The first of many walks of shame.

You wake up groggy and bleary eyed, but a lot less sore than you would expect. If anything, you feel hungry and horny for more ****, but in the cold light of day you remember what seemed to slip your cock addled mind last night...it is at the very least embarrassing to fuck and suck your way through a crowd of strangers.

Your hair is stiff and matted with stud spunk and sissy spurts and your skin is caked with cum. You feel the nights deposits oozing out of your sperm bank of an ass. Naked and ashamed, you quietly crawl past the mounds of slumbering, satiated studs and sissies and find what loose clothing you can. You manage to find a barely there black sheer bra and a rhinestone vest that must have belonged to a well ridden cowgurl. For bottoms you have to settle on a hot pink buttplug to keep your ass from leaking all the way to the showers and a skirt so short it makes belts look chaste. You find a pair of thigh high hooker boots that you stumble and struggle with, dreading with every step you will wake the comatose crowd and bring their jeers and taunts roaring back.

Your only hope is a complete makeover, or maybe to transfer schools. After all, how many people can tell one sissy from another? And now that you've gotten this out of your system, maybe you can go back to a semi-normal life with just the occasional secret suck or private pounding? You could still get a job, settle down, maybe even find a woman who's into sissies, and doesn't wonder why your kisses occasionally taste of cum. All you have to do is take careful, quiet steps out of the room, through the living room, and out the front door.

Your heart stops when you finally creep into the living room and see the back of three studs' heads glued to a porno. You hold your breath and drop to the floor, slowly crawling to avoid drawing there attention. You are so close. Just make it through the door and make a run for it. Before you can, you hear a familiar voice on the television...

"My name is Brandi Baxter and I came to this pardy to blow cocks an' choo bubblecum. Aaaaan I'm aaaaall outta bubblecum!" The camera goes to a close up of your cum splattered face and breasts, drunk of booze and baby batter and babbling about how much you love cock between very graphic and very earnest demonstrations. One of the studs must have fished your wallet out of your daisy dukes as he is holding your license up to the camera, exposing your identity while you expose everything else. The camera pulls out to show you bouncing on a sissy's shaft and stroking two cocks while you suck three others...

Just when you think you can't be any more devestated, one of the studs turns and notices you crawling away."Haw Haw! Look, bros! The punk ass pornstar is all shy now. Too late for that, faggot! We already posted this shit on pornhub, shemaletube, twitter, instagram...Hell, we even got it up on facebook so your old as grandparents can see what a slut you are." You hear their laughter follow you out of the house as you get to your feet and stumble awkwardly in your high heels. You don't know where you're running to, but you know you have to escape the laughter, even only temporarily.

Of course, being cum blasted and barely clothed like a dimestore diva, you get plenty of stares and laughs as you make your way clear across campus to get back to your dorm. One stud even calls out after doing a double take between his phone and your face, "Holy shit! You're Brandi Baxter, the 'butch' bottom bimboi!" You just keep running, your cheeks burning and your tears stinging as you try to get back to your room and bury your head under the covers.

Even more alarming is the unexpected effect all this exposure and public ridicule is having on you...it's making you horny! You don't know why your cock is throbbing and drooling for everyone to see as it dangles below your short skirt, or why your nipples are tenting the flimsy see through fabric of your bra, and you especially don't know why your sissy cunt is squeezing down on your plastic plug like it's trying to milk a fresh load of cum from it.

Did last night fuck you up for good? Did all that non-stop sucking and fucking and spurting and sissygasms rewire your brain so you connect the humiliation of your exposure and degradation with the ecstacy and deliciousness of the hot sex? Or maybe you always were a sick little shame slut? Maybe that's why you let your sissy roommate film you sucking her cock even before you were infected. Either way, you worry you are trapped in the middle of a vicious circle. You just wish the thought of that didn't make you so hungry.

You finally make it back to your dorm after enduring your marathon of shame. You unlock the door and instead of a hot shower and a clean bed, you find Daisy in the bottom bunk happily sliding up and down Jaime's sissy shaft while the ravishing redhead sucks the bronze beauty's bouncing girl cock.

Daisy is so lost in lust that it takes her a second to form her moaning mouth into a smug smirk. "Oh look, the OOH boss bitch is back. Well we are both still MOAN mad at you, so you don't get to NNH join in. And you are definitely my AAH bottom bunk bitch from now OOH on, so don't expect to get any sleep when I'm getting some MMMM 'D'. Still, I do feel a little AAH sorry for you, everyone finding out what a slut you are, and you being the last to NNH know. Tell you what, if you promise not to touch yourself, you can WHIMPER watch me and Jaime take turns MOAN fucking each other and then you can MMMM clean us off afterwards."

You know you should tell them to go fuck themselves, but they clearly plan to do that anyway. Besides, you haven't had breakfast yet. You sink to the floor, sitting on your hands to try and reduce the temptation to play with your sex toy body. You get the feeling you will be in this position a lot, so you might as well get used to it.

If course, you never do...