catboy

You had a new purpose ✨

"We can begin. Release the specimen."

Something cold and wet glides between my sensitive folds - the speculum they used for the initial examination was removed for the experiment itself, but the sensation of being stretched quickly comes back when something slimy swirls around my hole and easily slips inside.

I don't see between my legs through the sheet that was put over them but the ultrasound image and the endo camera feed on the screen let me know exactly what is happening. This "specimen", a living, moving mass is making its way through my pussy, expanding and contracting on its way deeper. I gasp from the stretching sensation and the skin of my stomach mirrors its movements, bulging under the probe the researcher is pressing down on a little too hard.

"We have a visual."

A dark, rippling mass fills the screen, leaving the cervix visible just barely enough, but from the overwhelming pressure alone I know exactly what's going to happen. The tentacle changes shape into a pointed, needle-like tip and without any warning strikes the entrance of my uterus. I cry out and feel my eyes burn.

"Secretion of analgesic pre-seminal fluids. Hormonal and physical stimulation of the test subject began."

The excrutiating pain and pressure of having my cervix stretched quickly dissolves into feeling of pleasant warmth. The tentacle inside me starts moving again, slowly and rythmically filling my pussy and womb with whatever aphrodisiac it produces to make its victim all relaxed and docile. Mere seconds later my entire body is tingling in hot static and when more tendrils start lapping at my clit now covered in the creature's fluids, my legs cramp and I let out the most obscene moan I would be ashamed of in any other situation.

"Orgasm confirmed," the ultrasound tech presses down even harder in attempt to keep my pelvis in place, but the only thing I feel is my pussy and the entire lower half contracting in synch with the frantic ECG monitor I am hooked up to.

"Cervix dilation?"

"Sufficient. Egg deposition begins. Readjust the camera."

My vision is blurry and mind pleasantly unfocused from whatever hormones the creature pumped my system full of, but I'm aware enough to give the screen a passing look. The tentacle is semi-translucent now, buried and anchored long past my cervix, somewhere in my womb. And as the translucent tentacle starts filling with round, marble-like objects, I understand why the experiment called for the subject to be mid-cycle and not on any birth control. I breathe heavily as I watch the creature's eggs slip past my numb cervix, one by one.

All researchers' eyes are glued the screen as they watch the creature breed in real time. This is it, this is the moment they put endless hours of preparations into. A conception of something new, something out of this world. They needed to make sure it will work. And that every moment of it will be recorded and catalogued, so it can be repeated again.

strapping me down to a table, a fucking machine lined up with my boycunt. testing out different speeds and dildo sizes to see how long it takes me to cum depending on the changing variables.

throwing intox into the mix. getting me high and seeing if that makes me more or less sensitive. seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of me while i’m buzzed and running the same test again while i’m fully drunk.

running tests on me while i’m asleep, seeing how long he can eat me out for before i wake up. giving me more melatonin than i usually take one night and testing his hypothesis that i can cum in my sleep under the right circumstances.

administering my t shot and not touching me at all. keeping me blindfolded with my legs spread embarrassingly wide, just seeing how long it takes me post-injection to get so wet a puddle starts to form on the table.

applying different lotions and whatnot onto my tdick and seeing how sensitive each one can make me before i start to cry from the overwhelming sensations.

nitrite gloved hands brushing over my dick while he examines my cunt with a speculum. checking to see how it looks before and after getting fucked for hours by the machine. taking photos of it. adding it to his file on me along with his various reports and spreadsheets. reading his findings out loud like i’m not even in the room 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

You know what's wrong?

You having thoughts!

A free will?

I don't think so

These things suck

I know you know I'm right

You'd rather be a mindless happy obedient little pet, isn't that right?

Don't deny it

Just thinking about it makes you smile

It makes you happy to

First and foremost, it’s fucking exhausting. It doesn’t take long for the heaving to drain me of my energy, making me weak and pliant and unable to fight back. It’s preparing me for hours of unlimited use. It’s degrading and embarrassing. They know I’m letting myself be used past the point of comfort or dignity. It feels/looks really good for them and feels really bad for me. It’s truly humiliating how wet, subby, and cockdrunk getting gagged makes me. I go limp and glassy eyed the moment I gag for the first time, and I can literally feel my cunt get hot in response. It makes me feel like such a fucktoy.

Are the noises I’m making from arousal or from agony? Who cares, I’m the dumb, choking, moaning thing they’re using, and my vibrations and sweet sounds only enhance their experience, which is the only one that matters. It doesn’t matter if my other holes are sufficiently aroused or prepped, because my mouth just lubricated them and made them hard, and they’re ready to take me however they want. In this way, my mouth can be weaponized against my other holes.

I look prettiest when I’m crying (and don’t even get me started on the deep humiliation from forced eye contact). Keep at it for long enough, and I’ll also be drooling, sniffling, and dripping cum. They can make me such a mess so quickly.

I can tell when they’re gagging me on purpose, aroused by the mere sight of my suffering, or greedily willing to torment me for some extra pleasure on their part. It transforms an oral act into a full-body one. My entire body heaves uncontrollably and obediently to the rhythm of their thrusting. My stomach muscles will ache like I’ve been cumming for hours, even if i never get to. I’m sick to my stomach, as though I’ve been guzzling their cum. It trains me to associate all these unpleasant sensations with arousal

I love being forced to endure a sometimes bad or overwhelming taste and pretend I like it. Getting flooded with cum unexpectedly and choking on it, having it come out my nose and coat my throat. Being forced to swallow and getting mockingly praised and degraded for doing so. Being unable to escape the lingering taste for hours or days.

I get gender euphoria from being degraded for being a cocksucking faggot. And from men assuming that I’ll suck them off in the bathroom, or nudging me towards a specific stall because they see my effeminate ass and automatically think I’m there to service the glory hole.

The feeling of them laying their hand over my throat to feel it fill with their cock and spasm is unparallel 😵‍💫 Don’t even get me started on getting my hair pulled. Getting pinned against a wall. Getting forced to my knees so hard that they’re bruised and chaffed. Getting choked. Getting Eiffel towered. Getting gang fucked. Being a desk pet. Getting my mouth held open, even inspected, being forced to stick my tongue out. Making a stupid porny expression for them while they cum all over my face.

Oh, and I love sucking them off no matter what they got. I get off on the voyeurism and sadism inherent in sucking strap. Being porn for them. Giving them gender euphoria and a power trip. Or having to really bury myself in their bush to suck their tdick hard. Getting humiliated for having a smaller tdick that isn’t worth sucking. Being forced to grind my stupid tdick on their boot because I’m not worthy of them actually touching me.

Then there’s the selfishness of using only my mouth, deliberately ignoring the 2 other holes that I can reach orgasm with. For being a “true slut” for wanting to do an act that doesn’t involve my pleasure directly. And when begging for it wasn’t good enough, so I now have to suck them off super enthusiastically to express how badly I need it in my cunt/ass, and then getting degraded for how eager I am.

My ability to speak, and therefore safeword, being taken away. Being shut up with oral, especially when I’ve been bratting out. My ability to breathe being a privilege. My pathetic attempts at talking or breathing just bringing them more pleasure.

"No thoughts, no worries, no choices."

Why bother thinking when being told what to think feels so much better? Why worry when you have no mind? Why choose when you're much better off as an obedient toy?

Insult me with degrading terms by anon ask (anything but sexism, racism etc) and I must make a post saying these things about myself.

Example: You say: ‘You are a dumb bimbo.’ I have to post: ‘I am a dumb bimbo.’

If I am unwilling to repeat any of your degradations, you can send an anon ask how I will have to change the rules of the game. For example you can order me to say ‘I accept that’ instead, or make me post everything with pictures, or whatever you have in mind so I learn I should just accept what you tell me I am. I will decide when this game is over at random, unless change that part of the rules.

She blinked into awareness, looking up at her master. "Mmmh... Cunt is feeling..." she needed a moment to find the right word, especially since a wave of arousal ran over her after she started speaking. "Good... fuzzy."

He grinned deviously at her words. She couldn't quite understand why, she didn't say anything out of the ordinary. She normally reports feeling like this after waking up from trance.

"Why are you looking at Cunt like that?" She was so horny.

"Oh, nothing," he lied, smirk not faltering, "it's just good to see you being such a good toy. Do you remember what we just did?"

She tried to recall her trance, but found she had no clear memories. "Cunt doesn't..." another wave of arousal crashed down on her, this time forcing a small moan out of her, before she continued, "d-doesn't remember... Did you give Cunt any triggers or anything?"

"Aw how silly..." he cooed. "Do you even remember your own name?"

"Yes, I do!" she responded, in an almost bragging tone. "Cunt's name is Cunt," she declared, confidently. "You're gonna have to try harder than that."

"Well, if you're so smart, explain to me what you are doing."

She looked and down. "Cunt is rubbing... its cunt..." She had been for a while now and didn't realize. But she didn't stop now. It felt too good.

"And why?"

"Because... Cunt is wet and horny..." Her confidence from before dissolved into mindlessly horny bliss as she kept rubbing.