Button Clitty Sissy

You cannot stop. The night at the gay bar shattered whatever remained of your old self. The feeling of being desired, used, and praised as ButtonClittySissy had rewired your brain. Every spare moment became dedicated to chasing that high. Tawny remained completely unaware, which only made the secret thrill sharper.

The very next weekend she was away again for a work conference. You spent the entire day preparing. Full body shave until your skin glowed smooth and hairless. You plucked your eyebrows into a softer arch, applied makeup with growing skill — smoky eyes, long lashes, glossy pink lips. The wig you bought looked more natural now that you had practiced styling it. You slipped into Tawny’s sexiest black thong, the lace cradling your caged pink clitty perfectly. A matching bra with silicone inserts gave you a modest but convincing bust. Then came the tight black cocktail dress, thigh-high stockings, and her strappy heels.

You admired yourself in the full-length mirror for a long time. The person staring back was no longer a husband sneaking around. You were a horny twink slut, smooth, feminine, and desperate to be used.

You filmed a new introduction video for your fans. “ButtonClittySissy is going out again. This time I’m dressing even sluttier. Wish your eager little twink luck.”

The drive to the same gay bar felt electric. You kept the dress hiked up while driving so the plug in your ass rubbed with every movement. Several men catcalled you as you walked from the parking lot. The attention made your caged clitty leak steadily into the thong.

Inside the bar, the energy was even stronger than last time. Men noticed you immediately. You ordered a fruity cocktail in your practiced higher voice and let yourself be pulled onto the dance floor within minutes. Strong hands roamed over your smooth thighs and ass as you ground back against them, feeling their hardening cocks press against you through their pants.

One dominant bear of a man in his forties pulled you into a dark corner. “You’re new here, princess. What’s a pretty little twink like you looking for tonight?”

“Use me,” you whispered shamelessly. “I’m just a locked up sissy slut who needs cock.”

He grinned and pushed you to your knees right there. You sucked him eagerly in the shadows, lipstick smearing across his thick shaft while other men watched and stroked themselves. He face-fucked you until he unloaded down your throat, then passed you to his friend. You serviced four different cocks that night, swallowing load after load while your own clitty dripped uselessly in its cage.

Before leaving, a group took you into the bathroom. They bent you over the sink, lifted your dress, and took turns fucking your plugged ass. The feeling of real cock stretching you while your cage swung helplessly sent you into a hands-free ruined orgasm, thin sissy cum dribbling down your smooth thighs. They filmed it on your phone for your fans, making you moan your sissy name the entire time.

You drove home leaking cum from your used hole, dress wrinkled, makeup ruined. The video you posted that night got thousands of views and comments calling you the perfect eager twink slut.

The devolution accelerated rapidly after that.

You started going out two or three nights a week whenever Tawny was busy or asleep early. You bought more of her clothes — shorter dresses, tighter skirts, crop tops that showed your smooth midriff. You practiced makeup looks for different aesthetics: innocent twink, party slut, desperate bottom. Your online following exploded. Fans sent you gifts — more plugs, lingerie, even hormones they encouraged you to start micro-dosing.

You began micro-dosing estrogen in secret. Within weeks your skin became softer, your nipples more sensitive, and your already tiny clitty shrank even further. The changes made you hornier than ever. You started wearing butt plugs during the day under your masculine clothes, riding the prostate stimulation while working.

One night you went to a different, seedier gay club known for darkroom play. You wore a tiny silver dress that barely covered your ass and no panties. Within an hour you were in the darkroom on all fours, taking cock after cock in your mouth and ass. Anonymous hands groped your budding tits and stroked your shrunken clitty while you moaned like a whore. You lost count of how many loads you swallowed and how many filled your ass. You filmed the entire thing on a hidden camera and posted an edited version that made your fans go wild.

Your real life with Tawny became a careful performance. You remained the attentive husband during the day, but at night you transformed into ButtonClittySissy — a smooth, eager, cock-hungry twink slut. You started hooking up with regulars at the bars. One dominant daddy took a particular liking to you and began training you further — teaching you how to deepthroat larger cocks, how to ride dick like a proper bottom, and how to beg for cum in the sluttiest ways possible.

You filmed private sessions with him in hotel rooms while Tawny was away. In one particularly intense video he fucked you senseless for over an hour, making you repeat “I’m a locked twink slut whose only purpose is to take cock” while he pounded your prostate. You came hands-free multiple times, your shrunken clitty dribbling pathetically as he filled you with load after load.

The estrogen and constant sexual activity continued to feminize you. Your ass grew rounder, your waist narrower, and your voice softer even when you weren’t performing. Tawny commented on how smooth and soft you felt when she touched you, but she never suspected the truth. You hid the budding breasts with compression tops and loose shirts, but in private you loved playing with your sensitive nipples while riding dildos.

Your online persona evolved with you. You started a OnlyFans where you posted daily content — twerking in tiny thongs, riding progressively larger dildos, and eventually taking real cock on camera. The money rolled in, which you used to buy even sluttier outfits and more hormones.

One memorable night you attended a private twink party at a wealthy older man’s mansion. You wore a sheer white babydoll outfit with nothing underneath except your cage and a heart-shaped butt plug. Dozens of men used you throughout the night. You were passed around like a party favor — fucked on couches, bent over tables, and made to service groups while everyone watched. You came multiple times hands-free, your tiny clitty spurting weakly while real cocks stretched and filled you.

By the end of the night you were a cum-covered, blissed-out mess. You filmed a final goodbye video for your fans while covered in load after load, smiling dreamily at the camera.

“This is what I am now. A horny twink slut who lives for cock.”

You continued balancing the double life with increasing skill. During the day you were Tawny’s normal husband. At night you were a cock-addicted, estrogen-softened, smooth twink whore who craved being used, filmed, and degraded. The secrecy only made it hotter.

You knew it couldn’t last forever, but for now you surrendered completely to the devolution, letting yourself become the eager, insatiable twink slut you had always secretly wanted to be.