gives you such tingly throbs in your throat. Besides, it will be even more fun to see the look on his face when he transforms now!
"Don't worry, boi, I'll make sure you're safe. I'll even help you fuck this sloshed slut properly." Officer Deimos yanks down your pants and unceremoniously crams his cock in your cunt in a slow steady slide. You hate yourself for slipping right back into your submissive slut routine, but it's like there's a switch inside you flipped by hairy hands and hard cocks. The worse someone treats you, the higher your ass arches for easy access. It just feels so RIGHT to get fucked like a thing. No romance, no foreplay, just raw, rough ravishing from a stud that takes what he wants and doesn't worry about boring things like consent.
You are a little surprised Officer Icarus has gone so long without cumming. He's been scratching the bitch itch at the back of your throat for what feels like at least a half hour, and you can usually suck the seed from a stud sack in half that time. Boi balls usually empty for you in the first few minutes, but he's outpacing them both, all while jackhammering his junk past your jaw at a rate so fast it makes you dizzy. Or is that the disorientation from another crash of climaxes from your throat and ass running through your bimboi body and wrecking into one another in a pure pleasure pile up. Your body is battered back and forth helplessly as a reverse tug of war pushes you back on one prick even as another plunges into you, propelling you back and forth as you cum and clench and quiver uncontrollably.
"Oh gee whiz! Guess I'll NNGH cum in this infected NNNF bimboi without a AAH condom." Officer Icarus sounds so blaise about throwing his manhood away. You want to tell him to cum on your stupid, slutty face to be safe...and because you feeling a real cumrag vibe right now. You don't get a chance, both because your mouth is full, and because a devious dark part of you wants to see him soften and shrink and swell in all the right places. You know it's a symptom of your sickness, but you feel so depraved and debauched and defeated...why fight the sickness when you can embrace it?
You feel the boi swell and shudder and shoot thick ropes of cum down your throat. Your greedily guzzling sets off the older guard and he explodes, emptying his balls in your cum craving cunt. They stop sawing in and out of you, content to watch you buck back and forth brainlessly to milk every last drop of their man milk. You pout and whimper when Officer Icarus pulls out of your thirsty throat and smears the last of his seed on your spit covered cheeks. You smile stupidly, half at the foul fulfillment you feel from getting used and the other from the ghoulish guilty pleasure of waiting to see what kind of bimboi he will blow up to be.
Officer Deimos pulls out of you and pulls up his pants, laughing, you assume, because he is also eager to see the boi becum bimbugged. You wonder why you haven't noticed any changes yet, as Icarus pulls his cock back into his panties and pulls up his pants. Finally, when it's clear even to your dick dumb brain that he isn't transforming he laughs, "Haw haw! Bet you thought I was a sissy! Naw, slut! I'm a 100% stud with a five inch cock that wears panties to trick predatory infectors like you. I'll bet you were looking forward to seeing me change, weren't you...Amy?"
Oh no! Oh fuck! Oh no oh fuck oh no! They know who you are! You look back and forth perplexed and panicked and pouting. "Aww, poor little pestilence? You wanted to escape and spread your...disease, didn't you? Well, your friend Sasha warned us the moment you left her dorm. We set this little trap, some might call it a test. Either way, you failed." You want to protest, to come up with an explanation, any excuse to defend yourself, but you cannot find the words. There are none, really. When the going got tough, you gave up and gave into your basest beastial instincts. The armed guards surrounding the shack in biohazard suits don't seem too inclined to hear you out anyway.
....
Soon you are being dragged through the main campus by hazmat wearing hard asses. You see Dee in the crowd looking so disappointed and it hits you just how far you've fallen. You hang your head in shame, resigned to your fate and regretting every choice that led you here...especially the good ones. You could have surrendered so many times and now that you finally did, you just have that much more to lose, that many more people to hurt, and that much further to fall. Instead of clawing your way out of Hell only to stumble back in, you should have dived in head first and never looked back. You won't make that mistake...not that you're likely to get a choice in the matter anyway.
....
"I'm not disappointed, I'm just angry." Guidance Counselor Ms. Joan chides as she inspects the straps on your chair. You think about correcting her, but from the look on her face you guess she didn't misspeak. You still haven't thought of anything to say in your defense, so you keep quiet and hope your apathy reads as contrition. Whatever she reads on your face, she seems sullen but unsurprised by your abject failure and she is entirely unsympathetic to your feelings on the matter. You settle into a quiet calm, embracing your fate with a cattlelike zen as you are wheeled past nondescript halls deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine inner lair.
"Well, I owe you a coke. Another one for the kennel." Principal Jacqueline sighs as she meets you in front of steel reinforced security door. She doesn't look at you as she discusses your final destination. It's as if she doesn't consider you human anymore. Maybe she's right. Regardless of your relative humanity, you are treated to a description of your dark destination via Jacqueline's offhand remarks. "Well, at least we won't have to update her progress reports every five minutes now. Not much to report for anyone down here. Feeding and fuck times plus one hour shower. She can sleep or sob or stroke her shaft the rest of the time for all I care."
You are wheeled into the 'kennel', past rows of prison cells with pretty pandemics eager to spread blowing you kisses, waving their cocks at you, and pushing their asses against the bars. This must be where the unrepentant spreaders are locked up. You always heard stories about the CDC squads that locked up the most contagious cuties, but you never thought it was real. Don't you have rights?! You see the Principal signing a form and handing it to a hazmat wearing guard who affirms, "Verified, subject Amy Archer has now had their human rights nullified and categorized as a Class 1 Contagion."
You don't even bother to object. What's the point? You already proved them right and at least this way you can finally stop worrying about hurting anyone else. The guards treat you like the bimbonic plague and all the other diseases just want you to spread. You are put into a tiny cell covered with built in dildos and built in screens playing nonstop porn. Your clothes are cut away so you don't even have to worry about making a mess. You hear the cell CLAAAANG shut and don't even bother turning around to see Ms. Joan or Ms. Jacqueline leave you to rot. You're more interested in throating the thick phallus protruding under the porn hole.
It's going to be a long life sentence, but you don't care. One day will be the same as any other. Soon enough, you won't even have to cram down the regret and shame with a fat fuckstick. You just won't remember you ever cared in the first place. In the meantime you have three square meals a day to look forward to as well as your hour of activity time, which is little more than a massive orgy in an underground bunker the size of a football field, followed by your daily shower, which is little more than a massive orgy in an underground bunker the size of a football field with water added. It's not the happiest end you can imagine, but on the plus side you won't be able to imagine anything else soon. For you, this life sentence means,,,
The End
(Ending 23: Stuck in the Sissy Slammer)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You can't help yourself. It's like someone turned on the faucet to your tears and you can't clamp them closed. Your cock weeps just as openly, bawling it's eye out as Polly pounces on it over and over again. Your ass quakes and your limbs quiver as Polly's rubber cast cock rams repeatedly into your spurt spot while the snobby slut sucks up every last squirt with her starving slit. You want to rip free of your restraints and put the preppy primadonna in her place. You want to beg her for mercy, even though you know she has none. Unfortunately, all you can do is cry and climax convulsively.
"That's it! Cry for MOAN me! I'm the UNH NNGH victim here! Me! But you'll YIP YELPsee! I'll break you down OOOOH completely! Then I'll get you to convince them to set me MMNF free and by an AAAH army of slave studs and servile sissies!" Polly details her evil plan like a Bond villain, and unfortunately your piercings don't double as explosives or little lasers to help you free yourself or turn the tables. All you have is a bimboi body with an bottomless pit of hunger begging for more abuse.
"Look at YIP you! You're getting OOH off on this! You don't NNG care that I'll be NNF free to spread my sickness as AAH long as you get to spurt." Polly mercilessly taunts you as she continues to milk your cock, meanwhile you are too full off fake cock to fight back. Or rather, the straps binding your limbs and the strap on sawing in and out of you give you the excuse you need to surrender without a fight. You hate giving her the satisfaction of beating you, but you suspect the satisfaction of being helplessly humped dwarfs her own sadistic splendor.
Once you accept your fate is to be fucked stupid and turned into a dummy and dildo for Polly to use and abuse, it's like all of your senses get turned to 11 and the pleasure hits you so hard that you don't worry about what Polly gets out of it. As far as you're concerned, 'losing' is a long due relief. You can finally stop fighting. You can finally stop climbing tooth and nail up shit mountain only to get sent back to the bottom in a shit slide. Better to just lie at the bottom and let the filth swallow you whole. "Good NNGH slut, just go GUH blank for MOAN meEEEeeEeEeeEEEEEE!" Polly cries out and cums all over you, making you feel sticky and swallowed up as you sink face first down the slut spiral...
Polly pokes your head"Amy? Earth to Amy...nope. Looks like there's no one home. Good." She climbs off of you and turns to the bottom bimboi panting in the corner, "Abby, I'm bored. Keep riding this slut while I go get the principal. We'll tell her Amy begged us to do this as penance for her sins. Remember to cry a bunch and with luck they'll think we've been rehabilitated too. Haaa haaa haaaaa!" Polly leaves you to Abigail and shuts the door behind her. You don't even turn your head. You are content to let the melon assed bimboi milk your meat while you fuck Polly's replica rod....
....
"Yes. I see. We had hoped she would have stopped this quest for redemption before it became self destructive, but unfortunately all too often Bad Bimbois decide it's easier to be martyrs than good girls. Thank you for trying to put a stop to this, Polly. It's just a shame we weren't in time to save Abigail either..." Principal Jaqueline looks on with soft sympathy for the hard, heartless monster pantomiming concern before her.
"If only I had know what Abigail was planning, I wouldn't have spent all night at the chapel praying for forgiveness." Polly sounds convincing in the way that serial killers and practiced politicians often can. Even you might buy her remorse if you didn't know better. Unfortunately, your knowledge is locked away under mountains of sludge and slime and sticky spurts. Your brain blissed out and boiled from your non stop fuckfest and your complete collapse from an avalanche of climaxes and the crushing weight of your failure.
"Now...now...we don't need another martyr on our hands. In fact, I think this environment is bad for you. Too many Bad Bimbois and Vixen Victims. Let's get you out of quarantine and see if you don't put this right behind you..." The principal leads Polly out of the observation room and into the hall, and you only vaguely register her absence. You're too busy drooling on yourself as the attendants strip you out of your clothing and into the uniform you'll wear for the rest of your days...
Dragged down the halls limply wearing nothing but a Dunce cap, you dribble from both your lips and cock as your classmates stare in a mix of fear and fascination. Even a new kid like you knows what the Cone of Shame means. You are going to end up in the 'Remedial Class' with all the other blissed out brainless bimbois. Nothing but sucking and fucking, eating and sleeping, and everyday is the same with no end in sight. No hope...no chance of rehabilitation...no choices left, but...there's also no shame left, so no more regrets or doubts or fears or worries or anything but lust fed and fulfilled.
You feel your last tears drying on your face and lick them up. You aren't sad anymore...you aren't anything anymore...
And you love it...
In the back corner of your mind, while your last brain cell fizzles out, somehow, you know. You know that for you, this is...
The End
(Ending 24: Dumb Dunce Dimbo)
Would you like to start again, to see a different ending?
[[Restart!->continue]]You know you've said the wrong thing the moment the words fall off your lips, plummeting as Samantha stares in shock. You feel that nagging feeling that wouldn't let you denounce her swell as you shout, "And she doesn't belong in quarantine either! She is brave, and smart, and okay definitely a hard person to trust, but trust's a two way street and I've been going the wrong way down a one way street with her the whole time. You have to give her a second chance! She just needs someone that will love her at her like totes worst and her bewitching best! I can do that now! I can see people clearer than ever! She's not the one it's dangerous to trust! You are!"
Samantha's face goes from stunned to serious to severely pissed off as you continue your tirade. Then, as if it's as simple as the snap of her fingers, she beams brightly and says, "Exactly right! I was a Predatory Infector, a Victim Vixen, and a Super Spreader long before I had an institute named after me. I can see the goodness in anyone, and that's a dangerous thing. For me, and anyone else I set my sights on. See, my idea of good isn't always right. We can kill people trying to exorcise demons that are angels to them. I had to learn that the hard way, and so did you unfortunately."
It is your turn to sit in stunned silence now. Samantha reaches over and frees your wrist as you struggle to process what is happening, "Aww, I'm sorry. I get a love of plot twists from my mom. See, it can be very difficult to predict who will be a major point of infection for the unwilling or unprepared, and it puts countless lives as risk to let the old patterns play out with no safety net. Think of quarantine as set of hidden tests hidden in a high school from Hell. I mean, did you really think we didn't know the place was overrun with bullies and sociopaths and 'innocent' victims? We have to give students the space and time to grow, at least enough so they can benefit from more open interventions when they're ready. That's where students like Abby come in."
Just then, Abigail comes in, right on cue. You shoot her a dirty look, but it disappears when she smiles genuinely at you. It's dazzling, you are dazed as she sits next to you and takes your hands in hers. You look deep into her eyes, trying to see if you can find any more facets hidden in there. Abby blushes, suddenly bashful as she says, "Stop! It's still me, Amy. I'm glad you finally saw me. I was so worried I scared you off. I thought you were ready for the party at The Studded Belt. I'm sorry. Oh...and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I kind of sort of work here now."
Your eyes dart between Samantha and Abby, hoping one of them will explain what's going on, but then it hits you. "You didn't need help! You took the assessment and they realized you were perfect...uhm...perfectly well adjusted." You blush as you realize your crush is showing. "So, they put you in undercover to keep an eye on me? Am I really that dangerous?" You feel a stab of shame that you caused so much trouble for so many people.
Samantha jumps in, squeezing your shoulder again and saying soothingly, "Actually she was here for Poppy. I hoped I missed the good in her, and that Abigail would find something I missed, but she's one of the rare ones we can't help. We actually didn't have time to come up with a degree plan for you. We were more concerned with the girls you infected, to be honest. We figured once you saw them graduate, you'd begin to develop on your own. But you just kept helping them reach their milestones before we knew it. We had to adapt on the fly. No one thought you'd be ready so soon. I mean, you took the blame for a breakout. I hate to say it, but we all thought you would let Abby take the fall."
Abby squeezes your hand tighter and says, "I didn't. I was wrong about you being ready to let your hair down in a safe environment and be able to intuit who you can trust in time, but I knew I could trust you not to hurt me, even if you couldn't understand why. Seriously, from one professional fuck up to another, I am in awe of you. You just keep fuuuuucking up, and you never give up. Seriously, you are a ride or die bitch and we are going to be at the very least, best fuck buddies 4 lyfe if I have anything to say 'bout it." You squeeze her hand back even harder and smile. She's clearly crazy, but maybe just crazy enough to work.
Samantha says, "You two amaze me. And I've seen some shit. One day remind me to tell you about the armed insurrection I...but for now, let me congratulate Ms. Archer on graduating to our open campus." She sits back smiling so wide and warm it makes your heart hurt. You welcome the pang of pain. You welcome the burning blush of embarrassment for having fucked up your way into some kind of happy ending. You would rather feel the sting of humiliation and the ache of love and lust and crushes and every ardor in between than to close up and close off your heart any longer. You finally feel strong and smart enough to walk around with a heart that's wide open, and if you fuck up, and you are pretty sure you will, you know you will have a lot of girlfriends you can trust to watch your back...
And in the end...
[[You're honored just to graduate->youre honored just to graduate]]It is insane how fast time flies when you're having fun, and you've never had more fun in your life than you have in the days, weeks, and months leading up to graduation. You reconnect with your victims turned friends, sometimes 'reconnecting' with several at the same time. It's strange getting to know them almost from square one after such intimate, intense encounters, but in an odd way it is a bond between you.
It helps that you all find common ground one one thing, how much fun it is to tease and torment the late arrival to campus, Slade, the studly son of a bitch that bullied you into bimboifying your friends in the first place. He was busted trying the same shit at a different party, but apparently Ella was ready for him this time and cold cocked him the moment he opened the door. She convinced his 'friends'to help her drag him to the SJC where he was designated a Passive Pathogen and put in a chastity cage and round the clock monitoring. You and your friends have all come to terms with your own individual mistakes that night, but it's quite cathartic to vent your lingering loathing at the target most deserving of your scorn.
Most of you are satisfied with living well as the best form of revenge. Of course, it's even more fun letting Slade see you 'living well' with one or more of your friends hanging on your arm, hands up each other's skirts, and lips locked, so that he can suffer and strain in his solid steel cage. Dee and Sasha prefer a more 'hands on' approach, teaching him how to cum without using his cock; Dee by fucking the spurts out of him and Sasha by finger blasting him into a fuck puppet. His cocky confidence clipped, and fearing fucking a bimboi would result in infection after so much eye opening exploration, Slade has been rendered harmless, helpless, and hopeless. He'll be a prisoner for life even if he's ever released from SJC, and his own hateful, homophobic heart will serve as his unforgiving warden.
Not that you have had much time to waste on Slade anyway. You were too busy aceing your classes and graduating with a 4.0 for the semester. It brought your GPA for the year to a whopping 2.1! You are oddly proud of the achievement. It reminds you that while you cannot always make up for lost time, you can always improve going forward. You aren't sure what your next steps will be, but you feel more sure footed than ever, and you know you won't take them alone.
You'll have Greta, who of course made her own cap and gown so she could cosplay as Queen Wantacockenemee from the commencement episode of High School Harem Hijinks: River Tears Don't Run. She's offered to room with you at the SJC College Campus. You would save a fortune attending, and you know you would have a blast on a bimboi inclusive campus, but you wonder if it would feel like having training wheels on compared to a different university.
That's what Sasha is doing, standing tall and proud on graduation, standing out for her stunning beauty today as much for her staggering stature. She plans to go out of state for school. Sasha has become so strong since she left quarantine, without losing any of her soft sweetness. She's even started to consider the possiblity of becoming more than occasional, if you count five or six times a week, fuck buddies. You would be taking a big leap to head out with her on nothing more than a maybe, but you've made bigger leaps lately with a lot less assured.
Take Dee, for example, she looks so bold in her midnight black cap and gown with blood red trim. She went from wanting to rip out your heart to tipping a tentative toe inside it's warm waters. When she saw you were still wearing the piercings she gave you, she asked if you were still paying penance. When you answered honestly that you kept them because they reminded you of her, she went out and got a matching pair. Now you both live with that near constant horny hum, which helps you 'get along' even better. She's invited you on what might be the wildest ride of all. Her sound, sensible plan for after graduation is to become a world famous rock star. The strangest part, after hearing her shred and hearing the two of you harmonize, you think she might be able to pull it off.
Of course Abigail has big plans too. She is giving the commencement address today and every soul is stirred when she says, "All of you are failures, fuck ups, and freaks, and I say that with the highest admiration. It's only sociopaths that never fail, because they cannot experience shame or regret or recognize the harm they do. It's only the isolated and insulated that do not fuck up, because they are sheltered from making any meaningful choices. And it's only the soul dead and stifled that do not stand out, love with their whole hearts no matter how weird or warped we all are, and are too small and scared to let their freak flag fly. I know I came to this school having already graduated early, but I feel like I've learned more from you here as your student counselor than I ever did as a student. I feel immensely privileged to know you all, and I would like to leave you all with the lesson that I picked up from one of the most stubborn students here...never stop loving. In the end, it will be our love that leads us."
Abigail's speech has the audience in tears, and you along with them. You haven't been able to see Abby much this semester, as she was so busy with bawling bimboi breakups and untangling lust dodecagons while striving to help students be not just their best selves, but their whole selves. She's offered you a position as her co-counselor, and you are mighty tempted to get to spend every day working with her and every night massaging the stress out of each other's beautiful bodies.
For the moment, you have more pressing concerns. Samantha Jenkins herself is announcing "Archer, Amy" and before you know it, you are gliding across the stage and accepting your diploma. It must be all the gravitas in the air making your eyes water as you look out over the sea of smiling faces to see your classmates, the faculty you've grown surprisingly fond of, and even a few faces from your past...
Bunny and Buffy...or is it Buffy and Bunny? You do get them confused so easily these days since they are both bronze blonde beach bum babes. The best way to tell them apart is to look for Bunny's bulge...or is it Buffy's? You've gotten to examine it pretty closely when they invited your friends and you to their beach house over one wild weekend. You also got to become intimately acquainted with Buffy's muffy, and you are even considering her offer to crash at her place as her pampered pet. It's not as forward thinking as some of your other options, but it has it's own appeal to it.
Ella and Becca are also in attendance. You've reconnected with them via text and face time and the rare visit out to see them. Ella has a hair brained scheme to start their own branch of the Bimbabysitters Club and an even crazier idea for you to be co-owner!
You have definitely considered all the girls you could help as a compassionate boss with a little more consideration for your employee's safety than warm hearted but wild Becca seems capable of. In a way, it would be like coming home, though you can't really go home again, because it only exists as a memory, and the child that lived it has grown up and no longer fits inside a such a small shell. You wouldn't mind making new memories with Ella, nor would you with another welcome guest to your graduation...your father.
You reached out to him when you felt ready to deal with his rejection, only to find he had already been looking for you. You reconnected through the SJC Family Tree Repair Service. They helped you work through your history of closed off communication and the resentment and regret that festered for so long. One of the most surprising things you learned is that you dad has a wide open heart too. It was his fear of it being broken should he lose another love that led him to build walls around it, but now he's almost embarrassingly open. He even brought his new girlfriend to graduation, a stunning redhead named Joy. With the way your dad is doting on her, you suspect you'll be calling her Mommy before the year is out. It's wonderful having a loving family again, and a place you'll always feel welcome, even if you plan to find a new home for now.
You walk off stage and are surrounded by your friends, family, lovers, well wishers, and everything in between. You are seen and supported, respected and relied upon, cared for and confided in, and all around adored by more people than ever knew you existed before you blossomed so beautifully. You know you have your share of fuck ups behind you, and a world of failure before you, but you feel confident you can weather the worst and come out with your heart still intact and loving. And if anyone tries to crush you again, to make you hate yourself or to hurt you or those you love, then you'll show them what fucked up really looks like...
....
You meet up with your friends after the ceremony and look out at their eager, expectant faces as they wait to hear who you will be moving in with now that you have officially graduated. Geeky Greta at the bimboi university? Stunning Sasha at a school out of state? Diabolical Dee on the road to stardom...or starvation? Beach Beauties Bunny and Buffy and their palatial paradise pad? Enchanting Ella and their budding business? Or Adorable Abby and her school of fuckups, failures and freaks? You know who ever you choose, you won't be seeing the last of your friends, but you do have to make a choice...
Who will you share your Happily Ever After with?
[[In the end, geeky Greta is your cosplay cutie->greta]]
[[In the end, stunning Sasha is your gentle giantess->sasha]]
[[In the end, diabolical Dee is your raucous rock star!->dee]]
[[In the end, beach beauties Bunny and Buffy are your paradise playmates->bunny and buffy]]
[[In the end, enchanting Ella is your girl boss baby->ella]]
[[In the end, adorable Abigail is your captivating co-counselor->abigail]]
Or maybe, just maybe, there's another option. After all, this is your life. This is your story. You're the one who gets to write it.
You've fought hard for this happy ending, so why not enjoy it?
[["Fuck it, I choose all of the above"->fuck it all of the above]]You feel a stab of guilt the moment the words fly free, but it's too late to take them back. Samantha nods sadly and squeezes your shoulder as you are racked with regret. You turned in...whatever Abigail was to you. It's a moot point now, because she definitely won't want anything to do with you after you ratted her out. You hope nothing too awful happens to her and you add, "But I think she just made a mistake! With more time, and the right influences, I think she'll be ready for more freedom."
Samantha smile is strained as she responds, "I'm glad you still have hope. I agree that the culpable party isn't ready for her freedom yet, and I also hope she sees that." You nod along with every word, feeling a wretched sense of relief that Samantha is on your side.
And then the other heel drops as Abigail walks in and sits right down next to Samantha. You notice a lack of restraints on her wrist and a surprising amount of restraint as she announces, "I've got some bad news, Amy. I'm a plant. I tested off the charts when I got here and they saw me as a great opportunity to keep an eye on the new girls that needed more help adjusting. Mostly I was supposed to keep an eye an Polly, but I have to say you sure made my job harder with all your help."
You are stunned, but far from silent, venting your spleen, "You made my job harder?! Who was ready to get me jumped by the Donnas? Who was ready to feed me to Polly's fuck furniture?! Who told me you'd get me in trouble if I didn't sneak out with you?! You just spent your time playing games and getting gang banged while I helped all your friends!"
Samantha goes from motherly to mother bear, rising up red faced and ready to rip your head off. Abigail just places a finger on her wrist as a gentle reminder and she sighs and sits down, throwing her hands in the air as if to say, 'you deal with this bitch.' You seem to have lost your sympathetic audience, and yet Abigail seems to somehow still have a softness in her voice as she answers your accusations, "Well if you must know, I had been keeping the Donnas from trying to turn you into their stall slave since you performed for them with no objections. When I thought you were ready for them, I gave you a chance to pass or fail. Same with Polly. Remember, you are here because you effectively chose to commit soul suicide and willingly enslave yourself to a dumb jock. If you are ever going to be free, we need to be sure you won't do it again. If that meant you letting Polly fuck you brainless, that's what I'd have to do to keep my cover. As for going out, you could have turned me in before I left. After all, you certainly didn't mind ratting me out to save your skin today."
You feel like you just got kicked in the gut with a steel toed shoe. You thought you had made so much progress, but now you're discovering that without Abigail, you might not have made it past the first day. It shatters you. You sit trembling and freezing and feverish all at once. Abigail, again with a kindness you can't fathom her feeling for you, reaches out and holds the hands Samantha has long since let go. "Look. I know this is hard to hear. I know it feels like you are playing catch up on a treadmill sinking in quicksand. I went through most of my work before I was ever infected, because I knew all these things about myself through a lot of really gnarly fuck ups. I've hurt people too, and I've made things worse by trying to help too, and I've backslid and botched and bungled my way into learning enough to live on. I agree with what you said earlier. YOU just made a mistake! With more time, and the right influences, I think you'll be ready for more freedom."
Samantha softens and says, "See? That's why I love this gal. She can even teach a softie like me a thing or two about forgiveness. So...let's be clear. My final assessment is over all positive. You have helped several students make personal breakthroughs and you've come a long way in a short period of time. I think it shows great progress that while you made a similar mistake as you did at your fateful party, you picked yourself up in the morning and were ready to try again. Ultimately, you failed the Accelerated Learning track that we were hoping you would meet and be able to join the full campus, but I do firmly believe that you can learn from this and come back stronger than ever."
You are a wreck by the time she finishes telling you the news. You are surprised that Abigail is the first to throw her arms around you and whisper, "It's gonna be okay, Amy. You're gonna get there. I'm not even mad at you...mostly. Tell you what, give me a call when you graduate and I'll buy you a coffee." You continue to sob on her shoulder, as much for how much you will miss her in quarantine as you do for coming so close and failing in the end...
Then again, this isn't the end of your story, just the end of a chapter. You dry your eyes and look deep into Abigail's so she knows you mean it when you promise, "I'll do that. I'm sorry I blamed you for my mess. I promise I won't do it again...I hope. I keep fucking up, but I'm not going to let that stop me from trying to do better. I'm gonna prove I can take care of myself, prove I can be let out safely, and prove I can love and be loved."
Abigail smiles, "Well you don't have to prove the last one. As I said in your file, that's one thing you don't need any help with. Hell, you could probably teach a class on keeping an open heart even after it's been broken. I'm sorry I broke your heart this time. I hope next time around we both do better." She kisses you softly on the forehead and lets you go. She leaves shortly after and Samantha stats to sort out the remaining paperwork and policies going forward. You do your best to follow her, but even she seems to be going through the motions at this point. She gives you a binder full of rules and regulations bigger than your head and uncuffs you so security can escort you back to your dorm.
It's so lonely and empty inside...or is that just you? Regardless, you decide to see this as not yet another bad ending, but hopefully a...
Second, no, [[Third Chance->third chance]]"Wake up, slut. We're gonna be late." Abigail nudges you with her foot. From her tone, you aren't sure if she's still mad at you, or worried you are still mad at her. You aren't sure how to reassure her or apologize to her, and your more immediate concern is how you will sneak back into school unnoticed now that you are caked with cum. You take her hand and begin stepping over the slumbering studs on your way out the door.
You open your mouth to speak, but you cannot find the words. 'Sorry I talked down to you,' just seems so trivial compared to, 'Sorry I didn't see you were testing me with fragments of your fucked up personality as a survival mechanism and I missed it.' You also aren't sure whether you should accept her apology, if she ever chooses to offer it. Sure, you ended up safe and sound and learning a little more about yourself...more than you wanted to really, and she isn't your guidance counselor anyway! You didn't agree to gang bang group therapy and she had no right to sign you up for it without your permission.
Your internal argument continues, and just as you are about to win it, you walk outside and are stunned to see the sun shining in your face! You find the words now, shouting, "You stupid asshole! Your little prank is going to get us locked away in quarantine for ever!"
Abigail seems nonplussed. She stretches and shakes the caked cum out of her hair, calmly answering, "Eh...probably not. I mean, no one got infected and breaking out and returning on our own shows growth, right?" She shrugs as if either way, it doesn't matter to her. You can't believe how nonchalant she is, but you also think she might be right. She definitely seems to know what she's talking about, but then again, she has fooled you before.
You don't have to wait long for an answer. You make it to the curb of the SJC and the guards spot you right away. You are scooped up by men in hazmat suits and carried away in an instant. Your heart races and your guts tighten into knots as they separate Abigail and you and drag you deep into the facility. You are led into the quarantine area and you wonder where they are taking your...friend? Enemy? Lover? It's hard to say what Abigail is to you when you barely know who she is. You wonder if you might still be a little delirious, because you still find yourself wishing you had more time to get to know her despite getting you into more trouble than ever.
You are led to a new hallway you've never seen before and left in a room with a steel table with a new face sitting behind it. She has a warmth about her that makes you relax a little, which makes you worry that you are falling for another beguiling bimboi baddie. You are put in a chair opposite the stunning stranger, and your wrist is clasped in a pair of handcuffs affixed to the table. You try to ignore the instinctive eagerness you feel being bound, and focus on the situation at hand. The mystery woman is a blonde bombshell a blazer that screams 'boss', but there is something so dangerously disarming about her that you worry you'll spill your guts if she holds your hand.
She puts her hand over yours and strokes where the cuff bites into your skin, "Sorry about these. I wrote most of these rules and I still hate to see them in place. Oh, look at me being rude. My name is Samantha Jenkins. I put the SJ in the SJI. I'm here for your final assessment, which should be a breeze! Reviewing your folder, it looks like you've made all the right choices, save for last night's little relapse."
You feel the words tripping off your tongue, eager to blame the bimboi that brought you to that cesspool in the first place. Something stops you. Maybe it's how easy the words come. It seems too easy to blame someone else, and you can't help but feel this nagging doubt that you are the one that let Abigail down, and not the other way around. Samantha seems to see your hesitation, her hand radiates comfort as she slides it further up your arm. "Oh, don't worry. I don't think that will be too much of a problem. We know it was Abigail leading you astray. She was more damaged than we realized, or we never would have assigned to you."
Again the words beg to burst free from your lips, but you hold them in. There is something wrong here. It's like they found the ideal woman to tell you it's not your fault. You haven't felt this comforted since your mom was alive. It's especially confusing that you also want to make out with her and she is giving you a look that suggests it's not entirely off the table. She continues, cooing, "Aww, look at you, sticking up for your friend. You know, I really respect that. It takes courage, considering she's the only real obstacle between you and your freedom. We have to be sure you aren't going to be led astray by another bully, whether bottom or top."
It makes sense...after all, you were first led astray by a bully, and all these strange tests and hidden lessons have seemed to suggest that you need to learn who to trust. Abigail is manipulative, mischievous, and maybe malicious. She might also have a sweet side that isn't part of a honey pot. Maybe you've even seen it, but you wonder if it's hiding somewhere between the lines. Everything is telling you to toss her aside and try to find real friends you don't have to doubt if you can trust. Well, almost everything. There is something keeping you from denouncing her. Samantha's hand has settled on your shoulder and she looks at you with almost painful pity, "You have to choose, Amy. It's either you or her. We know you both broke out, and between you and me it's not like Abby is a close call."
Samantha looks at you with almost hurtful hope in your eyes. You want to make her happy, but you don't know what to do? Should you rat out Abby? It sounds like they know everything anyway. All you have to do is say the words...
[["It's not Abby's fault!"->its not abbys fault]]
[["It's all Abby's fault!"->it's all abbys fault]]You spend all of an hour wallowing in self pity before remembering you've pulled yourself out of worse pits than this one. You march back into your guidance counselors office and ask for another shot at an early release. Ms. Joan hems and haws about rules and regulations and finally you pin her down to the one in a million shot of winning the outstanding student award for the month, which to this date, has never been won at any SJC Campus by a quarantine student. It is as Miss Joan so eloquently explains, "Technecklee ellegible to all students, but awarded in practice to honor students."
One in a million is better odds than you've faced so far. You make it your mission win the coveted award and a chance to reconnect with your friends and make amends to Abby. You know it will be hard, but you feel like you have the advantage of experience. You have already fucked up so many different ways, and it's given you insight you can use to help your fellow failures.
You start with the dreaded Donnas. They are a sanctioned scourge on the school because administration decided they serve the purpose of giving students a chance to stand up for themselves. You decide they deserve a shot at more than that. They deserve a shot at redemption. You have the advantage of having both submitting to them and beating the spurts out of them so you've seen them as bullies and beaten. Having already won their grudging respect, you show them a slice of sweet, sensual sex that Sasha taught you, and soon they are ready to explore that kindness takes more strength than cruelty. They become Bathroom Buddies, a gang of girls that will watch out for bully bimbois while shy students use the restroom. The occasional sticky sweet suck sessions that occasionally break out are just an added benefit, and they certainly make you feel safer.
Your next target was the Anime Club. Sure, you got them to open up with each other, but they were still too scared and shy to explore outside their small circle. You know all hiding away alone or in a crowd, and you learned from Dee that sometimes visibility is the best way to stay safe. Instead of hiding in their boring outfits all day and becoming beautiful caged birds in the afternoon, you suggest they wear their cosplay to their classes and see how many people are the same kind of nerdy as they are. They are skeptical at first, but when you spend a day as Lily, a suckubus from the fighting/fucking game Darksuckers, they are amazed by how many people recognize you and compliment your cosplay. When you bring back a half dozen new members to the club, you find the rest of the adorable dorks eager to wear their nerdiness on their custom made sleeves.
Your advocacy doesn't end there. You help the custodian Sally with her alcohol abuse with a lot of tough love that would make Becca blush. Sally looks a lot better with her new piercings, and she says the plug is really helping her focus, just like Greta showed you. Sally is on track to win employee of the month, if only she can stop staining so many student's uniforms with her spunk.
You even help Poppy, though she capable of benefiting from your outreach. Still, the faculty agreed that the rest of the student body does benefit from the Remedial Guest Teacher program. They can get a good look, and lick, and touch, and taste, and tickle of the kind of badly broken bimbois to avoid and to avoid becoming. They even find a few lost souls capable of finding their way back to the light with the proper care and compassion. In the short time you start up the program, you personally recommended two girls for readmission in the quarantine campus. It's too early to say for sure, but if Abby taught you anything, it was not to give up without a fight.
Your latest endeavor requires director level approval. You are suddenly shy when you see Samantha Jenkins herself decided to accept this interview and flew back to see what you had to say for yourself. You start with a stammer, "Welcome for having here! I mean...uhm thank...you...thank you for having me, and please excuse my nerves as this is my first time speaking before you not wearing restraints."
Samantha smiles despite herself and you continue more confidently, "This is a wonderful, life changing, even life saving institution. It takes in the flawed, the fearful, the fearsome, and the floozies. It finds the best in people while recognizing the worst and working to rebuild it. It can take a Bad Bimboi and give them the tools to become a good person..." Samantha seems skeptical, but pleased to hear her life's work lauded until you add, "but it's not doing enough."
Now you have her attention. Samantha leans forward and listens intently as you add, "If I knew the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs, then I might have saved myself, and a lot of other people a lot of suffering. I believe our outreach operations are missing some of its most compelling advocates in the quarantined cuties in B Campus. Now, I know it seems to fly in the face of the purpose of isolating us illicit infectors to protect the public, but I am here to tell you I would not have recognized myself in the healthy happy bimbois in the main campus. Supervised outreaches would allow a glimmer of hope to the B Campus Bad Bimbois trying to better themselves and for the lost bois and others they meet that realize getting better involves fucking up more than once or twice along the way."
You finish your spiel and wait hopefully while Samantha sits inscrutablely. After what feels like a century she calmly responds, "It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. If one student slips away, gets attacked, or Goddess forbid infects someone, then the entire institution will be at risk." You keep your head held high despite feeling the floor fall out from under you. You knew it was a risk presenting such a potentially perilous plan while trying to convince Samantha that you are ready to make wise decisions, but you don't see the point in fighting so hard, if it's just for you.
Samantha smiles and you feel ten degrees warmer and then she says, "So we will have to have you include your input on safety protocols for the board to go over. Unfortunately, you won't have as much direct contact with the quarantined students for their contribution, because you will be attending the main campus from now on." You leap across the desk and give her a great big hug and an even bigger kiss. She seems less surprised by your reaction than you are, but she probably gets it all the time.
You are too excited to worry about it, as all your energy and efforts have finally paid off...just in time for you to resume classes and fight even harder to make the most of your remaining time on main campus. Hell, at this rate, you might even graduate with honors...
But realistically, [[you're honored just to graduate->youre honored just to graduate]]You have to admit, you were skeptical of Ella's plan to buy out the Bimbabysitters Club business from Becca with a angel investment from your dad and to rename it Mommy's Bimbois and cater exclusively to a femme clientele whether bimbois or not. You weren't sure there would be enough of a market. You really weren't sure about their idea to actually partner with the SJC as an accredited career pipeline. You really reeeally didn't think it was a good idea to hire Becca back as a driver slash bodyguard slash bimbabysitter when the client is a 'bad girl' and needs to be punished.
You believed in Ella though, and so far that hasn't let you down. After a year, you are finally in the black, you are starting to see your first students from SJC complete their work study program and either move on to their next step on the journey or stay on as fulltime Mommy's Bimbois, and Becca is down to only about one human resources violation a week...and all of them are eventually dismissed when the complainant reveals she begged Becca to bully her in the first place.
You are starting to suspect that Abigail being the school liaison for all HR complaints with partner organizations is causing Becca to submit the complaints herself. They make a cute, if terrifying couple. More than once you have let them talk Ella and you into a double date that 'absolutely 100% guaranteed will NOT end in a public fourway fuckfest', and more than once has that football been pulled away at the last moment as a heated trivia game at a pub ends up with Becca bullying you and burying her new pierced cock inside you, the spikes shredding so sweet and taking your blissgasm to the next level while Ella 'defends your honor' by fucking Abby so hard you they call the cops and report you for a hate crime. And Becca always 'absolutely 100% guarantees that she won't ask to borrow the cops cuffs and show them what a real hate crime looks like', and you are always surprised how quickly they agree. You've been driven home in the back of a paddy wagon and cuffed and stuffed more than once, but you suppose some mistakes are worth making over and over again.
Luckily, between the two of you, Ella and you can usually keep wild Becca just tame enough to keep a roof over your head, but wild enough to keep you on your toes. Not that you were at a risk of boredom. Keeping as many as a dozen degenerate dickgirls from burning down your house is an uphill battle every day. You rent your old house from your dad in a lease to own payment plan that you hope to close out by the end of next year. This probably isn't the career path he planned for you, but then again he probably didn't plan on moving in with a bimboi you affectionately call 'Mommy'...which never fails to make him blush...and Ella's eyes narrow to suspicious slits.
Not that Ella is overly possessive. It would be hard for them to be when you are constantly surrounded by lusty ladies trying to seduce you or Ella. You both agreed from the beginning that it would be unprofessional and potentially abusive to indulge their attempts to 'suck up' to the bosses, but you have to admit, having them try that much harder is a constant temptation...constantly lifting their skirts to ask if you can check if they remembered to wear panties that morning (spoiler alert: they never do), bringing a fellow Mommy's Bimboi and asking Ella if they can show them how good they've gotten at kissing before asking if Ella can give any 'hands on' pointers...or just flat out falling to their knees and begging you both to be their 'fuck family'...it's keeps you with the constant horny hum even without the piercings.
You think you lose more staff to them realizing the only way they will ever fuck either of you is if they leave the company and hire one or both of you on the premium package. Ella argued from the beginning that it showed solidarity to do the same job as everyone else when the pay made it worth the time away from the office. Why they thought you needed to be convinced to fuck for money is beyond you, but you let Ella win that 'argument' by making them promise to do to you whatever they did to the client, and vice versa. You've discovered some kinks you never knew you had, and with you that's saying a lot. Then again, with the time your ex-employees turned paying clients spent fantasizing over you, it's no wonder so many of their requests are warped and wild.
You suppose they get their moneys worth because you both get repeat customers. You almost feel guilty knowing they never get the best either of you have to offer. Not sexually of course, that's something Ella and you always proudly put all your effort into...and often the clients put all their effort and then some into you, but that's the best you have to offer.
The best is still making Ella snort laugh at the same dumb dick joke you would have made in high school...okay, grade school. The best is still feeling your heart race when she holds your hand. The best is sneaking off to Dinoverse and going up to King Rex, only to be too tired to fuck and holding each other and watching the sunset instead...and then fucking after you get locked in the park and get turned on by having the rotting raptor statues stare at you. The best is knowing Ella never stopped believing in you even when you didn't always believe in yourself. The best is reading the letters she delivered to you every day in quarantine that the school didn't show you until they were sure you wouldn't break out to be with her. The best is being happy and healthy and whole and sharing that with your best bestie with benefits in the whole wide world.
And the best is yet to come. Samantha Jenkins herself is asking you to expand your business to other cities as the girls coming out of your program are better prepared for life on their own than any other partnership they've tried, and the ones that stay on love their job and earn stock options in your growing empire. You are helping prevent other lost souls make the same mistakes you did and offering support and unconditional love when they make new ones you never even thought of. Ella's been droppong hints about popping the question...and you've dropped hints about theirs and hers matching cock rings.
You never imagined yourself as a mom to a bunch of barely legal bimbois. You never imagined yourself as a successful co-owner of a business. You never imagined yourself as anything successful. Now you can't stop imagining what might come next. Whatever lies ahead, whatever storms you have to weather or fuck ups...likely your own...you have to fix. Whether for better or worse...you will have your best friend at your side. That's what you call...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 29: Ella)
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[[Restart!->continue]]"I'm not the kinda girl you briiiing home to daaAAAaad..." Dee and the Donnas are singing their second encore, a fan favorite, 'H@RT BRKR' and the crowd is going wild. You watch as she snarls/sings and the audience squeals and faints as she makes eye contact with them...and that's just the bois...
It's been a year on the road with Dee and her girl gang/group of semi reformed delinquents, The Donnas. They have a great look, punk grand guinol school girls with Dee as the baddest, brashest, and of course most beautiful of them all. You are the manager, roadie, agent, co songwriter, and den mother to the Donnas, or as they call you, 'the groupie'. You call them The Dee Bags, and it's a delightful lust/hate relationship that Dee loves to wind up and watch the fireworks fly. It usually ends up in a full on fuck fest where the only fists aren't used in anger and everyone ends up to spent to smart mouth you...
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"I'm the kinda girl that wiiiill do you baaAAAaad!" Dee makes everyone in the audience wish they were born a microphone when she wraps her lips around it. You don't blame them, but you know that they'll go home disappointed or end up Donna food...
The crowds weren't always this big. It seemed like most of the group's gigs where performing parties for perverts. It was a miracle if they got to finish a set before some asshole got gropey. Then, depending on Dee's mood, the vibe you got on the risk to any unwitting bois in attendance, and how long it had been since you ate. You'd either end up fighting or fucking your way out of the party. Either way, you always insisted on getting paid in advance. You caught a big break when you did a show for Beta Beta Beta, and through word of mouth, and other hungry holes, you hit it big on the sorority circuit. Then it was goodbye dive bars, hello pearl diving.
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"I'm the bitch that will break your heaaaaart..." Dee croons and the crowd bears their chests. You look out and see love notes, cross hairs, and Dee's name tattooed across breasts and chests begging to be chosen for a broken heart. If they only knew how true the lyrics are...
Dee has broken your heart at least a dozen times. Usually by getting black out drunk and letting her groupies gang bang her. Once, by asking you to help her write a love song to a chick she met a gas station while blowing her boyfriend. Twice, by forgetting you at a gig, and the rest just by being down right Diabolique. She is a creature of chaos. A demonic diva that lives for thrills and mischief...and woe be any mere mortal that summons her.
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"But I'm the bitch that got it to staaaaart!" This is where the crowd always goes crazy. Dee has worked them into a foamy froth and they are all dying for her to reach in with her bare hands and pump their racing hearts. There's not a dry eye...or pair of panties in the place. That includes yours, because as many times as Dee has broken your heart, she's healed it many times over...
You wouldn't say you tamed her, but you're no mere mortal, and you did find the right incantations to bind her. "It's the blackouts or me. You can't have both." Dee became practically a teetotaler over night with that ultimatum and is rarely so much as buzzed for fear of losing you. "If you write another love song to some other slut, I'll write my break up letter in your blood." The 'Always Amy' EP went platinum, and you still get a hard on remembering all the nights you made love under a blanket of stars to her love songs to you. "Strike two. Leave me at a gig again and you're out." She bought a brand new bus and gave you the only set of keys. She swore off groupies entirely. She started dedicating shows to 'The only woman I'll ever love. The only succubus bad enough to steal and save my soul...always Amy.' You let her know it was a good start, but that she was on a short leash. Of course, she loved that...
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"Be afraid! Cuz I'm cuuuuumin' for you! You can run, you can hide but there's nothing you can do! I put the Dee in devastation! Steal your heart without hesitation! I'm the Queen with no nation! I see you trembling...is that fear...or faaaAAAaaascinatiooooooon?" The chorus kills every time. And it should, you wrote it after all. Though your true pride of authorship lies in the merchandising contracts you drew up with your label. It's made enough money for everyone in the band that Dee and you could retire tomorrow and live high on the hog the rest of your life. The Donnas? Maybe a month or two max...
It's a wild life, and a damned hard one. You wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Live fast, die old, and still leave a good looking corpse. You have your whole lives ahead of you and you know that even if you did retire tomorrow, it wouldn't calm Dee down a bit. Then again, that's what you love so much about her. You can be your wildest with her and she with you, and you will watch each others backs and lick each others wounds. You both have enough forgiveness in you to get you through the hard times, and enough sense in you to call each other out on bullshit before it gets too deep. It's like falling in love with a fallen angel or is that flying in love?
Fuck...you better write that down...it could be a killer track. Whether you end up in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or at rock bottom, you and the queen of the underworld will never stop inspiring each other, loving each other, and fighting for each other as long as you live. You'd never put this in a love song for fear of sounding too corny, but life with Dee is definitely your personal...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 27: Dee)
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[[Restart!->continue]]A year has passed and you cannot believe how much has changed. You live in a cramped closet sized apartment that costs most of your combined student loans on the corner of Stabbington Lane and Gunwound Way. You both work menial jobs surrounded by millions of other assholes that are just as stressed and close to snapping as you. You are barely passing half your classes and bombing the rest, while Sasha gets straight A's of course. It's cold and rainy all the time, except when it's blistering hot and there is no air conditioning. Every day seems like this impossible ordeal and you can't believe you have survived this long and wouldn't put money down, not that you have any, that you'll make it through another year.
And you are happier than you have ever been in your entire life...
It's strangely fulfilling after a lifetime of hiding from the world to find yourself out in the thick of it. Sure, you are almost constantly coming up short, finding an ever expanding list of ways to fuck up, and making friends with failure over and over, but everyday you find the strength to keep trying, and you have never been prouder of yourself. Plus, you've got a ginormous goddess of a girlfriend that can literally pick you up and give you a piggy back ride any time you are feeling down.
Sasha is your rock. You feel safe with her, and not just because she can step on almost anyone who would try to hurt you. She's literally seen you at your lowest, but somehow, she still looks up to you. She calls you her 'little dragon slayer' and tells you she is in awe of how you manage to stay so optimistic in spite of everything being awful pretty much all the time. You call her 'goddess, princess, your majesty-, and when you've been extra good...she let's you call her 'ma'am.'
You have a complicated relationship to be sure. It has taken Sasha a long time to fully trust you, but then again, it's taken you even longer, and some days you are grateful for her watching over you from way up high so you relax and take a break from watching yourself. That said, it's getting harder and harder to remember the last time you were tempted to backslide. Most days you actually like yourself too much to let yourself down, and the few days you don't, you love Sasha too much to hurt her again.
It doesn't hurt that she makes love to you everytime like she did that first night. You can spend hours just kissing and caressing and still finding new ways to make love to each others beautiful bodies followed by a white hot supernova of fiery, almost frightening fucking that hurts so good you almost always end up crying tears of joy...knowing your goddess would never take it too far...knowing she will kiss your tears away and let you suck them off her lips and tongue as you recreate the Big Bang every night.
Then every morning you wake up next to her and it's like waking up next to an angel. Only, you are pretty sure you aren't allowed to give angels a quick wake up blowie, but if she's not telling her boss upstairs, you won't. And if sometimes your quick suck leads to a slow tongue tour up her towering torso to her ample breast where you bury yourself in until you almost pass out, well that's what sick days are for. Your morning make out sessions often extend to mid afternoons being impaled on her cock as she walks around the apartment doing chores that you would complain is bullying and belittling if you weren't the one that begged her to turn you into her 'Polly Pocket pussy' in the first place.
It's like living with a mythological creature that you also get to make out with. She is so flawless and perfect, if you don't count her snoring, the way she always 'forgets' whose turn it is to do the dishes even though she never does them, her sometimes crippling anxiety, her dips down into self hate that she sometimes tries to invite you along for, and the way she mispronounces the word 'gazpacho' no matter how often she's corrected. I mean, you don't even EAT gazpacho! Still, if she wasn't flawed, she'd be too perfect. She's perfectly flawed and a little fucked up, but that just makes her a perfect match for you. You both are works in progress, and she's a masterpiece. And when you are extra good and do the dishes wearing nothing but the tiny pink apron she always says is silly, but she always ends up eating your ass while you scrub, and you feel like you are going to turn into bubbles and wash yourself away...then she let's you call her your 'Mistresspiece'.
It's a good thing she's so kind and loving, because you are such a pushover you might have ended up a pet instead of a partner. Not that you haven't spent a wild weekend or two...or twenty two...dressed up as a cat girl and curled in her lap. Most of the time, however, you make your decisions together, she builds you up and makes you feel tall on the inside, and you even get to pick what show you will snuggle up to...every other time...and you always end up picking something she probably would have picked anyway because you are just that in sync. It's frankly disgusting how sweet the two of you are together, but it almost feels like an act of defiance to be so open and earnest and mushy and madly in love in a world that is so hard and cold and seemingly ceaselessly celebrating its cruelty.
You aren't willing to go so far as to say that makes you a hero...but Sasha says it for you, and you say it for her, and you both believe in each other so much that you almost believe in yourselves. You look forward to every day in a miserable city...in a callous state...in a heartbreakingly hostile country because every day ends up in her arms...and occasionally riding around on her shoulders. That is, until you start making Master Blaster jokes, and she tosses you on the nearest furniture and gently fucks the sass out of you.
It's a hard life. You might not make it after all. You are days from dropping out if of school and always a week away from eviction. You still have no clue what to do with the rest of your life or what your back up career will be if you never pick a first choice career. You can't help but worry what will happen if you have to move back home like all the other small town suckers who couldn't hack it. You don't see the light at the end of the tunnel, and if you ever do, it will probably mean a train is barrelling towards you.
And as you watch your goddess sleep, just waiting to give her a little more time before you wake her with a kiss...and then another for her cock...you think to yourself...I've survived worse than the train and whatever horrors it's hauling. You look at your perfectly imperfect for really real dream woman and you think to yourself for the first time...'I deserve this happy ending. I'm going to keep doing everything I can to deserve it. I'm going to keep fighting with all my heart to hold on to our happiness and God Herself better get the fuck out of my if She has different plans for us...'
And you keep fighting, and you know, the two of you were meant for each other. Even if things don't turn out the way you hope, you'll be fine. After all, any life lived with your lover is a life worth living, and any ending will always end with the words...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 26: Sasha)
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You never expected the blonde bookworm would be the one you fell for, but you suppose it's just part of her charm to wriggle in the cracks of your armor and find her way to your heart with her relentless optimism and guileless glee. You chose her as a roomie a year ago precisely because she seemed the least likely to lasso your heart. It had been a tough journey, and you needed a rest before giving away your whole damn heart again so soon.
You should have known you couldn't stop your heart from staying wide open and waiting for love or that no matter how many 'ground rules' you and Greta set to keep orderly boundaries, that things would get sticky and messy soon enough. You fall in love too easy, and you learned fast that Greta is a lot more lovable than her deceptive dorkiness would lead you to believe.
The 'No fucking your roommate' rule was the first to go, and on the first night to boot. You had made it all day without too much struggle, though seeing her full figure jiggle as she helps unpack makes it hard to not at least sneak a squeeze. You reminded yourself over and over that you picked Greta because she had the least amount of history among the girls at school, but that just makes you more unprepared for how much beauty she is hiding under fake glasses and frumpy clothes. It's when she dresses up that she really allows her star to shine, and so when she asks you to help zip up her Six of Nine bodysuit you end up breaking rule number one three times in one go, and she shows a suprisingly delightful dominant streak and breaks it four over the long, loving night.
Still, sex is one thing and love is another. If you fell in love with everyone you fucked, you'd be in an even sorrier state than normal. So rule number two, 'No kissing!' was paramount to avoid catching feels. You managed better with that one, going two whole days without a peck. Then she had to go and dress up as Lord Loathe, the Lustvian dictator that rules with an actual iron fist and the most bewitching cowl and bondage mask. Maybe it was you inner submissiveness taking hold, maybe it was the thrill of playing with a crossdressed cutie that could boi better than most men, maybe it was just how rosy red and ripe her luscious lips looked framed by the black leather and crimson cloth. Whatever the reason, you broke that rule hard and never looked back.
Rule number three was the game changer, though at the time, 'No pet names' seemed like an easy and minor hurdle to step over. You stumbled hard one morning when Greta woke you up wearing a Wonderous Woman one piece that seemed painted on her body. You quickly learned that's because it literally was when you went to feel her fabric and felt warm, yielding flesh. Maybe it was her Ropes of Honesty that loosened your lips, or more likely her Sword of Justice spearing you from behind, but once you moaned, "My little Amaze'on!" the rule was broken and so was your armor.
Since that day, Greta doubled her efforts to get you to break your rules and let her in completely. Number four, 'No public displays of affection' went away the same day when she lured you to the local horror club dressed as the Sinobite King, Prickhead, named, of course for the spikes sticking out of his crown like a horrifying halo. Maybe it was how handsome she looked in her red rubber pierced priest's garb, or maybe how sexy you felt as her Sinobite Queen, Lustica, named, of course for how fucking sexy your plunging dress and plethora of piercings looked. Whatever the reason, you couldn't stop holding her hand, sneaking strokes to her cock, and necking like newlyweds to the point that all the nerds in the club kept asking who Greta's new girlfriend was...
And just like that, it was you. One day you were roomies with benefits but boundaries, and the next the rules where out the door and your walls fallen to dust. Greta planted her flag on the heart of your kingdom and you planted your tongue in her mouth, all while dressed in matching Suckubus Schoolslut Uniforms from some obscure porn game called Hela University. You didn't really care about the lore, but your little Amaze'on got so adorkably animated explaining it, that she awakened the inner nerd in you. Soon, she had you dressing up just as often as her, and you lost yourself so completely in the characters that you didn't realize you were falling madly in love with this geek with a thousand faces.
Then you had to go and ask, "Maybe you could dress up as something super hot and slutty for our date tonight?" You had demolished rule seven, 'No dating your roomie', dozens of time by this point, but you were about to break the first unspoken rule of Greta's. She gleefully guessed a Whorewolf, and you answered "No." Gon Soku? "Nope." The Bimbodook? "Hmm, raincheck but no." Finally she gave up and you asked, "Will you dress up as Greta for me? You know, the blonde bombshell I get glimpses of between costume changes and hidden away in your Kent Clarkson disguise by day?"
That's when Greta opened up to you. How she had always been drawn to cosplay as a way to explore the forbidden, especially her ever growing conclusion that she was a girl at least 90% of the time and a 'them' the rest. She shared how freeing it was to meet a fellow explorer in Fiona, but her first girlfriend left her because she thought Greta was too 'boring and childish' out of costume. She broke down walls you didn't know she had, because they were invisible like the Gun Wytch Bladonetta's and told you she had this horrible crush on you which grew into a painful puppy love when you became roomies and evolved into a harrowing affection as you started breaking your own rules and now she was strangled by a terrifying love for you that she knew you didn't share.
You couldn't keep her out of your heart a second longer. You took her into your arms and held her tight, confessing, "Oh, Greta, it's because I was scared of loving you too soon and too hard that I kept you at arm's length. You were just too clueless and cute to keep away. I was amazed by your ability to transform into all these different characters, but what worried me the most was how hard I'm falling for the beautiful swan disguising herself as an ugly duckling. So let's make one last rule. I promise to be honest about how crazy I am about you from now on, and you promise to share the real Greta with me between all our dress up and role playing."
It was the only rule you never ended up breaking. Greta would wake you in the morning with a kiss, and maybe a hot sausage for breakfast. Greta would walk with you hand and hand to class, practically snapping necks with her brainy bimbo look of tight short dresses with just a bit of disguise in the glasses, because some flair is authentically her. Greta would take you on dates and walk you back to the dorm and make sweet love with you...and then fuck you like you bullied her in grade school and she's getting payback with her prick. Greta would joke and laugh and make painfully awkward meme references that somehow were still cute the thousandth time around. Greta would dress up with you and play different roles, but now that you knew the Amaze'on actress behind them, the games were all the more immersive and exciting.
It's been a year since you moved in with the mousey minx you weren't worried about catching feelings for and today you are moving in an off campus apartment with Greta and working towards building a life together. She plans to sell the outfits she designs and try to start getting design work on live action projects once she finishes her degree, and you plan to pick a major by the time you finish yours. You know you'll figure it out soon enough. After all, you have a knack for making all the right mistakes.
You smile as you watch Greta unpacking boxes in her tight yoga pants and tiny tube top barely holding in her bountiful, bouncy breasts. You know you will be breaking in the bed before the boxes get unpacked. It's for the best, you don't want her finding the matching Bride of Satanna outfits you bought to wear on your wedding day. You know you aren't supposed to buy the dresses before the other bride has said, 'I do', but you have learned to love being a rule breaker. The life you have is so much better than anything you ever planned, and you plan to keep Greta's heart kissably close to yours, now and forever. After all, this may not be a fairytale ending, but it is your personaL...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 25: Greta)
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[[Restart!->continue]]You thought you were going on vacation when you decided to crash with Bunny and Buffy for the summer. After all, you had big plans to room with one of your friends and lovers, but it was so hard to choose who to pick, and you decide to buy time by taking the summer off to spend with vain bimbo Bunny and rich bitch Buffy...or is it the other way around? It's not like you were going to fall in love with some beach bums, right?
"So you can have your own wing, but Bunny and I were really hoping you'd stay in the Master Bedroom with us." Buffy said the first day. She wore a insanely skimpy bikini, and you soon learned she rarely wore that much. Bunny wore board shorts and nothing else. Seeing his breasts just hanging loose and lusciously and his boner tent his shorts made even an exhibitionist like you self conscious. "Don't worry about Bunny, Amy. He's just a happy himboi with breasts is all. He'll calm down once he drains his balls or gets his holes stuffed. If that's too much for your first night, I can always take care of my beach Bunny."
You didn't want to be a rude guest, and you definitely weren't worried about getting too attached to this hung hunk of himbo. You decided when in Rome, to have a threeway, or however that saying goes. In seconds the three of you were in the outfits you'd come to wear most often, bare assed and wearing only spurts and squirts as accessories. Bunny fucked you with the eagerness and speed of a his namesake, but with a stamina that put marathon runners to shame. Buffy mostly watched at first, but when you got fucked so good you started mewling like a kitten, she couldn't resist giving you a pet and letting you play with her pussy.
What began as a quick attempt to take care of Bunny and drain his balls so he could calm down, ended up in an eighteen hour three way fuck fest. When Bunny was out of breath, Buffy whispered wetly in your ear how he likes it when you bite the back of his neck when you pound his prostate. You didn't want to ignore friendly advice, and it's not like you could get hooked on his bubble butt, so you gave it a try and had Bunny speaking in tongues and spurting all over himself. Moments later, you learned that you also like to have the back of your neck bitten when you get your pussy plowed as Buffy slipped into a strap on...her most frequently worn accessory...and fucked the cum out of you and into Bunny.
This was followed by an hour long shower where all three of you gave each other full body tongue baths before you even turned on the spray. Your kisses turned hungrier as you traded between soft and alternatively surrendering and forceful Bunny and more playful and teasing and always in control Buffy. Kissing turned to sucking turned to biting turned to licking turned to plunging your tongue between Buffy's hot, wet folds while Bunny ate her ass like it was ice cream in the desert. After you tasted Buffy explode on your tongue...and all over your face...and up your nose, you were worried you had already acquired an addicting taste for her. After Bunny switched with you and you found her ass even more edible, you knew you were hooked.
Still, it was just sex. Sure, it was the kind of wild, unhinged, beastial rutting you loved along with just enough playfulness and affection to keep it fun and friendly, but it's not like you wanted to marry the brat beauty or become soul bonded to the beach bum. It's not like they could keep up that pace everyday. They had to have to do something else all day...didn't they?
You found out fast that they absolutely did not. Buffy was born richer than God and she made more in interest than the GDP of most nations. She floated through her days like a friendly ghost. She could go anywhere she wanted, do anything she wanted without fear of consequence, and fuck and feast and party all day, everyday. Bunny's ambitions never extended beyond nailing the next wave...or next bimboi, babe, or beefcake Buffy brought home as a party favor.
At first, that's all you thought you were too...a human accessory or a self maintaining sex toy, and you were honestly relieved for the simplicity and ease of use of the relationship. What was Buffy to you but a pretty face, a tight pussy, and an all expenses paid pass to a life of privilege? Surely you would get bored of them and the parade of playmates they seem to pass through your pad without every leaving a lasting mark save for the occasional stain that doesn't come out. Even then it just means replacing some curtains. Though, you did start to wonder why they kept you around when they seem to get bored with everyone else.
Maybe it was because whether you were curled at Buffy's feet in a cuddle circle, or sawing in and out of Buffy's tight, wet pussy while Bunny plows her ass, or just lying around zonked out on designer drug and top dollar drinks, you just can't help but put yourself into it 100%. You tried to be laid back and go with the flow like a good flighty flake, but it's that extra, almost imperceptible amount of pressure when you lean into a big spoon while pulling the little spoon in tighter. It's the way you can't fake a laugh to save a life, and you can't seem to stop laughing at the combination of Bunny's puppy dog easy amiability and Buffy's scathing snark...which is almost always self deprecating. You can't even stop yourself from giving an appreciative kiss to Bunny's cock or Buffy's clit everytime they cum. You just didn't want to be rude, but you learned too late how lovable you are.
Worse than that...you realized that you had fallen for your roomies with benefits long after you had a chance to nip it in the bud. You can't quite put your finger on when...maybe the moment Buffy was feeling especially Mistress-y and spanked the spurts out of you and Bunny kissed your rosy red welts before they had time to heal?
Maybe when you and Bunny got so high and horny and made a game of seeing who could make the other cum more times and Buffy got so desperately horny having to look but not touch that she ordered delivery just so the girl could eat her out while she ate in? Maybe when Buffy bathed you on your birthday, giving herself to you as a slave girl for a day because she wanted the gift to mean something and she just always bought you whatever you wanted anyway? Or maybe the card that Bunny made by scribbling out 'Condolences' on a funerary wreath and writing 'Hap! Bday Dude!' over it?
It's a strange kind of love. It's almost purely physical, but in a really communicative way? You barely talk about anything meaningful, but you don't really feel like you are missing much. Buffy is an open book, but not a long one. Bunny is a picture book, with a really great pop up feature. Neither of them would have been your first choice to fall for, but Buffy is always caring, even though she never has to be. She treats you like her girlfriend, not a toy. All her guests treat her like a meal ticket and she treats them like a meal in return. With Bunny and you, she pays back love with love, and everything else she gives for free.
Bunny is the smartest himbo you know. He is always in the moment, mostly because he forgets almost everything and can't plan ahead, but he can immediately read a situation and go from boyish charm to bouncer cool in a breath if he needs to. He is a gentle, generous soul who would give you the shirt off his back, even though he only owns one and only because 'the man'...read 7/11...makes him wear one. You can't imagine anyone will ever love you as purely and passionately and protectively, but never possesively, as Bunny loves you. You never in a million years imagined you would fall in love with a man, but then again, Bunny is one in a million.
You never made a speech, or a promise, or had to put much in words. You say 'I love you' of course, but rarely out loud. You say it in the hickey you give Buffy as you beast fuck her. She says it in the way she shivers when you moan 'Ma'am' inside her quivering quim. Bunny says it in the way he chews his bottom lip when you play frot fight and you know he is about to cum first and you can tell he can't make up his mind whether he wants to 'lose' and have to finish you off any way he wants or win and have you do it to him...even though you always let him pretend he won after he finishes you off.
You might not change the world this way, or become a better butterfly version of you like you imagined with so many choices ahead of you at graduation, but you love who you are right now, you love your lovers and you love your life. Maybe someday you will move on to something new and dangerous and possibly fulfilling. Maybe you will all put Buffy's fortune to good use and help out the less fortunate. Maybe your passions will cool and you will need to look for another heart or hearts to share yours with. But yesterday...today...and almost certainly tomorrow are all like living and loving in paradise. You know nothing lasts forever, but until it does, every single day is your...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 28: Bunny and Buffy)
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[[Restart!->continue]]You never have a dull day at the office. How could you when your coworker is as wild, weird, and winsome as Abigail is? Everytime you think you've got her pegged, she finds a way to surprise you as much as she did when you discovered she was a double agent delinquent, not the least of which was when despite her shriveled shaft, and clear preferences as a bottom she started pegging you with a double ended dildo as a reward for a particularly productive day as her co-counselor.
Or the time she assigned you Slade's case with a shrug and a smirk. You remember asking if it was another test only to, of course, get an enigmatic, "Isn't everything?" You were sorely tempted to punish Slade for all the hurt and humiliation he heaped on you for years, culminating in that one awful night, but what surprised you more than anything once you had him in your office, trembling with trepidation, was how little you felt for him. Your life was going better than ever, and he was stuck in stasis, blaming everyone for his problems but himself. Besides, what else could you do to him? He was locked up...in more ways than one, surrounded by people he both hated and hungered for, and his very inability to look inward ensured he would never see the light of day. You gave it your all, but you had already learned the hard way...in more ways than one, that people have to want to be saved. You marked his file as 'No Progress' and moved on to the souls you could save, never giving him another thought.
You were busy enough just trying to figure out Abby. As open and honest as she is, there always seems to be another facet. One day she will be 'like totes all airheady and like stuff' and practically daring you to lift her short skirt and fuck her over the desk while you are undercover as Bad Bimbois in the quarantine campus...which, of course you do. You never miss a chance to 'fall' for her tricks. That wild, unhinged boundary free fucking that is bestial and brutal and yet always somehow transcends ugliness. She draws out the worst in you, and shows it love too. When you ask her if she does that for you or for her she answers cryptically, "Yes."
Sometimes she'll do the exact opposite, usually when she's wearing one of her tight turtlenecks or button up silk blouses you can't fathom fitting her H cups. Abby will ask you point blank, "How would you fuck me, right now, this instant, if you could do whatever you wanted to me and I would eagerly agree to anything you ask?" It was overwhelming at first, but soon you realized she was being entirely earnest with you. You didn't know you were still a little uptight when it came to talking about sex until you had to say out loud that you wanted her to fist you while you fucked her tits or that you wanted to wrestle her no holds barred winner take all...and boy did she take all...which only made the rematch that much more exciting.
It was one of those times you decided to get clever and ask, "What if instead of fucking, you just tell me your life story?" Abby smiled slyly and then spun a tale that started when she was a small child born in an almost literal Hell and how she learned which demons she could tame, which she needed to flee, and which she had to kill. You learned of her confusion with gender, sexuality...even sanity was murky at times. You learned of lost loves and friends found and got a new perspective on the night you made the worst mistakes of your life when she tells you she fell in love with you then and there and was heartbroken thinking she lost you to your own self hatred. When she was finished you held each other and cried and you asked why she never told you that before.
"You never asked." Abby answered matter of factly, and from then on you asked her everything. Favorite color? "Mood ring" Favorite food? "Angel food cake. Or Devil's food cake. Wait I mean ass." Do you have any other voices you do other than sarcastic, office professional, or bubblegum sweet? "Well, ah guess that depahnds on who's askin', lil' filly." Do you love me? "Come on, sweetie, you know the answer to that." Is there anything I should know about you sexually? "We're both so flexible that we can eat our own asses, suck our own cocks, or any number of pretzel like play together."
Needless to say, you got a lot of practice twisting into knots with Abby that night. You wrapped around each other like snakes mating and experience perverse pleasures beyond your already expansive experiences. By the time you were satiated, the light of dawn was breaking into your window and stealing away any chance of sleep before another 'gruelling' day going undercover.
Not to say that the work isn't hard...and long...and that you don't endure a punishing, pounding pace, but you get the added benefit of being able to sleep in class, suck off bullies in the bathrooms for a wakeup jolt, and then cut the rest of the day to fuck around...often literally...and it's all part of 'establishing your cover'. Ironically, you learned you make much more progress when you genuinely embrace your dirtbag deviant self destructive side than when you fake it.
You used to think growth meant you would rid yourself of your more odious and icky urges, but if Abby taught you one thing it's that some parts of us stay broken, but we can move the shards around to be armor one moment and a shiny lure the next. The more you get to know yourself, the more you realize you're just almost as multi-faceted and mysterious as the elusive Abby. You remember when you reached a breakthrough moment with one of your more troubled charges, a Victim Vixen named Krissy, and she asked you, "So, be honest Miss Amy, is that little baby voice you do when you were getting bullied with me for real? Or is your 'I will fuckin' murder you and cum doing it' voice you used on the bitch blackmailing me the real one? Or is it the laid back, hippy dippy flow you get in your office."
You, of course, answered an ambiguous, "Yes." and wondered if your newly reformed rebel would one day answer the same to someone else. You carry that question with you as you watch Krissy, and many other students Abby and you counseled this year go from struggling to survive to blossoming and branching out. By the time Krissy walks as the Valedictorian, she is already different girl than the one you met trading blowjobs for cigarettes. You never did find out where she got all those cigarettes to pay bullies to let her blow them, but it's just one of many mysteries you have had to accept not knowing. The most pressing lately is why they chose YOU of all people to give the commencement address this year.
You stand over a sea of smiling faces, a smattering of proud parents, and a far larger, realer family surrounding students that are graduating. You look down at your notes...'illustrious institution...hallowed halls...grateful graduates...' and in addition to your overuse of alliteration, you realize it isn't what you really want to talk about. Instead, you look at the love of your life, giving you a quizzical look back and say, "I just want to give you one piece of advice that I think will do more for you than algebra or history or any other bullshit...no offense to our proud professors. See, there I go with the alliteration again."
You get a much bigger laugh than you expected, which tells you that you really should cut down on the alliteration. You continue confidently, "Love yourself the way I love Ms. Abigail. That's it. It will the hardest thing you ever do and it won't get any easier. No offense, Abby, but oh my God, can you be like totes a bitch to figure out. You are teasing and toying and so fucking amazing that it's worth the pain of trying to know you. And I'm never going to stop, even though I know I'll never crack the case. There's just too much of you to know all of you at once. And you taught me that I'm the same way. We all are. The moment we decide we can fit inside a nice clean box is the moment we stagnate and start to atrophy. We have to keep growing and shifting and shedding the suffering we can, and learning to use the scar tissue where we can't. Just love all of yourself the way I love Abby. Sure, she's a bitch...but then again, so am I. So are you. We are all flawed and fucked up...and family. I love all you misfit toys. Love yourselves. Don't ever let anyone try to fix you. Just keep bursting through and growing out of the cracked concrete of your upbringing and flower. You will wilt and wither at times, but seasons pass and you will rise again if only to say to yourself, FUCK YOU! I AM AMAZING AND I WILL NEVER STOP LOVING ME!"
You can barely hear over the deafening din of applause. You smile, knowing tomorrow you will be laughing with Abby at a cordially worded email praising the speech but asking if next time you can avoid profanity just like Abby did last year. You sit back on stage as the procession of grateful graduates begins and lock eyes with your lover from across the auditorium. You can see how proud she is of you, can see that you made her blush a little...a hard feat to be sure. You can see her love for you...and something you can't quite put your finger on...
And then...she winks at you, and you know you'll never tire of trying to solve her mystery. And you know, somewhere deep inside, that this is your...
Happily Ever After
(Ending 30: Abigail)
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[[Restart!->continue]]You can't believe you actually pulled it off! You came up with a way for everyone to move in together and form a polycule commune. It took a lot of discussion, a lot more compromise, and lots and lots of buttering them up, rubbing them down, and lovin' them back up again, but in the end, everyone is one big happy family.
Sure there were challenges. Everyone missed Sasha like crazy when she went off to school, but after a semester, she was able to return and complete the rest of her degree online. She returned with a stronger resolve than ever, but she's still by far the softest kisser in the house.
Buffy took a little while to get used to not being in charge anymore just because she gave all her money to help turn her house into a home for so many chaotic cuties, but having dozens of divas to choose from at any given moment led her to the realization that when if comes to love and life, from each according to their ability and to each according to their needs works out better for everyone.
Greta was overwhelmed at first being the wallflower in a hothouse, but in time Dee and her Donnas of all people got her to blossom. Her love of costuming took their Girl Gang/Group aesthetic to the next level, and it gave Greta enough courage to ask Dee out for a date. Of all people, she was the last you expected to make Dee fall in line, but there's a quiet strength in the mousey minx.
Ella had her hands full wrangling Becca and a slew of new bimboi babysitters, but luckily there were a lot of hands to spare. Abigail knows most of them from their time at the SJC and helps out where she can. Bunny does his best to tire them out by serving as a seemingly inexhaustible love doll and puppy dog. Most of all, Joy, who almost everyone prefers to call Mom, helps keep everyone from killing each other or burning down the house. You were sorry that things didn't work out with your dad and Joy, but she really was more woman than he was ready to handle, and at least he started to use his heart again in the process. You know he'll get there someday, and in the meantime, 'Mom' is having the time of her life.
You on the other hand, only have one major problem. Of all the throuples and quads and primaries and other ever shifting arrangements, one thing remains constant...everyone wants a piece of you. It's a pretty good problem to have as far as 'challenges' go, but it has required you to get creative in terms of scheduling...
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Monday is 'Mother's day'. Joy does a lot for the commune, from the emotional labor of dozens of degenerate disasters at shifting stages of emotional maturity, to helping coach the chore adverse to become productive members of the household, to being the most sought after woman in the house. Her relationship schedule makes yours look like a child's and so she asks for one day a week with no claims on her time. You scheduled the same for yourself on Monday, so you often spend at least the evening together.
Joy is a...well joy to be around. She has the patience of a person twice her age, which no one actually knows. Save a wry crinkle around the eyes when she laughs...which is often, and the Rubenesque rolls of her soft stomach and hefty hips, you would think she was as young as any of you. She tells you that she sees a lot of you in her, or as she put it, "You're me if I made even more mistakes earlier instead of spreading them out over the years." That, and the fact that you are one of the only ones in the house that doesn't call her mom, has forged a special bond between you.
She does allow you the occasional exception. Every so often...after you've put out the latest fire together and turn into her room...the smallest in the house of course...you will climb under the covers and cuddle close. Most nights you turn to face her and take your time exploring her body as she teaches you step by step how to share heights of ecstasy that make your wet dreams seem dull in comparison. But some nights you feel a special need and you snuggle close as the little spoon and Joy knows it's time to put on her 'Mommy' hat and hold you close while you coo and cuddle and slowly shift your ample ass against her cock until she fucks you into bed.
Either way, you always wake up smiling and ready to face the day...
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Tuesday is all Ella's. It is the one day they can lay exclusive claim to your time. Which, of course, in practice means you spend most of it dealing with bratty bimbaysitters and wild buck Becca. You see a lot of yourself in the wild women working for an exclusively femme clientele now, mostly in their insistence on trying out every possible way to fuck up, at least once. One day it's Krissy breaking up with Jordan after she slept with Becky, which made Jessie jealous because xe is going steady with Becky and has a crush on Krissy, and the whole thing only started in the first place because Jordan and Krissy love make up sex more than anything.
Becca is at least two handfuls herself. She never met a rule she didn't love to break, and she treats hearts with about as much care. Still, all of the bimbabysitters think of her as their pet project. She's made a little progress in the year you've all shacked up together, and with everyone's help, she might grow up by the time the next century arrives. That chaos brings an excitement with it, and when she pins you to a wall and asks if you've been a good girl, you still flashback to your first fumbling fuck and more often than you are proud to admit, you sneak her into a closet for a quickie.
Ella on the other hand, is a rock. They are always so adaptable, so able to see the problems hiding under the surface, and so endlessly forgiving. They also feel everything so keenly. In front of their charges, Ella shows tenderness, but no weakness. Tuesdays is their day to let the rest of the house handle her hellions and just relax and feel like a kid again with their best friend and lover...you.
Whether sneaking off to the roof to smoke and suck, taking a field day to Dinoverse to puff and poke, or going on an actual grown up date with their girl, Ella still has their goofy fuck up fun side to her, and you are proud to be one of the privileged few to see it. You never get over how far you've both come from two kids cowering in their rooms, and you know that one way or another, you will continue on in your journeys together, if not in the flesh, then definitely in your hearts...
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Wednesday is wild...every damned week. Dee is always a cyclone in a china shop, shattering expectations as well as breaking hearts, bruising egos, and busting heads if things get rowdy. You can't seem to corral her no matter what you do, and her band of misfit sex toys, The Donnas of Dee and The Donnas, are just as incorrigible.
Really, you wouldn't have it any other way. They keep you on your toes and remind everyone that visibility is the best armor. With their albums going multiplatinum and helping fund your unhoused bimboi outreach and making your commune so famous there are SJC affiliated satellites popping up all over the world, you can't ask for more in the promotion department.
Besides, you get your very own rockstar to play groupie with. Something about the way she pretends to treat you like just another one of her fans, to share you with the dickbag Donnas before she takes you back to her room and acts all aloof and alluring...it his that squirmy submissive part of you that still makes you simmer and spurt.
The real thrill is the weekly will you or won't you call her on her shit, cut her down to size, and then grudge fuck her the way she did with you that first night in your dorm. Honestly, it depends as much on your energy level as anything else. And lately, she's been toying with you and testing you less and less. You hate to admit it, but it's a little hard seeing her grow up, but you're happy it's Greta that made it happen.
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Thursday is Greta's day, and boy does she get her time's worth. Not that you blame her, she is one of the only women in the commune in an almost exclusive relationship. You were surprised at first that the shy, soft spoken sweety was the one to claim diabolical Dee for her very own, with you as the one exception, but the more you got to know her, the more you learned she was capable of more than anyone knew.
First she designed the outfits for Dee and the Donnas, upgrading their Bad Bimboi brand by infusing Dee's Gothic Lolita look and using her cosplay skills to differentiate each Donna with their own signature make up. Then, she started her own reversible clothing line. Loose and baggy and boyish on one side, and girly and glittery and able to cinch tight on the other. It's perfect for the kids like her, desperate to explore their sparkly side but not safe to do so for so long. All of the outfits are free, as are her cosplay first aid kits she sends out to struggling geek girls. You couldn't be more proud of her, well except when she gives you a private fashion show in her room.
You and Dee are her only playmates, but she turns into countless cuties from every fandom to make you both feel like you are getting gangbanged by one girl. It's filthy fun and pure erotic escapism, but as exciting as it is, your favorite part of the night is when she takes off her outfit and you get to share your bed with the coolest of all her characters...guileless, giddy Greta. You fall asleep in her arms, wondering how she'll surprise you next...
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Thank goodness Sasha gets you on Friday. You need a break from the craziness and the characters, and while she is almost mythical with her stunning size, statuesque figure, and silver screen star beauty, she is very much real. Gentle and loving, while still being very firm when she needs to be...and when you ask her nicely to...she navigates the minefield of harlots and heartbreakers with guile and grace.
She has made you look like a piker in the girlfriend department too. At one time or another, she's hooked up with everyone in the commune, often claiming them exclusively when she gets them in her clutches. Not that she's predatory. She is open and honest and free with her heart, wanting to experience as much of love for all the years she had to live a lie.
She's strong too, enduring all the falling outs and flameouts and fuck ups until the ones that stay with her form a loving, loyal circle of hearts that have more than enough love to share. That's the only time you get to see most of them as they are all so devoted to sublime Sasha. Not that you can blame them. You consider yourself just as lucky to be let inside her heart. You are glad she has so many friends and lovers too. Her heart is like yours, wild and wide open, and it needs a lot of company.
Bunny and Buffy are among her closest confidants. She realized even before you did that their raw physicality and easy going attitude wasn't just laziness or apathy, but a state everyone should be allowed to achieve if the world wasn't so driven by greed and guilt and ghoulish games designed to pull us apart from the inside out. Bunny and Buffy have become nudist mindfulness coaches, which given how freely they share their time and love, no one seems to mind.
You love the time you spend with Sasha and her wonderful women, it's like being in the orbit of this captivating celestial body, drawn in and burned away by the slow, steady heat of her tender caresses. You let her devour you in those soft yet hungry kisses and drink you down, until you both explode and are reborn as a new universe, one where love is celebrated instead of calculated, and sharing is considered the highest form of wealth. Then you fall asleep with her body wrapped all the way around you and dream of the paradise that exists in this bedroom, in this house, could be shared with everyone the world over...
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It's a good thing you set aside Friday to get recalibrated and centered, because Saturday is anything goes day with Abigail, and with Abby, you've learned to take that literally. You know it will be an eventful day whether it's spent bringing the girls that miss guys on a field trip to the Studded Belt to get gangbanged by rough trade that can respect boundaries, or visiting 'poor' Poppy down in isolation and giving her a little release for old times sake...then sneaking into the common area for the afternoon orgy, or just going out to rescue reckless bimbois on the bad side of town and finding a whole mess of trouble to fight or fuck your way out of. Sometimes you end up doing all three and more before the day is out, but Abby never puts you in a situation she knows she can't pull you out of, or that she knows you can't pull her out of.
In all this time, you still haven't pinned down the 'real' Abby, and yet she's always been as open and honest with you as you've been with her. She is like an open book, if that book where a Bible-length Choose Your Own Adventure. She is a mercurial minx, and a mighty one. You have accepted you will never know her completely, as she is simply too vast. What you do know is enough to be sure you will love her for life, and always be willing to go along for another wild ride with her.
Luckily for everyone, there is enough love in your happy, hedonistic household to go around. With the bimbabysitters, Abby gets to be her 'like totes' bubble brained bully bait self. Even Ella can't resist the temptation to 'force' themselves on Abby when she is in the mood to let everyone work their agression out on her.
Abby's sardonic soothing side slides in seamlessly into Sasha's inner circle. She is one of the few girls privileged enough to get alone time with the goddess almost anytime she asks. Abby even bumped you one night, but at least they let you stay and watch like a good little cuckqueen. Knowing those two, they probably planned it as a little twisted treat for you. You weren't mad of course, but you did make them promise to do it again sometime...
Abby's wild wanton pink out orgy drive gets regularly exorcised by the wilder and more free wheeling ladies of the house. It's a common sight to see Abigail retire for the day and take an entire wing's worth of women from the Donnas, Buffy and Bunny, most of the bimbabysitters club, even Joy sometimes joins in, and of course you rarely miss the opportunity to indulge in losing yourself in a sea of feminine flesh and find your friends and lovers among the tangled tongues and locked limbs.
And some Saturdays, Abigail just wants to relax and hang out with you. It always carries the undercurrent of arousal knowing that with Anything Goes Abby, she could turn on a dime and decide she wants to suck you off on a roller coaster or fuck in a cemetary or jump out of a plane with a shared parachute and see if you can spurt before you have to pull the chord so you don't splat instead. Still, it's just as exciting to spend a day just resting with her and recharging for the week to come...
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Sunday is your day. Not that being shared by and sharing the most beautiful women in the world isn't how you would choose to spend most of your days anyway, and truth be told, a lot of your free days are spent with your many lovers. It's nice to have some space to yourself, however, and enough freedom in your schedule to visit your dad, get some work done around the house, or just vibe out and take in all the beauty and complexity that surrounds you without having to participate in it.
Sunday is also family dinner day. A pot luck feast as everyone pitches in to make their favorite dishes, collaborates on new recipes together, or if their talent lies elsewhere, helps set the table, clean, or just enjoys the time together having contributed in less tangible ways. Your feasts grow as your family does, and so too does the house that holds you. Taking communal funds to add on wings when more bimbois are rescued or women that, like Buffy, are bimpositive allies come to live in this paradise on Earth. It's got its growing pains, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Sunday is also the only day you spend in your own room, but you rarely spend it alone. You still enjoy your own company at times, but you lived a lifetime locked away alone and you relish the opportunity to spend it snuggled up with a new friend or long time lover.
You can't believe you all found ways to make this clusterfuck of a commune work, and many days it seems like it's impossible to sort out the chaos and conflict, but the impossible is your specialty. You look forward to a lifetime of fucking up and failing forward and raising your freak flag so high the whole world can see it. You don't know what the world will look like, but you believe that in your wide open heart, that the whole damn world can learn to live and love as you have. After all, if someone like you can get there, you know that its possible for anyone to reach their own...
Happily Ever After, Forever
(The True Ending)
[[Acknowledgements->nowledgements]]Hey! You did it! You reached the True Ending! Thank you so much for reading all the way to this point. It means a lot to me, so thank you, reader. It's been a journey to reformat, edit, and complete this story, but it's been players like you who have kept me going. I know there's still a lot to do, but I'm proud to release this and say that we've finally reached the Beta stage!
As always, all the credid fo this amazing story goes to Testytesterton. Please, please, please go check out the original story. Show it love, and go check out some of their other stories while you're there!
Side note: I might get some flack for this but I don't care. This is a fantasy story, the things that happen in this story are not related to our reality at all. There is no such thing as a Bimboi in real life, Shemales do not exist, and being a sissy is a specific subset of fetish that does not exist in LGBTQIA+. Don't fetishize trans people, please. This is a fantasy story, and reality is much much much more complex than this silly little world. The original creator has made her thoughts very clear on this matter, and I am inclined to agree. Trans lives matter, and people who try to discount this fact, or fetishize thir existence, are the scum of society. If you don't agree, thats perfectly fine with me, people are entitled to have their own opinion. But that doesnt make it right to harass or fetishize the existence of human beings. And if you are Trans, or are questioning your gender, take the time to do some research! It's a basic human right to be able to be yourself without worrying about how other people will react. Be yourself, and don't stoop to the level of pretending to be someone you're not. It may seem hard, but theres always people who are willing and ready to help! And always, you can shoot me a message if you need someone to talk to.
Okay, sorry for that side tangent, I just felt it was needed. Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for the following updates! Images, Endings, possibly new passages, and more! And remember, love yourself, and love will find you.
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