Huh?

"Huh?" You blubber, hoping it will miraculously be the right answer again.

Your mother smiles. "Exactly. Back in the third century, Grand Emperor..." you barely feel the syringe enter your neck...

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Everything is blank. You can't see, can't hear. You try to move your arms but you can't. You feel something hard and slick pressed against against your ass...oh no. You're in the dildo desk!

Your VR helmet hums to life. You smell a musk, hear a low haunting hum. Then your Mommy is standing inches from your face. "Sorry, sweety pie, but a man doesn't allow anyone to call him a sissy. You failed. But look on the bright side. You are going to get a crash course in learning how to be a sissy!"

Brad's face is now inches from yours, you look down and see he is naked. His cock thick and huge and drooling for you. "Like what you see, lil bro? I know you always had a crush on my cock. Why not give it just a little taste?" You smell it...can feel it's heat just centimeters from you. Like if you reached out your tongue...

"That's a good gurl." You can feel it on your tongue! It has to be a dildo attached to the helmet, but how does it feel so realistic, and taste so good? You give it a few more curious licks, and you could swear you feel it throb. You know it has to be the **** or VR trickery or the low hypnotic hum fucking with you, but you still wrap your lips around it to see how real it can get....

"We're gonna get along so much better now that you're my little sissy cumdump." You want to protest, but your mouth is full, and he tastes so good, and you think you might be in love with the way he stretches your throat. You stare up into his eyes, see him staring down with gleeful contempt and it somehow feels...right.

"Nomph I'mph amm mammph!" You try to regain a sliver of sanity, but your protests are muffled by rubber cock and a flood of thick, creamy cum. You swallow it to prevent from ****, and because it tastes so dreamy delicious, and suddenly you aren't so worried about thinking or manhood anymore.

"Fuck yeah, brah. The party favor is here!" Suddenly Slade is in front of you, naked except for his letter jacket. You look around and see his football cronies, naked save for their pads. You look down and see you are wearing a cheerleader uniform and everyone is surrounding you. You feel drunk, and horny and humiliated. The public exposure and shameful scrutiny only making you more turned on in a twisted way. You try to understand what is happening, but the low hum gets louder and you see hard cocks dangling in your face...

You lunge from cock to cock, trying to suck off the whole team. You could swear they taste different, even smell different. You wonder how that could be if it's all the same dildo, but then a fat rubber prick starts sliding up your ass and you stop caring about how the illusion works and get lost in how good it feels.

It stretches you so full...sinks so deep...like nothing you ever dreamed of...nerve endings you never knew existed popping and blowing like overloaded fuses. An electrical fire sending white hot bliss coursing through your nervous system, pumping searing euphoria through your veins, corroding any thoughts of manhood or even personhood. You are barely a fantasy. The slutty cheerleader in a gangbang porno. You are only the sensation of the hard cocks sawing in and out of you and the savage sissygasms tearing you to blank blissful bits...

"I always said you were a sissy." Now Daddy is lifting you on his lap. He looks so large...like a giant...like a god...or maybe you are just smaller. Just his good lil' sissy daughter, sliding down his Daddy dick and cooing and burbling like the dumb baby Bitch you are.

You can't think...and you don't want to. All that's left to think about is shame, regret, and failure. Better to go blank. Better to do. Better to suck and fuck and explode over and over until there's nothing left. Let Daddy dick fill you up so full there's nothing left but a hollow shell. Become a living cock-sleeve, cumdump for Daddy. You drool and burble and everything is beautiful...

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"I'm sorry, my sweet lil' fuck doll. The crash course doesn't leave a lot of pieces left. But Mommy promises to take good care of her doll when she wakes up...in a day or two..."

You can't hear your Mommy's apologies. It's just as well...you wouldn't remember them anyway when you wake up...