Fucked for life.

You wake up unsure of what time it is, hungrier than you've ever been, hornier than you ever imagined possible, and so hot you could fry an egg on your forehead. Though you had a different breakfast in mind.

Your ass is feeling even hungrier than your throat was, and you are 99.99% sure that if you devour at least twice as many thick tube steaks with your craving cunt as you did with your thirsty throat, then you will go back to being at least 1% beta boi. Give or take a percent. Besides, if your throat felt so much blissier and besterest getting filled with a hard cock compared to your soft, supple hands, then imagine how much better your sissy cunt will feel?

You have to wait what feels like eons? Centuries? Millinnea? But finally, another fat fuck stick slides through the food slot to feed you. You don't have milisecond thought. You back up onto the huge, hard prick and it slides in effortlessly, your ass somehow producing it's own lube. It stretches you naturally, like nothing could feel more right, more just. It fills you magically, like a fist in a glove, like you can pulse inside you. Like his heart is beating inside your ass, pumping cum through every vein.

Even though you are 0.001% certain you are least 0.00001% straight and you hate pigs with every fiber of your being, you can't help but fall in love with the guard as you sissygasm all over his porker. You have never felt happier, flooded with an ocean of melty brain bliss and thick cum. You just hope another true love slip's his nasty, veiny cock through so you can stay stoned and stupid and slutty even longer. You squeal with piggish glee when a new beau slams his pig prick up your fuck slot. "SqeeEEEEEEE!"

On the other side of the wall, two guards laugh as they watch you fuck the rookie like it was your wedding night. "Sheeeyit! Didn't I tell you boys, now didn't I say that sissy wouldn't last no damn night in that hole with out rubbing her ass on the food slot? This here bimboi only lasted an hour and a half." The other guards grumble as they hand him $20 each. He smiles as he realizes that would pay for 8 whole turns in your sissy throat or four times in your cunt. Not that he'll ever have to pay. No the captain of the guard collects the toll for your sissy hole, and he expects to make a pretty penny from you.

"Heh. Hope this isn't your first time with a sissy, rook. If you end up catching the bimbug, you'll end up in the hole and we'll disappear your records just like this slut. You might last longer than her, but with nothing to do but focus on your sissy urges, everyone breaks before long. Heh, but I'm sure you don't have to worry about that." He laughs, but it doesn't sound like he's joking. You don't hear him anyway through the heavy steel door and the sounds of your own mindless moaning.

You'll never know when one day ends and the next begins. You'll survive on bread, water, and cum, and wait for brief moments of bliss that break up the endless woeful waiting. Occasionally, the guards will come in your cell and gangbang you on your filthy, flimsy mattress. You will come to think of these times as your Christmas birthdays, but whether they are years or hours apart, you will never know. You will just suck and fuck and wait for your chance to think straight so you can plan your next move. You are trapped in heavenly Hell, from now, until...