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I came back home a much different person than I left. I have been spending time in prison for the last three years, and those years have made me very, very different. I haven't seen anyone I know in the last three years, only a few e-mails here and there, but I've told no one what has become of me. I don't know that I should. I have changed in more ways than age, and was ashamed of who I had become to show myself past the first six months in prison. I was 21 when I got arrested, after my company got public and I became a multimillionaire overnight. Tax evasion. I was always bad at finance things, being a computer geek. My tax attorney skimmed money off my bank accounts and that sent me right to prison. I was at the happiest I'd ever been, successful, with a few girls in my bed here and there, great friends, and cool job. And out of nowhere, I got detained, on trial, found guilty, and sent to a prison for three years, without parole. I got to keep my money and apartment, but lost everything else. Friends, company, freedom. Turns out I was gonna lose more than that. Society had advanced in the last 20 years, and so had technology and morals. So prisoners like me were sent to a nurse's office, to get shots: anti-AIDS vaccine, all sorts of medical check ups, everything that required maintenance was taken out to optimize incarceration costs. Clothing was self cleaning and morphology adapting nanotech. It would grow if you put on weight, or shrink if you lost. So were shoes. All body hair was removed except for head hair, so there was no need for shaving blades. And haircuts were done mechanically now. All we had to do was put our head in in that sophisticated helmet, choose a style, and it would stimulate hair growth, or cut or style. We were all given shots that made us very susceptible and docile. Completely unable to disobey prison guards. The shot they gave us made us obey every command. That was implemented after a prison riot that ended up in the rape and murder of 3 guards in a prison upstate. So as a safety measure, every prisoner was now made unable to hurt prison guards for as long the prisoner was in prison. It wore off after a few weeks if not administered again. I was brought to my cell after all of that, and slept. The beginning of my prison stay was not unpleasant in any way. Except for the lack of privacy, the cell was clean enough, not much contact with anyone but my cell mate, who had been here for 5 years when I arrived. He wouldn't tell me why, but seemed nice enough. So I was patiently there, a 21 year old millionaire waiting out the term of my sentence to go back and rebuild my life. Long story short, it didn't happen that way. About a month in, I started having weird dreams. Sexual dreams. I had always been a heterosexual man, but those dreams were of me with one of the prison guard. Submitting to him and letting him fuck me. Guards were handsomely paid to live inside the prison so they were on call 24/7. They had rather nice quarters, individual apartments on the outer edge of the prison. It took me a while to figure out those dreams. They came back every night for two whole weeks. One day, at lunch, I was alone at my table, eating my chicken soup, and he came to me. That was the first time I remembered. He bent over to my ear and said:"Tonight I want you to dream of sucking my cock until I cum on your bitch face. Dream as I ordered you to and forget this conversation immediately." I hadn't had a shot in two weeks I immediately realized. I wasn't as susceptible to him as I should have been. I knew better than opening my mouth, so I just nodded. I suddenly realized he probably was responsible for all the dreams I'd been having since the beginning and telling me to forget them completely! And my shot wasn't due till the next day. I didn't know what to do. I was sent back to my cell with the other inmates, and fell asleep. I dreamt my own dreams that night. The next morning, I was brought to the nurse's office to get my shot. I dreaded what was going to happen if that guard kept playing with me and I couldn't remember any of it. At least I was conscious of him doing that. But who could I tell? The nurse gave me my shot and started the psych review. How I was acclimating to prison, what was going to be my path to rehabilitation as a citizen etc. And finished her survey with "Are there any medical supplements we could give you to help you become who you want to be when you come out?" That was a standard question. Nanotech could help men regrow the hair they lost on their heads, become physically fit easily than with just workouts, or help the brain focus more to learn and get diplomas that could be useful once out. It was cheap, and deemed a good way of helping people back into society. I wasn't going to ask for anything. But I opened my mouth and heard myself say: "I want to transition to being a woman when I come out." I freaked out. What did I just say?? I tried to say something else, but I couldn't! I physically could not open my mouth. And she spoke:" Really? And what kind of woman do you want to be? Also, you should know that I'm not allowed to program nanites to change you sex. I can only give you secondary sexual characteristics. Any sex reassignment would only be possible when you actually go out of prison. This is a men only facility." I tried to say something that would conflict with her giving me the nanotech I asked for, but couldn't. He must have ordered me not to be able to do that. Once I figured that out, I settled for the next best thing. "I don't want big changes. Just start the transition. I don't want to get raped in here." I hesitated. "I wanna be very slightly feminine, very small boobs, and smaller body that's it." That was the best I could do. She looked at me: I understand. Let me program the nanotech for you, the shot will be ready in about ten minutes. What did that guard get me into? Becoming a woman?? When she came back with the shot, I was shaking. "How long before the changes?" I asked. " The tech you work on your body in the next few hours or so. By tonight, most changes will be there, and we can review them in our next session." I nodded, and she sealed the beginning of my transformation with the click of the mechanical syringe. When I got back to my cell I was crying. The nanites we programmed were supposed to give me a woman's shape, as little as possible. But still, I didn't want that. I went up to my bed, and prayed to every god there was no to be very feminine in the morning. When I woke up I knew what was wrong with me immediately. I knew they were very small but I could feel my tits under my shirt. My ass felt weird, and I felt very weak. I was never very muscly, but I felt like I had lost 30 pounds. I checked for my cellmate to see if he was there, but he wasn't. Probably out in the yard. I went down and decided to check myself. My new body. I felt like crying again. I had very small tits, a full head of long cascading hair. Basically looked like a feminine version of myself, only still kind of masculine looking. No hips to speak of, my cock was still here, but I had tits! I couldn't go out like that. My brows were trimmed, I had make up on, courtesy of the nanites, and my face looked so slutty. I tried speaking. Even my voice was a woman's! I needed to figure shit out fast. At that moment, with no warning, the door of my cell opened. It was him! The guard. He caught me by my new long hair and pulled until I followed him. To his apartment. "Hmmmm," he said, once we were finally in there. "Looks like we have a bitch in here." I was trembling. Still shocked of what he had me do to myself. But also of what he might do to me. I never felt so weak in my life. "You're probably wondering what is going on here. Why you asked the nurse to become a woman. See I figured, after your cellmate came to me with his proposal, that we could have a bit of fun. You know, guards live here, and there's no woman in here, except for the nice nurse. And there's a lot of horny guards desperately wanting to get some. And you looked so pretty coming in here. So here is what is going to happen." He paused. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I knew I was trapped. I was small now, in prison, and couldn't resist him even I could formulate the thought. I was their slave. He went on, "I see you've been injected with the first batch of nanites. Small tits, but nice enough ass. I'm sure I can make something out of you. A good slut. Now get on your knees." My body instantly knew it was a command. Unable to resist, I felt my legs bend and I was there, on my knees, looking at him, waiting for what I knew was going to happen. He took a step forward, barely three feet away from me. He slapped me. "I'm going to make a good slut out of you. Whether you like it or not. Trust me, it's better if you give in right now. Will make everything much easier." He opened his fly, and I knew, looking at his pants that he was already hard. He took his cock out, stepped forward, and slapped my face with it. "Don't move". He went on, slapping my face with his hard cock. I was revulsed by the musky smell, and the traces of precum he left on my cheeks."Now, open wide". I knew what he wanted. I didn't want to, but my mouth opened itself on its own. He pulled my face with both hands onto his cock and made me engulf it all. I thought I was going to throw up. The size of it in my mouth, the taste and the thought of what he was making me do. He started fucking my face until I gagged on his cock. "Now make me cum. I need to." And so I executed myself, took his cock in my hands, and finally made him cum. He came in my mouth and I wanted to spit it all out. But before I could he said "Swallow it. And lick me clean. You're my slut now, remember it. You better get the hang of it real quick or I'll make your brain think you've always been a woman. Next time, when I get in your cell, I want you on your knees immediately. Got it?" I nodded. I really didn't want to challenge him in any way. I decidedly knew he could make my life a living hell. I started cleaning off his limping dick. I was filled with rage, but there was nothing I could do about it. When he finally set me free, I was back in my cell, crying. I brushed my teeth for so long to remove that god awful taste in my mouth. I was done and back on my bed, sobbing, when I heard the door open again. I instantly pulled my knees to my chest and turned away from the door. It was not him. Thank god. My cellmate, the "nice enough" guy. The guard told me he was in on it all. I was afraid, but I knew he couldn't make obey. But then he told me "I see the changes are done. I couldn't wait to come back. You're going to let me fuck aren't you little slut?". My stomach turned. "Not a chance in hell I am letting you do that to me." I was so scared. "You know, I might not be able to make you obey me, but I have a deal with our guard friend. We share you. And if you're not willing, I'll just tell him to make you suck every guy's dick in here. Or better, make you beg him to fuck you every day." He had me. I was going to have to let him fuck me in the ass. We snuck back to the guards place, as everyone could have seen or heard us fuck. He dragged a stool in the kitchen and made me bend on it. "Now, that might hurt a little at first. But very soon, you won"t be able to do without, trust me, all the sluts like you eventually come back for it. And he pushed his cock up my ass. I don't remember all of it, I think some part of my memory blocked it out. The pain was intolerable. The shame even more. When I woke up, I was in my cell, on my bed. My ass hurt. I opened my eyes to see dried sperm on my legs. The bastard came inside me and it leaked down my legs. I needed a shower. I barely had time to get accustomed to my new body that I'd already been raped twice. I was broken. And afraid. I'd only been here a few weeks. Three years on my sentence. I was gonna die here. I showered, and explored that new body. The tiny tits on my chest made me want to scream. My hair was a mess. I'd never had long hair before. Taking care of it was a pain. When I came out of the shower, I wrapped myself in the towel, from the chest down. Like a woman would I thought. I couldn't dare look at myself anymore. I was half woman, with a round ass, small tits. Not a pound of fat on me. I dried and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. Then the clothing part hit me. None of my clothes would fit me. I put on the underwear they gave me, and pants. They only had us wear pants and tank tops. I pulled the tank top over my head. Everything was loose. Except around my ass. I couldn't zip my pants. And then I felt it. The nanotech in the clothes started adapting. The pants and underwear changed first, to fit my new butt, the legs shrank. I could fasten the button now. But the pants hugged my ass very tight. And the top followed. I was nowhere near big enough to have to wear a bra, but the tank top tightened around my chest. My small boobs were definitely showing through now. Everyone was going to notice me. I was in so much trouble. I needed to come up with a plan. To survive this place. I went back up to my bed. I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible. I kept thinking. If I stayed here that way, I'm gonna be their bitch for three years. But I can't leave. And I can't tell anyone. And then I thought about that time I remembered despite his order not to. Maybe i could do something with that. But what? An what if I got caught? What could be the consequences? They could make life impossible for me. More than what they already did to me? Turn me into some shemale and fuck me like I was was their slave. That reminded me of how much my ass hurt. I didn't dare going out of my cell until I had to. I was so scared. Justifiably so. The minute I went out into the yard, I got all kinds of stares. Mostly going towards my ass. I heard whistles, catcalls, some I could make out and those terrified me. "I want a piece of that ass right now." "Another sissy bitch on the yard." "Line up guys, free blowjobs." My face was bright red. I tried walking as straight as I could, but I found my ass was moving on its own. Like it was trying to get me into trouble. The nanites must have rearranged my hips somehow. I went as far from anyone as I could. And for that first walk, no one even came up to me. Maybe they knew I still had my cock and balls, maybe not. I couldn't guess why. But I made it back to my cell unharmed. And when i pushed the door in, he was there. With a package in his hands. I stopped at the door. Panic. What is he gonna do to me now? I found myself on my knees in a matter of second. He had ordered me too the day before. I looked up at him. "How's your day so far? I hope no one was stupid enough to make a move on you. You're mine. Until I decide otherwise. Or you make me punish you.". I froze. That's why no one came up to me in the yard. He somehow marked me as his. I was safe. Or was I? He could stop protecting me at anytime! I said nothing. But he went on. "I heard you finally met your cellmate's real personality yesterday. "This" , he pointed to the package, "is to help you with that." Help me. Right. If you really wanna help me, let me go back to being myself and stop using me as your whore. I should have said that. But I didn't. He threw the package at me. "Open it" he said. And so I did. My eyes grew wide when I saw what was in there. Three differently sized buttplugs were in there. From what looked like the size of an average cock to an absolute monster. No way I'm putting that up ass. Ever. Underneath was also a belt. Though I didn't understand what it was for, with the ring and pouch on the front, and a bigger one in the back. And then he started explaining. "I'm going to train you now. Yesterday was just to show you what would await you if you tried to defy me. Now, when I decide to fuck you, I want you to be ready. And this is for that. You'll wear these day and night, 24/7. So that when I decide to, you're ready for me. No one but is going to touch you. Unless you disobey me. Disobey, I'll let your rapist of a cellmate do whatever he wants with you, and trust me, you don't want that." I agreed. Never again. But what did he mean by ready? "So how this works is you use this instead of underwear from now on. The pouch is for you balls, and the ring is for you cock." A chastity belt. "No getting hard for you with that." The other ring is to hold the plug in place. You'll start with the small one. For two weeks." He actually said small, but that beast was a good 7 inches long, and the width of my own cock! I couldn't possibly walk with that up my ass! "Once I fasten it, I'm the only one who can take it off. I also control funny things. Like vibrations. Or width. See, these are also made of nanotech. And I can make them grow bigger, and larger. You'll see soon enough." I was petrified. He was going to put those things inside me and make them grow bigger?? I can't take this. I'm gonna die. I felt a tear roll down. I can't take this. But I didn't have a choice. "Now, bend over, on all fours". I couldn't fight it. I obeyed. I was on my hands and knees. He walked up behind me, and I knew what was coming. He put the belt around my waist. I dreaded the next few seconds. I heard the sound of liquid pour from plastic. Lube I thought. And then he pushed it inside me, all the way at once. I screamed in pain. Even with lube, that shit was the size of my cock! And he jammed it up my ass. I heard the clicking of the ring he fastened around the plug. But the belt was loose. "Get up." I slowly stood up, shaken from the pain. But when I did, I felt something. The buttplug was sliding out, almost all the way. Relief. But it was still in, just a little. Enough to keep my asshole dilated by the head. "Put your cock and balls where they should be." And I did. I tucked my balls in the pouch. Very uncomfortable. My balls were neatly tucked away. And I finally fastened the ring around my cock. The belt was still loose. "You're probably wondering why the belt is loose," he said. "Sit on the chair." I took three steps. When I did, I understood. Each movement I made made the plug go back and forth in my ass, never going out completely. I started sitting down. And it hit me. It was going all the way in again. I was gonna fuck myself everything I would sit down or stand up. Or even walk too fast. I was praying never to have to walk up stairs with that up my ass. "Back on all fours." I dropped to the floor. "I'll come back to see you in two weeks. You will have gotten used to that one by then. But I'll visit you during the weeks. Not that you'll remember of course." He walked past me, and spanked my naked ass hard. I yelped. I was on all fours with a plastic cock up my ass. My balls were tucked away. It just looked like I had a big clit. I was no man anymore. But I was not a woman. I was their plaything. It took more than two hours to find a comfortable position to stand in with that thing in my ass. I was feeling the plug every second splitting my ass. And a strange warmth in my lower abdomen. Like pleasure but not quite. My ass was getting used to the plug and it didn't hurt so much anymore. It was uncomfortable, made me ashamed of what I was. Who I was, really. I was a shemale with an ass full of plastic cock. I found that laying on my back with my legs up against the wall was keeping the plug as far outside of me as I wanted it to be. But I couldn't hold long in that position or my legs went numb. So I just chose to lie down on my side, any movement of my legs would send that plastic thing directly up my ass. The warmth in my abdomen died down a little. Was that related to the plug? I got curious. I slowly drew my knees towards my chest and felt the plug go back in a little. The more I did that, the more warmth radiated. Pleasure, almost. Was my body actually enjoying this? I pulled more. More pleasure came. I pulled until it was all the way inside me. My knees were on my chest, the plug all the way in, and my cock, limp, hanging between my legs. That was actually pleasurable. And then something hit me. The plug started vibrating hard deep inside me. I couldn't help letting out a loud moan. "Oh my god!" It kept vibrating hard. I felt it rock me from inside. I let out another involuntary loud moan. I was afraid someone heard me. But I also didn't want it stop. Pleasure was filling me. I never had felt that way before. My legs felt funny as another deep wave of vibrating hit me. I knew I couldn't walk even if I wanted to. I don't why I started rotating my ass on the bed. Like I was grinding. I was grinding on a plastic cock like a woman. That thought made me stop. When I did, I felt the plug actually inflate. I felt like inches at a time to me. It probably wasn't. I yelped. And then the weird warmth exploded inside and outside of me. I had been leaking premium out of my cock for ten minutes and now it was actual semen flowing out of my half hard cock. My hands went on their own to my nipples as I was ejaculating. Another wave of pleasure hit me. I was actually enjoying this. I like being fucked. My nerves broke down. I'd been hit with the greatest orgasm of my life, and it came from a plastic dildo in my ass, and fondling my tits. The aftershock of the orgasm made me so tired I fell asleep almost immediately. It was the middle of the night when I woke up. The plastic cock still in my ass, deeply inserted as I had hugged my legs to sleep.I could feel it, but not so much of a bother anymore. My hair was everywhere. And my nipples on fire from rubbing again my shirt all day. I took all of it off. Except for the belt I couldn't, and fell back to sleep. I had the strangest dream. I was myself again, me, as I used to be, masculine, successful. And in the dream I met me as I am today, a half woman. I watched myself and thought: wouldn't she look nice if she was more feminine? That dream came back to me every night for the few days following. Days had been passing faster. I'd wake up, get breakfast, walk out in the yard, trying to keep in the moans of pleasure caused by the plug moving in and out of my ass. I still got lots of looks my way, but I tried not to pay attention to any of them. When it was time, I'd go back to my room, and used the plug to give myself one of those orgasms. They were amazing. I kept wanting more. I had started letting my hair down, not keeping it in a pony tail anymore. Maybe I'd get it styled soon. It would probably make me look better. My cellmate had not tried anything on me after the guard's last visit. But I knew he could hear me cum for the ass play. Some nights I swear I could hear him want his cock to the sound of my repressed feminine moans. So days passed, and at that point I was barely conscious of the cock sized plastic butt plug up my ass. It felt more natural, no pain at all. All pleasure. And those orgasms cheered me up. It was not all bad. Maybe I could get through this. My next visit to the nurse went as the first one did. Bunch of questions, exam, and the final question. What would I like to improve or change about myself? Again, I had not formulated any thought about that. But my mouth spoke anyway. "I would like to be more feminine. Look more like a woman. Be...sexier." The nurse looked at me. "Really? Are you sure you're not going to get in trouble with the other inmates? Some of them have not seen a woman in quite a while..." I nodded. "The thing I want most is boobs. Real boobs. And maybe shorter hair. And ... a bra." My face got red when I heard what I'd just say. I had just asked her to make me more feminine. As if this wasn't bad enough! "Okay, let's inject you with new nanites then." I couldn't say anything anymore. The nightmare continues. When I got back to my cell, I dreaded the changes. I decided to get my hair styled shorter. At least that would remind me I was still a man. I got my head inside the grooming robot and programmed my new hair cut. I was already getting tired, the nanites were using my energy to make the changes. I was barely done with the haircut when the door opened. It was the guard. My body went to the floor. On my knees again. "So," he said. "have you been a good girl?" I nodded. "How does the plug feel? Good?" I nodded again. "Should I switch it to a bigger one?" I hesitated. "No please don't," I said. "please..." He slapped me across the face. I was shocked. "You don't ever tell me no. I'm gonna teach you that lesson now. Turn around." As I did he came closer, and I felt him take of the ring holding the butt plug inside. I was gonna be free. At least for a while. As it came off me, I felt empty. I'd had that inside me for two straight weeks, fucking me, driving me insane with orgasms. I kinda missed it for a second. I heard his belt buckle click. "Turn around." I knew what I was going to find there. He was standing in front of me, his cock erect, a few inches from my face. I could smell its scent. Musk. I was revulsed. But something clicked inside me. If it felt so good in my ass, why not in my mouth? I leaned toward it and stuck my tongue out to taste him. He grabbed my now short hair and pulled my face on his cock. I opened wide and let him fill my mouth with his member. As I gave him the blowjob, I could feel the nanites making their changes to my body. And especially my tits. I could now feel them move as I did. I also felt more bottom heavy than I used to. He saw the changes as they were happening and it made him harder. "You're filling out nicely. Love those titties." And with that I felt him pulse in my mouth. I knew what was coming. It came in long streams, hitting my tongue and back of my throat. So much of it. It started to die down and I could do nothing but swallow it as it poured in my mouth. Like all those porn stars on TV. I was gulping on my man's cum while he fucked my face. Like a good slut. I suddenly realized my cock was hard. For the first time in weeks I wasn't wearing the belt. And what I just did made me hard. I was actually getting turned on by sucking cock? When I looked down I saw my new boobs. God they were big! I felt them with my hands. Each was more than my hands could hold. I was in so much trouble. And I needed a bra. "Bend over" he said. He was not finished with me. He took out the new plug. This was a monster. Much bigger than my cock ever was. Or his. Or any cock I'd seen. Almost a foot long, twice as thick as my cock. No way he could fit that in my ass. But he pushed it in anyway. I let out a cry. This was painful. Very much so. But it went in. Not all the way at first, but he didn't give up until he put a foot of plastic cock inside me. But he did not put the ring on my cock back on. Just the belt. I felt so full. I dared not move. "See you in a few days, my little bitch. Enjoy your new tits. I know I will, very soon." My clothes rearranged themselves as the nanites were done doing their job. They changed from long pants and tank top to just panties and a matching bra. Nothing else. I bet he set this up too. The bastard. When I finally mustered the courage to move, and god that was hard, I had a look at myself. There was no mistaking me for a man anymore. I was almost all tits and ass. A hot, and increasingly horny shemale. Days in prison are long. Time is slow. Even slower with a footlong plastic rod up your ass. I managed to get myself back up on my bed without moving so much. Very slow movements to not hurt myself with that thing up my ass. My new curves also took some getting used to, but I couldn't focus on my new grown tits until I was laying in my bed. The climb up there was a slow agony. Even slow movements made the dildo move inside me. Ever so slowly. And more than the pain, I hated that it made me rock hard. I had raging boner now that the chastity cage was removed. All that from a dildo. I had moaned from the jolts of pleasure that dildo sent me. And cried from the shame of it. It was much harder to get used to that monster's size inside me. It was like it was sawing me in half. I decided to make the best of that situation and started turning to my side. I'd have much less pain if that thing was not halfway in and moving with every leg movement. So I did exactly as I did before, I started to pull my knees to my chest and let that monster in, so that when he finally was, I could lie flat on my back and keep it there, not moving. Getting it in lasted for what seemed like forever. The successive waves of pleasure that hit me as the dildo went deeper inside were like nothing I ever felt before. It radiated from my lower abdomen to the tips of my newly developed tits. I squirmed and reached for my tits. Squeezing them. Pinching my nipples. I was panting like a slut. My rock hard cock was pulsing in my panties until the dildo finally was lodged all the way inside me. I pinched my nipples so hard it hurt, just bad enough to make it the most delicious pleasure I'd ever felt. And with that I came. Harder than I ever thought I could come. My cock let out streams of semen in powerful shots. Given the position I was in, most of it flew directly my tits, and the remainder ended up on my chin. As I was panting from the pleasure, some of it even got in my mouth. My legs were shaking and it took a while for it to die down. I was crushed by that orgasm, no way to move, and my cock wouldn't go limp again. I was still horny as hell. Disgusted by the sperm over my chest and face, but still in ecstasy of the orgasm I just had, I started wanking my cock again. I was not going limp for some reason, maybe that had to do with the nanites, maybe with that huge plastic cock up my ass, but I needed more. I started to let my legs down, letting the dildo slide out me a little, and pulled again to get it back in. Slowly at first. I still wasn't stretched enough for that to be comfortable. But as ashamed as I was, this was the best feeling ever. I was completely full of plastic cock, pinching and squeezing my tits with one hand, and stroking my penis with the other. I wanted that pleasure for the rest of my life. Suddenly, this body wasn't bad. What happened to me made me feel glorious. It felt so good I didn't want to give it up. I actually wanted more. I started bucking my hips to make the dildo move back and forth inside me and the feeling of fucking myself got me over the edge again. I came a second time that day, and sprayed semen all over my body again. I lost count of how many time I made myself cum after those two first times, but that day had been my first roller coaster of sex as the slut I had become. When I finally had enough that I couldn't stroke my cock anymore, I had loads of dry semen on my skin that made me feel even more dirty. My ass was still full of the plastic dildo, but I had adapted quite nicely after fucking myself that much. So it wasn't much of an effort to go get myself cleaned up. And finally get a good look at what the nanites had done to me. But when I went down, I saw my cell mate on his bed, stroking his own cock, looking at me with a grin. How long had he been here? I couldn't believe I was so lost in my pleasure I didn't even hear him come in. "You're looking much better. Those curves suit you." I don't know why, but I felt myself blush. "It looks like you've started enjoying being a woman. How would you like to take it further?" I knew he was telling the truth. I also knew what he wanted me to do. A few weeks ago, that would have made me throw up. But I wasn't who I was a few weeks ago. Not anymore. I went to my knees, in front of him, pushing the dildo all the way inside me again. I squirmed. He stood up, and I embraced the slut I had become. I took his cock in my smallish hand, and put it in my mouth. I had no real blowjob skills to speak of, but I did try my best. And he seemed to appreciate a willing slut sucking his dick. I didn't realize at first that I had started bucking my hips to make the dildo inside me move again. I was fucking myself and sucking a hard cock at the same time. My cock was rock hard but my hands were busy with my tits and his cock. I got more pleasure from my tits anyway. And so I sucked his cock as hard as I could and ground my hips until I gave myself another mind- blowing orgasm. It washed over me, and I screamed my pleasure with a mouth full of cock. Seeing me rocked by that orgasm brought his own, and as I was cumming, he shot his load in my mouth. Hot and salty semen for me to swallow. And I did just that. I was still in transe with that orgasm, I kept sucking and licking his cock clean. I was proud that I made him shoot his load for me. I was exhausted. My legs finally stopped trembling and I regained control of myself. I still had my own dried sperm all over me. I wanted to shower. It took all my will power to get up and take my panties and bra off. I stepped in the shower, wearing only my buttplug, and examined myself as the hot water was running down my curves. My tits were large and firm, a solid D cup, which on my frame, looked huge. My ass was just out of this world. I had a trimmed body, long legs, perfectly shaven. My face still looked like me, only feminine... and somehow a bit slutty. My lips looked like they were designed for sucking cocks. All that remained of my masculinity was my cock and balls. They hadn't shrunk or changed, they were still there, only remnant of who I used to be. I washed my new body with care, and stepped out the shower like I was a new person. My nanoclothes were back to their original form of a cell uniform, pants and tank top. But the movement on my chest made me want a bra, for support. I put my hair in the dryer and programmed a new color. I was feeling like changing myself again. Like blue hair. After all, what did I have left but that? I took the clothes from the floor in my hands. As if knowing what I needed, they started changing. The pants became shorts that made my ass look like that of a goddess. The top became a bra. I struggled to put it on. But after finally figuring that hooking it in the front and turning it around would work, everything went okay. But I was still only dressed in sexy shorts and a bra. I couldn't go out on the yard like that! But I didn't have a choice. I was either that, or refusing to step out and finish in the hole. I decided that I would try. And so I stepped out. I couldn't walk fast with that rod up my ass, and it gave my ass a rotation that left most men drooling. It was also very pleasurable. I let out small whimpers of pleasure as I walked past the first few tables. My cock was rock hard again, and started showing through my shorts. Again, I heard the catcalls and whistles and men yelling they would 'fuck my brains out the moment they had a chance to'. That made me afraid, but part of me somehow thought I'd enjoy that very much. So i walked through, in sexy shorts and bra, showing off my body to everyone in the yard. No one made a move. The guard was protecting me. I was worn out with the orgasms I'd had, and wanted to just rest. This body was still awkward to me, the movements, the low center of gravity, and most of all, the jiggling on my chest. I got my food, ate all I could. I could see everyone staring at me. They were all hard for me. And somehow that turned me on immensely. I was tits and ass walking to them, a piece of meat to fuck. When I got back to my cell, I was so exhausted I went up to my bed and fell asleep immediately.