The aftermath

The next week is a horny haze for you. Of course you don't turn back after the two days, so you don't even have to take a pregnancy test. It has taken you just one single day to completely abandon anything male about you and now you are busy learning what it means to be a woman. Well, not a woman but rather a fucktoy. You barely wear clothes anymore despite the little maid outfit when helping your mom with the housework. When not doing cores, you are usually in one of the guy’s bedrooms servicing their cocks in various ways. You are now carrying a pillow with you so that it doesn't hurt as much when you are kneeling under a desk sucking on a dick while the one it belongs to is playing games and occasionally petting your head so that you know that you are doing a good job. You always beam with joy and feel happy and loved when that happens.

And despite how nice and girly your family has decorated your room you hardly spend a night sleeping in your own bed. Instead, you are passed around to play the bed-bunny for your family. After they fill your pregnant pussy up you will get to cuddle with them, and sleep being spooned lovingly.

Life as a fucktoy is sweet!