Losing yourself

Time passes in a haze as the two men use your new body, helping you to discover a cornucopia of new sensations and emotions in the process. Your broken mind is so far gone that you have given up any pretense of resisting, instead becoming an active participant, bouncing, riding and sucking like a needy whore. When Lump offers you a dubious looking drink from a greasy plastic bottle, you don't hesitate to gulp it down, so parched you are **** for anything. From there your haze only deepens and your world becomes a blur. You barely register unlocking your phone for the men, or being hastily dressed in your oversized jeans and a filthy shirt before being marched out of the park.

Fortunately for you, you are too out of it to notice the stares as you walk the streets with the pair of dishevelled men, the disgusted looks you attract from passers by going unnoticed as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other. When you arrive at a seedy looking motel you are vaguely aware that the man at reception is ogling you, his eyes hungrily roaming over your body and you playfully blow him a kiss in response.

Soon the three of you are inside a motel room and while it is dark and grimy, it is a significant upgrade on the makeshift camp you just left. Lump helps you shower, mostly by holding you upright under the water to keep you on your feet. Of course to keep his clothes dry he has to take them off and in the process of helping you, his massive cock rises again. By now you know what to do and the act comes easily, naturally even. You do your best to swallow down his load but your attempt is futile and you end up wearing much of it across your chin and chest.

By the time Lump is satisfied and you washed yourself off again, the other man returns in an excited state. Seeing your beautiful, young naked body, he grins at you and tosses you a plastic bag which somehow you manage to catch.

"Present for ya darlin." He chuckles before convening with Lump to discuss some of the other things he had procured while away.

Curious and somewhat excited yourself, you rummage through the bag to discover clothes. Girly clothes... in fact, extremely slutty clothes. You inspect each piece dubiously - a sheer black top that looks more like lingere than something women actually wear in public. A scandalously short faux leather skirt and finally, an impossibly tiny g-string which, as you turn it over in your hands your muddled mind struggles to conceive how you might possibly put on.

The men are deep in conversation, fiddling with something so you do your best to dress - you have nothing else except those dirty old jeans which don't fit properly anyway. As you slip into the garments you are surprised by how nice they feel against your skin, and by the time you are dressed you are keen to show off for the guys.

Disappointingly they are busy, smoking something through a glass tube. Your attempt to get their attention is at first met with an annoyed grunt, but after a moment Lump turns, then slaps his friend on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Oh my... well ain't you pretty..." he says as he rises and closes the distance between you. "Such a good girl, aren't you?".

Before you know what's happening, the vagrant takes a deep drag of whatever he is smoking and exhales it right in your face.

"There ya go sweetheart..." he says with a grin as your vision spirals and blurs. You fall back onto the bed as your world starts to spin, and you hear yourself giggling from somewhere distant as you stare up into the dull, grimy ceiling light.

When you finally rise uncertainly to your feet you are not quite sure how long has passed, but the men are back to smoking and ignoring you. This time your attempted interruption is met with a much harsher response, the vagrant hissing to Lump with a nod, "Get her out of here for a bit would ya? She's givin me a headache."

He turns to you as Lump rises and pushes you towards the door. "Get out there and make yourself useful why don't cha?" he snarls, shaking a phone, your phone at you. "This ain't gonna last forever so if ya don't want to end up back in the park, go out and earn some more cash."

Lump pushes you out into the night, slamming the door shut behind you so loudly it causes you to jump and retreat a few steps away. Suddenly you are all alone in the motel parking lot, the warm night air kissing your skin, the concrete paving cool against your bare feet. Confused you look about, wondering what they meant exactly about earning money, and how you might earn your way back into the comfort of the hired room.

Unbeknownst to you, dressed as you are, freshly showered and bare foot, you are in far more danger out here alone than you ever were with those two bums. As you take a few tentative steps into the night a question floats on the breeze...