Connie rushes out!

Connie had enough and stood up. Monique turned to say goodbye but Connie marched past - she’d delete the files tomorrow. It was a stupid idea, but her arousal and general horniness was clouding her judgement. She left her coat on the hook, confident her usueless cock was somehow still deiscreet enough to pass as just a fabric bulge.

2 big mistakes. She noted Monique give a quizzical look at her crotch as she casually waved goodbye over her shoulder, trying at least to seem as friendly as usual.

Signing out and doing her normal post work routine as well as she could, Connie even visited the toilet before leaving the building. After relieving herself, she noted Monique cross the main hallway and enter an office reserved for management. That was... not her regular behaviour. In fact an assistant like her? Unheard of to even be on friendly terms with management staff.

Shit. Her clouded mind barely thought about it but something inside her decided that she’d best skedaddle.

She barely noticed the guard looking at her crotch funnily as she marched from the wash room to the exit, not caring to spend any extra time there - she was becoming acutely aware of the strange looks she was getting from people around her. If she’d had the foresight to consider how people at a body modification company might be extra critical toward strange growths on colleagues she might have considered covering the small but unnatural mass in her trousers with something.

Hubris had taken over. She was so close to success, nobody could stop her. And she kept thinking that all the way to the front door, where she felt her arms get grabbed and pinned to her side.

“What the fuck are you... “

She was quickly spun around was was faced with her lab assistant, 2 guards and a stern looking Manager from the Conditioning team. None of them looked thrilled, in fact the range of emotions she sensed in each of their faces was fear from her assistant... and rage from the manager, who’s name she didn’t know. Suddenly the protrusion in her trousers was far less of a blessing as she realized what was going on... She’d actually gotten herself reported!

“Strip her trousers. NOW.”

Connie yelped, but was unable to resist at all - she couldn’t even muster words as panic caused her to essentially freeze. The newfound blood from Connies penis drained out of her cock and in to her face as Connie felt strong hands drag her elastic waistband down and her deeply unimpressive but magnificent creation finally got exposed to the world. People in the gathering crowd gasped as her small dong did it’s best to flop out, resting on her quickly receding balls. Any hint of her former arousal was dying down quickly. She felt handcuffs roughly lock on to her wrists as a furious member threw her paper coffee cup at Connie, drenching her top in lukewarm latte.

“THEIF!”

“YOU RUINED THIS PLACE!”

She was confused at the yelling, only for a moment, before realising what shed done. The materials she’d stolen had sent a shockwave through the company, causing distrust, searches, firings and a generally unpleasant atmosphere for everyone else that worked there. For the first time in quite a while her blinkered view was removed and she was revealed as more than just a failed futa - she was now without doubt the cause of many peoples workplace misery for the past month or so.

And now here she was being marched through the building, cock out, toward the head office doors. Without public sympathy, without a working product. She was fucked.

It only took a few days to find out her fate. Well, legally ‘his’.

Their lawyer - a very overpriced, very effective woman with something of a mean streak - successfully argued that Connie was a man and that there was no real evidence she was ever a woman. She worked in a body modding facility and stole products capable of changing appearances, end of story. Since there were no successful genital mods current in circulation it was “clearly more likely she was a man originally than a woman”.

Unbelievably, despite her ID, birth certificates and everything else that pointed to the opposite... this stuck. Connie had no doubts that the judge was crooked and on the company payroll, she was being made an example of to deter future projects like hers.’He’ was being tried as a male.

And got sentenced to 15 years for theft and fraud.

It’s been 2 years since then. She didn’t really get time to seethe over the injustice. She was thrown in to Gen pop and for all intent and purpose, forgotten about save for the odd national news update videos that had nicely and publically captured her downfall over the last 24 months.

It didn’t take long for a prison rules to completely take over her life. Her cellmates, members of a large prison gang immediately targeted her. She was their lucky day, 100% physical big titted female save for a still broken cock they could completely ignore. She got a few sound beatings before being pimped out daily, becoming a gang whore. She quickly learnt to suck and fuck as many cocks as possible in a day, being traded for food, money, **** and sometimes just for show. She was an asset to them, nothing more - she learnt quickly that as soon as she landed inside she was no longer a person, she was basically just a semen receptacle.

She estimated her ass was sold about a dozen times a day, plus her duties to her cell pimps. Over the two years she’d had tens of cheap looking, deep in tattoos forcibly applied to her - none too flattering. her least favourite was the one on her temple that labelled her a slut, but the one on her ass with a crude pricing list was also about demeaning enough to warrant special mention. She only got to shower once or twice a week - meaning she was usually found with cum dried to her filthy body - and did try to scrub out the ink when it was first applied, but knew it was in vein.

They conditioned her to act like a whore. She begged to be used or suffered swift punishments, often she’d dance and strip at night for her cellmates before being gang-banged until the early hours. They were becoming more creative in using her and recently had begun to use her as a mule, packing her ass with contraband and sending her around the cells during the day, delivering whatever was ordered with a blowjob to go along with it. Her 15 years was massively at risk of being extended if the guards found her doing this, but how could she refuse? They’d pin her down and forcibly shove objects up her butt any time she even hinted at resisting, more than once she’d had to waddle along the corridors with things as big as multiple rolled up newspapers shoved in her hole.

The worst part? She hadn’t orgasmed herself since becoming a man. Living in this hell, she was unable to even get the slightest release. The experiment simply hadn’t had time to create the right connections and her body had never leant how to release. A pity.

It was her only real regret. Had she succeeded she wouldn’t have become this... Whore. Her now warped mind imagined shed have been the one doing the fucking, as she was so broken in she could only think of sex.

Ah well. Her life was good while it lasted.