Alex's POV

The Night Before the Wedding.

Tomorrow was the day.

I should have been excited. Instead, I felt small, weak, and deeply ashamed.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at me. My chest had become soft and puffy almost like i had breasts, with sensitive, swollen nipples that tingled at the slightest touch. My waist was narrower, my hips wider. My skin was completely smooth. Even my face looked softer almost pretty. The changes from Damien’s “protein shakes” had accelerated dramatically.

I looked down at my tiny, shrunken penis trapped in the loose metal cage. It was barely a nub now. Pathetic. I pulled on the soft pink panties Damien had told me to wear. They felt good. Comforting.

Right.

As I climbed into bed beside Sylvie, my mind kept drifting back to the secret videos I had started watching late at night.

Sissy hypno. Cuckold porn.

I had started with just curiosity, but now I couldn’t stop. I would edge my caged nub for hours while watching white boys getting feminized, locked, and humiliated as superior black men claimed their girlfriends and wives.

Sylvie cuddled up to me, wearing a beautiful silk nightgown. She looked a little pale.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly.

She gave me a weak smile. “I’ve been feeling sick in the mornings lately. Probably just stress from the wedding. Don’t worry about it.”

She kissed my cheek gently. From downstairs, the moaning started again.

Mia.

Her high-pitched, shameless cries echoed through the house as Damien fucked her. The wet, rhythmic sound of her ass clapping against his powerful body filled the silence.

My mind immediately went to it Damien’s thick, veiny black cock stretching her. Owning her. The same cock I had seen that day in the living room.

I whimpered softly as my tiny caged nub twitched. Without even touching myself, I came hands-free a weak, pathetic spurt of cum leaking into my pink panties.

Sylvie was already asleep. I quietly slipped out of bed, cheeks burning with shame, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

While wiping the mess from my panties, my eyes fell on something under the shelf.

A large, thick black dildo. Realistic veins. Huge head. Easily twice as big as my own shrunken penis.

I stared at it for a long moment.

Then… Lexie took over.

I don’t remember deciding to do it. One moment I was standing there. The next, I was on the bathroom floor on all fours, the thick black dildo suctioned to the tiles.

I lowered myself onto it like a bitch in heat, moaning softly as it stretched my ass open. I started bouncing in perfect sync with the sounds coming from the guest room Mia’s loud ass clapping against Damien’s cock.

Every time I heard her moan “Daddy!”, I slammed myself down harder, riding the massive black dildo desperately.

“Yes… fuck me…” I whispered in a soft, feminine voice that didn’t sound like mine. “Damien’s cock… so big… so much better…”

I rode it frantically, my soft chest bouncing, sensitive nipples rubbing against my shirt, my tiny caged nub leaking helplessly between my legs.

I came again and again hands-free, pathetic spurts while imagining it was Damien’s real cock destroying me.

By the time the sounds from the guest room finally stopped, I was a trembling, cum-covered mess on the bathroom floor.

Lexie slowly faded.

I quickly cleaned everything up, heart pounding with terror and shame, and slipped back into bed beside Sylvie.

She had no idea what her future husband had just done.

One night left as a single man.

And I had never felt more like a pathetic, beta sissy in my entire life.