You are communicating with Vylorun. Your appearance and your story impress him.

So, you stop for a rest with a group of rabbits-nomads and you communicate with them. Vylorun is surprised to meet you. He probably thought that you were not equipped to survive in the wastelands and that you were destined to be a **** or ****. And one more thing... your appearance really... impressed him. At the previous meeting, your body, your voice, your entire appearance were much less... feminized. Now you look completely different from that nice young guy who just got out of the bunker. Regular use of pinkish pills for many months, bullying by the cruel **** owner Dunik, daily sex in the passive role of a pathetic sissy slut - all this affected the state of your body and the state of your psyche.

Your figure has acquired pronounced effeminate features: narrow waist; smooth, hairless skin (it seems to you that the hair on your body has completely stopped growing, with the only exception being the hair on your head - your hairstyle is a mop of silky reddish hair that has grown to below the shoulders); wide hips; large fat deposits in the buttocks area, which form a large plump sexy female butt; hypersensitive nipples and breasts that have grown to at least a second size; feminized facial features (puff lips of a rich pinkish tint, long silky eyelashes) and a changed voice (your speech now sounds like the words of a young girl with a high, ringing, piercing and sweet timbre of her voice).

These changes are probably irreversible...

Combined with your clothes, your appearance clearly does not correspond to the concept of “masculinity”,

What are you wearing now?

Dirty, tattered miniskirt, women's top, women's underwear (bra and thong), women's fishnet stockings, a cloak made from the skin of some animal (this cloak was given to you by rabbits-nomads from the first group you met immediately after escaping from slavery), primitive tanned leather boots (one of the rabbit mutants mentioned that these boots were made from lizardmole leather).

However, the changes affected not only your appearance...

Your psychological identification of yourself as a male person is destroyed.

You have been fucked in the ass many times and **** to give blowjobs to many men's dicks. You have long lost the ability to experience an erection. Your flaccid and tiny penis is permanently locked in a chastity cage. You hate this small metal device. This is one of the symbols of your past.

Past of a powerless and submissive ****, who is just a pathetic toy intended for rough fucking...

The past that you want to get rid of at any cost...

However, even if you manage to find a way to remove this nasty device from your tiny weewee, you will be sadly aware that it will not be possible to fully return the previous state of affairs. Your micro-member, even without a chastity cage, will be only a flaccid and pathetic semblance of a real sexual organ of a strong man. You have already checked the condition of your weewee more than once using indirect signs: during rest stops at night, you tried to mentally imagine images of the most beautiful and sexy women in order to provoke sexual arousal in yourself.

In vain.

Your pseudo-member remained a pathetic and flaccid tiny appendage of flesh, which is a funny parody of a real man's dick.

Only memories of men's dicks fucking your holes could provoke sexual arousal in your body. When you think about big male penises, your tender anal hole begins to feel itching and pulsating... And one more thing: you feel a copious secretion of saliva in your mouth...

You are ashamed to realize this, but your thoughts about sex and the sensations of your body clearly indicate that the ways of your sexual satisfaction are now associated not at all with that funny pseudo-member that is located between your legs.

Itching inside your beautiful ass, with lustful thoughts about sex, is another proof that you are difficult to identify with the term “man”...

At night, before going to bed, you often sought to get at least minimal satisfaction...

You used shameful methods for this...

Your fingers penetrated your anus, easily overcoming the resistance of the stretched sphincter...

One finger...

Two fingers at once...

Even three fingers at the same time!

You were passionate about achieving orgasm...

But you never succeeded.

For many nights you have fallen asleep with a feeling of dissatisfaction and with vague lewd thoughts about men's cocks.

Thus, Vylorun's surprise is quite logical. He looks at you and listens to your story of hardship, humiliation and slavery. You talk emotionally about all the pain and fear you have experienced over the past months.

Most rabbits-nomads from this group are not very interested in what you have to say. They are busy with everyday chores: preparing food at a rest stop, scouting the area, preparing shelters in case of rain and preparing places to spend the night. Your sorrows do not surprise them - life in the wastelands has always been cruel. ****, pain, suffering and injustice are common occurrences in this terrible world.

However, Vylorun was interested in your story. Perhaps part of his attention to you is due to your extremely feminized and seductive appearance (he listens to you, gently stroking your knee). But beyond that, your words about Dunik also resonate with him emotionally.

He grumbles darkly, making funny snorting sounds and wrinkling his rabbit nose: “I always hated slavery... Dunik did a lot of evil... He probably once had a chance to become a good guy... But he couldn’t do it...”

You shout loudly and expressively: “Fuck this bastard! Let him die in agony! Dunik did all this to me... All this horror! I could barely remove the **** collar from my neck! And this disgusting metal device that squeezes my penis remains the same! I hate it! I hate that scum Dunik!”

Hatred for the one for whom you have been a **** for a long time bubbles up in your mind. Memories of how you were humiliated in the recent past appear in your head. Colorful images of pain, suffering and ****. You are close to hysterics.

Vylorun continues to gently and carefully stroke your knee with his furry fingers.

He says in a strange, snorting timbre of his voice: “Calm down, please! Calm down, cutie baby! You shouldn’t let hatred consume your consciousness... After all, you have worthy goals in life?”

You gradually calm down.

You reply to Vylorun: “You're right. I have to control my emotions. I have an important goal - I must find my missing father Daniel!”

Vylorun asks: “Do you have any information about where your father disappeared?”

You say with sadness: “There is not enough information. All I know is that my father disappeared somewhere in the outskirts of the Muktree settlement, which was recently destroyed... I heard that this settlement was plundered by raiders... The inhabitants were probably killed or enslaved..."

Vylorun sadly shakes his head and says: “The chances are low... There is not enough information... But I can offer you a short escort. Our group wanders towards the ruins of this settlement. You can come with us. When we reach the Muktree ruins together, our group will move on, and you can look for at least something useful. Evidence, witnesses, traces... Any things that will help understand the fate of your father... How do you feel about such a proposal, Jerome?

You are lost in thought.

You are afraid to trust anyone.

However, even short-term help would be useful to you.