"Well, I guess you're going home."

"Well, I guess since my job is done, you are going home", said Audrey, "Unless--"

"Unless what?" you ask. You're butthole is drooling for a slightly cylindrical presence to fill it's void. You feel like if you were chastised of cock that you would go mad. In this state, you glance around the room randomly and finally observe that some of them were turned on. Many women's faces were displayed on the monitors and it looked like they were staring right at you, critiquing every jolt of your hips.

"Well", Audrey goes on, "If I contact your mother and tell her that she was wrong and that you are not fully trained to be a whorish cocksleeve, then she'll want you here for a few more days, **** to suffer as you are stuffed with an infinite amount of girlcock up your butt". Audrey choose her words carefully, as his mother really didn't want Doug to come home until she was sure that he was addicted to girl's mentionables, but since it was swift of a transformation his mother shouldn't suspect a thing.

"I want that!" You grin. To have your butt constantly stretched to it's limit is something that you have been aching for ever since the girls in your cabin discovered that you were a boy. Ever since they dressed you up as a slut you have been secretly hoping that one of them would just take you already.

"Is that good enough proof for you Lisa?" Audrey shouts in your face.

"Absolutely. I can't believe my little boy is so eager to fill his role in society! When you get home Doug, you will be so happy that I helped you realize your dreams. As for the money, Audrey, you should get it in the mail in a couple of days." The static voice comes from a television monitor that you hadn't realized was on when you entered the room. The voice sounded disturbingly like someone you knew, but not your mom, which irked you. You turn to take a look at the television monitor and see who put you through all this when Audrey slapped your butt cheeks. You arch your back, not getting a chance to look at the monitor, as you moan in both pain and pleasure. It felt like a precursor to your bottom being stuffed with Audrey's loving sausage. And indeed it was as you felt her Cock suddenly fill your void. You're whole purpose on Earth had become pleasuring yourself on Audrey's yardstick as soon as she put thrust it in.

Deep within the constraints of pleasure, you suddenly hear a lot of womanly moans jump around the room. You take a gander, and what you deduce is horrifying. You think that...