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Author's Note:
Here we are in the last section of my "Hypnosis App" sequel. As some of
you may have guessed from the way this story was released, the whole
story was already completed from the get go and weighed in just a little
under 500KB in total. I decided to release it in smaller segments just
under 100KB each in order to establish 'bookmarks' that I thought were a
good amount of time to read before a break. I'm sorry if that wasn't
obvious - I can take some of the suggestions in the reviews and perhaps
incorporate those ideas into future writings. This story has been done
for a little while, however, and this author's note on the final release
is the only addition I've made as it has been slowly released part by
part.
With that said, I hope you have enjoyed what you've read so far. I
wanted to take this opportunity to reiterate my content warning from the
first part of this story: the main characters have been subjected to
nothing but cruelty thus far, and if you're looking for a traditional
'happy' ending, then you may be disappointed or want to read something
else. If you understand this and have enjoyed the story to this point,
however, then I hope you enjoy how things are wrapped up here as well.
I've tried to explore the "Hypnosis App" universe more fully with some
more different, or 'bizarre,' changes already, and this experimentation
continues here.
Finally, it should go without saying that the content of this story
should not be seen as an endorsement of any of the acts it describes.
This story is in no way condoning real life cruelty or any sexual acts
that are non-consensual. All characters, names, places and events are
solely works of fiction. In short, please keep in mind that these are
fantasies and should only be interpreted as such.
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Part 11: The Ongoing Life And Times Of Lexi Anally
After my eventful first week back in town, my life entered into a new
type of routine. Now that I had accepted my place in James' society as a
dutiful sissy whore I was able to step back and enjoy every degrading
moment of my new life. Days turned to weeks, which soon turned to
months, while I enjoyed every minute on my back, knees, or in whatever
position I was forced into like the slut I had become. Perhaps old Alex
was still in my head somewhere, but you would never know it if you had
the chance to meet me in person - the voluptuous, insatiable Lexi Anally
was the only person anyone would ever see. Not that they seemed to mind.
Most days at school started the same way: my sissy-father Erica would
wake me up gently at 5:25 so I wouldn't disturb my guest from the
previous night while I started my routine. After I had my 5:30 cleansing
and enemas, I would get ready for the day and return to my room to offer
any additional services to my guest before I left for the school day. By
that time I was likely already dressed in whatever I would be wearing
for school, typically a pushup bra, low cut blouse, short skirt, knee
high socks, and a lacy thong (or no underwear if I was feeling
adventurous). Having a schoolgirl at the ready was a fairly typical
fantasy for our overnight guests, and I had no trouble playing the part.
I really WAS a sissy schoolgirl after all! This usually meant that most
guests would use my ass one more time before I left for the day, then
forcing me to push out their load from my rear and eat it. Some days
they would make me reinsert my plug instead so that I was forced to feel
their slimy seed in my bottom throughout the morning. Other times they
would cum onto my outfit or face so that I would be forced to go to
school wearing their crusty stains. Though many of them could be cruel
in their foreplay, I never minded the opportunity to start my day with a
healthy dose of semen and a chance to orgasm myself.
Once our guests checked out, I would have to find my way to school.
Usually, Ron would come to pick me up so that I could give him a blowjob
on the way to school while he gave me suggestions or requests for my
almost nightly cam show. I was still paying off the bulk of my
surgeries, so I could hardly afford to keep any of the money I earned
from my fans. Ron, on the other hand, was making out like a bandit with
his half of the earnings he took in from my nightly admirers. Long gone
was his rusty beater car and torn clothes - these days he was picking me
up in an expensive new Porsche. I never really had any time to admire
his car, however, as I spent almost the entirety of my time inside it
with my face against Ron's lap, bobbing up and down as I pleasured him.
I did actually become very familiar with his new expensive wardrobe,
because I had to be extra careful not to spill any saliva or semen on
his nice pants when I finished up with his morning roadhead right as we
pulled into school.
Before school I would usually have a little bit of free time before my
first period. The boys in my grade were already familiar with my
schedule after my first week back at school, and would oftentimes line
up at one of the entrances to catch me as I came in. Typically one or
two boys would use my ass before they had to run off to their first
class. Sometimes a couple of friends would feel comfortable enough to
form an "Eiffel Tower," with one in my ass and the other in my mouth as
I knelt between them. As long as I was clean (swallowing the loads in my
ass or mouth between sessions), most boys didn't mind waiting their turn
for a go with me. Sometimes I would even be able to spend some time with
Ally before class, either sandwiched together as part of an impromptu
gangbang or just me and her alone, usually with her fucking my ass
gently with her clitty to get off. Either way, I usually entered my
first class, Women's Studies, blushing and my hair a mess, riding the
high of a recent orgasm.
Speaking of Women's Studies, the class never got easier as the year went
on; my teacher and female classmates made sure of that. I was constantly
given reminders about how I was inferior to women because of my nature
as a sissy, which meant that I had to act subservient to all others in
the class. It became routine for me to accompany any of the girls to the
bathroom during class just like I had during my second day back so that
I could wipe their asses or act as their bidet. I know they enjoyed
watching me blush and squirm as they made me drink their piss or
"accidentally" farted in my mouth, and I did my best to act the part of
the tortured sissy. Secretly, I grew to enjoy the humiliation nearly as
much as I did from being used by the boys. It seemed like the girls
would time their breaks some days so that I would spend the entire
period in the bathroom with them, sometimes for days in a row. I found
that I had to study the classroom homework assignments whenever I could
find a spare moment in my own time just to maintain a barely passing
grade of 'C-', memorizing mantras about female inferiority throughout my
day because I spent so much time outside of the lesson. The teacher
understood my struggle, however, and allowed extra credit to girls who
could find new ways to 'humiliate the classroom fag' (with a small bit
of credit to my grade as well if I complied). Sarah, my new bully who
was the first to force me to lick her asshole and swallow her piss, was
relentless in finding new ways to humiliate me in class. As the year
went on, I could tell she and I had come to some kind of an implicit
agreement regarding how she abused me. I think she knew better than any
of the other girls that I secretly enjoyed being dominated, and I could
tell that she enjoyed it immensely as well. What kind of strange dynamic
we formed out of our symbiotic relationship couldn't really be called
"friendship," but I think we both appreciated the other's role and
developed a mutual fondness to my humiliation routine - even if she'd
never admit it.
Strangely enough, I never learned how to play any instruments in my
music class. Because Ron and I were together, most of my time in that
class was spent in one of the tiny practice rooms below the music room
while Ron "instructed" me with piano lessons. Like in my first two days,
this farce of a lesson usually only lasted a few seconds before my hands
would wander to Ron's stiffening cock, giving him another blowjob or
kneeling on the piano bench while he railed me from behind. Sometimes
Ally would join in as well at Ron's request, or Ron would want to spend
time with one of the girls. On those days Ally and I would strip to
whatever music people brought in on their phones, giving lap dances to
boys or letting our show devolve into an orgy or bukkake ring.
At some point in the day I would be called into the principal's office.
About twice a week Ally or so would be called in with me, but I had
enough confidence in myself after the first few days to go in alone. The
principal saw it as an opportunity to act as a sort of guidance
counselor, insisting I get my act together with my slipping grades in
Women's Studies while he fucked me over his desk. I usually had to think
of some promising career I could fulfill as a sissy so we could discuss
my future after graduation as a stripper, secretary, maid, or whatever
else we picked that day. I'm not sure he actually cared all that much
about what I chose to do; my choice for my future occupation changed
nearly daily. I think he ultimately just enjoyed having me describe the
various ways I was doomed to spend the rest of my life in sexual service
of men. I was typically in the middle of telling him my need to be be
butt fucked by all my future bosses in great detail as he finished in my
ass or across my face and breasts. After that, I would be dismissed to
my next class almost immediately, with no further discussion required.
While my grades were slipping in virtually every other class, I had
quickly become the teacher's favorite in Sex Ed. To the anger of
everyone else (except for Ally as student teacher), my performance would
throw off the grading curve for each assignment as I aced all of my oral
and anal exams. The dildos that we practiced on in class were not very
different from what I used at home during my cam shows, so I felt I had
a lot more practice in frantically bouncing up and down on them more
than the other girls. Many of the exercises we did in class gave me new
ideas of things to try on my cam shows. Every few weeks Ally would
present me with a larger butt plug in front of the class to document
just how much progress I had made as an anal whore. Before I finished
the year I was already wearing a plug as big as hers that dwarfed even
some of the larger dildos we used in class. We had matching long and
wide black plugs that kept us nice and stretched at all times, making
sure that even the largest cocks would have no issue fitting in our
holes. On special occasions the teacher would arrange to have boys come
in the class for a sex demonstration in lieu of our dildos. She usually
picked me and Ally to come to the front of the class and act as an
example for all of the girls. Usually Ally would get the boys excited by
removing my large plug and licking around the rim of my wide, gaping
asshole an open invitation for whomever was first to fuck us.
I was starting to get the hang of pole dancing in PE considering all the
practice I was getting dancing for boys in my other classes. The
instructor noted my improvement, but I still was chastised for not being
as athletic as most of the girls in the class, maintaining yet another
grade that was barely passing. After gym, the girls would take the
opportunity to piss on me in the showers, leaving me soaking on the
floor until they all left and Ally came to retrieve me. She almost
always used the opportunity of us alone to fuck my ass on the shower
floor before helping me back up to wash myself off. The bell would ring
while we got dressed again in the girls' locker room, ending the school
day.
Depending on the day of the week, my after school schedule could look
entirely different. A few weeks after my surgeries, Ally came to me
excited with a new idea she had for how I could integrate more easily at
school: by becoming a cheerleader! I was hesitant at first; the
cheerleading squad was filled with many of the girls from my Women's
Studies class who were unlikely to make life easy for me, and I had
never been much of an extrovert in front of large crowds. Like always,
Ally would have none of my excuses and simply commanded me to crave
attention, drawing primarily from my new fetish as an exhibitionist. At
tryouts my curvy body was almost bursting out of the school's
cheerleader uniform, a skimpy two-piece with a skin tight top and a
skirt that didn't even reach the bottom of my ass cheeks - it looked
like it had been purchased from a sex store rather than a school supply
catalog. None of the girls on the team actually wanted to let me join,
but the football coach happened to be walking past my audition on the
way to his office and wouldn't stop raving about what a fine addition
I'd be, forcing their hand.
In the locker room before games many of the girls would treat me the way
they would in Women's Studies or after gym, bullying me and making me do
degrading tasks for them. To be honest, I was never that great as a
cheerleader. Many of the cheers were far too advanced for me to learn in
such a short amount of time, and by the first game I was clearly
incapable of keeping up. Despite my lack of talent in the cheer section,
I could tell that the men in the audience couldn't look away from my
body's jiggling while I shook my pom poms and leapt up and down in my
tight uniform. To the chagrin of the girls on the cheer squad, most of
the boys would come up to me between plays and flirt, pinching my ass or
brushing hands against my boobs before they were called back to the
field. I certainly kept them and the audience entertained; striking a
number of sexual poses in front of a crowd would always get me hot and
heavy. By the time the game ended, the front of my panties were usually
already dripping with sissy spunk that had dribbled out of the front of
my clitty cage from all of my excitement.
While the girls on the squad certainly weren't ignored, they soon became
jealous by the fact that I was always the first to be invited back into
the boys' locker room once the game ended, spending at least an hour
after the game being fucked on both ends by the entire football team.
For that reason alone some of the girls on the cheer squad began to suck
up to me a little, learning that I could usually convince the team to
let me pick a friend or two to bring along for the after game fun if I
was feeling generous. After only a few games, the players and coaches of
the school's varsity teams liked my enthusiasm so much that they ended
up changing the school's cheer uniforms to include a weighted butt plug
that matched the school colors, thinking a bit more humility would do
the rest of the squad some good. After that, I didn't stand out as much
from my lack of cheer ability because most of the girls were unable to
do their practiced jumps and flips due to the heavy objects shoved up
their asses, and opted instead to follow my lead with provocative poses
that showed off their bodies. Though the girls didn't like me, they had
no choice but to elect me cheer captain by the end of the year because I
had personally drafted the vast majority most of our new oversexed
routine and dances.
Of course, cheering only took up part of my after school schedule. Ally
and I had really grown as friends in the months after my surgeries,
opting to spend as much time together as we could. She had become proud
of all the progress I had made in becoming a sissy slut just like her,
and she rarely found the need to use commands to make me compliant -
though she did like throwing in a few 'fun' suggestions here and then as
a dare or prank. Many times we would go to the mall after school like we
had on my first day back, making many of the same stops to the salon,
getting manicures, or other body modifications. Oh yeah, my body! I
should probably mention that my body changed quite a lot even after my
surgeries; the following months included many more changes and growth
tailored to please the men I knew, most notably James.
It turns out James' hypnotic conditioning could be a lot more focused
than I had originally thought. I have to imagine the precise controls he
had over my life and body were from over a year of experience of
experimentation with Ally. He could not only control my mood or make me
believe anything he wanted, but he could actually control other
subprocesses of my body - like he had taken control of my brain itself.
I got my first taste of this that first morning when I woke up and
needed to do my daily bowel clearing; James had programmed the app the
restrict my lower intestinal activity during other times in the day and
had the app send a command to me each morning for a scheduled release. I
soon found out that he had been making other tweaks to my body's systems
to help mold me into the sissy he wanted.
Though I started taking a cocktail of hormone pills each morning that
were prescribed after my surgeries, I found that with subsequent doctors
visits my hormone levels were much higher than that of an average girl
my age. Even after the doctors took me off my regular estrogen pills I
found that my body was naturally producing its own at a very high rate,
which could only be the result of James' programming. Quickly the
cartoonish curves from my surgeries blended more naturally with my
softening, feminized body. Just a few months in it would have been
impossible to know I had ever been male, if not for my tiny clitty.
Additionally, I think James was already satisfied with having Ally as
his blonde sissy and wanted something different, because I noticed that
my hair was growing at an accelerated rate of three or four inches a
week, and came out of my head in a deep, red color. I was now a natural
redhead, with my long hair cut into a cute, modern look with heavy
bangs. The hair on the rest of my body either became very light in color
or stopped growing completely, with the exception of my new fire-red
pubic hair above my clitty. James was very clear on his instructions, as
I needed to re-shave my bush every morning into a small, neat landing
strip. With my new naturally feminine curves, fiery hair, and my
practiced high and proper 'sultry' voice, I found that men couldn't keep
off me. Though I always had a certain fondness for them myself, I never
truly understood it until I had transformed into Lexi: men everywhere
clearly have a thing for redheaded bimbos.
Ally and I would usually spend our time at the mall getting manicures,
pedicures, or trying new hairstyles at the salon, all while gossiping
about boys. James made it obvious that he wanted me to look different
from Ally's clich? blonde 'spoiled brat' look, so he and Ally constantly
dropped hints at what kind of more alternative, hipster style they
expected me to adopt. I definitely changed myself and wardrobe
accordingly, ironically wearing glasses I didn't need and getting a
blonde and pink streak dyed into my red hair, which Ally and I would get
touched up with each visit to the salon. If we were feeling adventurous,
we would also head to the tattoo parlor for more piercings and tattoos.
One of the first piercings I got was a tongue stud at Ron's request to
add extra stimulation to my blowjobs, as well as a couple of barbell
style nipple piercings that usually poked through my tops for anyone to
see. I also got a variety of new tattoos, usually in a flowery font that
ran up and down my arms, emphasizing my hip, chic asthetic. A few of my
favorites helped let the world know just what kind of slut I was, like
the cursive tattoo inside my lower lip that read 'COCK HOLSTER,' or the
bold neon pink tattoos I got on the inside of my butt cheeks on each
side of my asshole, which read 'CUM->@
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