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So here I am. Finally. I've waited and dreamed of this moment for my entire life. A few moments ago, I finally got what I've always wanted: I'm a freak. A sex toy. A slut-whore-bimbo-cum dumpster with a dripping wet pussy, silver blond hair, and more plastic surgery than brains. My mind is foggy and distracted and mostly all I can think about is cock and apparently it's just about time for me to get some of that. It's all happening so fast that I barely even know what I look like. I know from the fact that I have to look way up to talk to my 5'9" former fianc?e Niki that I'm tiny. I say former because I know for a fact that she doesn't like lesbian sex very often, and she isn't super interested in stupid people or ass implants. I'm not totally sure yet that I'm stupid, but I don't know why I wouldn't be, since I seem to have gotten everything else I always wanted, including my giant ass implants. At least I think they're giant. They feel giant. They have their own sway when I move, feel enormous in my hands, and make it so it feels weird to sit, like I'm on water balloons. I haven't seen them from behind yet, but I can tell that they must be pretty fucking giant because they make my profile look weird, and stick out on the sides when I look in the mirror from the front. Plus my legs just aren't that fucking thick; there's no way I grew an ass like that. In any case, I already know things are done with Niki; she's already said so. I can't really say that I'm very pretty. I mean I think I probably used to be, or would have been, or... was? It's all a little confusing. But I look in the mirror and feel like, if had always been the me I am now, I would have been really very pretty before I went gonzo on the surgeries. Delicate, dainty, petite, big eyed, spritely, even probably beautiful with my natural features and dark brown hair. I'm not so that anymore, but I am starting, for some reason, just starting to remember how that was. That was then, though. Now the first thing I see -anyone sees- are breast implants. Kind of not really even tits, because mostly my tits are made of saline. I sort of remember getting the first pair at fourteen years old. I don't know how that makes any sense, because I've only been this person for about fifteen minutes, but that's how it happened to the me that I am suddenly becoming. They felt big at the time, those first implants. My tits were already a decent size to begin with. Awesome, amazing, beautiful C cups with nice, proportional, round perky nipples that poked through my shirt and got me loads of attention. I had the doctor stuff as much saline in me as he could fit. I had to fuck him repeatedly to convince him to do it. I'd call him a pervert for fucking a fourteen year old girl and then doing that to her chest, but by that point I had already learned to be very... convincing. It's odd how real these memories are starting to feel. I've gotten bigger tits about every 18 months since, and now when I think back, those first tits weren't really all that. Each time I've gone back to the Dr. it's been the same thing: I let him put his dick wherever he wants, and he puts the biggest tits in me that he can. I'm not sure exactly what "size" they are now, but the number 3600 is floating around in my brain. Or maybe it's 3800. As in 3800 CC's of saline per tit. I honestly can't remember. I don't think I'm very good with numbers anymore. I'm not even sure how old I am. 19? Am I even old enough to drink? Anyway, my nipples are no longer perky, and they certainly are no longer round. They're stretched pretty flat and kind of in just a bit of a jagged oblong now. At least they're sem... symm... symmetri... cal? Fuck it: They both look pretty much the same, and look like they're both in the right spot. My tits don't point weird; they're just kind of far apart. And huge. I love them. They're fucking sexy. They make me look clumsy when I walk. They make me look trashy. They make me feel like I'm always on display, but also like I'm invisible. When I look at most people, that's what they're looking at. For all I can tell by watching the average person gawk at me on the street or in the grocery store, I'm really just a huge pair of fake tits. After my tits, assuming anyone ever looks up at my face, they're probably going to notice my lips. My lips are a lot like my tits, only maybe less extreme. I mean my whole face is full of filler. It's really well done, though, and looks nice like a famous pornstar or something. My lips are just pretty fucking big. My mouth was always big on my face: I have one of those "face eating smiles" that dazzles with sparkly white teeth. It was the first thing I learned how to use to make guys like me. Everyone was always telling me about how pretty my eyes and my smile were. Anyway, ummm... Right, my lips. I got 'em nice and plumped up so they're very obviously done. They don't really go all the way together when I close my mouth. There's always just a little bit of space in the middle where they don't touch unless I make them on purpose. If I suck on a big enough cock, my lip blocks off my nostrils and makes it hard for me to breathe. It got worse when I got my nose done. I didn't do very much to it because it was pretty cute before; I just wanted it done enough so you could tell that I had a nose job. I wanted it to be obvious that I hadn't left anything untouched, and that all of that work was done to make me less like a person, and more like an easy place to put your penis. To that end, all the parts of me that I could get worked on to make myself look like a sex toy I did. I even had my doctor puff up my outer pussy lips really big with some fat that he sucked out of my tummy. That one wasn't my idea, it was Niki's, back when we first met. Wait... how does that even make sense? I was a man when we met! My memories are getting all confused and jumbled. It's getting hard to tell which ones really happened and which ones just came with this body. But the ones that happened to this body really happened too, right? Fuck it. Whatever. Anyway... I like those kinds of ideas the best: the ones that aren't mine, and especially the ones I don't actually want. Like, I never used to want ass implants. I thought they were ugly and weird, but a guy I was fucking told me he'd pay for them because he was into it. He told me it would make his dick really hard to see me with a big, round, fake looking ass to match my titties, so I did it. And he was right: it made his dick really fucking hard. I think that's when I decided for real that I was just going to stop being a person and start being a thing to have sex with. Anyway, what the fuck was I just talking about? Oh right, my fucking huge pussy. It's hard for me to see my pussy when I'm standing up because my tits are in the way, but when I looked in the mirror it looked like a giant nerf clamshell that was just a little bit brown, and kind of stuffed between my little legs. It's too big to fit while I'm just standing there, so one lip always squeezes down lower than the other, which bugs me because it looks stupid. On the other hand, it rubs against itself when I walk and makes it so I get wet and want to cum, which I like because it makes me eager for just about anyone to fuck me. Plus it makes it so I want to spread my legs so it looks better and doesn't feel so squished. Once I'm lying down with my knees in the air, it's fucking sexy and soft looking and full and round. Seeing a pussy like that makes me want to stick my dick in... it. Ha... right... my dick. Niki used to love that thing until she discovered how masochistic I am, and how much I love emotional abuse. She figured that out once I finally convinced her to start sleeping around on me with whomever she could. When just the act of her cheating wasn't enough anymore, I made her write essays about how much better her other lovers were than me, and why, and the reasons she should always be sleeping with a better man than I was, and about how my dick just wasn't really all that great, or good, or even adequate compared to the monsters that she liked to fuck. At one point I even convinced her to have a lover move into our house to be her main, alpha partner. He'd interrupt us while we were fucking to have his turn and make her scream and cum inside her pussy without a condom. Once he came along I was no longer allowed to cum in her pussy at all, even though that was my favorite thing to do. Sometimes one of them would kick me out of the room altogether until they were finished, and if I wanted my turn I'd have to fuck his load afterwards while she was worn out and disinterested and sometimes even asleep. Even then I still wasn't allowed to cum inside of her. It was that arrangement that finally put her over the edge. We'd both done such a good job at convincing her that literally every other man she fucked was superior to me, and I had done such a good job at convincing her to fuck so many men, that she really did get sick of my cock altogether. It's not like she hated me or anything, and up until recently she'd always let me fuck her when I wanted, but really she got hers from that roommate who finally became her full time boyfriend a couple of months ago. Once they got romantic, though, he didn't want her fucking anyone else but him, so she'd only fuck me every once in a while when he wasn't around. Why I was actually into being replaced like that, I don't think I will ever know, but I was. I loved watching those two together, getting attention from her where I could, and having her boyfriend's sloppy seconds on the odd occasion where she'd let me. A while after those two made it official, she somehow figured out how to change me into a confused, excited, horny little girl, and sprung it on me tonight. It was the most convenient option, she said, to get me out of the way of her and her boyfriend for good. Plus, she said that it's what I always really wanted anyway. Her other lovers weren't very happy about her new, mostly monogamous relationship either, so she's giving me to them as some sort of consolation prize. I guess they're on their way over now, so it is by many of her other, better, more manly and ripped and well hung lovers that I am about to get my disproportionate little sex freak body fucked senseless. She told me that she had set up this gangbang for me soon after I came back to consciousness from whatever the hell she'd done to change me. I was too confused to really get what was going on or absorb the information when she said the words, but when "A bunch of the guys I've been fucking are coming over in an hour to use you as a cum dumpster" came out of her mouth, my pussy clenched and gushed down my legs. I had to wipe the dripping juices off with my hands and then smear them on my tight little belly. Right after that she handed me some clothes and a makeup bag. It was a pretty automatic response to get myself ready, and it was while I was putting mascara on that the memories started coming back. I'd done this before. Many many times I had done this before. I'm not sure when since I'd never *actually* done this before, but I can remember doing it, so I must, this body, this new person that I am *must* have done this before. It's so very familiar and comforting to put makeup on and get dressed all slutty in advance of getting used. It's like I'm doing exactly what it is that I'm supposed to do. What I was... created ...for. ...this is literally what I was created for. This person I am now doesn't have any memories before the age of twelve. But I remember BEING twelve. I remember ordering things from amazon every day so I could seduce the UPS driver. He was so uncomfortable and scared at first, and I had NO idea what I was doing, but every day I would watch some porn and some makeup tutorials and work out an outfit and try my best to get that hot fucking guy to come in and stick his dick in me. Finally the thing that did it was a cut off wife-beater that didn't cover the bottom of my little (but definitely already there) boobs, a pair of thigh high sport socks with yellow stripes, and a pair of blue satin running shorts that were about two sizes two small and wedged way up in my pussy crack so it was patently obvious that I wasn't wearing panties. In the days leading up to it, his nervousness was becoming more and more obvious, and he'd started looking me up and down when he didn't think I was paying attention. His voice cracked and shook on the day when I turned around and bent over to "put the package on the floor so I could sign for it." Really I was just trying to get my little sun dress to ride up so my bare pussy would show and he'd lose it and fuck me from behind, but it didn't work. I'm almost positive he saw my pussy, but who wants to go to jail for fucking a twelve year old girl, no matter how overdeveloped she was? After that, I knew I'd have to take matters into my own hands, so I put on some smoky eye makeup and those tiny little camel toe shorts, and when he handed me the gizmo to sign my name I took his hand instead and pulled myself into his chest and put his hand on my ass. Then I moaned and pressed into him, and opened my mouth and eyes in big, excited, fake surprise when my hand drifted down to find his dripping hard cock. After that it was over in what seemed like seconds. He moved in a hurry and before I knew it we were both inside. He kissed me all over as he stripped my shirt and shorts off. He turned me around, bent me over, got the head of his dick wet by rubbing it up and down my slit a couple of times, and then shoved all the way inside of me in one smooth thrust. I had a screaming orgasm as soon as his balls pressed into my clit. He was taking my virginity but it didn't actually hurt at all because I'd already fucked myself senseless with a nice dildo he'd delivered a month ago. Anyway, he reached around and played with my B cups and rolled my nipples between his fingers while I bucked uncontrollably, and squirted all over his crotch. He came almost immediately after, and then got up and left in a hurry. One of the best feelings of my life was to wipe away the string of his cum that was oozing out of my pussy when I stood up and then lick it off my palm. I was hooked, and we fucked several more times after that day. He was very very sweet, but very very dirty. I think it was him that first put the seed into my head that I should get my lips and tits done, and maybe turn a few tricks here and there, or do a little porn like all of the girls from the videos I watched. Eventually he got a real girlfriend; someone he could do more things with than fuck and get sucked off. Things like carry on a decent conversation about the world. The only things I knew about I learned from porn, exercise blogs, and youtube videos about makeup and clothes. It's like I was literally born just before I met him. I was utterly two dimensional. Oh God, I'm so confused. I almost just came a little thinking about that time and it jolted me back to reality. I don't remember anything else about being twelve than learning how to fuck and seduce guys who were way way older than I was. Everything else is just gone. That's the earliest thing I can remember. If I try to think back any earlier it's just a jumbled mess of girly images, and lots and lots of pink. Pink. Fuck. I need to get dressed! I'm just standing here like an idiot fucking with my hair and applying more makeup on top of my makeup. It's like I forgot I already did it or something. Shit. The clothes. The "clothes." The clothes are all hot pink. Hot pink fishnet stockings, hot pink fishnet top, and a hot pink "skirt" that's really just a narrow stretchy sash that I'm going to tie tight around me so it hugs my ass and lets my fat clamshell pussy stick out the bottom. Oh, and there are my shoes. Six inch, clear plastic stripper heels. Let's see, I'm 4'11", so with these I'll be... five foot... two? Well at least I'll be tall. Holy fuck. I'm 4'11"? ...I'm 4'11". Goddamn. OK, one last check in the mirror... Gah. I wish my pussy didn't look so weird when I was just standing there. I wonder if I could push that side up so it's even... God that guy's dick was hot. God my clit feels fucking amazing right now. I can't wait to play with it while someone slides their cock in me. I don't even need them to care about my enjoyment; I just want their cum up inside of me and I can get myself off if I haven't already. It's hard for me to give myself an orgasm -almost impossible, actually- unless I've got some guy's cock ramming me, cum up inside me or sprayed all over me, or someone is telling me to get myself off for their enjoyment. All of the above is the best, with my ass in the air and some guy pulling my hair. Maybe my eyes are glued shut with semen or I'm getting throat fucked ...-Holy fuck where was I just then? I was just checking my outfit in the mirror and before I know it I had one hand on my tits and the other stuffed in the crack of my pussy mound. When are those guys getting here? I need some dick like, now. There's the doorbell. I think it's time. Yes, there are voices. Lots of guy voices. It's time. Thank fucking God. I give up on fixing my labia and walk out of the bathroom, and down the hall to the stairs. My fucking pussy rubs up against itself the entire way and even if *had* been thinking about anything else, it'd be gone now. The stairs. No matter what I do, I always look like an idiot going down stairs. I can't see over my tits, and they make my balance weird, so I end up craning my neck way forward and side stepping down one stair at a time. These shoes don't help me out either. They make me tentative and scared looking, with a death grip on the handrail and my other hand stuck straight behind my ass for balance. Graceful looking I am not, nor will I ever be. Whoa, I just realized that I've never actually walked around in this body before. I have all of these memories that seem to be coming up and replacing my own, but all of the sensations feel totally new. I feel jiggly. Every time I take a step my ass jiggles against itself like a pair of overfilled water balloons, and my tits either bounce, swing, or smack into one another. I... everyone is staring at me. I forgot they were all here because of the stairs and the feelings from the water balloons that make up so much of my body weight. Everyone is still staring. Up and down. People don't usually have time to notice all of me on the street. Fuck, wait, I've never actually been on the street in this body. Nobody has ever actually seen this body before. I am in this body. I can't hide. I no longer have any secrets. I'm terrified.This is how I'm going to go out in public from now until forever! Oh my God look at that cock. Those cocks. Oh no. I never stopped walking. I got lost in my thoughts and walked all the way down the stairs and into the middle of the room where all of these guys are, and almost ran into one that was standing right in front of me. They were quiet for a few seconds but now they're starting to talk to each other like I'm not even here. "Whoa, will you take a look at this bitch's tits!" Only I'm here. I know I'm here because they're starting to touch me while they talk, like they're examining a gadget or a toy. "I've never fucking seen an ass like that!" Says God knows who from behind me while I can feel a pair of hands lifting and spreading my round saline ass until I feel cool air on my asshole. He drops it and I fall backwards just a little bit, followed by a hot, painful, resounding SLAP on one ass cheek that throws me off balance from the surprise, and makes my ass jiggle for what seems like a bit too long. They close in around me and it's all hands. Hands all over my body, touching and groping and pulling and squeezing all of my various implants. Some of them are already taking their clothes off and letting their halfway hard cocks flop out of their freshly unzipped blue jeans. I'm getting pushed and turned, one guy grabs my chin and pulls my face over to him and dives in for a kiss. It's not a romantic kiss, or soft. He's doing it to dominate me. He wants to try my mouth out and see how my lips feel. He sucks on the bottom one, and it's easy because it's big enough to really get pulled into his mouth. He lets it out with a pop and says "I'm gonna love having those around my cock." Then he suddenly gets taller and I realize that he had to bend way down just to get to my face, and that I'm surrounded by people who are more than twice my size, and twice my strength, and that I'd be helpless to stop any single one of them from doing whatever they wanted to me, let alone all of them, however many there are. Not a single one of them has a face that I recognize, because I've never actually met any of them before. I do recognize some bodies, though, because Niki used to text me pictures of all of their chiseled muscles and beautiful penises. "This is what a real man looks like" she'd write "You will never make me cum like he does" and then it would be radio silence for hours while they fucked into the night. She was right, too. Over the years she had fucked with my head and trained my body so I no longer had any self-control. She turned me into a two pump chump specifically so that pleasuring her was something I could no longer even dream of accomplishing. Her orgasms were purely the domain of better men. All that is about to change, though: I can cum as fast and as often as I want now and it won't ruin a thing; I don't have to try (and fail) to give pleasure anymore, men can just take it; I don't even have to be in the mood for sex; men can just lube me up and use me for it. Their orgasms are all but guaranteed. Mine? Easy enough I guess, but who gives a shit; I just want to make men cum. And that starts now. Awash in the sea of rubbing, pinching, jostling, probing hands, my own hands have absentmindedly found their way to the two cocks most in front of me. I'm short enough and my tits are big enough that I can stroke the heads of them right up against my nipples. I could get tit fucked from here without too much in the way of contortion or acrobatics. Someone kicks my feet apart and I feel my outer labia unstick from one another and spread out a bit. Immediately after a hand runs down the crack of my ass and around to my slit, finds my clitoris, and starts rubbing it. I melt right there on the spot and my mind all but turns off. With a wave of pleasure I dive forward to one of the cocks in my hand and put it in my mouth and start sucking it. The hand in my crotch is rubbing back and forth and spreading my juices all over it. I switch to the cock in my other hand as I feel my skirt being pulled up over the top of my ass. The groping at my tits makes the material of the fishnet feel scratchy against my skin. These clothes have served their purpose, so I stop sucking and stand up to take them off. I have plenty of help, and the skirt and top, along with my arms, are whisked up over the top of my head in an instant. My tits pull together as the skirt goes over them, then plop and swing into their "just a bit too far apart" position on my chest. When they hit bottom I feel the tug on the skin over my collarbones, and I am reminded of how heavy they are. The guy I was just sucking reaches out and grabs my head and pulls it back to his dick while at the same time a forearm reaches around the front of my hips while some other hands press on my back to bend me forward. The movement isn't so much coordinated as it is a bunch of guys who all want pretty much the same thing at the same time: to stick their cocks in whatever hole they can get to, and for that right now, I need to be bent over. Back in my mouth goes dick number two. My hand is still on dick number one. Someone grabs my other hand and puts it in dick number three, which feels like it barely fits in my hand and is already wet with pre-cum. This guy's gonna be easy. "Mr. Easy," I name him in my head. The forearm slides back out from in front of me, but his hand stops on my hip. It feels massive on me, with his thumb resting on top of my ass implant, while his fingers are almost all the way around to the midline of my lower belly. His other hand returns to rubbing my pussy and he spreads one of my ass cheeks to the side with his thumb. I feel a large drop of saliva fall onto my asshole and run its way forward. It tickles and feels slimy and wet. The hand disappears just for a split second and returns holding the head of a massive penis that rubs up and down from my asshole to my pussy, spreading the juices and spit around and making me entirely unsure as to which one he's going to thrust it into. I hope it's my pussy because his dick feels huge and I'm scared it's going to hurt. I also know that there are more guys in the room than I can count, and someone is going to fuck my ass regardless, so I suppose it might as well be him. FUCK FUCK FUCK. IT'S HIM. OH MY GOD IT'S HIM. IT'S FUCKING HIM HIM HIM HIM HIM -my mind screams in both agony and ecstasy has he slowly but determinedly pushes the fat head of his cock against my tiny little asshole, stretching it out to what must be at least three times its normal aperture. As the girth grows, and I feel the pressure building inside me, the pain reaches a surprisingly manageable plateau. The pleasure, on the other hand, keeps building, as I wait for that inexorable POP when the ridge of his head finally slides past my asshole and all the way inside of me. It soon does, and from there his cock slides slickly and easily inside to a remarkable depth. At that moment, my mind shatters and loses the present moment. I am flooded with the memories of this body once again, from the first time Mr UPS guy broke my ass in, through the random heard of strangers that have been up in there ever since. I used to only let the average sized guys fuck my ass, but it became trickier for them to really do the job once I got bigger and bigger implants. Once they landed on just the far side of "weirdly way too fucking big for my tiny frame" my asshole became prime real estate for those 8 inches and above. I can remember them all clearly, the grunts, the screams, the groans, the tightening grip on my hips, the painful plunges just a little too deep inside of me, the pumping twitching dick sensations from the guys who really came a lot. Then as always follows, the slide back out, the emptiness, the cool air in my gaping ass, the feeling of being used and dirty. The often lack of my own climax. The "Thanks Babe" and the soft click of the door as the man of the moment made his exit. Turning over on my back, playing with my tits, and rubbing myself to delicious orgasm with an ass full of some rando's semen, then blankly, matter-of-factly sitting on a toilet and shitting it out while still in the post coital haze. There was always something I loved about how disposable I felt as I finished and wiped myself clean. Maybe the hand prints would even still burn to remind me, and no matter how well I wiped, his juices and my still wet pussy would only leak out to make me feel a little greasy when I walked back down the hall to my bedroom. OHHHHHH FUUUUUCK, I LOST MYSELF AGAIN. Jesus fucking Christ I'm getting spit roasted to fucking death right now. It's like the guys are in a competition to see who can shove the deepest. I'm surprised that either one fits in either end, let alone down my throat or balls deep against my ass cheeks. I snapped back because I was fucking gagging and about to lose it. Dude's got a tight hold of my head and is doing pretty much whatever he wants to my mouth. I can't get enough, though. When he pulls it out I'm desperate to lick it and rub it all over my face. I'm like an animal without any hands, though, since mine are still pumping on... two completely different dicks than they were before I went off to la-la land. Who the fuck are these guys? I never even saw them when I came downstairs. Holy shit, I don't think I've *ever* seen the guy that's ramming my asshole right now, as in, I still haven't seen him -might never see him- despite the fact that he's going to blow his load right up in there at any moment. But then they both stop. "My legs are getting tired bro, this bitch is too fucking short to be doing it like this." "You wanna put her on her knees?" "Yeah, that'll work." I get lost in the distraction. My ass is full, but nothing is happening, and I just want to keep sucking, so I bring my left hand to the dick in my mouth and slowly start pumping and sucking on my own. It feels good to be in control again for a moment; to savor and enjoy the taste and the feeling and the smell and the stretch into my throat without it feeling violent and scary. The guy smacks me in the face like an animal and tells me to wait. I don't. He slaps me harder. It hurts, so I sit still and pout. Then another voice from the side: "If you're putting her on the floor let me lay down so I can fuck her pussy." I turn my head to see a familiar abdomen with a familiar cock. "Hi!" I say. Chipper and cheery like he was a close friend. "Uhh, hey." And then without any other words I was lifted into the air by my hips. I had to grab onto the dude in front of me to keep from falling on my face, and in an instant there are hands on my tits and belly, and I am aloft. "Uh hey" wiggles his way underneath me and I get to see his face for the first time. He's cute. Tall. Kind of innocent looking with his pale blue eyes and hair that's medium blond and just a bit shaggy. Seems like one of those laid back, smart, super friendly types that gets long with everybody and speaks a bunch of different languages. He's got a nice body, too, and a beautiful penis that's hard as a nail right now. As soon as I see it, all I can think about is getting my fat pussy wrapped around the base of it. Down I go, as the stranger with his dick in my ass awkwardly tries to work his way to the floor without his cock coming out. Ha. This is the stuff they never show in pornos. I don't mind, though, because it gives me a chance to look at this beautiful man beneath me. I like him. The stranger's knees hit the floor with a thud, and with it he rams is dick in my ass a little too hard for comfort. I yelp and tense up a bit, and the beautiful man looks concerned. I smile and shake it off and without a word, grab his dick and guide it towards my pussy. Where the fuck did my friend Niki find all of these people? For fuck sake, once again, his dick feels huge in my hand. My pussy is dripping as usual, so it's really easy to lube this guy up. He looks me in the eyes while I do it, and then his eyes melt closed and he lets out a hot, horny breath as I glide it in. I like him a lot. I squirm down to the bottom of both dicks and try to put my hips at a good angle. My tits are pressed into dreamboat's chest because, well, they're huge and there's no way that they wouldn't unless I was sitting straight up. He runs his hands over the sides of them, and over the shape that the backs of the implants make because they're too wide and stick out from the sides of my ribcage. "Fuuuck yess" he whispers, and my pussy gushes and I go in for a hot makeout session. My tits are in the way and I have to push hard, but he meets me in the middle and lets me stick my tongue in his mouth. I like the way his is so much bigger than mine. I like the way he sucks my lips: gentle and nice. I can tell he's actually into them, like maybe I just got lucky and have finally found a guy who's just into the plastic whore thing. My bottom lip pops free from his and he unconsciously grinds deeper into me. The stranger, settled now, takes that as his cue, and the two of them start gyrating in unison. I feel very, very full. My ass feels more stretched out than it did a second ago, and I can feel my tissues being squeezed and pushed and pulled inside of me as they get crushed in between two hard cocks. The one in my pussy, though, feels... like... well... not much. I mean don't get me wrong, I like it, and it feels amazing, and it makes me melt into him when he thrusts into me. I just figured that for as big as it is, I'd maybe feel it a little more. Oh right, that was the point with Michael. He was into that. His thing was loose pussies, and I fucked him pretty consistently for a good three years. I mean if I'm going to get an ugly ass that I don't want in order to make some near stranger's dick hard, you bet I'm going to blast my pussy loose for some dude who comes around regularly, and is nice to me through two boob jobs, another round of ass implants, and more facial filler sessions than I can even begin to remember. He wanted it so neither of us could cum when we fucked, so I'd buy these giant dildos and just sit around on them for hours. Thankfully the "I can't cum on a normal penis" thing never quite worked for me. Even at my loosest I could still get myself off if I hit it at the right angle. It worked on him, though. He'd fuck and fuck and fuck and would eventually have to pull out and masturbate all over me, or fuck another hole if he wanted to cum. I'd just pretend. It was super easy to NOT hit it at the right angle and have an orgasm. Often times I'd feel barely anything at all, like he was just bumping into me from behind without penetration. Of course I loved it. It made me feel trashy and used up and worthless. It fit in with the program, ya know? A few months after Michael hit his non-orgasmic holy grail, he sort of just drifted off. I think I was a project for him; a thing that he needed to have experienced before he could finally settle down with a normal girl. I stopped stretching my pussy on purpose, but now the only way I *can* cum solo and semen free is with a giant dildo, so it never went back to normal either. Thankfully there's a totally bright side: having a wasted snatch totally sealed the deal for condoms. I hate those things, and have never used them, but I've had to seduce plenty of guys along the way into not wearing them. Once my pussy was ruined like that, it gave me a very easy excuse: Without a condom I can rock your planet; with a condom you're not going to feel a thing. It's true, too. All I've gotta do is let them prove it for themselves and the thing ends up discarded on my floor. I snap back to reality when Face Fucker gets on his knees and pulls my head back over to his monster cock. I try to crane my neck back and make my throat really straight so it goes down easier and doesn't hurt so much. It only helps a little bit because his dick is like a fucking Coke can or something, and I know I'm going to feel this later when I'm not so high on lust hormones. Now I'm stuffed in every possible way and despite the pain from the ridiculously large cocks I've got in my ass and my throat, I'm in as close a place to heaven as I could ever possibly imagine. The sensations are coming from everywhere: hands and mouths all over me; cocks pounding every hole; the taste of pre-cum; the smell of spit and ball sweat; the feeling of tears and drool running down my face; the fact that someone I can't even see just grabbed my hand, forced it into a fist and started fucking it; the sounds of grunting, groaning, laughing, talking, hips smacking against my ass, my slurping and breathing and tiny little yelps and intermittent gags; the feeling of trying to control my stomach to keep from throwing up when Face Fucker goes deep and stays there. My brain is completely short circuited and I'm existing solely at the whim of others. Face Fucker takes his cock out of my mouth long enough for me to finally catch up and get a nice deep breath. No sooner than I do, he shoves back into me, pounds at the back of my throat three times, and then pushes all the way in and stays there. My nose is up to his stomach. His balls are on my chin. It takes everything I have not to pull back or throw up. My lungs reflexively try to breathe and can't. He feels my struggle and holds my head firm. He's cumming. Pumping it straight into me. The choking panic finally takes hold and I start to squrim and flail. He holds me just a second longer before pulling my face free. I gasp for air and cough and get the taste of his cum in the back of my throat. I clear my throat and smile at him. My eyes are watering. He comes back and lets me finish sucking him dry at my own pace. The cock in my hand is gone. The other two are both still grinding into me and against me in unison. HOLLLLY FUCK. They?re both cumming. Ungh, Goddamnit this is amazing. I fucking LOVE being pumped full of jizz. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I?M CUMMING TOO! FUCK YES! Ahhhhh fucking whoa I?m such a squirter. Everyone is done. My head is dangling towards the floor, and I?m hanging onto Face Fucker?s dick like I was drunk and it was the door handle to the universe. One gnarly cum injection and three mutual orgasms and now I?m sandwiched in between two sweaty, panting men with one of my tits caught against Mr. Beautiful?s chest. It?s pushed way out to the side, basically into my armpit, so I can?t put my arm down. The other one is nipple down on the rug. Face Fucker is laughing: ?Fuck, that was awesome.? The moment is all hot breath and randomly wandering hands. I?m in heaven. ?And now for the pull out. The emptiness. The being just one person again, alone in the universe. I hope I see Mr. ?Uh-Hey-This-Guy- is-Beautiful? again. Since getting off of him is my job, he?s the last one in me. I savor it for a moment and he looks at me and gives me a very sweet smile. I feel nervous and giggle. This time, though, there?s no chance for a door to click shut or a trip to the bathroom. As soon as I roll off Mr Beautiful, I?m swarmed with hands and this gym rat looking guy crawls right up between my legs. Without hesitation he pushes me onto my back, sticks it in me, and starts sucking my tits and pumping away. I?ve been devoid of cock for a whopping three seconds and I?m leaking cum everywhere with every stoke. These dudes are perverts and don?t seem to care. Not a fucking condom in sight, thank god. Gym Rat scoops me up like I was a feather and I wrap my arms around him as best I can. Not that I can get very far. He?s thick and my tits keep me from getting belly to belly with him. I think I could just about hug *them* like a person and it?d be the right size. He stands up like it was nothing and starts pounding me really deep and hard, but not particularly fast. I can see over his shoulder that there?s someone obviously waiting on the couch, jerking off watching. He spins around and lowers me down and Couch Guy glides his cock into my ass. Fuck yes, now THIS is what I?m talking about. Couch Guy can?t do a whole lot because there are three of us and I?m sitting on him, but he?s moving well enough to make me feel fantastic. I?m consciously aware of my ass implants because I?m sitting on them. My tits are hanging off to the sides and bouncing with Gym Rat?s every thrust, my knees are bent, my legs are open, and my pussy is finally spread wide and looking fucking awesome. Gym Rat?s hitting it at a good angle, too, so he can get nice and deep. What a fucking view: this guy is ripped, and goddamn he?s making me feel it. Wait, I recognize this guy. Niki showed me a picture of his face once. His name is Jeremy. I love the way his cock looks going in and out of my -wait? I don?t think I have any pussy lips. Inner ones, I mean. I reach down with one hand and start rubbing my clit. My arm pushes my breast implant back towards the center of my body. I slide my fingers down around the opening of my pussy, and I get to feel Gym Rat Jeremy?s nice, thick cock slide in and out of me. I keep feeling around for folds in my pussy, and there just aren?t any. It?s like I?ve had labiaplasty and had them cut completely off. I have no hood, either. No wonder my clit feels so good when I walk. This has to be Niki?s idea. It?s like she owns my pussy. It?s setting in now. Just like my fat clamshell, she?s the one who wanted me looking like a Barbie doll, all neatly trimmed up like this. It was her idea from when we first met. That?s right, I was her ?side dish? one night while her boyfriend was fucking her doggy style. ?You?re just the plastic slut you?ve always wanted; I?m surprised you haven?t had surgery on your dirty little pussy yet.? I told her that it was all clapped out, like that was the thing I did instead of surgery, and said that she could fist it if she wanted to, so she did. ?It?s still not enough? she said, ?Loose pussy is boring.? I felt ashamed and told her that I?d change it however she wanted. ?That?s good, because I know EXACTLY what I want: something that embarrasses you.? Later on, I gave her my Dr?s email address, and he called me to make an appointment. I woke up with cum on my tits and a sore crotch that kept me from sitting right for over a week. I had no idea what they were planning when I went under anesth.. anasth? ?when I went to sleep for the surgery. When I finally stood up and got to see it in the mirror I hated it. Like I said, it looks fucking stupid and lopsided unless my legs are spread, it gives me camel toe in EVERYTHING I wear, and when I pull it open for people there?s just a big hole. I had to see it on video to appreciate what it looked like when I was spread eagle and on display, but I still hate pulling it open for people. I hate it, so of course it turns me on. Once it was healed, Niki would normally make me stand with my ankles crossed whenever I was in her presence. ?Nice pussy? was the command. Alternately she?d say ?Nice ass? which meant that I was to turn around, bend over, reach behind myself, and spread everything to show whoever was present at the time. All of my most embarrassing assets, the ones I never really liked or wanted but went and got for people anyway, completely exposed for use or ridicule? normally both. God I loved the burning heat of that embarrassment. When I think about Niki, the memories don?t make sense. I?ve been a MAN the whole time I was with her? right? She?s not my friend, she?s my? was my fianc?e, right? Which of my memories are real? What is real, all of a sudden, is the orgasm that?s building inside of me from playing with my very real clit while I get railed by two very real guys on Niki?s couch. Also real are the tiny sounds I?m making. My voice sounds very little when I?m about to cum. The soft sounds come in bursts and exhales and half formed ?fuck fuck fucks.? I?m breathy and barely sound like an adult. And then Jeremy grabs one of my tits says it: ?You look like a fucking freak, you little whore. I would never do that to myself.? He only lets go of my tit to slap it. Jeremy knows what he?s doing, because my entire body erupts with pleasure. My skin feels hot. My hand becomes a blur on my clit. I stare into his eyes and watch him smile a perverted smile at the show I?m putting on. My pussy clenches tight and I can FINALLY really feel something. I reach up to my tit and put my hand on top of his and squeeze it. He interlaces his fingers with mine and squeezes it back, pinching my nipple in the process. I climax and let out a wailing ?OHHHHHH? and squirt everywhere. I don?t have time to recover before someone grabs my face and turns it to the right. All I see are abs and cock and the hand that?s rapidly stroking it. It?s Mr. Easy. Dick number three. The one with the massive fucking tool that was already dripping when I came down the stairs. Thank god it wasn?t him that claimed my asshole because I?m positive that it wouldn?t fit. He pulls my head in and shoves his cock into my mouth. I?m getting overwhelmed. Jeremy and Couch Guy are still going at it. I?m coming down from that last orgasm and wishing that I could make this stop for a second and get my shit together. There?s nothing I can do but try to make pleading noises around this giant penis that?s pushing my lip up into my nose and sealing it off. I can hardly breathe between thrusts. My eyes tear up and I start to freak out a little bit until I remember why I got fake lips in the first place: I fucking love the way they look when they?re wrapped around a cock. There?s nothing better. I think of what I must look like right now and wish that I could see it from the outside. I wish I could be watching. I imagine myself as the dream porno I?d always wished I could see Niki in, a hot sticky mess with her giant fishmouth wrapped around a cock, pink fishnet stockings, clear plastic stripper shoes, and all of the freaky big implants she could whore herself out for. Only I am the one who?s in it. Just as I sink back into the pleasure of it all, Mr. Easy pops one off in my mouth. He gave me no warning but I knew he wasn?t going to last long, so I was ready for it. He tensed up, pushed deep inside my mouth, and started pumping away. The first bitter spray went right down my throat and almost made me cough, but I managed to pull back to where I could swallow, and gulp down pump after pump. The sounds that he made were of animalistic relief, and I was very very glad to have given him that. Swallowing his cum made me feel used, and that made me feel useful. I had a purpose, and this was it, and I was happy to do it. He certainly came a lot, though, and by the time I pulled back to let him squirt a couple on my face I was almost out of breath. I rubbed my face all over his dick and smeared the last drops of his cum onto my left cheek. I feel like I will probably regret that later until I realize that nobody has given me a full on facial yet, and the room is still full of dudes. Mr Easy steps back and off of the couch after his 45 seconds of giant load glory. I look back at Jeremy, who?s still giving me a proper slamming, just in time to feel him pull out with a sense of urgency, and pull me forward so my feet hit the floor. I impale myself all the way down on Couch Guy?s dick. Couch Guy suddenly feels amazing in my ass, and I realize that this must be the position for me when it comes to anal. Jeremy goes from pussy to mouth, and gives me a taste of my own juices mixed with Mr Beautiful?s semen. It?s a little sweeter than Mr Easy?s, and I like it better. He pulls my hair up in a pile and uses it to control me. He pumps my mouth a few times and then holds my head still while he stiffens up and just before he lets loose he manages to say ?Hold it in your mouth. Don?t swallow.? And with that, he cums. I let it pool in my mouth. It?s harder than I thought to control my natural reflex to drink it, because it makes me drool and some of it shot down the back of my throat. He pulls out half way through and I open my mouth as wide as I can to catch every drop. He lets go of my hair and I look up at him, seeking his approval while I milk him with my hand. He seems very pleased and asks me if I like being a cum dumpster. Careful to hold my mouth open I nod yes. He asks me if I know his name and I play along and shake my head no and run the tip of his dick around my open lips. He grabs my chin and says ?Eat it, whore? and I swallow it all down in one gulp, then open my mouth to show him what a good girl I am. He smiles and gives my chin a little push to the side and walks away. I can?t tell if he?s being cute or an asshole. I don?t care either way, because his ass is smoking hot and perfectly round, and I like being abused by hot guys when I?m horny. Poor Couch Guy. He?s just been sitting there while people cum in my mouth. He?s certainly not going to because there?s no way I?m going ass to mouth for anybody, so I need to figure out how to give him some personal attention. Before anyone else can swoop in I look back at him and say ?Hey Baby, I wanna turn around.? He says ?alright? so I gingerly stand up and let his cock slide out of me. It?s not totally hard. Poor guy kind of got a raw deal. I spin around and straddle him. I climb onto the couch on my knees, grab the base of his dick, and sit on it. Right back in my ass he goes. In this position, someone is either going to have to pull me off of the dude, or come busting through the wall behind the couch to get at any of my other holes. I need to make this quick before anyone gets impatient. It?s awkward on my knees, though. Luckily one of the guys comes up behind me and starts reaching over my shoulders to play with my tits. I lean back into him, look up, and say ?Take my shoes off for me baby? Pretty please?? ?Sure thing.? First with one shoe, then the other, he works the buckle loose on the strap and off they come. Once they?re free I reach out and hook my hands around the back of Couch Guy?s neck and say ?I fucking love it when people cum in my ass. Will you do that for me baby? Will you cum in my ass?? ?Fuck yeah, babe.? ?Thank you, Daddy.? I pull my feet forward, put them flat underneath me, and while I hang onto Couch Guy?s neck to keep from falling over backwards I start pumping myself up and down. One of his hands goes to my ass and the other he puts around my back to help hold me up. ?Cum in my ass Daddy. Please cum in my ass, Daddy. Fuck I fucking love your cock, Daddy, I just want your cum in my ass.? I hear soft a soft moan from behind me; someone is obviously enjoying the show. Couch Guy?s dick is fully hard now, and is finally sliding in and out without bending. ?You like me Daddy?? I take one hand away from his neck and start playing with my tit. ?You like what I turned myself into? A fucking cum slut? A whore? A place to rub your dick and dump your semen?? His free hand moves from my ass to my other tit. ?Fuck yes I like what you did to yourself you little whore. Look at your fucking tits. Look at your face. Fucking cum slut, you can?t even get a job looking like that. Fuck toy. Bimbo. Trashy fucking bitch with your giant, ugly ass and your freakish fucking pussy, you don?t even look like a real person anymore.? The slightest touch on my clit would send me over the edge right now. It?s like these guys are reading right from my script. I sit all the way down on Couch Guy?s dick and gyrate my hips ?DO IT, DADDY, FILL MY FILTHY ASS FULL OF CUM.? It?s deep enough to hurt, but I don?t care. I feel like his dick has torn through into my chest, but I don?t care. I just want him to blow his load. I look him right in the eye and bite my lip and whimper ?please daddy?? His back arches so hard that he lifts me off of the couch. I put my free hand on his chest and go for the ride while he bucks and writhes and I try to slide my poor, sore little asshole on his cock a few more times, but it?s difficult because his orgasm is so intense that he?s holding my hips tight and pinning me down to his lap. His moan is LOUD. Mine one of accomplishment. ?Ahhhh. THANK you, Daddy.? ?No, thank YOU? he finally says as he relaxes back to the couch. I?d kiss him but I just ate two loads. When I stand up, everything gushes out of me at once, and I dump semen all over Couch Guy?s lap. I?m embarrassed because I don?t think most of it is his, and apologize through a red hot blush. The skin on my tits feels like it?s on fire because I feel silly and stupid and clumsy like an idiot child. He just laughs and tells me not to worry about it. I say sorry one more time, but I say it as a pair of arms wraps around my waist and lifts me up and off of him and after that I think I won?t ever see him again. The pair of arms, belonging to whoever, just spins me around and plops right back onto the middle of the couch with me on his lap. My ass hurts, and I don?t want any more anal. I can see the room now, and it?s a lot emptier than it was before. I try to add up the people I?ve had sex with in my mind, but it seems like once I get to three I lose track. I don?t have too much time to think about it, though, because Arms has his dick poked right through my crotch. I could just about play with it like it was my own. The whole scenario is very, very familiar. His hand reaches down and around me and pulls his cock up into the crack of my pussy. Reflexively I start rubbing my clit on it. I?m tired but still very horny and it doesn?t take me any time at all to really get into what I?m doing. I look around the room and watch the guys watching me. Some are naked and spent but still lazily interested. Two of the naked and spent ones I don?t even recognize because I never saw their faces. There are a couple, though, who are still stroking their cocks and eyeballing me with self-assured lust. ?Well?? I ask them, looking from one to the other? Arms pulls his dick way back, trying to get access to one of my holes. I reach down and push the head of it into the extremely easy and unfortunately large opening of my pussy. He thrusts inside, pulls back for another stroke, and his dick pops out on accident. Michael used to love that. I guide him in again and change my angle just a bit so he doesn?t fall out again. By now the two other guys are up and just about in touching range. I look at one and then glance at the floor, cuing him to kneel in front of me. He follows along and sidles up between my legs. I lean back into Arms and feel the muscles of his chest in my back. His cock gets harder and now that I?m settled in on it there?s no way it?s falling out again. It really hits the spot; it feels fucking magical. This new guy is tall and ever so slightly on the thin side, but lean and muscular. He?s the perfect shape for what I have in mind. I purr ?Come here? and he starts climbing up on me. I grab his cock and put it up against the opening to my pussy, just below my clit. ?Push? I say, ?I?ve always wanted to do this.? He smiles and gives a steady, even pressure through his hips and cock, and I say ?Push baby, come on please push!? I?m almost panting now, my mind is swirling as his head slides in alongside the cock that?s already inside of me. After some careful, clumsy rearrangement, I?ve got my legs above the Thin Man?s, and can lean back comfortably with both dicks inside my pussy. They start pumping, and I die on the inside. I was the guy on the bottom when I did this with Niki. This was her thing. She would lay on top of me and face her boyfriend. He would crawl on top of us both and the two of them would make love ?not just fuck, but make love- and he would kiss her and suck on her tits, and it would build into an extremely passionate session, and I would just lay there and take up space in her vagina and try to stay hard and keep myself from falling out. She had gotten fake tits by then, because I was so into them. She had started sleeping around because I was so into that. She even talked about getting her lips done. She had tried to stretch her pussy because I wanted it so it couldn?t make either of us cum. She?d gone the extra mile to absorb all of my fantasies as her own. I was into bimbos and sluts, and not just into them, but into BEING them. I couldn?t, though, so she did the next best thing and became that for me. She tried hypnosis and went out in skimpy clothes and fucked a bunch of randos and wrote essays and wore lots of makeup and dyed her hair and bought new jewelry and put herself on display. All for me. Then she found Bryan. She liked him a lot, and I sensed it, and I asked her if she wanted him to move in with us. I did it partly because I liked seeing her happy, and partly because for some reason wanted to feel like a side dish. A side dish? Of course, that?s why she said that I was a good side dish when she was eating my pussy when we first met. God, it?s all getting mixed up again. I?ve gotta keep it straight so I can figure it out before the memories are all gone. Think. Think?. I asked her if she wanted him to move in. Of course she?d said yes. Now she?s got two dicks, and one of them is a full on male with kinks and perversions that are totally in line with her own, and specifically not the same as mine. He was rough and dominant and good to her and knew how to make her scream twice a day with his seriously impressive cock and she didn?t just have to lay still while they screwed and listened to his fantasies, like she always did with me. It hurt me and I was happy seeing her happy with him and I loved all of the crazy mixed up feelings of it. And then she made me into the bimbo slut. Not just any bimbo slut, but the most extreme version from my most extreme fantasies. The version that never gets to have a normal life or work a normal job or get to be anything but a horny sex toy. The bimbo slut who has the kind of fake tits she always knew I dreamed of when my fantasies were the ones without consequences involved or the consideration of what it really MEANS to have tits that are bigger than basketballs, and the ass implants that I didn?t ever like, but always said I?d hope to get just because someone wanted me to. But there?s something else. Something else about Bryan?s cock. Bryan?s cock is inside of me right now. Bryan is ?Arms.? Bryan is the man on the bottom. And his dick feels fucking amazing. She planned this. She wanted me to see firsthand. She could never really feel my dick, not even the first time before I tried to ruin it. She confessed that she was disappointed by it after having such high hopes on our first date. It took her a while to really get into the idea, but once she felt free to find better men, it really took off. Now I know what it?s like. Now I know why she?d sometimes fall asleep when she had sex with me. I was nowhere near to being any of these guys, let alone Bryan. My mind swirls and I feel lightheaded as the whole situation finally comes together. The Thin Man comes into sharp focus and is the first thing I really *see* once, for the first time, the confusion clears and I actually get what my new reality really is. His pumping and sweating and sucking on my tits feels very, very clinical. He?s a strange man that I?ve never seen and I don?t know him, don?t care about him, and won?t miss him when he?s gone. He?s going to cum and it?s going to make me feel nothing inside except somehow useful, like I?ve served my purpose. Looking back into my new fake memories, this is what it?s like most of the time. I?m always horny, always willing, and always excited for cock. But in the end, after the orgasms and the love of semen, I?m just happy to be a useful object. Sometimes it?s different, and I feel the emotions and the closeness and the joy that sex can bring. Some men are better like that, but with the way I am it?s impossible to get them to stick around. Mostly it?s a numbers game. It?d be a numbers game regardless because I?m a sex addict and a total nympho, but I?ve served my purpose with at least 750 guys, and out of those I?d say 30 or so made me feel special, and would?ve been keepers. Those really aren?t bad odds, especially since I?ve only got 7 years? worth of memories. Bryan is one of those guys. I already know it from watching him with Niki, so having him inside of me feels like it?s special. The Thin Man cums, and predictably I enjoy it, and when he pulls out, Bryan remains, and his cock remains magical. Despite being fucked into oblivion, and despite having a permanently blown out pussy, he just feels fucking amazing inside of me. I lean back into him all the way and kiss him on the cheek and say ?You?re the last one, baby. What do you want?? He smiles and says ?Niki.? I totally get it and smile back. ?OK.? I climb off him; his cock tickles my ass a bit as it slides past. By now there?s just the one guy left: the unlucky one that I didn?t pick for the double stuff inside of my big weird vagina. Somehow I?ve gotten all the way through this thing and barely anyone has cum on my face, so I motion to the couch and dutifully set to giving him a nice blowjob. Bryan walks out with his hard on bouncing along. In the other room I hear Niki ask him how it was. ?Good? he says. ?I think she?s better off this way. By the way, what are you going to name her?? ?I?m going to call her Krystal. Heh... Krystal Cummings. She?ll fucking love it.? ?Everybody wins? he says. ?Yep. Everybody wins. ?Hey Bryan?? ?Yeah?? ?I think I want to keep her.? Just then, the last man cums all over my face, and all of my memories shift. I?m Krystal Cummings, and I?ve been a slut since I was twelve years old. I?m kind of dumb, but I?m super good at just about everything having to do with sex, and every once in a while I remember that I used to be a man. I have sex for fun. I have sex for money. I have sex because that?s mostly all I?m good for. I love Niki, and for some reason she loves me enough to keep me around. She says I?m an expensive pet to keep, though, so I give her all I get paid when I have sex for money. She helps make sure I have sex for money a lot, so I think it all works out. Every once in a while, I even get Bryan?s beautiful penis inside of me: Niki likes stuffing her hand up inside of my pussy and jerking it off. Life is amazing. Everybody wins.