Chapter 1: First Hit, Last Breath
You are sitting at the dealer's hotel room table twitching a little bit, when the dealer busts out three drugs, ¼ ounce of pink meth, aka The Gaymaker,; violet molly, aka The Feminizer, and GHB+, The Sissymaker. But you don't know the drug aliases, all you know is that you took part in a gangbang tgat lasted until this morning and the other 35 participants all came 3x each. Once in each hole and everyone wrapped with a bukkake finish over your chest and face. You for some reason loved it and wanted more
"See I told you shouldn't have bought the pink meth last night." your dealer said. "I will give you this quarter for free, but you have to do a dose of violet molly and a dropper full of GHB+, then go next door and help Tyrone and Demarcus ouf until they finish whatever they want to do with you.
You quickly grab the meth and hot rail a 1.5 gram line through the hose connection, which poured extra concentrated pink smoke into your sinus cavity. Then you do the same to the molly and took the GHB into the bathroom and loaded 3 droppers worth into an empty enema bottle, poured a little bit of water in with it, then squirted the concoction up your ass and held it. Inside the bathroom there was a pink pushup bra and matching crotchless panties, a negative chastity device, white nylon stockings with leg garters, a pink tartan schoolgirl outfit, basic makeup, a choker with an added voice changer, earrings, six inch platform stillettos in black, a platinum blonde wig, french tip press-on nails and perfume.
The dealer had left them for you. You knew what you had to do, but you were scared. You had never been this feminine before. You had never been this horny before. You had never been this desperate for cock before.
You shakily undressed yourself, your limp micropenis already starting to squirt pre-cum from the GHB+ and the violet molly. You took a deep breath and started to put on the panties, feeling the soft lace against your skin, the crotchless opening exposing your tiny dick. You put on the push-up bra, the straps digging into your shoulders, your nipples hardening from the sensation.
The dealer had left them for you. You knew what you had to do, but you were scared. You had never been this feminine before. You had never been this horny before. You had never been this desperate for cock before.
You shakily undressed yourself, your limp micropenis already starting to squirt pre-cum from the GHB+ and the violet molly. You took a deep breath and started to put on the panties, feeling the soft lace against your skin, the crotchless opening exposing your tiny dick. You put on the push-up bra, the straps digging into your shoulders, your nipples hardening from the sensation.
The bra cups were barely big enough to hold your small, developing tits, but you could feel them swelling slightly under the pressure, your body already responding to the violet molly. You pulled the panties up, the crotchless opening framing your tiny, leaking cock. The nylon stockings slid up your legs, the garters snapping into place with a sharp *click*, the sound making your cock twitch. You stepped into the platform stilettos, your ankles wobbling as you adjusted to the six-inch heels, your ass already sticking out more, your posture shifting into something more feminine, more *submissive*. At least this concoction of drugs allowed you to keep your penis, sjre it was tiny and forever limp, but you could never abide having a vagina.
You were a sissy, a fucktoy, a cocksleeve, but you still wanted to be able to squirt your little load when you got fucked, even if it was only a few drops.
You sat down on the toilet, your ass still holding the GHB+ cocktail, as you put on the french tip press-on nails. You could feel the molly and the GHB+ starting to take effect, your body tingling, your mind becoming more and more submissive and feminine. You put on the wig, adjusting it until it looked natural, the platinum blonde hair falling just past your shoulders.
You could feel the drugs taking over, your body growing warmer, your skin more sensitive. You leaned in closer to the mirror, your eyes widening as you saw your reflection. Your face was softer, your jawline less pronounced, your lips fuller. You looked like a fucking slut. A *needful* slut.
You reached for the makeup, your hands trembling as you applied the foundation, the blush, the eyeliner. You smudged the mascara, making your eyes look bigger, more innocent, more *fuckable*. The lipstick was a deep, glossy pink, and you smeared it on, your lips glistening as you puckered them in the mirror.
The voice changer choker went around your neck, the strap tight against your throat, and when you spoke, your voice was a breathy, high-pitched whine. *"Fuck… fuck, I look so good…"* You moaned, your tiny cock already leaking pre-cum into the crotchless panties, the wet spot spreading across the lace.
The GHB+ was hitting you hard now. Your body felt like it was on fire, your skin hypersensitive, every brush of the air against your nipples making you gasp.
The GHB+ was rewriting your DNA, your body already shifting, your hips widening, your waist narrowing, your tits swelling just a little more under the push-up bra. You could *feel* it happening, the drugs turning you into something *fuckable*, something *desperate*.
You stood up, your legs wobbling in the stilettos, your ass already sticking out more, your posture shifting into something more *submissive*. The chastity device was still in your hand, and you hesitated for only a second before snapping it into place around your tiny, leaking cock.
The cold metal bit into your skin, the lock clicking shut with a final, irreversible *snap*. A whimper escaped your lips—your *new* lips, plump and pink, trembling with need.
*"Ohhhh fuck…"* you moaned, your voice now a high, breathy whine, the voice changer distorting your words into something slutty and desperate. Your fingers traced the edges of the chastity cage, feeling the way it trapped your little dick, the way it made you *nothing* but a hole.
The drugs were in full control now, your body trembling with need, your mind a fog of *fuck me, fuck me, fuck me*—the only coherent thought left in your head. The GHB+ had turned your blood into liquid fire, your skin so sensitive that even the brush of the lace panties against your ass made you whimper.
The door to the motel room creaked open.
Two massive figures filled the doorway, their silhouettes framed by the flickering neon light from the parking lot. Tyrone and Demarcus. You knew them—knew their cocks, knew the way they stretched you open, the way they made you scream. But this time, you weren’t just Keith.
You were *Lexi Yum*—a trembling, needy, *fuckable* thing in six-inch heels and a crotchless lace thong, your tiny dick locked away in a chastity cage, your nipples hard and aching under the push-up bra, your pussy *aching* to be filled.
The two men stepped inside, their massive frames filling the room. Tyrone was first—a towering, muscular Black man with a shaved head and a smirk that promised pain. Demarcus followed, his dark eyes scanning you up and down, his tongue dragging over his lips as he took in the sight of you.
You say in your new sexy bimbo voice "Ohh, you both are so tall, you coukd fuck me standing up. First though let me serve you on my knees. Maybe you can call the rest the starting 5 over. The more cum I get in me while the drugs are taking effect the more bimbo and the more hot I get. " Ohhh fuck, I'm so fucking horny right now," you moaned, your voice a breathy, desperate whine, your fingers already clawing at the edge of the bed as you sank to your knees. The chastity cage around your tiny, leaking cock was a constant reminder of what you were now—*nothing but a hole*. A fucktoy. A slutty, needy, *desperate* thing.
Tyrone’s massive hand gripped the back of your head, his fingers tangling in the platinum blonde wig as he forced your face toward his crotch.