Cherry🍒

I’d be getting double penetrated by people or fuck machines while I dilated- it’s not like they’d even wait for my inner hole to open up to start using me. Too bad for me that the dilation meds wouldn’t help the rest of my tight holes relax. They’d chat over me about how good I feel, how excited they are for my upgrades. Every time they’d try squeezing into my agonized cervix, they’d get to enjoy me tightening up around them and becoming hysterical with fear. Occasionally they’d stick a speculum inside me and measure the dilation, jabbing it to make me scream.

When my cervix would begin to gape just wide enough, the biggest cocks, gocks, and squirting horsecock straps would start trying to breach me. The first one to bully its way fully through my cervix would feel like a white hot poker. They’d curse and gasp with pleasure, both from the incredible depth and tightness, and my tears. I’d look down in disbelief as the tummy bulge would threaten to punch my diaphragm. Then watch in horror as the massive horsecock dildo slid out of me sickeningly, taking forever and shoveling a hot torrent of cum out of me. only to sink back in, sliding without resistance until their cock takes up what feels like my entire body cavity. Every time my stupid body cums obediently, the horrible spasms rippling through my stretched cervix make my users groan with pleasure. Bottoming out over and over, the feeling so wrong and painful and incredible as they overwhelm my poor little cunt that I can’t even pay attention anymore to how many cocks are filling my ass too. I’d feel the strange burst of heat from their massive loads buried just under my ribs, feeling so deeply owned as though my entire body had been turned into a rape doll. I’ve been violated a million times, but never this deeply and permanently.

So impaled, fuller than I’d ever thought I’d be in my life… The cum breeding my new hole would be so deep that they wouldn’t even leak out. I’d never get to clean anyone’s cum out of me ever again, if they wanted it so. They could just keep filling my guts until I had more cum than blood inside me.

They’d coo with faux sympathy as I’d wail and try thrashing free, reminding me, “Didn’t you say you were a bonus hole boy? Be a good bottom and lie still. We’re just helping you use all your holes, fulfilling your purpose. You can take it. You will take it. Good boy.”

After everyone would have their full, they’d help hold me down while I had fully conscious surgery. I’d demand to know what they were doing to me as I felt cold, rigid things dig into my battered cervix. But deep down, I’d know. On their way out, they’d also surgically install a labia spreader. Of course, I’d also have custom removable hollow butt plugs and mouth gags to keep my other holes spread open and on display.

The cramping as my muscles would try to heal would be debilitating, and my surgeon would recommend constant fucking to avoid loss of hole depth. Dilators would be left inside me whenever I wasn’t being used. I begrudgingly learned to enjoy being able to walk around with a massive vibrator secured to the cervix spreader.