Thwee hundey sissy fuck days later...

You are in your playroom, where you spend most of your days since the Test of Pleasure left you with almost nothing left of the old you. In its place is a fuzzy warm feeling of pleasure, like the after effects of a strong sissygasm, and a gnawing need to "make spurties".

Daddy would have been fine to ship you off to a bargain bin bimbo bazaar and sell you to the lowest bidder, but Mommy intervened and traded in a decades worth of Valentines, Birthday, Christmas and Anniversary presents to build you a playroom filled with custom made baby bitch toys.

There's cock shaped pacifiers which you love to wrap your collagen plump lips around and suck all day long...a pretty pink buttplug cast from your Daddy's dick, which let's you feel like he's cuddling you from the inside all the time...your favorite is the "cockey howsey" a beautiful rainbow colored toy horse with an authentically endowed rubber replica on the seat, which you ride until you fall off exhausted.

Mommy even made sure Daddy got you the big bouncy bimbo tits or "pweety piwwos" as you call them, that she promised you when you started sissy school. They look so pretty in your peakaboo pajamas, usually half spilled out as you unsnap the front low enough to let you grope and **** yourself. Your snap away butt window is perpetually flapping free, to better allow access to your favorite toys or occasionally, one of Daddy's especially pervy friends that love to fuck bimbo blow up bitch babies like you.

Of course that doesn't occur often enough to satisfy your near constant need for relief. So Mommy collected "tonsey wonseys" specimens from one of Daddy's shell companies, which just happens to have an active sperm bank as a front. She had all your toys custom made. With enough suction or piston pressure, a valve is released and your greedy mouth or greedier cunt, or more often both, are filled with "cweamy dweamy cummies" allowing you to spasm, shudder, sissygasm and squirt.

And of course every night Mommy leads you back to your "sweepy time woom" and lets you sit on her lap while she tells you a story. Some "siwwy sticky stowy about a boi tooned to a bimbow babey" she always lets you bounce on her Mommy clit and she always finishes inside you before the stories over. You barely notice the tears on her face when she kisses you goodnight other than to note they are "sawty".

You have no idea why Mommy looks so "fwowny facey" sometimes. You are happier than you've ever been, and there isn't enough left of you to know how tragic that is...