The sissy story

“THE SISSY STORY!”

“Alright, Gina, calm yourself down.”

“I honestly never thought we ever get a follow up to this!”

“It certainly has been a while. About...three years since we covered it last time?”

"Yeah, three years! We are too old for this! I turned twenty-three last week!”

“Do not worry, Gina. You still have two more years before you become a cake.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“But before we begin this follow up proper, we will have to address the answer chapter.”

“From three years ago!”

“Well… I guess it must have been written before the Algorithm. Whoever wrote this must’ve been dealing with wars and disease and unemployment and all those other things we’re lucky enough to live in a world without… I’m sure they wouldn’t feel anywhere near as fulfilled in their lives as we do…”

“Please, wars and disease maybe but we are in College! That hardly counts as unemployment.”

170 years… The voices from the past seemed to think that wasn’t so great a time period to separate their society from another. But, with the exponential speed at which technology could progress… When the mysteries of the mind and body became ever-more manipulable and the separation between AI and organic consciousness ever-more thin, perhaps grand ideas that once seemed so obvious could be dropped by the wayside. Perhaps nightmares and fantasies could become so entangled with reality that no-one could tell which was supposed to be which anymore.

“She got you there, Marcie! I mean look what happened in the last three years alone. AI is everywhere now!”

“Hmm...perhaps, my estimate was a tad on the conservative side.”

“In fact, AI has become so good, why don’t we replace this review with one! I bet these dweebs wouldn’t even note a difference!”

But then she shook herself free of it. It was just a silly, old relic of times long dead. When spell-checkers couldn’t even pick up on a writer accidentally putting ‘tough’ several times instead of ‘though’.

“Hah! Take that, Marcie! How does it feel? To suck!”

“...Gina?”

“What!”

“Did you have three sugar cubes in your coffee this morning?”

“I’m just excited! Can we get into it already! I want to read the sissy story! THE SISSY STORY!”

“Alright, alright.”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

“THATWASWAYTOOLITTLEWHYAREWEALREADYDONE!”

“Indeed. JerkGently has only written 31 chapters since we left off.”

“And these chapters are short as fuck too! We were done way too quickly!”

“I would call him the George R.R. Martin of porn stories, but we all wished Martin would write that much in three years.”

“Yeah, ok, so this one is actually more story based. I mean up until now this story was a hundred+ chapters of Jesse’s happy go lucky school life as a sissy slut and now suddenly this Victorlike bastard shows up and plans to mind control the girls!”

“...Victorlike?”

“It’s totally something Victor would do!”

“Alright.”

“Hey, Marcie, do you think Victor came back alive and assumed the identity of this fucker?”

“I do not think these two stories have anything in common, Gina. At all.”

“Fine!“

“Moving along, this section of the story is dominated by one Derrick Carter, an entrepreneur who does a more or less non hostile take over of the academy Jesse attends.”

“What a Victor.”

“Gina.”

“Oh, fuck off. How would you describe the guy then, Marcie?”

“Hmmm…that is a good question.”

“Uhu. Real mindbender that.”

“As far as villains go, Derrick is...interesting.”

“Marcie, that literally tells me fuck all.”

“He is charming but not to an unnatural degree. Jerk allows him to be nervous, show some wavering about what he is set out to do. In essence he comes across as very well rounded.”

“Oh, fucking hell. Don’t idolize the shitbag!”

“Gina please, you know how much I despise mind control.”

“Uhu.”

“Let me come at it from a different angle: Derrick Carter is the closest thing to a villain we have in this story.”

“I mean, yeah.”

“And I must say, I am a bit torn about that.”

“What. Why?”

“For over a hundred chapters this story did not have a villain, not even an antagonist. I already said so in the last review, but the villain of this story is society as a whole. It creates an immensely bleak atmosphere of this dystopian future that seems impossible to overcome because there is nothing to overcome.”

“OK!”

“But now you have that villain, the bad guy you can point your finger at and say, if only this guy is defeated, things will be better. I feel it takes something away from the story.”

“That sounds extremely pretentious, Marcie!”

“Perhaps. On the positive side, a villain does provide the story with focus. There is only so long you can write about a dystopian society daily life before it gets stale.”

“You know what’s not stale? Using semen as flavor!”

Madame Stanfield received several satisfying, artful streaks of white across her serving dish and Jesse got to bask in both the warmth of a duty fulfilled... and the small, sordid knowledge that his mistress had deemed fit to consume a little of him on hard-baked bread and fish eggs.

“What the fuck is wrong with those sickos? That’s disgusting!

“Ah, but you see Gina, there is a bit of an amusing deconstruction going on here. Usually, ejaculating on somebodies food has a very clear connotation in porn. It is meant to be both disgusting and degrading. Here it is portrayed as a high class delicacy, perhaps in the same way rich people delude themselves into thinking eating fish eggs is actually delicious.”

“BUT IT’S NOT! IT’S DISGUSTING!”

“Gina, I am serious. You need to cool down.”

“O-Okkk….It’s just….I mean...we are already mostly done! With the review! What the hell!”

“Well, it was only thirty chapters and let us not kid ourselves these are rather short chapters. Admittedly, I feel a bit bad that we are having another short review two times in a row. Maybe we are getting too old for this.”

“I WAITED THREE YEARS FOR THIS!”

“Let me be clear here, these chapters were not badly written at all. It is just that there is very little to comment about. Perhaps Jerk should have waited until he had a bit more content.”

“Fuck, this guy is almost as bad as Ted. Like come on! I want more! MORE!”

“Well, Jerk has written a bunch of other stuff. We even covered it.”

“But the Sissy story is his best stuff! Why isn’t he writing more about it?”

“It does appear he has added some addendum to the first chapter if you want to check...”

“YES!”

“Oh boy.”

READING OF ADDENDUMS IN PROGRESS

A display of acrobatics by Twinkorp’s Magnificent Flying Twink Corps™. Watch out for mid-air ejaculations and sprightly, little bottoms landing gracefully into your laps. This is the first return of the award-winning show since their tour of the Russian Federations.

“I like the world building we got in this. Apparently Russia still exists but is broken up into multiple countries here.”

“SUCK IT PUTIN, YOU OLD, DISGUSTING FUCK!”

“Gina…be cool.”

“I AM VERY COOL!”

Has the fizz fallen out of your fucktoy?

Is your office slut all limp and lifeless?

Spanky Dan’s Submissive Revitalisation Dojo is here to help!

“These addendum’s pretty much just add additional wordbuilding, and that is a good thing but I feel the positioning here at the front is a bit of a waste. Some of it directly pertains to recent chapter, so these should be optional chapters you get every now and then during the story.”

See the little rosy cheeks,

All lined up in a row.

Reddened by the ruler,

And set to merry glow.

Oh! Their angel voices,

Made to yelp and moan.

Joyous in their calling,

Their bodies up for loan.

Each one a perfect fantasy,

A dream of sculpted flesh.

The work of careful training,

Such beauty, sweet and fresh.

Listen as they gurgle,

Throats that never gag.

Each end a perfect entry,

No skin that ever sag.

Watch their hips a'bobbing,

Bouncing in delight.

To serve their master’s wantings,

In both sensation and in sight.

Ah, to cum inside them,

Is such a merry treat.

Each hole a warm embrace,

The prettiest of meat.

The only consternation,

So many from which to choose.

Once one is bought and paid for,

I see another I'd like to use.

“WHAT IS THIS FUCKING POEM? I HATE POEMS! POE’S POSER POWNS POEMS!”

“This was apparently written by the minister of culture. No wonder this society is going to the dogs.”

“THEN THERE IS SOME CHAT LOG, SOME CREEPY SCIENCY STUFF AND DONE! WE READ EVERYTHING!”

“Indeed.”

“WOHAHCRUZLLAHBLAAAAH!”

“Gina. Deep breaths.”

“HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

*a bunch of breathing exercises later*

“Have you calmed down?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“But I still want more.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Like the story seriously stops right when it gets good! Victor takes over and does his mind control thing and then it’s just stops!”

“A lack of content was the main issue here. What we got was not bad at all. But I was looking forward to how matters unfold. We got plenty of plot hooks and set ups, but as of yet no payoff.”

“Yes!”

“Well, Gina. Did you masturbate to it?”

“What? Eww, no! Marcie! I don’t enjoy this story that way!”

“I would say this comes as a surprise but that would be a lie.”

“Jesse is like a pet to me. Like a pet baby shark.”

“Err yes...I can somewhat see the appeal.”

“Right!”

“In conclusion the one thing really missing from this story is...a conclusion!”

“...wow, that was bad.”