Chapter 7: Named

Carlos awoke to the sound of dull thudding echoing in the room. Looking around the dim room she saw her former right hand man, Jeremy, knocking on the plexiglass door. Hate boiled up within Carlos as he jumped to his feet.

The sudden movement and altered center of gravity nearly caused him to topple over. He wasn't used to such large breasts swinging this way and that, his ass was larger than it had ever been, and he was so much shorter than he thought. Regaining his balance, he had to look up at Jeremy now, whereas before they were roughly the same height.

Carlos stomped over to the door, vaguely aware of how naked his very feminine body was.

"Fuck you!-" Carlos screamed and stopped short as he realized how girly he sounded.

*I'm not a guy anymore* The thought flashed through his mind as his hands raced to his crotch. He only found sensitive folds and a shockingly sensitive nub.

"Hey there girly, you trying to put on a show already? Save it for the paying customers" Jeremy chided, amused at the former-Carlos's attempts to find his non-existent cock.

Carlos fumed and quickly pulled his hands away from his pussy. He made no attempts at covering himself though. He simply didn't feel the need or desire. If anything, the way Jeremy was looking at his body was kinda nice.

"What do you want fuckface!" Carlos spat, redoubling his focus.

"Just wanted to come check out our newest Sucker. It's been a few days and I'd heard your transformation was complete. Might I say, you turned into a fine piece of ass." Jeremy admired, his eyes going up and down Carlos's body. "It strikes me that you don't look quite like a 'Carlos' anymore. Perhaps a new name is in order?"

A shiver ran down Carlos's spine, his name was about all he had left...

"Some of the guys suggested some names: Carla, Carmen, Carry, Cameron, however, I think we should call you 'Cummy'. That's a fun Sucker name, don't you think?" Jeremy said smiling. "Cummy has a nice ring to it, don't you think... Cummy?"

Carlos, or rather, Cummy, felt her face grow hot. A mixture of emotions swirled through her head. She felt helpless, angry, degraded, belittled, all with an undercurrent of arousal. She could feel her body reacting to such degradation by warming and becoming flushed. She could feel her heartbeat in her pussy and nipples. Thoughts were shifting and mutating within: Jeremy is a bastard - What kind of name is Cummy - It's so vulgar... Cum-my - He named me after cum - At least he didn't name me Cum-slut - Cummy is better than Cum-slut or fuckface I guess - Is Cummy actually that bad? - It could have been a lot worse...

Jeremy stood there and watched the new Sucker stand there processing the new name. He had heard Suckers aren't any less intelligent, but just that they have different priorities. That wasn't his experience. He found that if you gave a Sucker something erotic to think about, you'd keep her mind foggy until she orgasmed. And even then, the refractory period on a Sucker was non-existent. So if you kept a Sucker thinking about sex, they functionally became kinda dumb and pliable. Perfect slut-tools for a brothel.

Jeremy really was taken back by how gorgeous Carlos had become. He'd definitely tap that ass before too long.

Cummy felt overwhelmed with emotion and thoughts. She began to cry, standing there, naked, with dry cum flaking off of her supple body. After a moment she turned and fell forward onto the bed, her sobbing growing louder.

Jeremy felt he should go, but man that was a spectacular ass jiggle when she landed. He almost unzipped there and tried to solicit a blowjob. Though he was hesitant, they'd never had a fresh Sucker like this before, he wasn't quite sure when the mental changes solidify.