Welcome to the working week.

You found work to be a welcome respite from Dirk's cruelty and the shameful realization that you are hooked on it. So much easier to wear an almost non-existant red rubber dress and take **** and lotions that made you look, feel, and think like a bubble brain bimbo bitch.

You worked at your dad's store The Candy Haus. Adult novelty treats in front, sissy and stud enhancing **** in back. You upsell the customers up front, many buying gummy dicks or cock lollies just to watch you devour them with your new improved gag reflex free throat, or slide them up your new ultra sensitive ass and tell them you're saving it for dessert. Dirk is pleased that you've increased retail sales by 700% by the end of the first week. He rewards you every night by giving you antidotes and fucking you raw like the fag boi you are.

Where you really make your mark is on the back room customers. The ones who can afford the insanely expensive "candy" and your job is to act as test subject and willing fuck doll. Most want to try out a Viagrra so they can cum in you over and over while you take some pill that makes you more sensitive or lactate or get off on pain or humiliation or whatever their kink is. You occasionally turn some wannabe studs with a fat wallet that see how much more fun you're having getting fucked compared to they have fucking you and selling them a years supply of the same candies that turned you into a buxom bimbo.

In either case, the heady, hazy highs are merely a diversion. They feel so much better than your brutal fucks with Dirk, but they don't feel REAL. They don't feel RAW. And they don't fill you with the soul deep REGRET that you have come to associate with your true addiction. You escape in your work, giddy and guilt free, play acting as a sweet, sticky, shameless sissy slut. But secretly you long for the end of your shift when Dirk feeds you a cocktail that reverts you back to a boi with an effeminate, but unmistakably male form. You live for the horrible, humiliating moments when you suck his thick, veiny cock or take it up your eager ass while stone cold sober, and regretting every sweltering second.

You know that at the end of the week Daddy will return and join Dirk in dragging you deeper in the depths of homo humiliation, and as much as you hate yourself for it, you can help but look forward to it. Your life will just get worse and worse and you will be helpless as you love it more and more. Welcome to the working week, its just the first of many and it will last you the rest of your life...