I sat in the steaming shower, letting the water run down my body, looking down at my slim, feminine body. This is the choice that I've made. I could've studied harder in school, gotten a good job, found a girlfriend, did the "right" thing. But here I am, showering after getting my asshole thoroughly abused by a near stranger. I reached back and pressed my fingers against my pulsating hole, rubbing it a bit. I could've easily put four fingers inside myself. Dan had stretched me out. I felt a pang of worry, "I hope Daddy doesn't think I'm ruined now" I think. Oh my God, I'm sinking deeper. I'm worrying about a man thinking my asshole was too loose for him now. What the hell am I doing?
I hear the front door close as I'm washing my hair. I soak the luffa in soap and begin cleaning the rest of my body. Rinsing off, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, then the bathroom door open.
"Hey babygirl, how are you?" Barry's voice rings out through the bathroom.
"I'm good Daddy...almost done in here" I say sweetly. Although Barry basically just pimped me out to his friend, I still can't forget everything he's done for me. I know he cares about me.
"Well don't rush just yet." He says, through the sound of shuffling clothes. I can see his vague image through the large glass door of the shower. He was undressing. The steam blocked a lot of my view, but his large cock flopping out of his pants as he pulled them off was unmistakable. He approached the shower door and entered.
I turned around, walking underneath the large showerhead as he got behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into himself, his large belling pressing into back. I gasped, his fat cock pressing between my thick ass cheeks. He began swaying slightly, rubbing his cock back and forth.
"Dan really loved you, by the way." He said, reaching his arm around and holding my cage in one hand, and with the other lightly pinching my nipple, rubbing it and twisting it.
"Oh yeah? He was...Uhm..." I hestitated.
"Forceful? Dominant?" Barry said, chuckling.
"Heh...yeah, both of those definitely." I replied, biting my lip as Barry rustled my cage. I could feel my little cock swelling.
"Feels like you like that, Ashe" Barry says, feeling my cage tighten.
"I'm just happy if you're happy" I say, the pitch of my voice rising, almost sounding like a real woman.
He spins me around, his cock now pressing against my cage, which is now bursting to the brim.
"You're such a good girl.." He says, looking at me.
"Thank you Barry..." I say softly, trailing off. I'm now looking down at my little pink cage and his enormous cock next to it. It makes me feel so feminine seeing my body compared to his, my..."clit" compared to his cock. My hairless, slim body and puffy pink nipples. His large barrel chest, huge stomach and huge forearms and hands.
Subconsciously, my hand is stroking his cock slowly. I'm still staring at it, the fat, purple and red mushroom head, his shaft. His large hanging sack underneath. I didn't want school, I didn't want a job, or a girlfriend. I wanted Barry's cock and balls. I wanted that to be my focus, my purpose.
Barry's moaning lightly. I lower myself down to my knees, getting face to face with his cock, water dripping off the head and shaft, the sight making me leak in my cage. I lean in slowly and kiss the head, one of those slow, passionate kisses that you'd give a long-time significant other. I plant another kiss, then another, down the shaft and into his sack. I could've spent days exploring Barry's balls with my lips and tongue. To me it was the ultimate act of submissiveness, worshipping a man's balls. A big, heavy sack represents manliness, testosterone, neither of which I have very much of, or any at all. Bending down and kissing, licking, and sucking them represents me giving into Barry's manliness and power, while giving him pleasure and receiving none myself other than the mental pleasure of making him feel good.
I duck my forehead under his sack, and pull my face upwards into it, letting it cover my forehead, nose, lips and eyes. I continue my face upwards as it falls down my chin and off my face, with his shaft now covering it.
Barry moans, "Good girl....that's a good girl..." as I begin bobbing my head on his cock. I massage his sack as he works my mouth and throat. After a few minutes, I feel twitching. I cock my head back and open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out as far as it goes right beneath his cockhead as I stroke it with both hands.
"Oooh fuck baby!" He yells out as cum drains, pump after pump, onto my tongue and into my mouth. I hold it there for him as he finishes up. He steps back and looks at me, smiling as I swallow it down for him before kissing his cockhead as a "Thank you".
I stand up and help Barry wash off before exiting myself. Drying off and dressing up in one of my new wardrobe pieces, a black fishnet crop top, a pink thong, and little black skirt. It was so short my cage hung out the bottom of it. I put my heels on and headed downstairs to do chores.
A few weeks go by uneventfully. Dan came over a few times to abuse my holes, successfully of course. I fell deeper and deeper into my feminine side. I was waking up Barry with breakfast and a blowjob. I was strutting around house, confidently swinging my hips and ass, collared and caged. Delivery men? I opened the door with zero nervousness and smiled, giggling and acting like a slut. My voice got higher as I trained myself to talk consistently as a woman.
Barry and I's "special time" became "Anytime Daddy wants". If he left the house for extended periods of time, I waited on him at home, ready to give him a drink, sit him down in his chair, flip the TV on and then service his cock, swallowing his cum with a smile and thanking him. He took my pussy when he pleased, anytime of the day. To this point, still no mention of ever paying rent, or getting a job. Both of us firmly settling into our arrangement.
One Tuesday afternoon, there was a knock on the door. I peeked outside and saw a FedEx van. I opened the door smiling, took the small box and walked inside.
"Daddy!" I yelled out. "Package for you!"
Barry walked down the stairs, grabbed the package and examined.
"Oh! This is for you babydoll" He says, smiling, handing me the package.
Slightly confused, as normally these packages were in fact *not* for me, I peeled off the tape and opened the box to see multiple smaller boxes. The boxes said "Angeliq" on them.
"What are these, Daddy?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Well, open it up!" He chuckles.
I open one of the small boxes and inside was a panel of small pills. A small sheet of information fell out of the box. I grabbed it and looked. "Hormones...Female..."
Oh god, Barry was putting me on hormones. My entire being sank. It was one thing to dress and act like a girl. If I ever wanted to stop, I could just stop. But this was different, this was going to *change* me...
"Oh...Barry..." I say, holding the box of pills.
Barry knew something was wrong immediately, as I had stopped calling him Barry and chose Daddy the last month or so.
"Baby listen...you're going to love it...I promise." He said gently.
"I...I...don't know..." I said, quivering, staring at the little pills.
"Don't you want this? Don't you want to be my good little girl?" He said, stepping to me and pulling my back to his stomach. He reached his hand down the front of my booty shorts and pulled out my cage, holding it in his hand.
"Look at this baby" he says, slightly maneuvering my caged cock.
"You weren't meant to be a man..." He continues.
I stare down at my shrunken cock in my cage. It seemed so, so tiny in his hands.
"Don't you want to be beautiful for me baby?"
"Y-yes Daddy..." I stammer, watching his large hand wrap around my cage.
