At this point, it seems very doubtful

Princess was filled to the brim with piss and cum. Upon looking down he noticed that his tummy had inflated slightly, clearly showing how much he had been fed in just a few hours! Despite this, his hunger hadn't been sated. But that wasn't due to a lack of sustenance, but to the fact that his hunger was rooted somewhere else. Not in his stomach, but in his ass. He could feel it twitching and itching, quite literally begging to be fed with cock and cum. Fate had been cruel to him, constantly dangling sweet release right infront of him only to result in him being exploited and used for the pleasure and release of others. What came unexpected was how much he liked it. The undeniable humiliation and degradation was accompanied with enough lust and satisfaction to make it all worth it in the end. The rewards that came with such devotion to others only further increased his craving to do it all again. To them he was exactly what they called him, a bitch. The lowest of the low tasked with demeaning themselves for the pleasure of others. They looked down upon him, and the view from down there was intoxicating to Princess. It was his true and rightful place, below everyone else.

Looking back up he noticed how everyone was still looking at him. Every single futa had the same hungry look on their face, some even rubbing their growing cocks ontop of whatever clothed prison they were contained in. Princess struggled to contain himself as he considered the possibility of submitting to the whole office, letting them use him in any way they'd want. His already damp thong, soaked in precum, started to become even more soaked. His eyes locked with one futa after the next. He felt hypnotized by their smirks and dirty glances, exposed and splattered with cum and saliva. The room grew silent and the air was thick with tension. His devotion to the task at hand was slipping, and the deep hunger within began to creep forward and take hold of his mind.

Without even being aware of it, his thumbs hooked onto the strings keeping his thong up and began to pull them down. As they feel to the floor he mindlessly stepped towards them. He pulled off the gloves he wore, they would only get in the way. He now only wore his butt-plug, high heels and a collar, which felt like the proper thing for a sissy bitch slut to wear. He was ready to serve as much cock as possible. Their needs were now his commands. This trance he was in seemed to have taken his mind by storm, almost shutting down any function that would not be useful when serving his superiors. It was as if there was something else steering him in the "right" direction, which was towards the crowd of horny futas. All of them knew exactly what was happening, and what was about to happen. They all fondled themselves and began undressing, letting their cocks flop free and entice Princess even more, putting him in even more heat.

His steps were short, but at last they lead him to his meal, his masters. Before him stood his superiors waiting to be worshipped by an inferior beta bitch, born to serve and submit. This was the universal truth of his existance, and the existance of all other males. They were born and bred to become slaves for the shegoddesses that ruled the world, deserving of all the praise and admiration they got.

He reached out and began stroking two cocks while flicking his tongue onto one right infront of him, catching the drops of precum oozing out of its tip. He took a deep breath and inhaled the musk of superior cock, pushing him deeper into submission. He heard them speak, but to him it was only mumbling. He was too focused on worshipping the cocks infront of him to hear them as they spoke to his new nature, calling him a whore, a slut, a bitch. His oblivious mind didn't even notice as the words slithered into his head and began setting root, more or less convising him of his true purpose in life, to worship and submit. The sheer amount of cock almost overwhealmed him, breaking his mind and showing him a perspective only the lowest of the low were made to perceive. One after another he sucked, stroked and licked. He felt the wandering hands of futas, fondling him all over his frail body. He made no attempt to stop it, actually encouraging it by moaning as they pinched his nipples and spanked his perfect ass. His limp clitty drooled with precum, just as his mouth did. It hung pathetically between his thick thighs, his balls tiny enough to mistake for a vulva and his penis resembling a clit more than a cock. Any trace of what a man was had faded or warped into femininity, creating the ideal image of what a modern man was expected to look like.

Like an object he was tossed around and used like a common fucktoy. He didn't even notice when his butt-plug was removed. What he did notice however was when a cock entered his boi-pussy. He groaned and squeeled as his itch was finally beeing scratched, his mind spiraling into deep subspace. Cocks ruthlessly worked their way down his throat and deep into his ass. All he could see was giant cocks swinging infront of him before promptly being shoved down his eager throat, being fed with gallons of potent cum. He couldn't even contain it within his stomach as it **** itself through his system and meeting with the cum which was being shot into his ass. He could feel his organs expand just to fit all the cum being deposited into him. His mind went blank after what had been his tenth orgasm, forcing him to writhe in orgasmic bliss with a stupid look on his face, his tongoue hangning out of his mouth as cocks thrusted themselves in and out. It seemed that the whole office and the rest of the building had heard of what happened and eagerly decided to join in.

The next thing he remembered was being placed in different clothing, having his collar attached to a chan leash and his wrists strapped and fastened to a metal bar, keeping his hands open for cock to slide into. His clitty was allowed to hand loose to symbolise his downfall from manhood.

With the leash attached to his neck, he was lead through the building and paraded as the object that he had become, cementing his place at the bottom of society and removing and pride or dignity that could have latched onto him. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel someone slip inside him from time to time, depositing a load or two before being replaced by the next cock.