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Two full days had slipped by since that exhausting night at the video store. Ethan’s body still carried the bruises and deep soreness from everything that had happened. Every step across his room sent a sharp reminder through his tender knees. Rawness lingered in his throat and made swallowing uncomfortable. A heavy exhaustion had settled deep into his muscles like something that refused to leave. Sleep had come only in short restless fragments. Master had given him no time to recover properly. Fresh clips and captions were required almost immediately after the session. He forced himself to film a few short follow-up videos even while his body complained with every small movement. The raw unedited footage from that long night had already gone straight to Master. He decided what would reach the public and when.

That afternoon another message appeared from Master on his screen. The video turned out excellent. Payment has been sent. The plug arrived only so the device could be tested before your session. Do not expect personal deliveries from me again. Keep posting daily. More instructions will follow soon.

Ethan opened his account and saw the deposit sitting there. The amount was not huge. It still covered some bills and left a small cushion afterward. He used part of the money to order a VR headset. The package arrived the same day. Late that evening, once the apartment had finally grown quiet, he locked his bedroom door. The lights dimmed low around him. He slipped the headset over his eyes and started a long hypno session. Soft pink spirals filled his vision right away. Feminine bodies moved in slow sensual loops across the screen. Scenes of women being used by multiple men flashed and repeated. Deep binaural beats pulsed underneath a smooth feminine voice that seemed to speak straight into the center of his mind.

You are a good girl now. You were always meant to be like this. Feel your body softening. Become eager and open for cock. Every thrust trains you deeper. You crave being filled. You need to be used. Good girls do not think. Good girls ride. Good girls obey without question. Cock is your purpose. Surrender to it completely. Let it reshape everything you are.

The commands layered over one another and repeated without mercy. Each cycle drove the words deeper into his thoughts. Ethan lubed one of his thicker dildos carefully. He straddled the toy on the edge of his bed. Then he lowered himself onto it with slow deliberate pressure. The voice continued its steady guidance while his hips began to rock gently at first. Every sensation blended together with the words pouring into his ears.

You love this feeling. You were born for this. Your clitty stays locked because real girls do not need to cum like men do.

Deeper now. Harder. Show how much you need it. Show how grateful you are to be used.

His pace gradually quickened as the session took hold. Soft moans started to escape his lips and grew steadily louder. Time seemed to dissolve completely around him. The voice guided him without any mercy. It stayed intimate and completely relentless in its instructions.

Say it out loud. Tell me what you are. I am a good girl. The whisper came first with a noticeable shake in his voice. Then it rose higher. Almost pleading now. I exist to please cock.

Greedy movements soon took complete control of his body. His hips rolled and bounced with increasing urgency while the session consumed every part of his awareness. Sweat slicked his skin and made it shine under the dim light. His breathing turned ragged and uneven. His eyes stayed fully covered by the VR headset. Without any warning the bedroom door opened.

Tyler stepped inside the room. Tall and athletic with broad shoulders he carried the easy confidence built from casual hookups and weekend basketball. Dark hair sat messy above a simple t-shirt and shorts that revealed lean muscle in his arms and legs. He stopped dead the moment he saw Ethan.

Ethan did not notice him at all at first. He kept riding the dildo with desperate rolling thrusts. Open moans filled the quiet room while the hypno audio played loud enough for every command to carry clearly. Good girls ride. Good girls obey. You need cock.

Tyler stood completely still for several long seconds. The sight held him utterly transfixed. It looked like a living porn video had suddenly materialized right there in his roommate’s bedroom. Ethan’s body glistened with sweat as he rode the thick toy with shameless hunger. His back arched sharply and pushed his chest forward while his hips rolled in slow deliberate circles. The dildo vanished completely inside him with every downward stroke. His ass cheeks flexed and released in clear rhythm. They clenched visibly around the shaft each time he lifted upward. One hand traced slowly up his own stomach. His fingers brushed lightly over his skin before he pinched one nipple between them. The twist drew a sharper louder moan from his throat. His head tilted back. His lips parted softly. His tongue flicked out to wet them as his eyes finally locked onto Tyler’s across the room.

The gaze was wide and heavy-lidded. It burned with shameless sluttiness. The expression on his face needed no words at all. Please fuck me.

Even though his body was not yet fully feminine he used every inch of it to entice Tyler without hesitation. A slow wicked smile curved his lips as he held Tyler’s stare. His tongue deliberately licked across them in a slow teasing motion. His eyes traveled up and down Tyler’s frame with open hunger. They took in the broad line of his shoulders. They followed the steady rise and fall of his chest. They lingered noticeably on the growing bulge forming in his shorts. One hand reached out to trail his fingers slowly down Tyler’s arm. Then he slid that same hand under the edge of Tyler’s shirt to feel the warm skin of his stomach beneath. His nails dug in just enough to make Tyler twitch visibly. All the while his hips kept rising and falling in that steady rhythm. His ass clenched visibly around the dildo with every single stroke. He did everything he could to make sure Tyler would remember this forever.

Tyler’s eyes dropped to the place where the dildo disappeared inside him again and again. Then they rose slowly back to his face. Something shifted visibly in Tyler’s expression. Shock mixed with sudden raw hunger.

Tyler did not step back or turn away. Instead one hand reached down toward him. He pulled Ethan off the dildo in one smooth motion. He pushed him onto his back on the bed without another word.

What followed became a long filthy marathon that stretched for hours and left the room thick with heat and the sharp smell of sex. Tyler climbed over him first and slammed into him in missionary. His hips pounded hard and deep while Ethan wrapped his legs tightly around Tyler’s waist. He pulled Tyler even deeper with every single thrust. A slow wicked smile curved his lips again as he looked up at Tyler. His tongue licked across them slowly while his hands roamed freely over Tyler’s chest and shoulders. Nails dragged lightly down his skin leaving faint red lines behind. Inner walls clenched rhythmically around Tyler’s cock as he squeezed his thighs together. His back arched sharply so his body pressed fully against Tyler’s with every movement. Loud moans escaped him with every time Tyler bottomed out inside him. One hand slipped between their bodies. His fingers stroked Tyler’s balls gently while he continued to fuck him. Then he grabbed Tyler’s ass firmly and yanked him harder into him with each stroke. The hypno haze still swirled heavily through his thoughts. Every single sensation felt electric and overwhelming.

Waves of pleasure built steadily inside him and crashed hard until he screamed out loud. His back bowed sharply off the mattress from the force of it.

Positions changed again and again as the hours stretched on. The bed creaked loudly and banged against the wall with increasing violence. Ethan pushed Tyler onto his back and straddled him in cowgirl. His ass slapped loudly against Tyler’s thighs as he bounced with hard steady rhythm. He leaned forward so his chest brushed against Tyler’s face teasingly. Then he sat straight up and rolled his hips in deep grinding circles while his heavy-lidded eyes stayed locked on Tyler’s the entire time. Both hands pressed down against Tyler’s chest for leverage as he sped up into short frantic bounces. His breath hitched in his throat with every movement. His thighs began to shake visibly from the effort. He licked his lips once more in that slow teasing way.

The wicked smile returned to his face. One hand reached back to spread his cheeks wider so Tyler could watch every inch of his cock sliding in and out of him. The mental fog from the hypno made him feel strangely detached yet hyper-aware at the same time. His body no longer felt completely like Ethan’s. It felt built for exactly this kind of use. Fresh powerful shudders tore through his core with that realization.

Tyler thrust upward to meet his rhythm but Ethan kept the control anyway. He switched smoothly to reverse cowgirl so he faced away from Tyler completely. Bracing his hands on Tyler’s thighs he rode him hard. His ass rippled visibly with every heavy impact. Long dragging strokes followed afterward. He looked back over his shoulder at Tyler the entire time. The smile stayed on his lips. His tongue licked across them slowly. His eyes held nothing but filthy promise. His nipples stayed hard and sensitive. His skin flushed hot all over. Each orgasm built faster than the last and hit him harder. They left him shaking and gasping for air between moans.

Spooning came next with Tyler pressed tightly behind him. One strong arm wrapped around his chest while Tyler drove into him deep and slow. Ethan pushed his ass back firmly against Tyler. Tight circles ground against his hips as he moved. His hand reached back to pull Tyler’s hip harder into him with each thrust. Moans grew raw and broken in his throat. Another powerful orgasm ripped through his body without warning. His walls pulsed tight around Tyler as the pleasure surged. The bedframe groaned loudly under their combined weight. Sweat poured freely from both of their bodies. The room filled with the constant wet slap of skin on skin. The steady creak of the bedframe. Ethan’s loud and increasingly filthy moans.

Hours continued to blur together as they moved through every position they could manage in the small bed. Cowgirl returned once more.

Reverse cowgirl followed again right after. Missionary came back with his legs pinned all the way back against his shoulders. Doggy style arrived where Ethan buried his face deep into the pillow and screamed while Tyler gripped his hips tightly and drove into him hard from behind. Ethan never stopped touching Tyler throughout any of it. His hands roamed freely across Tyler’s chest. They gripped his ass firmly. Fingers stroked and teased his balls. Palms traced along his face and jawline. He smiled at Tyler constantly with that wicked hungry expression. His tongue licked his lips slowly and deliberately. His eyes gazed up and down Tyler’s body like he wanted to devour every single inch of him. Every muscle in his body worked hard to squeeze and milk him with each thrust. He did everything possible to make Tyler lose his mind completely. He made certain Tyler would never forget how his body felt wrapped so tightly around his cock. The hypno voice kept feeding the fire steadily in his ear. Each thrust became a deeper form of surrender inside him. Exhaustion made him tremble visibly. Soreness pulsed through every muscle in his body. Yet the pleasure continued rolling through him in powerful waves that left him sobbing and shaking with each new peak.

By the end both of them were barely able to function at all. Ethan came hard one final time. He screamed into the pillow as his whole body locked up tightly around Tyler. Tyler exploded deep inside him with a broken guttural groan that seemed to tear out of his chest. He collapsed heavily on top of him as the last powerful spasms wracked his body.

They lay tangled together and panting heavily afterward. Their limbs felt heavy and useless. The bedframe still creaked softly from all the abuse it had taken. The entire room smelled strongly of sweat and raw sex. Neither one of them could move for a long time.

Only then did Ethan’s eyes drift over to the small camera setup on his desk. The red light was still glowing steadily. It had captured everything that had just happened between them.

He said nothing about it in that moment.

Tyler lay beside him on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. His chest continued to rise and fall fast and uneven. He looked like a man who had just experienced something far more intense than he had ever expected. Part of him already knew deep down that he was going to want it again soon.

Ethan lay there quietly beside him. The hypno audio still played faintly in one earpiece. The entire session continued to echo loudly through his mind. Tyler had just become part of it without any warning at all. The line between his old life and this new one had blurred even further in a single night.

The hunger inside him felt wider and deeper than before.

I have to apologize. My previous post of Chapter 12 was an early draft. This is the revised version.

Two full days had slipped by since that exhausting night at the video store. Ethan’s body still carried the bruises and deep soreness from everything that had happened. Every step across his room sent a sharp reminder through his tender knees. Rawness lingered in his throat and made swallowing uncomfortable. A heavy exhaustion had settled deep into his muscles like something that refused to leave. Sleep had come only in short restless fragments. Master had given him no time to recover properly. Fresh clips and captions were required almost immediately after the session. He forced himself to film a few short follow-up videos even while his body complained with every small movement. The raw unedited footage from that long night had already gone straight to Master. He decided what would reach the public and when.

That afternoon another message appeared from Master on his screen. The video turned out excellent. Payment has been sent. The plug arrived only so the device could be tested before your session. Do not expect personal deliveries from me again. Keep posting daily. More instructions will follow soon.

Ethan opened his account and saw the deposit sitting there. The amount was not huge. It still covered some bills and left a small cushion afterward. He used part of the money to order a VR headset. The package arrived the same day. Late that evening, once the apartment had finally grown quiet, he locked his bedroom door. The lights dimmed low around him. He slipped the headset over his eyes and started a long hypno session. Soft pink spirals filled his vision right away. Feminine bodies moved in slow sensual loops across the screen. Scenes of women being used by multiple men flashed and repeated. Deep binaural beats pulsed underneath a smooth feminine voice that seemed to speak straight into the center of his mind.

You are a good girl now. You were always meant to be like this. Feel your body softening. Become eager and open for cock. Every thrust trains you deeper. You crave being filled. You need to be used. Good girls do not think. Good girls ride. Good girls obey without question. Cock is your purpose. Surrender to it completely. Let it reshape everything you are.

The commands layered over one another and repeated without mercy. Each cycle drove the words deeper into his thoughts. Ethan lubed one of his thicker dildos carefully. He straddled the toy on the edge of his bed. Then he lowered himself onto it with slow deliberate pressure. The voice continued its steady guidance while his hips began to rock gently at first. Every sensation blended together with the words pouring into his ears.

You love this feeling. You were born for this. Your clitty stays locked because real girls do not need to cum like men do.

Deeper now. Harder. Show how much you need it. Show how grateful you are to be used.

His pace gradually quickened as the session took hold. Soft moans started to escape his lips and grew steadily louder. Time seemed to dissolve completely around him. The voice guided him without any mercy. It stayed intimate and completely relentless in its instructions.

Say it out loud. Tell me what you are. I am a good girl. The whisper came first with a noticeable shake in his voice. Then it rose higher. Almost pleading now. I exist to please cock.

Greedy movements soon took complete control of his body. His hips rolled and bounced with increasing urgency while the session consumed every part of his awareness. Sweat slicked his skin and made it shine under the dim light. His breathing turned ragged and uneven. His eyes stayed fully covered by the VR headset. Without any warning the bedroom door opened.

Tyler stepped inside the room. Tall and athletic with broad shoulders he carried the easy confidence built from casual hookups and weekend basketball. Dark hair sat messy above a simple t-shirt and shorts that revealed lean muscle in his arms and legs. He stopped dead the moment he saw Ethan.

Ethan did not notice him at all at first. He kept riding the dildo with desperate rolling thrusts. Open moans filled the quiet room while the hypno audio played loud enough for every command to carry clearly. Good girls ride. Good girls obey. You need cock.

Tyler stood completely still for several long seconds. The sight held him utterly transfixed. It looked like a living porn video had suddenly materialized right there in his roommate’s bedroom. Ethan’s body glistened with sweat as he rode the thick toy with shameless hunger. His back arched sharply and pushed his chest forward while his hips rolled in slow deliberate circles. The dildo vanished completely inside him with every downward stroke. His ass cheeks flexed and released in clear rhythm. They clenched visibly around the shaft each time he lifted upward. One hand traced slowly up his own stomach. His fingers brushed lightly over his skin before he pinched one nipple between them. The twist drew a sharper louder moan from his throat. His head tilted back. His lips parted softly. His tongue flicked out to wet them as his eyes finally locked onto Tyler’s across the room.

The gaze was wide and heavy-lidded. It burned with shameless sluttiness. The expression on his face needed no words at all. Please fuck me.

Even though his body was not yet fully feminine he used every inch of it to entice Tyler without hesitation. A slow wicked smile curved his lips as he held Tyler’s stare. His tongue deliberately licked across them in a slow teasing motion. His eyes traveled up and down Tyler’s frame with open hunger. They took in the broad line of his shoulders. They followed the steady rise and fall of his chest. They lingered noticeably on the growing bulge forming in his shorts. One hand reached out to trail his fingers slowly down Tyler’s arm. Then he slid that same hand under the edge of Tyler’s shirt to feel the warm skin of his stomach beneath. His nails dug in just enough to make Tyler twitch visibly. All the while his hips kept rising and falling in that steady rhythm. His ass clenched visibly around the dildo with every single stroke. He did everything he could to make sure Tyler would remember this forever.

Tyler’s eyes dropped to the place where the dildo disappeared inside him again and again. Then they rose slowly back to his face. Something shifted visibly in Tyler’s expression. Shock mixed with sudden raw hunger.

Tyler did not step back or turn away. Instead one hand reached down toward him. He pulled Ethan off the dildo in one smooth motion. He pushed him onto his back on the bed without another word.

What followed became a long filthy marathon that stretched for hours and left the room thick with heat and the sharp smell of sex. Tyler climbed over him first and slammed into him in missionary. His hips pounded hard and deep while Ethan wrapped his legs tightly around Tyler’s waist. He pulled Tyler even deeper with every single thrust. A slow wicked smile curved his lips again as he looked up at Tyler. His tongue licked across them slowly while his hands roamed freely over Tyler’s chest and shoulders. Nails dragged lightly down his skin leaving faint red lines behind. Inner walls clenched rhythmically around Tyler’s cock as he squeezed his thighs together. His back arched sharply so his body pressed fully against Tyler’s with every movement. Loud moans escaped him with every time Tyler bottomed out inside him. One hand slipped between their bodies. His fingers stroked Tyler’s balls gently while he continued to fuck him. Then he grabbed Tyler’s ass firmly and yanked him harder into him with each stroke. The hypno haze still swirled heavily through his thoughts. Every single sensation felt electric and overwhelming.

Waves of pleasure built steadily inside him and crashed hard until he screamed out loud. His back bowed sharply off the mattress from the force of it.

Positions changed again and again as the hours stretched on. The bed creaked loudly and banged against the wall with increasing violence. Ethan pushed Tyler onto his back and straddled him in cowgirl. His ass slapped loudly against Tyler’s thighs as he bounced with hard steady rhythm. He leaned forward so his chest brushed against Tyler’s face teasingly. Then he sat straight up and rolled his hips in deep grinding circles while his heavy-lidded eyes stayed locked on Tyler’s the entire time. Both hands pressed down against Tyler’s chest for leverage as he sped up into short frantic bounces. His breath hitched in his throat with every movement. His thighs began to shake visibly from the effort. He licked his lips once more in that slow teasing way.

The wicked smile returned to his face. One hand reached back to spread his cheeks wider so Tyler could watch every inch of his cock sliding in and out of him. The mental fog from the hypno made him feel strangely detached yet hyper-aware at the same time. His body no longer felt completely like Ethan’s. It felt built for exactly this kind of use. Fresh powerful shudders tore through his core with that realization.

Tyler thrust upward to meet his rhythm but Ethan kept the control anyway. He switched smoothly to reverse cowgirl so he faced away from Tyler completely. Bracing his hands on Tyler’s thighs he rode him hard. His ass rippled visibly with every heavy impact. Long dragging strokes followed afterward. He looked back over his shoulder at Tyler the entire time. The smile stayed on his lips. His tongue licked across them slowly. His eyes held nothing but filthy promise. His nipples stayed hard and sensitive. His skin flushed hot all over. Each orgasm built faster than the last and hit him harder. They left him shaking and gasping for air between moans.

Spooning came next with Tyler pressed tightly behind him. One strong arm wrapped around his chest while Tyler drove into him deep and slow. Ethan pushed his ass back firmly against Tyler. Tight circles ground against his hips as he moved. His hand reached back to pull Tyler’s hip harder into him with each thrust. Moans grew raw and broken in his throat. Another powerful orgasm ripped through his body without warning. His walls pulsed tight around Tyler as the pleasure surged. The bedframe groaned loudly under their combined weight. Sweat poured freely from both of their bodies. The room filled with the constant wet slap of skin on skin. The steady creak of the bedframe. Ethan’s loud and increasingly filthy moans.

Hours continued to blur together as they moved through every position they could manage in the small bed. Cowgirl returned once more.

Reverse cowgirl followed again right after. Missionary came back with his legs pinned all the way back against his shoulders. Doggy style arrived where Ethan buried his face deep into the pillow and screamed while Tyler gripped his hips tightly and drove into him hard from behind. Ethan never stopped touching Tyler throughout any of it. His hands roamed freely across Tyler’s chest. They gripped his ass firmly. Fingers stroked and teased his balls. Palms traced along his face and jawline. He smiled at Tyler constantly with that wicked hungry expression. His tongue licked his lips slowly and deliberately. His eyes gazed up and down Tyler’s body like he wanted to devour every single inch of him. Every muscle in his body worked hard to squeeze and milk him with each thrust. He did everything possible to make Tyler lose his mind completely. He made certain Tyler would never forget how his body felt wrapped so tightly around his cock. The hypno voice kept feeding the fire steadily in his ear. Each thrust became a deeper form of surrender inside him. Exhaustion made him tremble visibly. Soreness pulsed through every muscle in his body. Yet the pleasure continued rolling through him in powerful waves that left him sobbing and shaking with each new peak.

By the end both of them were barely able to function at all. Ethan came hard one final time. He screamed into the pillow as his whole body locked up tightly around Tyler. Tyler exploded deep inside him with a broken guttural groan that seemed to tear out of his chest. He collapsed heavily on top of him as the last powerful spasms wracked his body.

They lay tangled together and panting heavily afterward. Their limbs felt heavy and useless. The bedframe still creaked softly from all the abuse it had taken. The entire room smelled strongly of sweat and raw sex. Neither one of them could move for a long time.

Only then did Ethan’s eyes drift over to the small camera setup on his desk. The red light was still glowing steadily. It had captured everything that had just happened between them.

He said nothing about it in that moment.

Tyler lay beside him on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. His chest continued to rise and fall fast and uneven. He looked like a man who had just experienced something far more intense than he had ever expected. Part of him already knew deep down that he was going to want it again soon.

Ethan lay there quietly beside him. The hypno audio still played faintly in one earpiece. The entire session continued to echo loudly through his mind. Tyler had just become part of it without any warning at all. The line between his old life and this new one had blurred even further in a single night.

The hunger inside him felt wider and deeper than before.

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Chapter 12

The master had gone quiet for once. No new command that night. No threat. No midnight alarm. That silence was worse than anything.

Ethan sat on the floor of his room surrounded by the wreckage of the day: the red dress from the boutique still draped over the chair, the glowing pink plug on the nightstand, the VR headset beside it. The OnlyFans balance had ticked up another $340 while he was out. Half of it already belonged to the master. He had transferred it without being told.

He was exhausted. Bone-deep, weeks-deep exhaustion that made his eyes burn and his thoughts feel like wet cement. He had tried to stop earlier — really tried. He had deleted the OnlyFans app, thrown the dildo into the closet, taken a long shower, and told himself he was Ethan again. He even got as far as opening his bedroom door to go downstairs and confess everything. But the moment he stepped into the hallway, the pull hit him like a wave. What if the master took it all away? The money. The attention. The denial. The plug. The rush of being watched. The orgasms he wasn’t allowed to have but chased anyway. He closed the door, locked it, and gave in.

He put the VR headset on. He loaded the immersive sissy hypno playlist he’d found on his own — the one where the voice spoke directly into his skull: “You are a good girl… You were born to be used… Good girls never stop… Good girls love being full… You need cock…”

He lubed the 6-inch dildo, positioned it on the floor, and lowered himself onto it slowly. The stretch was familiar now, almost comforting. He started rocking, slow at first, then faster, moaning softly into the empty room. The glowing plug stayed in beside it — the master’s latest rule: “Wear the largest one you can take during every session.”

He edged for hours.

As the hypno video played, the fantasy started creeping in again — the one that had been appearing more and more lately. He wasn’t just imagining himself as the girls in the videos. He was being them. He was inside their bodies, feeling every sensation as if it were his own. He was the one on her knees, throat stretched around a thick cock, gagging and drooling while it pumped deep. He was the one bent over, ass up, getting pounded hard by big, heavy cocks until his legs shook and his eyes rolled back. He could feel the stretch in his throat, the burn in his ass, the thick ropes of cum flooding his mouth as he swallowed desperately. The sensation was overwhelming — vivid, intrusive, making his cage leak in steady pulses.

He tried to push the thought away. “I’m not that,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’m Ethan. I’m not Evie. I don’t want this.”

But the fantasy kept coming back stronger. Every time the hypno voice said “good girl,” he felt it as if the words were being spoken to him while he was being used — throat full, ass full, body trembling from the intensity.

He tried to stop.

He pulled the dildo out, stood up on shaky legs, paced the room whispering “I’m Ethan, I’m Ethan, I can stop this.” He even got dressed again in normal clothes, sat on the bed, and told himself he was done. He turned off the lights. He tried to sleep.

For almost ten minutes he lay there in the dark, breathing hard, fighting the urge with everything he had left. Then the pull won. He got up, stripped again, put the VR headset back on, lubed the dildo, and slammed himself down onto it harder than he had ever fucked himself before.

He pounded himself with raw, desperate force — hips slamming down, the dildo driving deep with every thrust, the glowing plug shifting violently inside him, moans tearing out of his throat as he lost control completely.

He was so deep in it — VR world flashing, body slamming down again and again, mind flooded with the fantasy of being the girl getting throat-fucked and filled — when the door opened without a knock. Tyler stepped in, phone in hand, ready to ask about the sudden money again.

Ethan couldn’t see him. The VR headset completely blocked his vision. He was still pounding himself hard on the dildo, moaning loudly, hips slamming down with brutal rhythm, glowing pink plug flashing between his smooth cheeks, cage dripping onto the towel beneath him.

Tyler froze in the doorway. He saw everything: Ethan in the blonde wig and makeup, black dress hiked up around his waist, violently fucking himself on the dildo like he was possessed, completely unaware that anyone had entered. Tyler’s voice came out low and stunned.

“What the actual fuck… Ethan?” Ethan still didn’t hear him at first — the hypno audio was loud in his ears and he was too lost in the overwhelming fantasy and the brutal self-fucking to notice.

Tyler stepped closer and yanked the VR headset off his head.

The sudden return to reality hit Ethan like a slap.

He froze mid-thrust, dildo still buried deep, glowing plug visible, cage leaking, face flushed and makeup smudged, chest heaving from how hard he had been pounding himself. Tyler stood over him, staring down with a mix of shock, disbelief, and something darker.

“What the fuck is this?” Tyler’s voice was low, dangerous. “You’re dressed like a girl… pounding yourself on a fucking dildo like a desperate slut…” Ethan’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. The old Ethan tried to speak — tried to beg, to lie, to explain. The new part — the one that had been growing stronger every day — took over before he could stop himself.

He pulled the dildo out with a wet sound, crawled forward on his knees, and looked up at Tyler with wide, pleading eyes.

“Tyler… please don’t tell them. I’ll do anything. Just… let me show you.” He reached for Tyler’s belt with trembling fingers.

Tyler didn’t move at first. Then his hand hovered, unsure, then settled on the back of the wig. “You’re serious?”

Ethan nodded, voice small and high. “Please.”

Tyler exhaled hard. “Fuck it.” He let him pull his jeans down. His cock sprang free, already hardening. Ethan took it in his mouth slowly — the way he had practiced, the way the guard had liked, the way the videos taught. Tongue swirling, lips sliding, soft whimpers around the shaft. Tyler groaned, hand tightening in the wig.

It wasn’t quick.

He worked him for long minutes — deep, wet, eager, eyes watering, spit dripping, moaning quietly like he loved it. Because part of him did. Tyler fucked his mouth harder, then pulled him up, bent him over the bed, and slid into his ass in one smooth thrust. The glowing plug was still in beside him at first — he left it there, using it as extra pressure while he railed him. Ethan bit his lip hard, desperately trying not to scream or moan too loudly — terrified the other roommates would hear through the thin walls. He kept the sounds choked back, turning them into desperate, muffled whimpers.

But Tyler fucked him so good — deep, steady, powerful strokes that hit every sensitive spot — that Ethan couldn’t stay quiet. A broken moan escaped despite his best efforts. Tyler noticed. He smirked, grabbed Ethan’s hips harder, and started pounding him with more force. “Fuck… you’re tight,” Tyler growled, voice low but stunned. “You feel so fucking good.”

Ethan tried to stay silent, biting the pillow, but the pleasure was overwhelming. His body betrayed him — he started pushing back, meeting every thrust, the glowing plug adding extra pressure that made everything feel impossibly full. Tyler came so hard he actually staggered, groaning deeply as he filled Ethan, hips jerking uncontrollably. The intensity stunned him. He pulled out slowly, breathing ragged, and looked down at the trembling, cum-dripping figure in front of him with new eyes. “Jesus Christ…” Tyler muttered, almost to himself. “That was… fuck.” He zipped up, but the look on his face had changed. The cocky roommate was gone. In its place was something possessive, almost proud. He felt studly. Powerful. Like he had just claimed something no one else knew about.

He looked down at Ethan and said quietly, “This stays between us. But this isn’t a one-time thing. You want to keep your secret? You’re gonna keep doing that whenever I want.” Ethan nodded, voice hoarse. “Yes… Tyler.”

Tyler left without another word, but the smirk on his face said everything.

He had just discovered how much he enjoyed fucking the slut. And he was already thinking about the next time.

Ethan stayed on the floor for a long time, body sore, mind blank except for one looping thought: The old Ethan was still fighting. But the fight was getting quieter every single day.

And the new part of him — the part that had just been railed so hard by his roommate that he almost screamed — was starting to like it.

Chapter 11

The next morning a small package waited on the porch. Ethan brought it upstairs and set it on his bed before he carefully opened the box. Inside lay a sleek black butt plug with a wide base and a small blinking light. A short note from Master rested on top.

Pair this with the Lovense app on your phone. Do it right now. I want to test it immediately.

Ethan stared at the toy for a long moment. His hands shook as he downloaded the Lovense Remote app and followed the pairing instructions. The plug connected to his phone with a soft chime. A moment later the light on the base turned solid green.

Another of Master’s message appeared a short while later.

Insert the plug. Then turn on the camera so I can watch.

Ethan closed the door to his room, lubed the plug with trembling fingers, and bent over the bed. He worked the toy inside slowly until the base sat flush against his skin. Once it was seated, he turned on the camera and pointed it at his ass. The plug suddenly buzzed to life.

The vibration started low and steady, then spiked sharply before settling into a pulsing rhythm that rolled deep through his body. Ethan gasped and gripped the sheets. The sensations moved through him in waves, deep and relentless, and the knowledge that Master was watching from somewhere far away made everything feel more intense.

Master messaged again. Good girl. From now on I control this whenever I want. Keep it in unless I say otherwise. You will wear it during your next video store trip. I want to see how well you perform while I play with you from afar.

The plug pulsed harder, as if emphasizing the command. Ethan’s breath came faster. The shame spiraled quickly into that fierce, confusing lust he was starting to crave. He stayed bent over the bed for a long time, hips rocking slightly against the mattress while the plug continued its unpredictable rhythm. Later that afternoon another message arrived.

Before you go into the video store tonight, pull over somewhere private and fuck yourself with the bigger dildo. Get yourself properly excited. I want you dripping and desperate when you walk through that door. You are not allowed to cum unless you are fucking real cock. And keep the camera rolling the entire time.

Ethan read the order twice. His stomach tightened, but the plug was still vibrating steadily inside him and the thought of obeying sent a fresh wave of heat through his body. He removed the plug, cleaned it quickly, packed the larger dildo in a small bag, changed into full Evie mode, and drove toward Renton.

He found a quiet corner of a nearly empty parking lot a few blocks from the store. The sun was starting to set. He climbed into the back seat, set up the camera to record everything, lubed the thick ten-inch dildo, and slowly worked it inside. The stretch was significant. He rocked his hips and fucked himself with long, deliberate strokes until his thighs trembled and his breath came in ragged gasps. Every few minutes he glanced nervously at the windows, heart racing at the thought of someone walking by and seeing him like this. The fear fed the horniness, making him push the dildo deeper and faster. He stayed right on the edge for what felt like forever, never letting himself tip over because Master had forbidden it.

The camera recorded every of his desperate moans and each shaky breath. After 20 or so minutes of fucking himself he finally stopped. He saw in car mirror that he was flushed. He also felt himself leaking heavily into his panties, and aching with desperate need. It took some effort to get himself clean as best he could. He then did some reapplication of his makeup, and drove the last few blocks to the video store. When he stepped inside he immediately went to booth 7, the same booth he had used on the first visit. He locked the door behind him, his body felt electric with anticipation. He set up the camera again to record the entire session. Seconds later, the first cock of the afternoon slid through the glory hole. The member was thick and heavily veined, the skin a warm brown. The man behind the wall had a deep, rough voice that carried a hint of amusement. “Heard you were back, slut. Let’s see if you're any better this time.” Immediately Ethan went into girl mode as he fell to his and it was Evie that took the offered dick into her mouth, the memory of the previous visit flashing through her mind. She sucked harder, working her tongue along the underside until the man groaned. “That’s it… good little cocksucker.” When he finally came, she swallowed every drop and waited, already breathing harder. The taste lingered on her tongue, salty and thick, and a wave of shame washed over her as she realized how eagerly she had taken it. She was starting to think of herself as Evie in that moment, the name settling into her head like a quiet surrender.

She stayed on her knees for a while after he finished, catching her breath while the cum settled heavily in her stomach. Minutes passed. Her jaw already ached from the effort. The booth felt smaller, the air thicker with the scent of what she had just done. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to steady herself. The shame was still there, burning in her chest, but it was mixing with something hotter, something that made her pulse quicken at the thought of the next man.

Time dragged slowly in the dim light as she waited, knees pressing harder into the thin carpet.

A longer but thinner cock followed after what felt like ten or fifteen minutes of quiet. It belonged to an older man whose voice sounded gravelly and tired. “Look at you, all made up and ready. You really like this, don’t you?” Evie moaned around him and pulled back just enough to answer. “Yes… I do.” She took him deep again, letting him use her throat with slow, deliberate thrusts until he spilled with a low sigh. The cum was thin this time, like water, and she felt a strange mix of disgust and excitement as she swallowed. Her knees were beginning to hurt against the hard floor. She sat back for a moment, breathing through the growing soreness in her jaw, feeling the minutes stretch while the weight of what she was doing pressed down on her. The shame turned slowly into a deeper ache, one that made her want to keep going even as her body protested.

She had already lost count of her cocks and it hadn't ever been an hour. The next man thrust his  shorter, girthier one. It was thick like tube of sausage and had a heavy, musky scent. This unseen partner had what she thought a thick Scottish brogue. “Damn, you look like you’ve been waiting for this all day.” Evie answered back, her voice growing breathier with each passing hour. “I have… please use me.” She bobbed faster, letting him fuck her throat until he groaned and filled her mouth. The taste was stronger, almost bitter, and she felt her own arousal spike as the shame twisted into something hotter. She rested longer after he finished, her thighs trembling from the constant kneeling. The booth air had grown warm and stale. She could feel the hours starting to pile up in her muscles, yet the hunger inside her only grew stronger with every minute that passed.

A smooth, dark cock came next after another stretch of waiting that left her mind drifting. The man’s voice was low and commanding. “You’re tighter than last time. Keep going, just like that.” Evie obeyed, moaning around him and letting him use her throat until he finished with a deep grunt. This one felt different, the skin smoother, the rhythm more controlled, and she found herself pushing back against the wall to take him deeper. Her mind was beginning to fog as the evening turned into full night outside. The constant need pushed everything else aside while her jaw throbbed steadily and her knees burned.

This time a younger sounding guy with a nervous laugh and a very thin shaft followed after she had spent what felt like another half hour catching her breath and wiping at the drying streaks on her face. “Fuck, you’re really pretty when you’re covered in cum.” Evie pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Then give me more,” before taking him back in.

His nervousness made her feel strangely powerful, and she sucked with more enthusiasm, wanting to hear him lose control. The booth was getting warmer, the air thicker, and her mind was starting to fog with exhaustion and need. She noticed how much slower her movements had become, how the soreness had spread from her knees up through her hips.

Her next cock appeared after a longer pause that left her staring at the wall, lost in the growing haze. This one was average in length but curved upward, the head already leaking. The voice behind the wall was calm and almost gentle. “You’ve been at this a while, haven’t you? I can hear how tired you sound.” Evie took him in slowly, savoring the different shape, and answered between licks. “I am tired… but I still want it.” She worked him with steady, deliberate movements until he came with a quiet groan. The load was smaller, but she swallowed it anyway, feeling the ache in her jaw deepen and the weight of the hours settle into her shoulders. She sat back again, letting several minutes pass while her body adjusted to the growing fatigue. The shame no longer felt sharp. It had softened into a constant, warm hum that fed the hunger building deeper inside her.

The last cock really had challenged her. The effort that it had taken to get the tasty cum out from the man with the sexy voice had tired her. She fell into staring off into space and a litany of inaudible voices seemed to fill her head. It was like she was filled with different commands. She was tired, but even so, she recognized the influence of the sissy hypnos over the last month. She felt a thrill at knowing her subconscious thoughts had already started shifting, and were now manifesting here and now. She knew that they were helping her unleash what had always been there.

She was completely lost in her thoughts when another glorious looking cock made its presence known. She moved to take it in her mouth. This nameless man, she was going to make him cum fast and hard. The challenge she placed on herself. Taking the crown in her mouth with a loud pop.

She sucked with renewed focus, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, determined to finish him quickly so she could rest. But he lasted longer than she expected, his hips pushing forward in slow, steady thrusts while he groaned softly above her. When he finally spilled, the load was thick and warm, and she swallowed it down while another wave of exhaustion rolled through her body. Her jaw felt heavy now, almost numb. The minutes after he finished stretched out again as she sat back on her heels, breathing hard, feeling the dried cum cracking on her skin and the deep soreness settling into every muscle.

As she attacked each cock with her mouth the minutes kept going by and over the passing hours the booth had grown warmer and the air thicker with the smell of sex and sweat. Her knees burned against the thin carpet. The accumulated cum had dried in streaks down her face and across her chest and thighs. She wiped at it absently with the back of her hand, but each time she did, more cum always followed.

She kept going because the hunger demanded it. Because every time she thought she had reached her limit, another cock would appear and the shame would twist into something hotter, something that made her answer back with filthier words and more eager movements. “Use your whore.” “Cum on my face.” “I need it.” The words came easier now, slipping out between gasps as the night wore on and her body grew heavier with fatigue.

By the time the final sucking session ended, Evie had been in the booth for several hours already. Her body felt heavy and used, her jaw throbbing with constant pain, her knees raw from the hard floor. She sat back against the wall for a long moment, chest heaving, staring at the glory hole while the hypno echoes continued to swirl in her head. The shame had softened into a deep, warm need. She realized she was no longer just waiting for the next cock to suck. She wanted more. She wanted to feel them inside her, to use her ass to please them the way the videos and the voices had been training her to do.

She stood on shaky legs, turned around, and lifted her skirt before backing her ass up near the glory hole. She spoke clearly through the wall, her voice hoarse but firm. “I’ll fuck if you wear a rubber. I’m not providing them, but I won’t do it bare.” The words felt strange coming out of her mouth, yet necessary. She heard the man on the other side chuckle, then the sound of a wrapper tearing. “Fair enough, slut. Glove’s on.”

Evie reached back, spread herself, and adjusted the angle of the thick condom covered cock before slowly lowering herself fully onto it in one smooth motiin. The stretch was intense, different from the dildo in the car. This was real, warm, and alive even through the barrier. She gasped as she took him in, her ass clenching around the thickness while she rocked her hips. The man groaned loudly. “Fuck, that’s tight… ride it, slut.” .Evie answered breathlessly, “Yes… use my ass.” She moved slower at first, her tired muscles protesting, but the fullness sent waves of pleasure through the exhaustion. She rode him until he thrust up hard and came deep inside the condom. The sensation of being filled, even safely, made her head spin. She stayed there for several long minutes afterward, feeling the warmth and the slight leak as she caught her breath, the warm trickle adding to the mess already covering her.

Another cock followed after a pause that let her feel the full weight of what she had just done. This one was longer and willow thin. Evie repeated the condition clearly. “Rubber only.” She heard the wrapper again. She backed onto it carefully, the length hitting new spots inside her. She rocked her hips with more confidence now, even as her legs trembled from the effort. The man’s voice was rough with surprise. “Goddamn, you’re really taking it all.” She moaned louder, pushing back harder. “I need it deeper.” When he came, he shouted a loud "Fucking A".

She rested longer this time, forehead pressed against the cool wall, breathing through the growing ache in her hips and the deepening fog in her mind. The hours had turned late, and every movement of her body reminded her how long she had been here, yet her hunger had grown.

She saw the cock and her breath caught. It was thick, heavy enough that she needed both hands just to hold it. The weight of it sent a fresh wave of hunger through her core. Evie stated the rule once more, voice hoarse but firm. “Rubber only.” She heard the wrapper tear. Then she had to work harder to take it, lowering herself inch by inch while her ass stretched around the massive width. The man’s voice was deep and commanding behind the wall. “That’s it. Open up for me.”

She answered with a broken moan. “I’m your whore… fuck me.”

She rode him with everything she had left. Her body was slick with sweat and cum, the sharp slap of skin echoing in the small booth. She pushed her small tush back to meet every long forward thrust, chasing the pleasure this perfect cock offered her. Every stroke plumbed her deeper, stretching her open in ways that made her eyes roll back.

She wanted this motherfucker to break her.

All of her frustrations and fears poured into the fierce coupling. The hypno haze still swirled in her head, mixing with the raw physical reality of being split open on something so thick. She was channeling everything into this moment — the shame, the exhaustion, the constant ache of needing more. And as the cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside her, those feelings were quickly dominated. She was now worshipping at the altar of big cock, and she was its willing sacrifice.

The orgasm built slowly at first, then slammed into her without warning. Her whole body locked up, thighs shaking violently as she came hard on his cock. The pleasure exploded through her mind like a white-hot flash, wiping away every coherent thought. Her walls clenched and fluttered around him in powerful spasms. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from her throat as the climax ripped through her, wave after wave, until her vision blurred and her legs gave out.

She kept riding through it anyway, greedy and desperate, determined to milk every last drop from him while the aftershocks continued to wreck her.

When he finished, she stayed impaled for a long while afterward, trembling, letting the minutes pass while the reality of what she was doing sank deeper. Her mind flashed with images from the hypno videos, the women taking cock after cock, and she felt a thrill mixed with exhaustion at how much she was becoming like them. In the quiet pause that followed, a practical thought cut through the haze. She needed to see a doctor soon. The realization surprised her, but it felt important, a small anchor of caution amid everything else. She also made a mental note that next time she would have to come better prepared — a cushion for her knees, wet wipes, a bottle of water, maybe even a small purse to carry supplies. She couldn’t keep doing this completely raw.

More cocks came through the hole as the night deepened. Evie fucked each one after repeating the condom condition, switching between slower, grinding rides and faster, desperate movements when the hunger overtook the fatigue.

One man praised her softly for how well she took him. Another called her filthy names that only made her push back harder. Each load left her fuller, messier, more exhausted, yet more alive in the strange, intoxicating way the hypnos had promised. Her thighs burned. Her ass ached with a deep, satisfying fullness that made her feel complete even as her body begged for rest. The pauses between men grew longer as the hours wore on, giving her time to feel every ache, every trickle, every echo of the voices in her head telling her this was her purpose.

By the time the final cock had used her ass and finished inside the condom, it was well past midnight. Evie had been in the booth for over seven hours with no breaks, no water, nothing to ease the strain.

She was trembling, covered in cum from her face to her thighs and leaking slightly despite the protection, her makeup completely ruined, her wig slightly askew. Her jaw throbbed from the earlier sucking, her knees felt bruised and raw, and every muscle in her body protested from the long hours of effort. The rush of now being a whore paid to fuck for money still burned in her chest, brighter and more consuming than before, but the exhaustion was overwhelming. The sharp anger she had carried toward Master for what he had done with Lila had burned away in the long, relentless session, leaving only a quiet, heavy fatigue and the growing hunger.

Before she left the booth, she saw Master had sent one final instruction.

Buy an even larger toy before you leave. Something bigger than anything you have used so far. Send me the full unedited video when you get home.

Still covered in drying cum and leaking from her ass, Evie walked through the brightly lit retail section of the video store. Several customers standing in the aisles staring as she ambled toward the back section where an assortment of dildos were with a few of the men grinning openly at her as she was looking at the different sizes and styles of toys. Two women near the lingerie section whispered to each other as she passed. She picked out an 18 inch double-ended dildo and then a smaller sized but realistic looking dildo that had pump tube attached that was for filling with water for simulating cum explosions. They both were significantly larger than anything she owned. She carried them to the counter with her head slightly lowered.

The clerk, a middle-aged man, raised an eyebrow at the state of her face and clothes. “Rough night?”

Evie’s voice came out small and hoarse. “Something like that.” He rang her up without further comment, but his eyes lingered on her sexually savaged body. Evie paid quickly and left the store, the new toys in a bag and the evidence of what she had just done still visible on her skin.

The parking lot outside was not as emoty as it was when she'd arrived that afternion. A few people were walking to their cars and turned to look as she passed. One man whistled softly. Another stared openly. Evie kept her eyes on the ground and hurried to her own car, the weight of their gazes following her the entire way. When she finally got home and collapsed onto her bed, her body felt used and exhausted in a way she had never known before. Her jaw throbbed, her knees were raw and bruised, her ass ached with a deep, used fullness, and every muscle screamed from the unbroken hours of effort.

As she made the trip home the haze and her thoughts cleared.

Ethan emerged once again. The process of taking back control of his thoughts took two almost missed red lights before he actively knew what was happening. Even as weary as he was, he knew he would be good for almost nothing the next day. The evenings session had triggered a sharp and profound change inside him. Evie had been made real and he knew that she wasn't going back in her box.

Chapter 10

Ethan woke slowly. The familiar pressure of the cage already pressed between his legs. He lay still for a long moment before he reached for his phone. The Reddit account showed fresh comments on his latest posts. The audience had grown restless. They pointed out the same problems again and again. The limited outfits. The same pink panties. The tired poses that never seemed to change. The repetition was dragging everything down.

A message from Master arrived a few minutes later.

The comments are right. Your wardrobe has become pathetic and repetitive. Use the leftover money from the last video store payout. Go fix it today. Buy better clothes and sexier pieces. Things that actually look like a whore who knows what she is doing. I expect real improvement in your next sets of photos and videos. Bring girl clothes with you in the car so you can switch to full Evie mode when I tell you.

Ethan stared at the screen. He already knew the exact figure that remained. $1,200 after rent and bills had been paid. The knowledge sat heavy in his stomach. A quiet ember of anger glowed again when he thought about Master. That anger always brought Lila back into his mind. Master had sent her everything without hesitation, destroying the one fragile possibility Ethan had still clung to. The anger never burned hot enough to make him stop obeying, but it stayed there, smoldering under everything else. He pushed the feeling down, packed a bag with the wig, makeup, miniskirt, slutty top, and heels, got dressed in ordinary guy clothes, and left the apartment.

The first stop was Target. He moved through the women’s section with his head down. He avoided eye contact with everyone as he picked out two basic bras, several new pairs of panties, stockings, a simple black dress, and the breast forms. When he reached the fitting room to check the bra size, he fumbled with the straps and the band for several awkward minutes. Nothing felt right. The breast forms refused to sit properly no matter how he adjusted them. Frustrated and embarrassed, he gave up and went to the cashier. The woman behind the counter scanned the items. Then she noticed the bras and breast forms. “Do you need help with sizing?” she asked, her tone polite but direct. “Bras can be tricky if you are not used to them.”

Ethan’s face burned. He shook his head quickly and mumbled something about it being for someone else. The cashier gave him a knowing look but said nothing more. He paid and carried the bags out to the car. The morning was slipping away.

Master’s next message came while he was still sitting in the parking lot. Change into full Evie mode now. Finish the rest of the shopping dressed properly. No more hiding behind guy clothes.

Ethan sat there for a long moment. His heart beat hard. He had known this was coming, but the order still made his stomach twist with anxiety. He climbed into the back seat and spent the next twenty minutes transforming. Wig. Makeup. The tight miniskirt he already owned. One of the old slutty tops. The cheap heels. When he finally looked in the mirror, the girl staring back at him looked more put together than before, but the anxiety in her eyes remained unmistakable. The adult boutique was only a short drive away. He parked the car and sat for another minute, breathing slowly, before he forced himself to walk inside.

The store was smaller and brighter than he expected. Racks of lingerie and revealing outfits lined the walls. A woman behind the counter glanced up when he entered. Her expression shifted only slightly as she took in the obvious man dressed as a woman. Ethan kept his head down and moved quickly toward the more expensive pieces. He picked out a sheer black lingerie set with delicate straps, a micro skirt that barely covered anything, a strappy mesh top, and fishnet stockings with garters. Every item felt like a deliberate step deeper into what Master wanted.

Near the back of the store he found a small customization station. He chose a simple white crop top and paid extra to have “Evie” ironed onto the front in elegant black script. Watching the letters press into the fabric felt strangely final. This was no longer just borrowed clothes. This piece now carried her name.

He paid for everything and carried the bags back to the car. The afternoon sun was already lower in the sky. His feet ached from the heels, and the new clothes in the bags rustled every time he moved. He sat behind the wheel for a while, just breathing, before he finally drove home.

Back in his room he unpacked everything slowly. He tried on the breast forms with one of the new bras and immediately realized the band size was wrong. The forms sat crooked and uncomfortable. The embarrassment hit him hard. He would have to go back to Target and exchange them, this time fully dressed as Evie.

He changed back into guy clothes for the drive, but the dread stayed with him the entire way. When he walked into Target again, still dressed as Ethan but carrying the receipt and the ill-fitting bra with the breast forms, the same cashier was working. She recognized him immediately.

“Back already?” she asked, her tone polite but curious.

Ethan’s face burned. “Yeah. Wrong size.”

He handed over the items and stood there while she processed the exchange. The humiliation felt thick and heavy. He was standing there as Ethan, returning women’s lingerie he had clearly bought for himself. When the new bras and forms were finally scanned, he paid the small difference and left as fast as he could.

Back at the apartment he tried the new size again. This time the breast forms sat better. They filled out the bra in a way that made his chest look convincingly feminine. He slipped on the sheer lingerie set and the crop top with “Evie” across the chest. The mirror showed a version of himself that looked noticeably more complete. The fabric felt soft and expensive against his skin. For a moment the paid-whore rush flared hot and confusing in his chest. This was what men would see. This was what they would pay for.

A new message from Master appeared on his phone. You will return to the video store in Renton. Go fully dressed and made up as Evie. This time you will not only suck the men who come through the glory hole. You will fuck them. Perform convincingly as a woman and as a paid whore, and I will give you a cash bonus. Do not disappoint me.

Ethan stared at the screen. The ember of anger glowed again, small and steady, but he already knew he would obey.

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Chapter 9

The weeks began to blur together in a new rhythm.

Ethan’s life had settled into a strict daily schedule dictated by Master. Mornings were for makeup and content creation. Afternoons were for the gym. Evenings were for more videos, hypno sessions, and replying to the growing number of DMs on Reddit. Sleep came in short, restless bursts, interrupted by the constant throb of the cage and the plug he now wore almost all the time.

The gym had become both torture and addiction.

At first he showed up in regular gym shorts and a loose t-shirt, terrified someone would notice anything feminine about him. But the stares started almost immediately. Men’s eyes lingered on his ass when he did squats. Their gazes followed the sway of his hips during hip thrusts.

The attention made his caged clitty leak steadily into his compression shorts. He started wearing tighter shirts that showed the smooth skin of his midriff. Then he moved to crop tops. Eventually he graduated to tiny booty shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of his ass.

Every time he bent over to pick up a weight, he could feel eyes on him, and the shame mixed with a dark thrill that made him push harder. Aaron and Tyler had definitely noticed the change.

Aaron no longer tried to hide his interest. He would walk into the living room while Ethan was stretching or doing bodyweight squats in the apartment and openly stare. “Looking good, Evie,” he’d say with a smirk, using the name like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes he’d adjust himself right there in front of Ethan, making sure he saw the bulge. The message was clear: Aaron was done pretending respect for Ethan as a man. He wanted what he saw.

Tyler was quieter but more dangerous. He had started “accidentally” walking into Ethan’s room without knocking. Twice now he had caught Ethan mid-video — once with a dildo in his mouth, once riding the thick 12-inch while moaning softly. Each time Tyler had just stood there with a knowing grin and said nothing. But the looks he gave Ethan afterward were heavy with promise. Ethan knew it was only a matter of time before Tyler demanded something.

Lila remained coldly indifferent, but her silence was its own punishment. She would pass him in the hallway without a word, her eyes flicking over his increasingly feminine body with clear disdain. She knew about the stolen underwear. She knew about the videos. And she no longer cared enough to hide how little respect she had left for him. The hypno videos had become constant.

Master sent new custom ones every few days, layered with Ethan’s own recorded girly voice repeating affirmations. “I am Evie. I exist to be used. I love being a hole for men.” Ethan would lie in bed at night with the 12-inch dildo buried deep inside him, the videos playing on loop while he rode slowly. The programming was sinking in. He was starting to enjoy it. The way his mind went soft and pliant. The way his body responded automatically. He was learning to use his own mind as a sex toy, and the realization both horrified and excited him.

One night, after a particularly long gym session where he had worn the tiniest booty shorts yet, he came home dripping with sweat and horniness. Aaron and Lila were at it again in her room, the bed slamming against the wall, her moans loud and unrestrained. Ethan stood in the hallway listening, his plug shifting with every breath. The sounds pushed him over the edge. He slipped into his room, grabbed the 12-inch dildo, and rode it mercilessly while imagining himself in Lila’s place — getting fucked by Aaron while the whole house listened.

He came hard, hands-free, his caged clitty spurting uselessly into the panties as his ass clenched around the toy.

When the orgasm faded, the truth settled deep in his bones.

He couldn’t even think about women the same way anymore. Every sexual thought now revolved around being the girl. Being used. Being watched. Being wanted as Evie.

Evie lay on her bed, still breathing hard, the taste of her own excitement lingering on her lips. The video had just finished uploading. She stared at the ceiling, skin still flushed, cage straining uselessly against the pink plastic. The rush from riding the dildo while moaning like a desperate porn star still hummed through her body. She rolled over, opened her pink journal, and picked up the glittery pen. For a long moment she just looked at the blank page. Then she started writing, slowly at first, then faster, pouring out every filthy detail.

“I went to the old baseball fields tonight. Two guys were waiting. I dropped to my knees right there on the grass and gave them both blowjobs like a good little whore. I sucked one while I jerked the other, then switched. I swallowed both loads and let them cum on my face when they wanted. I came hands-free just from the taste and the humiliation. They called me their perfect sissy slut the whole time.” She turned the page and kept going, the words flowing easier now. “And the video store… God. So many cocks. I ate ass, I rode them, I let them use my throat until I was drooling and gagging. I lost count. My knees are still raw. My ass is still sore and leaking. I loved every second of it.”

She set the pen down and stared at what she had written. Her hand trembled slightly as she traced the last line with her finger.

This wasn’t just something she was doing anymore.

This was becoming who she was.

And the scariest part? She couldn’t wait to do more.

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Chapter 8

The voice training started casually, almost as an afterthought.

Master would message him at random times during the day with a short script or a single line. Record this in your girliest voice and send it back. Ethan would pause whatever he was doing, usually in the middle of filming a riding video or editing a clip, step away for a couple of minutes, read the line a few times until it sounded soft and feminine, record it, and send it off. Then he went right back to the real work. Making content.

Because content was what took up almost all of his time now.

Every morning he woke up, did his full makeup routine, dressed as Evie, and took the getting ready photos. Then came the videos. Sucking the smaller dildos while talking to the camera. Riding one of his dildos, either the 10 inch or 12 inch while a sissy hypno videos played in the background. Practicing erotic dancing so his hips rolled and his ass bounced the way the comments liked. He replied to every comment, answered DMs, and tried to keep the posts coming at a steady pace so the account kept growing.

His EvieEverythingSlut account comments and DMs were getting to be addictive.

Fuck, Evie, that ass is perfect. I would pay good money to breed you. You are getting better every video, slut. Keep it up.

He read them all, sometimes multiple times. Each one sent a little thrill through him that made his caged clitty leak. He was starting to enjoy the attention more than he wanted to admit.

One afternoon Master sent a new instruction.

Go to the playground near the old baseball fields tonight at 9 PM. Dress appropriately as Evie. Do whatever the men there want. Record everything and send it to me.

No details. No mention of how many men or what exactly they would want. Just do whatever they want.

Ethan's stomach twisted, but the hesitation was smaller than it would have been a few weeks ago. The videostore had changed something in him. Blowjobs no longer felt like a big deal. When Master told him to do it, the act itself had become almost automatic. The real nervousness was the public setting and not knowing exactly what he was walking into.

He spent extra time on his makeup that evening, making sure his look was perfect. Heavy eyes, glossy lips, the blonde wig falling just right. He chose a short skirt and a tight crop top that left his midriff bare. The plug was already inside him, a thick one that kept him constantly aware of how empty he felt without something stretching him. The cage was locked tight as always.

He drove to the playground near the old baseball fields with his heart hammering. The park was dark and quiet when he arrived, but two men were already waiting near the picnic tables. They did not say much. They just looked him up and down, grinned, and motioned for him to come closer.

Ethan did not hesitate. He dropped to his knees on the grass and took the first cock into his mouth. The second man stepped up beside him. Within minutes he was alternating between the two, sucking one while stroking the other, drool running down his chin. It felt almost natural now. Easy. His mind stayed surprisingly calm even as they took turns fucking his face.

He set the phone on the picnic table and angled it as best he could before things got too intense. When it was over and the men had left, Ethan sat on the cold bench for a long minute, cum leaking from his used hole and dripping down his chin, lips swollen, makeup ruined. He sent the video to Master and drove home in silence.

Master's reply came quickly.

Good girl. You handled that well. The money for that session has been added to your modification fund. Keep performing like this and Evie will become real much faster than you think.

Ethan lay in bed that night with his 12 inch dildo buried deep inside him, replaying the playground scene in his head while the latest hypno video played on loop. He came hard without touching his cage, his mind floating in that soft, pliant place where resistance felt distant and pointless.

He was getting better at being Evie.

And the scariest part was how little he minded it anymore.

[Fiction] [Long Story] [Forced Feminization] [Blackmail] [Chastity]

Chapter 7

Ethan woke up the next morning with the taste of the videostore still lingering in the back of his throat. His ass ached in a deep, constant way that made every shift of his hips feel obscene. The cage was already leaking again, a sticky reminder that his body had its own ideas now. He lay there staring at the ceiling, the memory of Lila’s cold voice and Aaron’s loud moans from the night before twisting together until he couldn’t tell which one made his caged clitty throb harder. A new message from Master appeared on Session.

Ethan stared at the screen, the light of the session app burning into his eyes. I let your roommate know about our relationship, the first message read. I did you a favor. We don't need her distracting you. ​His thumb hovered over the glass, trembling. The intrusion was total. ​Now that she knows the real you, we can focus on what is important. ​Ethan felt a surge of nausea as more bubbles popped up, the phone vibrating in his palm with clinical precision.

​Yesterday you exceeded expectations at the video store. Good girl. Here is the money for rent and bills as promised, with extra to start building your new life. ​A notification from his banking app flashed at the top of the screen, confirming the transfer. The money felt like a brand.

​From today on, you will make multiple daily posts on Reddit under a new account. Choose a creative username that reflects the girl you are becoming. Send me the login information so I can post on your behalf and help the account grow. ​He scrolled down, the instructions becoming a blur of demands for morning photos, full makeup, and specific wigs. The text was blunt about how he should display his body and use his toys to distinguish himself from the generic content already out there. ​ Reply to every comment to build karma the right way. This is how you start making real money. ​ The final message appeared at the bottom of the thread, cold and expectant. ​ Keep performing like you did yesterday and there will be more rewards

Ethan read the message twice. Master wasn’t micromanaging every single post. He was giving him the structure and expecting him to fill it in. The freedom felt almost worse than strict orders. It made the choice feel like his own. He opened Reddit and created the new account. After staring at the username field for a long minute, he typed EvieEverythingSlut. It felt ridiculous and permanent at the same time. He set a simple, slutty bio, then sent the login details to Master.

The first task was the morning “getting ready” photos. He stood in front of the mirror in his half bathroom and began the process with practiced hands. He started with primer to create a smooth canvas, then applied a full-coverage foundation that he blended seamlessly with a damp sponge, working it down his neck and onto his chest to erase any hint of stubble shadow. Next came the contour. He used a cool-toned shade to carve out sharper cheekbones and a softer jawline, then highlighted the high points of his face with a luminous powder that caught the light and gave his skin a soft, feminine glow. He took his time blending everything until the lines disappeared and his face looked naturally sculpted rather than painted.

For the eyes he layered three shades of eyeshadow, blending a neutral base into a deeper crease color and finishing with a shimmering highlight on the inner corners and brow bone. The eyeliner was steady now. He drew a clean wing with liquid liner, then added a thin line along the upper lash line before curling and coating his lashes with mascara until they looked long and dramatic. He filled in his brows with small, hair-like strokes, shaping them into a soft arch that opened up his eyes even more.

Blush came next, a warm pink dusted high on the apples of his cheeks and blended outward so it looked like a natural flush. He finished the face with setting spray, then moved to the lips. He lined them carefully with a pencil that matched the glossy pink he would use, overlining just enough to make them look fuller and more inviting without being obvious. When he pressed his lips together and stared at the finished look, something shifted inside him. The girl in the mirror looked good. Really good.

The makeup had transformed his face into something soft and fuckable, and for a moment the shame mixed with a strange, unwelcome pride. He actually enjoyed how he looked.

All the while his caged clitty throbbed steadily, leaking into the panties. The plug nestled deep in his ass made him clench around it with every small movement, sending warm ripples of sensation through his body. He was so turned on by the simple act of making himself look like a girl. The smooth glide of the brush across his skin, the way the makeup softened his features, the way the wig framed his face — every detail made his locked clit pulse harder and made him squeeze the plug tighter with his hole. The sensations were constant and delicious. He was becoming Evie, and his body seemed to be loving every second of it.

He adjusted the blonde wig until it sat perfectly, the long waves framing his made-up face. He slipped into the short pink skirt and the white crop top that said “slut” in sparkly letters. The high heels still made him wobble, but he was getting used to it. He took the photos exactly as Master had described: face shots, body shots, turning around to show his ass, bending over so the plug was visible between his cheeks.

He posted the set with a simple caption: “Good morning from Evie. First day trying to be the girl you want. Tell me what you think.” Within minutes the first comments started coming in. “Looking good already slut.” “Nice ass. Show us more.” “Would destroy that hole.”

Ethan stared at the screen, heart pounding. The shame was immediate and sharp, but so was the rush of attention. His caged clitty throbbed. He told himself he was only doing this for the money. He told himself he could stop whenever he wanted. Master’s next message arrived while he was still reading the comments. “Good start. Keep posting. Make the next video you sucking your smallest dildo while telling the camera how much you love being a hole for men. Use your voice. Make it girly. I want to hear Evie, not Ethan.”

Ethan swallowed hard. The voice training was starting. He set up the ring light, lubed the smallest dildo, and started recording. He tried to raise the pitch of his voice, to soften it, to make it sound like the girls he used to watch. It felt humiliating. It also made his cage leak even more. By the end of the day he had posted three times, replied to almost every comment, and spent almost two hours practicing erotic dancing in front of the mirror so the next video would look better. His legs were sore. His jaw was sore. His mind was spinning.

He looked at the growing number of upvotes and DMs and felt a sick, shameful thrill he didn’t want to name.

This was his life now. He was Evie now. And he sensed that Master was only getting started.