New Year, New Me
New Year, New Me
"As a wise man once told me," I said, raising my glass to toast with my friend, "alcohol will solve all of your problems." I smiled as I downed the rest of my beer. The buzz I was getting was exactly what I was looking for tonight, just to get my mind off of things.
Mark, my friend, finished his glass and chuckled to himself. "A wise man, huh? If I remember correctly, it was your alcoholic of a step-father that said that to you."
Mark's black hair complimented his emerald-green eyes, and his body, although still fairly skinny, was toned and fit beyond belief, so it was no wonder he had gotten the majority of the women's attention tonight. He never went home with any of them, weirdly enough. I, however, have the unfortunate luck to have been born with what most women call a 'baby face'. Golden blonde hair, baby-blue eyes, and a skinny frame that refused to put on muscle no matter how hard I tried.
"Oh come on, Mark!" I exclaimed, "He wasn't that bad."
"He's in jail, though." Mark looked at me, expressionless, and in a matter of seconds we couldn't stop ourselves from bursting out in laughter. It was obvious to us and to everyone in the bar at this point: we were drunk off our asses.
"But seriously," I said, "it's New Years and neither one of us scored tonight, so I'm going to drink until I'm satisfied."
The bartender slung her towel over her right shoulder and cocked her hips, taking a confident stance. "So do you boys have a ride home ready, or do I have to call you a cab?" She sounded exasperated and her voice was monotone, as if she'd already been through this interaction a hundred times today.
"One more drink?" I pleaded with her, giving my best puppy-dog eyes and jutting out my lower lip in a faux pout. "Please?"
The bartender shook her head and proceeded to shrug her shoulders in response. "It's your funeral."
Mark and I cheered, toasting our empty glasses together and handing them over to the bartender to get another beer. "Hey Mark, I'm gonna go take a piss. Don't drink my beer while I'm gone, got it?" I stood up just as the bartender dropped off our beers and stumbled my way over to the bathroom.
During the time it took for me to aim my dick at the urinal and finally relieve my aching bladder, Mark had fallen asleep next to our drinks. At this point, the bar had nearly cleared out entirely, after all, it was almost 2:00 a.m. However, there was one man who had lurked in the bar's corner all night who was still here, finishing his drink. Not even the bartender, who had started cleaning up in the backroom already, had noticed that he was still there. And he saw this situation as an opportunity. The man in the corner smiled to himself and stood up to approach our seats at the bar, and dropped a small pill in each of our beers before returning to his corner.
The bathroom door swung back and forth as I made my way back to my friend and my drink. I shook Mark awake and sat back down on the barstool as he came back to reality.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mark!" I said, feeling a bit groggy myself. He raised his glass in response and downed a large swig to try and stay awake. I did the same thing, and took out my phone to call up a cab to get the both of us home after recognizing how tired we both were.
The phone slipped out of my hands as my fingers started to feel numb, and it dropped to floor with a *CRACK*. "Fuck." I said, and leaned down to pick it up. Much to my surprise, a nice man was there to pick up and hand me back my phone.
"Hey there, pal, you're looking quite tired." The man said with a small smirk on his face. His appearance was blurry and my vision was starting to go dark, but I noticed his close-cropped brunette hair and similarly deep brown eyes as he smiled as if we'd known each other our entire lives. He must have been 6'4" and most of his body was bulging with muscles, making it feel like he was the predator and we were the prey.
"Hey, bartender!" The man yelled out for the woman working at the bar. When she popped her head out of the backroom to see what was going on, he gestured down towards me and Mark's now unconscious bodies, and her expression told him that she understood exactly what was going on.
"You taking care of 'em?" She asked, hope dripping from her voice.
"Yeah, I've got the both of 'em," he said, pretending as if this wasn't his doing in the first place, and the bartender went back to the backroom to continue cleaning up. The man fished our wallets out of our pockets and paid our bills before slinging us over each shoulder and walking out to his car.
...An unknown amount of time later...
I woke up with a start and immediately noticed that my hands and legs were cuffed to a bed. The cool air made my naked body shiver in fear, and the cold metal cuffs certainly didn't help that feeling of dread. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself as the seriousness of the scenario started to sober me up. No matter how hard to pulled, the restraints didn't even budge. What was worse was the IV bag hooked up near the bed feeding me some unknown drug through a needle taped to my arm. There was no way of removing it, and I certainly didn't feel like popping a blood vessel just to escape and die from blood loss, so I decided the best move was to simply leave everything as is.
It seemed like I was in somebody's basement, and I was on a bed in the middle of the room. In fact, besides a large menacing-looking locker in the corner, this bed was the centerpiece of the room. I called out to see if anyone could help me or even hear me, but nobody responded.
Hours later, the man from the bar came down the stairs. His every step made the feeble wooden stairs underneath quake, and he took his time in making his way over to me. The man was entirely naked, showing off his bulging muscular form and his large 9" cock, which he was swinging tauntingly as he strutted towards me.
Unable to form an actual sentence due to fear, I sputtered out some garbled, tear-ridden plea for mercy. I found my own lack of confidence to be odd, because even though every cell in my body was screaming to panic and cry and completely break down, I was never like this before. Of course, that was because that unknown substance that had been seeping into my system for the past few hours had been doing its job perfectly.
"Well it looks like you're just about finished, little sissy." The man's gruff voice echoed off the basement walls. He pointed a finger at the IV bag and smiled. "You enjoying that batch of George's SissySauce? I make it myself. All natural." He sounded proud of his accomplishment, and he ran his rough hands across my (apparently) now smooth legs. I hadn't even noticed til' now, but my entire body was hairless from the eyebrows down.
"What's going on?" I asked, only to be met with an intense glare from George. "Please?" I begged, tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Sir?" He smiled at the 'sir' comment, as if my response to the situation was exactly what he expected.
George dropped his cock next to my head on the bed and stretched his body while he talked. "You see, sissy, when you mix a real man's cum with a certain batch of chemicals, you get this neat effect that scientists have yet to discover. When injected directly into a beta man's bloodstream, the concoction forces the beta male's body to accept its place as a submissive sissy and the body in turn begins to forcefully adapt to its new role. You might have noticed, but you're lacking a bit in the cock size department, your body hair is gone, and your mind is just a tad bit more suggestible than it used to be." His words went in one ear and out the other, though, as the only thing I found myself able to focus on were his cock. It was huge, and I could only sit and wonder exactly what he was going to do to me with it.
"And now," he said, "I'm going to break you in."
My eyes went wide with fear, but for the most part I was just confused as to what was happening. George was unlocking my cuffs, one by one, and setting me...free? Immediately after he unlocked the last cuff, I swung for his head with my fist, only to find out that he didn't even flinch at my punch. My weak swing did no damage to his bulky figure, and he smiled widely at my lack of strength.
He grabbed both of my wrists and manipulated me into a face-down position on the bed with a physical strength that I couldn't even begin to try and resist. Tears started to stream down my eyes as I sobbed, realizing that my anal virginity was about to be taken by this horrible man. I pleaded for mercy, but he remained silent as the tip of his cock tapped at the entrance of my asshole. I felt a slimy finger enter my hole, probing inside and making me feel violated in ways I'd never even known was possible until now.
I felt his hands grip my hips like vicegrips, and then I felt the mushroom head of his penis force its way past my hole and he buried his cock deep into my ass, causing me to cry out in pain and agony from the intruder in my backside. My poor asshole screamed out in pain and the tears poured out of my eyes like a waterfall. Pump. Pump. Pump. The cock would extract itself from being 9" deep into my hole to almost leaving, and then all of the sudden he would thrust back in all the way and I would feel the pain stab me like a thousand needles in my backside. Then, he pulled out. A moment of relief washed over me, but that moment was short-sighted as he immediately plunged back into my hole. He repeated this action tens of times, watching my asshole gape every time he extracted his large member from my hole.
Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. In. Out. In. Out. This repeated for hours, the man went on for what seemed like an eternity. And the pain that I felt at the beginning, over time, started to change. It morphed, gradually, and I started to feel a warm glow of pleasure from every time he pumped his cock into my asshole. Hours later, and I was moaning like a dog in heat, begging for him to keep pounding my tight hole.
George smiled at the sight of my pathetic, tear-ridden figure begging for him to pound my ass into submission. And with that, he buried his cock into my ass until his balls slapped against my ass cheeks and unloaded an absolutely absurd amount of cum directly into my bowels. A wave of pleasure overloaded my system and I felt my own penis explode with ecstasy. Load after load were shot from his cock directly into my asshole, and he stayed buried in my ass until he was finally done.
He finally pulled out his cock, and I noticed how my (apparently flaccid) cock was draining itself of my cum in a long stream of white sticky mess. I felt my asshole gaping, throbbing, and leaking a small portion of the cum that now filled up my hole.
I felt a large metal object being inserted into my ass that made a satisfying *POP* as it was sucked into my receptive hole. The buttplug that was now sitting lovingly in my hole was holding in the cum, and it made me feel so... used. George took the opportunity to slap my right ass cheek, causing a ripple to go through my ass and causing the buttplug to start vibrating. I moaned in response, and shivered in fear of my own horniness.
George grabbed my face by the chin and brought his face right up against mine for a rough kiss and forced his tongue into my mouth, exploring with ease. "This is your new life, sissy, you're welcome," he said, and stabbed a needle into my neck.
My world went black.
I woke up in my apartment the next day, looking over at the clock that said '11:00 a.m. January 1st'. My entire body ached in pain, and I decided to stay in bed until my body recovered from whatever happened.
Was last night just a bad dream? I thought, but my fears were confirmed as I reached down to feel the buttplug in my ass, and I began to cry to myself. I- I- I- this can't be happening to me. This cannot be happening to me. I broke down sobbing and curled up into the fetal position. I couldn't even pull out the buttplug; I didn't have the strength to pull it out in this position.
Hours later, when I had finally calmed down, I took a damage report. The cum stayed warm in my ass and dripped out of my ass humiliatingly after I'd finally pulled out the buttplug. My body hair was non-existent, and it looked like the hair on my head had grown 10" overnight. It also looked like my body was even frailer than before, the muscles that I'd worked so hard to develop were gone, replaced by the weak arms akin to a teenage girl's. Looking into the full-length mirror, if I didn't know any better, I would say that I was looking at a rather pretty young woman whose ass was dripping with ejaculate.
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That night changed me forever. Not only my appearance changed, but what I'd experienced was a pleasure that never left my mind no matter how many girls I'd tried to get into bed with. I just couldn't get hard, no matter what porn I watched or what girls I'd get with. Eventually, I gave into the temptation and hooked up with a guy I met on Grindr. He tore into my ass and it was a bliss that I'd been missing in my life for what felt like forever. After that experience, I started doing everything in my power to attract men that would be able to pleasure my willing asshole. I dieted to stay slim and pretty, started taking care of my appearance and hygiene meticulously, and whenever one the men I'd get with would suggest I do something to my appearance I'd obey without a second thought.
When one guy, Jared, who had a 10" long thick black cock dangling in front of my eager mouth, told me to put on some of his wife's lingerie, I obeyed. And afterwards, I started wearing lingerie every day.
When Harold, with his girthy 8.5"cock, told me to start wearing makeup and style my hair in a feminine manner, I obeyed. And every day after that encounter, I'd started putting on makeup for my everyday routine and I went to a stylist to get my hair curled and cut so as to present myself as someone that would be guaranteed to turn every man's head my way.
When I was stroking Isaac's large 9" member with my hands and worshipping his fat dick, he noted that my hands were sorely lacking in nail polish and acrylic nails. Immediately after our encounter, with cum still sloshing around in my backside, I strutted down to my favorite salon and walked out with 10 fingers of pretty long acrylic nails. I made sure to make appointments for future visits, as I was positive that I'd be coming back every week to make sure my nails were stylish and on-point.
I was riding Johnny's solid 8" of cock when he told me that I'd look much sexier with a pair of high heels on my feet. I agreed, and soon enough my entire wardrobe of dusty old man shoes were replaced with stripper heels and pink pumps galore, the every dream of an aspiring sissy.
It was Oscar's 11" of glorious man-meat, though, that pushed me past my breaking point. He told me that if I was taking cock like a girl and I looked like a girl, then I should be dressing like a girl as well. I took his words to heart and immediately threw away all my ugly boy clothes, replacing them with a great new wardrobe of frilly dresses and tight miniskirts and crop tops to make my adorably femininity stand out among a crowd. I never questioned where the money came from for me to buy all of these things, but a large deposit of money came every week from a man named 'George' into my bank account, and I wasn't about to complain about it. After all, thanks to that I was able to buy all of these pretty new clothes!
I looked into the mirror once again before going out to please another man's cock, and took note of all the changes that had been made since that fateful New Year's event. My long golden-blonde locks were curled and wavy, stretching all the way down to my butt and framing my gorgeous face perfectly. That face was slathered with the most expensive makeup money could buy, in a rather whorish manner making me seem like more of a prostitute than an actual woman. And below my face was my feminine body that, although lacking in curves, fit my tight red mini-dress perfectly and accentuated my petit frame lovingly. My long smooth legs traveled for miles down to my 6" red stiletto heels that made me want to absolutely die with happiness just looking at them.
When I arrived at the man's place, I was shocked to see George standing there with a large grin on his face, looking me over hungrily.
"Come in, sissy, your friend is waiting to serve me as well." He said, and slapped my ass as I walked in.
And boy, was I surprised to see this scene. A gorgeous black-haired beauty with emerald-green eyes was sitting on the couch dressed in a tight black miniskirt and black crop top. Her makeup was sultry and smoky, just begging anyone to approach her and stick their cock inside. Moreover, her feet were wedged into 5.5" heeled black boots that traveled up to her knees and lovingly accentuated her smooth white thighs. It was Mark.
We looked into each other's eyes with a mix of lust, pity, and fear, but the lust and the months of sucking cock after cock tore down any sense of rationality or reason that we might have previously held. Our only thoughts were on pleasing George's cock by whatever means necessary. And please him we did. The long night of passion we three had must have gone down in the history books as the most degenerate night to have ever existed. We sucked, we fucked, and we did everything we possibly could to please him even if that included debasing ourselves by any means necessary.
It was a new year, and this was the new me.
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