New life as a bimbo fucktoy

I was ten days past my high school graduation when I got my acceptance letter back. It read:

Congratulations Matt,

You are hereby accepted to the government funded bimbo slutwife program. This is a special program for those wishing to serve the needs of their daddy and forgo the working life. As the sponsor of this program, we will provide whatever hormone program you decide to engage in, if any, though we strongly recommend as a male that you chose this path as it will make you more enticing for potential males. Your profile had already been created and uploaded for daddies to view and will be updated continuously. As a reminder, you must be purchased by a daddy within the next 365 days or you will become a community fucktoy free for use to all citizens.

Once again, congratulations and good luck!

There it was. I could finally begin my dream of never having to work. Honestly, the application process was easier than people made it out to be. You just have to know how to answer the questions. “Have you ever sucked a mans cock, yes.” “Do you enjoy putting things inside your ass, yes.” And so on.

The application was supposed to be there to keep lazy people from getting out of work, but somehow I got past it. Call me whatever you want, but the idea of getting fucked by and blowing some rich guy while I sat around his house all day sounded better than working construction or something like that.

Included was a hormonal order form. I figured I’d best get going because I didn’t exactly look that’ll part. I stand 6 feet tall, and a bit on the heavier side. But as it was they provided accelerated hormone therapy the first week, so it should get me at least kind of in the right direction.

I selected the boxes for body hair removal, and overall height shortening first. Under that box they asked for desired height, I wrote 5’4”. “Might as well do it right” I thought to myself.

I selected breast growth and again it asked for a size, the available boxes were small, medium, large, extra large, and super extra large. I decided to go with large figuring I could always grow them bigger if I had to.

The last box I selected was desire. Supposedly this would get me more in the mood to have sex with men. I figured it could hurt.

I sealed the envelope and sent it away, and the next day my hormone program would arrive on the mail.