The plot THICKENS...

You spend the rest of the day servicing studs and ASSisting your delectable daughter every chance you get. One thing you learn real quick is that men are never more honest than when they think you are powerless. Samantha and you serve as more than ball emptying bimbabes, and the crew unloads more than their spunk down your hungry holes. They let loose with every grudge, every grievance, every gruesome, ghastly bit of **** they wish they could inflict on the ones they feel powerless against. You file each and everyone away in your growing clump of grey matter that isn't lost to constant longing or lust.

It's just before clock out time that you have your next epiphany. The crew prefers to call it 'cock out' time because that's when Samantha and you strip naked and let the line of losers pound your holes as they leave for the day. Once you embrace your inner sissy, you think more clearly...especially when you hit the heights of ecstasy that a hard prick cumming inside your hungry holes brings. You are sucking a load off of Samantha's lips then sucking off a shaft shoved between your flushed faces while another in a countless collection of cocks jackhammering jizz into your cunt, when you get a wicked idea.

"OhMMPH SLURP God! Being a SHLLP SUCK sissy is soooooOOOOOOH MMMPH much better than MMMMM KISS being a AAAAH SLURP stud ever waAAAAAAAH!" Your pervy performance causes the bricklayer that had no issues flooding Samantha with his seed earlier in the day to get a strange look on his face, as if wondering for the first time that he might be getting the short end of the dick. He swells and spurt in your mouths and you continue sucking, watching intently as the burly bricklayer shrinks and shifts and softens into a buxom bimboi.

His former coworkers don't seem curious about what caused his change, or concerned about being infected themselves. They just line around the new 'employee satisfaction ASSistant' and begin filling her hungry holes with cock too. You feel a little guilty for infecting an innocent man to test your little theory, that is until you remember some of the slurs he spit at you and your darling daughter as he plowed you earlier in the day. Besides, despite a look of stunned shock for a second, she now seems completely content with her new role. And you have proven a problem that has perplexed you since you got bitten by the bimbug yourself...how did a man's man like you end up a girly gurl?

You had always assumed that the so called 'stud immunity' was a lifelong thing. Any so called real men that got infected must have been lying about the slew of sissies they bedded, or maybe they used a condom and no one noticed. Instead, it means everyone is susceptible all the time. All it takes is an instant of curiosity, even one planted by the sissy herself, and the straightest stud can be corrupted and changed into a cock craving cutie.

Your plan begins to take form. The former bricklayer and current studlayer had a list of grudges as long as the cocks stuffing him at both ends. You imagine you just made the top of his shit list, but between Samantha and you, it should be a snap to win her over. You can lure her back to your tiny trailer and show her how much nicer sissies are than those mean old studs, then remind her that now she has the perfect way to get back at that long list of assholes she has felt so powerless against for so long.

You smile around the shaft shooting it's seed down your throat, then pull your new co-conspirator cutie into a creamy kiss. It's hard to do math with your brain bobbing along the tides of euphoria crashing down again and again, but you imagine you could have all the key members of the crew tempted, transformed, and turned into your loyal sissy spies within the week. The three Jay's won't know what hit them...not until you lower the boom.