True Bottom

You sit on the couch in the quiet apartment, the glow of the phone the only light. It is late, well past midnight, and your wife is already asleep in the bedroom down the hall. She had kissed you goodnight earlier, a quick peck on the cheek, murmuring about being tired from her long day at the office. You had nodded, scrolling mindlessly through the feed after another dead-end shift at the warehouse. Three and a half inches on a good day. Average in every way. Straight, married, content. Or so you kept telling yourself.

Then the algorithm struck again.

A suggested post slid into the feed. It was your femboy neighbor. The one whose late-night streaming sessions had kept you and your wife up with muffled moans and rhythmic thumping through the thin walls. In the photo he wore a skimpy pink outfit, long blond hair cascading over one shoulder, makeup flawless, and an unmistakable thick bulge straining against delicate lace panties. The caption read: "Looking for a good boy who wants to bottom for me tonight. Strict but fair domme girlfriend energy. Send proof you're ready to submit."

Your cock twitched hard in your sweatpants. You told yourself it was just curiosity. But the algorithm knew. It had been feeding you femboy content for weeks. You liked the post. You sent a private message with a photo of your modest bulge.

He replied almost instantly. "Good little boy. Be at my door in thirty minutes. Wear something easy to remove. Bring nothing but your submission and that cute tiny dick."

You went. Your wife was asleep. You told yourself it was just one night.

He opened the door in full domme mode. Black leather corset hugging his perky chest, tiny thong barely containing a massive heavy bulge, thigh-high boots. His long hair was tied back, lips glossy, eyes sharp. "On your knees the second you're inside, tiny," he ordered, voice sweet but firm.

You dropped. The heavy warm weight of his thick femboy cock pressed against your cheek through the fabric. It dwarfed you already, far bigger soft than you were hard. The musky scent made your mouth water. You stripped naked and knelt, your three-and-a-half-inch cock standing stiff and leaking. He circled you, smirking. "Aww, look at that adorable little thing. So much smaller than mine. Perfect for a bottom boy like you."

He bent you over, warmed your ass with a flogger and paddle until your cheeks glowed bright red and burned. Then he lubed his massive nine-inch girl-cock and pushed the fat head against your virgin hole. The stretch burned deliciously as inch after thick inch sank inside, stretching your guts wider than anything ever had. When he bottomed out, heavy balls resting against your smaller ones, you felt impossibly full. He fucked you with deep powerful strokes, hammering your prostate until your modest cock flopped and spurted pre-cum everywhere.

You came hands-free, weak spurts shooting onto the floor while he flooded your guts with thick ropes of hot femboy cum. He pulled out, admired the creamy gape, and made you suck him clean, ass-to-mouth, tasting your own ass and his load. Then he locked your spent cock in a snug pink chastity cage, slipped a discreet collar around your neck, and sent you home leaking.

You crept back into bed beside your wife. She stirred but went back to sleep. Your caged clitty throbbed all night.

The algorithm accelerated. Every scroll showed more femboy content, more cuckold captions, more sissy hypno. You messaged him constantly, sending proof of your locked clitty, your plugged ass, videos of you riding a dildo while moaning for him.

Your wife noticed first. You were distant, constantly horny, disappearing for "errands." One evening she came home early and caught you in the bathroom adjusting a thick pink plug, chastity cage gleaming between your legs.

"Honey... what the fuck is this?" Her voice held shock but also clear arousal.

You confessed everything. The algorithm. The neighbor. The nights you had slipped out to get your ass wrecked while she slept. The way your little cock leaked every time he used you.

She was quiet, then laughed. Soft at first, then louder. "Our neighbor? The cute femboy next door?" She stepped closer, lifting your chin. "Show me."

You showed her the videos. Your face buried between his cheeks, your hole stretched obscenely around his thick cock, your caged clitty dribbling while you thanked him like a whore. She watched with flushed cheeks, thighs pressing together. "Holy shit. You're actually serious."

That night she did not let you fuck her. She made you eat her soaked pussy while she texted him. "He's coming over tomorrow," she announced as she came hard on your tongue, soaking your face. "You're going to watch. And then we'll see what kind of husband I really have."

He arrived the next evening looking irresistible. Short plaid skirt, thigh-high socks, cropped top showing smooth skin. Your wife greeted him with a flirty hug that lingered, her hands sliding down to squeeze his ass. You knelt in the living room wearing nothing but the pink chastity cage and a sheer babydoll nightie.

"Well, well," he purred, patting your head. "Look at the happy couple. Your wife is going to love this."

She pulled him into a deep kiss right in front of you. Tongues danced wetly. Her hands roamed his body while his thick bulge pressed against her thigh. You watched, locked cock straining painfully, a steady drip of pre-cum falling onto the floor.

They moved to the couch. She sat back and spread her legs. "On your knees, princess. Get me ready for him."

You crawled between her thighs, licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy while he lifted his skirt. His massive cock sprang free, thick, veiny, and already drooling pre-cum. Your wife moaned as she stroked it, comparing it openly to your caged nub. "God, it's so much bigger. Thicker. Look at this, baby. This is what a real cock looks like."

He smirked down at you. "Be a good girl and lube me up with your mouth while you eat your wife."

You obeyed, stretching your lips wide around his fat head, sucking sloppily and drooling while you fingered and licked her. She came hard on your face, gushing into your mouth while they made out above you.

Then he bent her over the arm of the couch right in front of you. He teased her soaked entrance with the fat head before slamming in deep. Inch after thick inch disappeared into her pussy, stretching her in ways you never could. Your wife’s eyes rolled back. "Fuck... yes... it's so deep... so fucking big!"

He fucked her hard. Powerful strokes that made her tits bounce and her moans fill the apartment. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her with every thrust. She came repeatedly, squirting around his thick shaft while he laughed and called her his new favorite slut. You knelt there, forced to watch every inch sliding in and out of your wife’s stretched cunt.

When he finally came, he buried himself to the balls and pumped her full of thick hot cum. He pulled out slowly, letting the creamy load drip from her gaping pussy. Then he grabbed your head. "Clean up your wife’s creampie, princess. Taste how a real man breeds her."

You buried your tongue deep inside her cum-filled cunt, swallowing his thick load mixed with her juices while your caged clitty leaked helplessly. Your wife stroked your hair, cooing, "Such a good little cuck. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"

The algorithm had rewritten everything. Nights became a constant cycle of filth. He came over almost daily. Sometimes he fucked your wife in your marital bed while you watched from the corner, plugged and caged, stroking nothing. Sometimes he fucked you first, stretching your sissy hole wide and sloppy until you gaped and whimpered, then used your cum-lubed ass to slide even deeper into her.

Your wife embraced it completely. She started calling you princess. She bought you more outfits: maid dresses, schoolgirl skirts, full sissy lingerie. The special pink serum injections came next. She held you while he injected your thigh, cooing encouragement as warmth spread. Your chest swelled into sensitive A-cup breasts that begged to be sucked and pinched. Your hips widened. Your ass plumped into a soft, jiggly heart shape perfect for spanking and fucking. Your voice softened into a higher, breathy pitch. Your clitty shrank until the cage held just a useless leaking button.

One evening they dressed you completely. Pink wig with bouncy curls, heavy makeup, glossy cock-sucking lips, tiara, vibrating plug buried deep in your ass, nipple clamps with jingling bells. Your wife filmed while he fucked you from behind in front of the mirror.

"Look at you, princess," she whispered, zooming in on your face. "My husband is gone. Now I have a pretty little sissy wife and a hung femboy bull. Perfect."

He pounded your ass mercilessly. His thick cock rearranged your insides, slamming your prostate with every thrust while your caged clitty flopped and sprayed weak streams of pre-cum. "Cum for us, princess. Hands-free like the good girl you are."

You shook and moaned in that new feminine voice as your prostate forced out ruined orgasms. He filled your guts with another massive load, then pulled your wife onto his still-hard cock, fucking her right on top of your cum-drooling body. They kissed passionately above you while you licked wherever you could reach, tasting their combined juices.

Time passed in a blur of cum and submission. You quit your job. Your wife’s promotion and his streaming income supported everything. You became the full-time sissy maid and plaything. Mornings started with you waking them both with your tongue, alternating between licking her pussy and worshipping his cock and balls. Days were spent cleaning in frilly uniforms, plugged and caged, edging yourself to videos of them fucking. Evenings were for serving.

They went on dates, leaving you at home in full chastity with a camera rolling so they could watch you squirm and leak later. Sometimes they brought you along dressed as a girl, sitting quietly while they flirted and touched in public. The risk of exposure made your clitty drip constantly.

One night they took it further. He invited friends. Other cute femboys and dommes used you in the living room while your wife watched and touched herself. They passed you around, fucking your throat and ass in every position, covering your face and body in load after load of hot cum. You thanked each one while your wife cheered. "That’s my princess. Such a good cumdump."

Afterward she rode his cock on the couch while you cleaned the guests’ mess from the floor. She looked at you with pure love and lust. "I never knew how hot this could be. Thank you for following the algorithm, baby. You’re so much happier like this."

You were. The old average husband was gone. In his place was a soft, feminized, utterly submissive princess whose only purpose was to serve, leak, and worship. Your body had changed. Your mind had changed. The algorithm had shown you the truth.

He eventually moved in. The three of you shared the apartment. Nights were a sweaty tangle of bodies. His thick cock stretching either your wife’s pussy or your sissy hole while the other assisted or watched. Mornings were lazy blowjobs and creampie cleanups. Weekends were intense training sessions. Walking in heels, practicing curtsies, reciting mantras while plugged and leaking. "My clitty is useless. My holes exist for real cock. I’m a pretty princess cumdump for my wife and her bull."

Your wife eventually got pregnant with his child. You celebrated by serving drinks at a small party in a frilly maid outfit, belly already showing subtle changes from the hormones. Guests congratulated the couple while you beamed, plugged and dripping, happier than you had ever been.

The algorithm had won completely. You scrolled through old photos sometimes, the plain husband beside his wife, and felt nothing but amusement. That person no longer existed. In his place was a pretty sissy cuck who lived for the heavy slap of a superior cock and the loving dominance of your wife.

One quiet evening, as he fucked your wife senseless in the master bedroom and you knelt at the foot of the bed licking his swinging balls, the algorithm sent one final notification. A new suggested post.

You smiled, glossy lips parting, and clicked follow.

There was always more to discover. More to submit to. More ways to fall.

And you could not wait.