Faith Cascade (NSFW) Patreon Exculsive Story.

Here's something a little more spicy than usual. Story is based on the image above and made in collaboration with Dark Fantasy Press.

Faith Cascade

“I’m sorry to have to tell you,” April sighed as she swept a lock of her dirty blond hair over her ear.  She usually wore it in a tight bun to avoid the annoyance.  

She lifted the teacup off the counter and handed it to Diana, who was sitting on the white couch. Knowing it’s going to be a difficult conversation, she gives Diana a wry smile.

“I swear I didn’t do anything to lead him on.” April sat down in the matching white chair closest to Diana and crossed her trouser-clad legs.  

Diana stared at the floor for a moment.  Her long black hair cascaded around her face.  She finally lifted her head and swept her hair back with her free hand so she could take a sip.  She set the cup down before clenching her eyes shut as she sat back on the couch. 

Her short flared skirt spread on either side of her. “I know you didn’t,” Diana said quietly before exclaiming, “Ah, Fuck!”  

April reached across from her chair and put her hand on Diana’s knee.  “I’m sorry.” 

Diana shook her head. “I’m a fucking idiot!” She bit her lip. “Rachel told me Nate hit on her and I called her a bitch!” She leaned forward again.  She felt sick. “She was trying to do the right thing, and I threw it in her face…..” 

She clutched her belly.  “How many women is he sleeping with that didn’t try to warn me?”  

“Difficult to say,” April sighed. “He’s clearly a sexual predator, so….I’d say a few.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Diana lamented, letting out a long breath. “So, how did it all come about?”

April looked up at the mantle as she began to tell her story.  “You know, how I put the call out for research volunteers last week?  Well, Nate showed up. Like with everyone else, I handed him a questionnaire and took his medical history.  All that seemed to meet the criteria, so I gave him a tour of the lab.”  

“..and that was when he hit on you?” Diana asked, feeling a little guilty that she introduced them in the first place.  

“Yeah. In the mapping room,” April answered.  “We have the emission tunnel and the exam table all set up with the soft restraints so we can stay on—target. He made a joke about the restraints being kinky. Honestly, it’s the same joke almost everyone makes when they see the table.  I just explained that they were necessary to ensure our equipment was focused on the intended portion of the brain for proper mapping.  The technical details are pretty dull, so I just give the elevator pitch, after which most people move on.” 

“But not Nate?” Diana asked with a roll of her eyes. 

April shook her head. “With the wrist cuff still in his hand, he said, ‘Make me part of the study; there would be no reason for Diana to question the time we spent in here.  Why don’t we take turns being strapped down and playing doctor?”  

“Really?”  Diana exclaimed, appalled,

“Not only is he a cheater,” April agreed, “but his lines are fucking awful!”

“That fucking dick,” Diana growls, clutching her cup tight.  “I’m so dumping his ass tonight!  I just wish I could kick him in the balls first!” 

She took a deep breath. “Fuck it!  I’m kicking him in the balls and THEN dumping him!”  

“Wait,” April said plainly as a smile began to stretch across her face.  “People like him should be punished, right? Would you be interested in getting him back?”

Diana’s fury was paused by curiosity. “Y-yes…..?” She said slowly. 

April’s facial expression was a little creepy, but Diana could tell from the smirk on her fact that she was cooking up something good.

“Don’t dump him. Don’t kick him. Don’t let him know that you know.”  April said. 

She paused as if reconsidering something.  “Yes.” She said to herself, “I have something infinitely worse in mind. If he wants endless sex with different people—we’ll give him what he desires….”  

“What are you talking about?”  Diana asked, tilting her head to one side in curiosity.

“My research,” April explained.  “He already signed the consents and a waiver.  I’m going to admit him into the study.” Her smile broadens as she leans in to talk secretly.

“Right…?” Diana replies, leaning in instinctively. 

“The Gama-scan emitter,  we have to be very careful when we use it to map the brain. If used incorrectly or even if it’s tuned slightly out, it can cause brain damage,” April explains.  

“You are not lobotomizing him!”  Diana gasps, not on board with that idea one bit.   

“Oh no, not like that,” April reassured, laughing nervously. “But, if I tune it just right and focus on the right part of the brain at a very specific frequency…..”

Diana listens in closely as she sees the cogs turning in April's mind.

“He will enter a state of mind where we can make simple suggestions.” April continues. “In that state, he will accept anything we say as an absolute, unshakable truth that he will cling to no matter how much contradictory evidence is put in front of him or how much it costs. We call it a “Faith Cascade”. 

“I don’t know,” Diana replies, unsure why that would help teach him a lesson. “What would we even make him believe?”  

“I have a few ideas,” April answers. “In reality, anything we want, but remember, we want him to get what he wants—sex.”  

Diana turned and watched the fire in the fireplace for a few minutes as the two women sat in silence.  Suddenly, her eyes went wide.  “Oh, God! I have the perfect suggestion!”

“You do?” April asks, trying to hold back her excitement.

“Yes!” Diana answers with a sinister grin. “If he wants to be a such whore… we’ll make him a whore….”

The next day….

April pulled the strap tight on Nate’s left wrist.  The rest of him was secured firmly to the table. “Comfy?” She asked.  

“Yeah…” he replied. “I’m surprised you accepted me, April. Did you see something you liked….?” Nate looked up at her and winked.  

April smiled down at him as she trailed her finger from his bound wrist, across his waist and down.  She could feel his cock straining against the denim of his jeans, and he did nothing to hide it.

April turned away. 

“So sure of yourself, Nate?” he said as she cast a glance in the direction of the one-way glass where she knew Diana was sitting and watching. “I’m flattered, but aren’t you already taken?”

“Ah, morals,” Nate laughs as April turns away. “You won’t be thinking about Diana’s feelings when you're screaming out in pleasure.”

Apri ignored him and selected the new head cage that was euphemistically called a net.  It was a steel mesh stretched to match the subject’s face perfectly. 

She put it down over Nate’s head and locked it in place, preventing him from speaking or moving his head at all.  “This will make sure we don’t accidentally fry your brain,” April explained.  

She saw Nate’s eyes boggle. 

“That’s just a joke!” April chuckles in delight. “We are mapping at such a low power that you should be fine. This is so you don’t move and get me all lost! Brains are very complex, y’know.”

Nate smiles through the mesh of the cage. “So if you don’t take too long mapping my brain…maybe I can map your body with my hands?”

Almost allowing her true feelings to show, April brings the scanner down with a little extra mustard sauce. As the large, laser-looking device stops inches from Nate's head with a clatter, April giggles playfully. “Sorry about that…”

“That’s okay,” Nate replied anxiously with a sigh of relief. “Must be all the sexual tension between us, eh? Are you getting all hot under the collar, doc?”

“Nate,” April answers sternly, making Nate smirk. “ I am going to the next room, where I will talk to you through the speakers. I’ll ask you a series of questions, and you just need to think of the answer not say them. Got it?” 

Nate put a thumb up.  “I gotcha, doc. Now, hurry back. I’ll miss the sight of you and those bunnies you’ve got hidden behind that lab coat.”

“Bunnies…?”  April replied as she looked down at herself a went a little red.  “…I’ll….erm, see you on the other side….” 

She opened the door to the darkened control room and stepped inside.  Diana was there, illuminated in the blue-green glow of the monitors with a frown that could curdle milk.  

“He’s unbelievable,” Diana snarked, folding her arms tight. “I can’t believe he’s being so ‘forthright’ with you. Gah, what a jerk!”  

“No shame, has he?” April replied as she approached the control panel. “No wonder he gets so many sexual harassment complaints! Still, I have to admit, he made me blush..” 

“He can be really charming, can’t he?” Diana sighed and lowered her head. “For all his faults, he does have an impressive cock, and he does know how to use it.”

”I’m sure he does….” April chuckled, looking back over her shoulder. “Won’t be much use to him if our plan works, though, will it? Shall we get started?”  

April turned the system on for a standard scan and waited for the signal. 

“Okay, Nate, I’m going to ask you some questions, and you are going to think of the answer. The machine will map the thoughts and help us determine the structure of thought.”  

On the table Nate put his thumb up. April looks at the computer monitor and an area along his motor cortex lit up. Tucking hair behind one ear, she makes the adjustments.

“I’ll keep these first ones easy,” April said into the intercom as she flipped open a binder.  “On a cloudless day, what color is the sky?”  

The computer monitor indicated a pattern on the brain.  

“See that?” April Asked, showing Diana the map of Nate’s rain displayed on her monitor. “That’s consistent with what we read for ‘blue.” 

Diana nods, faining interest. “Cool, April. Don’t stop…”

Refocusing on Nate, April asked, “What color is grass?”

The screen highlighted another pattern. April wanted to nerd out about the results being shown. Still, she knew Diana probably wasn’t as interested as she was, so she continued.

“Is ice hot or cold? Is night bright or dark? Sugar is bitter, true or false?  What is larger, a mouse or an elephant?….”  April continued on through several pages while the computer recorded each result. 

After she had gone through half the binder, she shot a single sinister glance to Diana and clicked an icon on her screen. 

The scanner changed pitch slightly, and a warning box appeared on the screen. April clicked it away without hesitation and leaned into the microphone.

“Following Diana’s advice is the key to your eventual happiness,” Apirls says slowly into the microphone with purpose. The instrument panel started to glow an ominous red color, warning about the potential danger.

WARNING: FAITH CASCADE DETECTED!

April looked back over her shoulder for Diana’s support as the warnings continued to blare out.  

Diana chuckled and nodded in approval.  

April clicked another icon and the machine pitch returned to normal while the screen indicated that the session logs were being deleted. She then looked at the camera footage of Nate to check.

“Nate, we had a calibration adjustment,” She explained to him. “We will start again in a moment. Sorry about that.”

Nate didn’t instantly reply like he had done previously. This had April worried for a moment, but then she saw him hold up his thumb.  

That evening…

“How was April’s study?” Diana innocently asked as Nate came into the apartment.  

“Dull!” Nate replied, holding his head like he was in pain. “She just strapped me to a table and asked a bunch of questions while her machine picked my brain.” 

Nate hung up his jacket and vaulted over the couch, landing next to Diana with a thump. He put his hand on her thigh, stared into her eyes, and licked his lips. “I couldn’t wait to get home to you, Apirl’s a real… bore.””  

Diana looked down at his large hand making its way up her inner thigh “Horny, Nate?” She asked.  

Nate reached over with his right hand and cupped Diana’s beast. “Oh, you know it. I can’t resist you when you wear that low-cut top.”  

Diana grabbed his wrist gently and moved it away.  “Sex is better when you’re horny, isn’t it?” April said confidently, knowing what suggestion April put into Nate’s brain during the faith cascade.

Nate slid his hand further up her thigh. She could feel his finger against her labia.  “Oh yeah,” he smirked, enjoying her reaction to his finger.

“S-so….” Diana said awkwardly, desperate for him not to touch her but knowing it was all part of the plan. “You should lean into that. If it's good when you’re horny, you should see what it’s like when you’re REALLY horny!”  

“I should…” Nate agreed with an almost vacant expression.  

“You should avoid cumming for a week,”  Diana said flatly, looking directly at his glazed-over eyes. 

“Oh wow,” Nate replied seconds later like he was on a short delay. “ you think I should, Diana? You are my happiness, after all.”

Nate’s odd behavior had Diana thrilled! Her confidence grew leaps and bounds!

“In fact, you should wear a chastity cage to keep your cock from getting hard.”  She added as she crossed her legs tight. “I bought you one. It’s in the bathroom. You should put it on and bring me the key.”  

Nate sighed, and his disappointment was visible. However, he did what he was told. He then got to his feet and trudged slowly to the bathroom. 

Diana knew she had him. She could barely contain herself. All those nights she waited for him in worry, only for him to say he worked overnight, now seems like a distant memory.

A few minutes later, Nate emerged with a sour look on his face. 

“I was already hard,” He mumbles, going bright red. “So, it was almost impossible to bend into the thing! If I had cum, it would have been easier. You think I shouldn’t, so I just had to jam it. It hurts like hell, Diana!”

He awkwardly stepped forward and handed the small key to Diana, who slipped it onto a chain and clipped it around her neck.  

She looked at his jeans and could see the faint outline of the metal rails.  “Looks like it’s pretty cramped in there.” She said.  

“You have no idea,” Nate replied, shifting uncomfortably on the spot.

“You will probability be more comfortable in a skirt,” Diana said simply, pointing at his crotch.

“Skirt?” Nate asked weirdly. “You think I should wear them?”  

“Oh, absolutely!”  Diana replied with a beaming grin.  

“I’ll need to order some,” Nate commented, glazing over once more.   

“You would be surprised how stretchy they can be,” Diana said and got to her feet.  “Let me see if I have anything that might fit you. Take those Jeans off while you wait.” 

She heard a zipper behind her and smiled to herself as she passed into the bedroom.  She took out her phone and pulled up a chat with April.  

Diana: Cucked, caged, and about to be skirted

April: Enjoy your sissy bimbo

Diana: I’m just getting started! 

Diana reached into her closet and pulled out a short skater's skirt that was among the outfits she had already picked up for Nate.  She also grabbed a pair of pink lacy panties and returned to the main room.  

Nate was standing in his white briefs. His cage barely contained him.  

“No,” Diana said and pointed to his crutch. “That just won’t do at all….”  

“What?” Nate asked.  

“For one, this skirt is short, and no one wants to see ugly tightly-whities under a pretty skit.”

“Funny, but I’m a dude!” Nate replied and bashfully covered the cage with his hands.  

Confused for a moment, Diana soon realized that she hadn’t worded it as advice.  

“I just think you should wear the appropriate underwear,” She said and helded up the panties. “Guy clothes, get guy underwear. Girly clothes should go with girly underwear.”

Nate’s expression glazed over once more. “If you think so,” he answered after a short delay.

A few moments later, Nate was standing in their living room caged, wearing pretty pink panties under his black skater’s skirt. Diana was stunned to see just how effeminate Nate actually was—not being the biggest of men.

“Almost right,” Diana mused in thought.  

“Now what?” Nate moaned. “I hate this!”  

“As you should,” Diana replied with a smirk. “You should always remember that you are a man inside, no matter how girly you get.”  

“Yes!” Nate replied with delay. “Just cause I’m in panties and a skirt, I’m still Nate!”  

“Hmm,” Diana pondered.  “You almost look very pretty and feminine in your skirt and panties, Nate. I think you should pick a girly name to match.”  

Nate’s eyes went wide.  He had just affirmed that he was still a man and that he should hate being girly, but he also knew that Diana was right. As much conflict as Nate felt, he knew that her advice would make him happiest. 

He couldn’t seem to get enough air as he replied, “W-what n-name?”

“Don’t know,” Diana giggled. “You should think about it while you shave your legs.”  

“I wasn’t….” Nate began.

”You would look better in your pretty skirt with bare legs. You should shave them every day.”  Diana interrupted.  

Nate’s shoulders slumped.  He stalked off to the bathroom, where Diana had conveniently left all the supplies he would need for him.  

While Nate wrestled with the razor, Diana called through the door. “You should do your whole body and face, too!” While she opened up her laptop and began writing him a personal add. 

When she reached the bottom, she called into the bathroom.  “Picked a name yet?”  

“What about…. Natalie?” Nate replied through the closed door.

Having filled out the personal ad for him with that name, Diana looked up from her laptop.

“You should always go by Natalie!” Diana replied cheerily. “Oh, and tell people you prefer she/her.”

Having not heard Nate for a moment, Diana stood up and walked to the bathroom door.

“Here,” Diana said as she barged into the room. 

Natalie was shaving her chest, and Diana instantly focused on her cock cage that had nothing but bare skin around it. 

She set out two massive silicone breast forms with adhesives and a black bra that she’d placed in the bathroom cupboard earlier on. 

“Once you finish, you should use the bra to figure out where these breast forms should sit and then glue them on.  When we go out tonight, you would look pretty silly in a skirt without tits.” 

She then set a glittery crop top next to it.  “You should show off your abs.” 

Then she opened her makeup bag.  “After you are dressed, you better let me show you how to do your face. I think you’d look so pretty if you always wore makeup.”  

“Okay,” Natalie said, defeated. “But I don’t want to go out like this.”

”You’re caged, Natalie!” Diana laughed. “That means skirts and everything that comes with it. You should get used to being seen as a girl. Even though you should always hate it.” 

Diana enjoyed twisting the knife a little as his face glazed over once again. 

“What about work!?  I can’t teach a class like this!” Natalie exclaimed in a panic.  

“The University has a strict non-discrimination policy that includes gender identity,” Diana answered, having already looked into it. “Tomorrow morning, you should go to administration and register as transgender. You should tell them that you are transitioning, and they won’t be able to fire you.”

Natalie’s eyes went wide. “Being a woman now, that would be good for you, Natalie.” 

She thought she could see a small tear in the corner of Natalie’s eye before she left. Nate’s new and unwanted second-gender identity was born.

That weekend…

Diana walked into Nate’s favorite bar and held the door open for Natalie, formerly Nate, the tough history professor and now the talk of the entire campus. Not a single day has passed since Natatlie’s hatching that Diana hadn’t been asked about it.

Natalie gingerly stepped one foot in front of the other, heel to toe, in her three-inch black heels. At the end of her fishnet, thigh-high stocking-clad legs topped a purple bow on the front that matched the color of the interior of her black mini-skater skirt.

Every quick movement or slight breeze was enough to swish the thin fabric enough to reveal Natalie’s lacy panties encasing her visibly caged cock. Her midriff was bare beneath her shimmery black top. She wore a black and silver dog collar to complete her outfit.  

Her makeup was full glam as Diana had suggested she clean and reapply several times a day to keep it fresh. Glossy red lips, blue to pink eyeshadow, and blush. However, her cheeks were already red with embarrassment as she looked out through her artificial lashes at the gathering of Nate’s old friends from campus, who now came just to see what Natalie had become.

Tonight, for the weekend, Natalie had had her hair done as Diana suggested. A pink bob-cut with black ribbons to match her dog-collar and outfit. Everyone gawked at her, and this was the newest, worst moment of Natalie's life. Still, deep down, she had an unshakable belief that Diana’s advice would pay off in the end, and happiness lay on the other side of this.   

She followed Diana to the bar and tried to smooth her skirt under her ass before sitting on the stool, but it was too short, and her thong-split bare cheeks planted on the wood, pressing her buttplug in deeper. 

Diana has suggested she wear a plug 24/7 to enhance her hornieness. Diana had suggested that  Natalie wear a bigger and bigger one as the week went on.  Now, she felt like she was being split as she rested on the stool.   

Natalie eyed the bottles of Irish Whiskey Nate preferred but ordered the Chardonnay that Diana suggested she drink to ‘keep in character.’ 

Just a few more hours, Natalie thought as the drinks were served, and the week was over. Diana had promised that Natalie would be let out of her cage and have sex that night. Natalie was so incredibly horney to the point it hurt.  

The evening out passed without confrontation, thankfully. However, Natalie saw that her students had now joined the gawkers, who didn’t even pretend not to stare at her over their drinks.   

Ashley, one of Natalies more attractive students, whom Nate had taken to bed a few times came over.  Diana had mentioned a foursome tonight to tease. Maybe Ashley was going to be one of the participants!  Natalie could feel her cock straining to straighten against the harsh steel cage.  

“Professor…uh…Natalie?”  Ashley ventured. “I had almost convinced myself that you were just a predator and a bastard.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a woven cotton blue, pink, and white bracelet.  She took Natalie’s hand and tied it around her wrist. 

“But now I see that you were just trying to model the toxic male stereotype the patriarchy pushed on you. I’m so proud of you and how brave you are being.” She leaned in and kissed Natalie on the cheek.  “Welcome, sister.” 

Ashley smiled brightly, tilted her head, and walked away.  

Natalie watched her go and then looked down at the Trans-flag she now wore on her wrist.  

“That was sweet,” Diana said. “You should never take it off.”  

Natalie looked down no nodded in agreement. She then slowly crossed her legs, trying to hide the excitement that Ashley had caused.

“You should pay our tab,” Diana said.  “It’s almost time!”  

Natalie obediently paid for the drinks and followed Diana out to the car. Much to Natalie’s relief and excitement, Diana started the car and gave her a cheeky smile. Natalie knew that look well from a woman, and tonight was going to be the best climax ever!

Natalie was, however, very surprised when Diana parked on campus rather than back a the apartment. She thought for a moment that Diana might have something naughty planned. Nate had always wanted to have sex out in the open at night.

“Nat,” Diana said and turned to look at her. “I need to ask you something.”

“What?” Natalie replies, all pent up and extremely frustrated.

Diana’s expression was innocent and vulnerable. Nothing like she’d been the last few days and almost guilt-ridden.

“Did you cheat on me?” Diana asked without hesitation

Natalie’s eyes bludge for a second before she blinks and looks away. “N-no…” she answered unconvincingly. “I only have eyes for one woman in my life, and that’s you, Diana.”

“Okay…,” Daina sighed and instantly forced a smile. “You ready for the most intense sexual experience of your life?” Diana asked as she climbed out of the driver’s seat.  

Natalie breathed a long sigh of relief and grinned wide. Finally, the time had come.

Natalie opened her door and had just put her heels on the pavement when Diana came around and clipped a leash to her dog collar.  “You should heel, girl!” Diana suggested.  

Natalie’s heart was racing as she followed at the end of her leash. At the same time, Diana led her down a path through some bushes and into one of the campus's isolated grottos.  She turned to Natalie and held up the key.  “Let’s get you unlocked!”  

Natalie smiled wide as Diana knelt in front of her, and she could feel the cage open, letting her tormented and shriveled manhood free. 

As soon as Natalie was free, the excitement made her cock stand at full mast, and a trickle of precum dribbled out.  She was about to burst. She had never felt so horny! Diana had been right. Natalie’s faith had paid off!  

“You should get on your hands and knees,” Diana said.  “I’ll get your plug out.”  

Natalie had been taking her own plugs out all week; however, there was something sexy about having Diana do it. Natalie eagerly got down and pushed her pantied butt up in the air.  

“Good girl,” Diana giggled playfully.

Diana then clicked a lock onto Natalie’s leash. Then she locked the other side to a garden fence in front of her before moving behind Natalie.  

Natalie stared a the chain in disbelief as she felt Diana pull her thong down her legs and then the sensation of the plug being pulled slowly and gently from her ass.  

“Good, now you're ready. The boys will be here soon.” Diana said.  

“Boys!?” Natalie exclaimed in surprise. “I thought em and you were….?” Natalie became flustered and confused. “I’m not fucking boys!” 

“Of course not!” Diana laughed, sliding a single finger over his virgin boy pussy to lube him. “Girls, don’t fuck boys…. they get fucked by boys!”  

“I’m not a girl!” Natalie protested and flinched.

“Are you not?” Diana countered. “You should look at how you’re dressed. How you’re on your hands and knees. How you’ve spent this week and the paperwork you have done for work and recognize that you are a girl.”

Natalie’s breath quivered as her absolute faith crashed into her sense of identity. Diana dug deeper.  “And since you are a girl, you should let the boys fuck you.  You should always let boys have what they want from you.”  

“Oh God,” Natalie muttered.  “I…I…guess I will.”  

“Good girl,” Diana said. 

“Do I have to be chained up like this?” Natalie asked and tugged at the leash   

“Yes, I don’t want you wandering off,” Diana replied. “We don’t want anyone to be disappointed now, do we?”

“I’m nervous, Diana.” Natalie’s voice cracked.  

“Don’t be.  Once your lovers turn up one by one to break you in, you won’t be nervous anymore.” She smiled and took her wondering finger away from his backside. “Think of it this way, you’ll be equaling your tally. I know you’ve had plenty of female lovers. Now it’s time for plenty of male lovers.

“L-lovers…?” Natalie whimpered.  

“Don’t act defeated, my cute boyfriend. I can see you’re excited.”  Diana pointed to the tented rise in Natalie’s skirt.  

“I can’t….I just….”  Natalie whimpered. “I thought… thought all of this was for…us?” 

“Oh, no,” Natalie smirked. “You should never use that thing of yours for sex again. But don’t worry.  If you relax while they are in your boy-pussy, they may hit that special spot and give you an orgasm, too.”  

“Relax…” Natalie repeated to herself in that same vacant manner.  

They could then hear men’s voices and shuffle in the bushes behind Natalie.  

“I was surprised at how many responded to your personal ad,” Diana said quickly, knowing she needed to rap up.  

“P-personal ad?” Natalie replied anxiously.  

“I posted it at the beginning of the week under casual encounters.” Diana grinned wide and waved. “Here she is boys! Form a line!” She announced.  

Natalie looked over her shoulder and recognized a student Nate had failed last semester at the front of the line, already unzipping his fly.  She gulped but knew she should let the boys have what they wanted.  

As she felt the first thrust of a cock slide into her lubed anus, Diana got down on one knee.  

“Since you told your office you were transitioning, and boys like real pussies more than boy-pussies, you should go through with it and fully transition, hormones voice, face surgery, implants, and bottom surgery.  You should turn yourself into a living love-doll so the boys can have what they always wanted.” She kissed Natalie on the ear.  “Also, since you’re a girl now, you can’t be my boyfriend. I’m keeping the apartment, but Jeff and Stan, who are a few back in line, have a spare room you can have in exchange for daily blow-jobs. You should accept the offer.”  

Natalie just nodded.  She could feel hot cum leaking out of her and barely had time to catch her breath before the next boy pushed into her.  

“One more thing,” Diana said. “You should never forget that deep down you are a man, and you will always hate being a girl and being used by men. You should never let that go, but you should never let that stop you from being the sluttiest little fuck-toy these boys have ever seen. Got that?” She asked.  

Natalie moaned and nodded. To her shame, she could feel her own cock pulsing and felt the spurt as she came from being fucked by a man.

”I’ll leave you with the boys now,” Diana said. “But you know where I live. You should never hesitate to come to me when you need advice.”  She kissed Natalie one last time on her sweating forehead and stood up.  “Boys!” She called.  “Her mouth is free, too!” 

As Dian walked out of the grotto, she could hear a “Gluck, Gluck, Gluck” sound coming from Natalie as she learned what it was to be finger-cuffs.