Just precious...

Oh, baby, just look at my big, sexy titties. They're so fucking big and sexy that the thin fabric of my bra barely can contain them. Yeah, it's my big, sexy assets, men drool over me when they see my big, sexy titties. I love giving a tittyfuck to a big, hard cock, massaging it with my big, precious tits, baby, and being sprayed by sticky, yummy seed over and over.

It's priceless, baby.

Just sexy and slutty, horny me, baby. I just cannot wait to get fucked hard by another big, hard cock, stretching the tight walls of my wet pussy and ravaging me over and over, filling me up with hot, virile seed. So yummy and so hot that I just get lost in pleasure, writhing and cumming like a horny bitch in heat.

Yeah, this is a precious, lovely life.

And to think, some months ago, I was just a pathetic loser, I was. Yeah, it can sound weird, but I was a man, not a sexy one, but just a pathetic freak, a parody of a man. A skinny-fat guy who just lost his time in video games while wasting his time in a dead-end job with a pathetic, puny paycheck.

But that didn’t matter to me as I just found comfort in video games and websites like OnlyFans, which I was subscribed to, watching sexy, slutty gals like the one I am now, baby. With nothing else in mind, jerking off till I’d fall asleep and repeat the same pathetic routine.

So pathetic, right?

Well, that changed one single day when I was just lurking through one of these slutty chicks’ OnlyFans profiles when a weird yet funny ad appeared on my screen.

It said something like, “Embrace a new you,” or whatever the fuck. I was just curious and then I selected that ad. And then, just a flash appeared from my laptop’s screen. It was just like a fraction of a second.

But that was enough to send me into a state of absolute trance. My senses disoriented, my train of thought blurred, my body felt like it wasn’t my own anymore.

There were just sensations that made me think something happened to me, like a stroke or something.

Little did I know that was the beginning of my new life.

I could feel my body reshape. My bones constricting, shrinking, mass dissolving, chest swelling into big, perky proportions, hips expanding, waist shrinking, hair growing long and lustrous. My face reshaped, facial bones shifting into a new being.

All in all, I could feel every fiber of my body reshape in such unexpected and wild ways possible.

I didn’t know how much time I was under that sort of trance, but the thing is that when I finally got out of that trance, I was breathing faster, my heart beating like a drum.

I could feel my body wasn’t the same... it felt... lighter... smoother... and... horny.

I stood from my seat and then I found the long strands of hair obscuring my vision. As I stumbled, I noticed the big, perky set of tits stood proud on my chest.

They were so big, sexy, and sensitive. My nipples prominent, begging to be touched.

I ran my hands through their soft heft and I moaned...sultry moans, definitely feminine.

I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed a stunning female reflected.

It was me...

I was her...

I couldn’t believe it. My face was smooth, sexy, my eyes almond, luscious lips screamed “fuck me.” My lustrous hair was so sexy, enough to catch any single man in my allure. My titties were definitely perky and hot, and so sensitive. And my tight, sexy butt, so big and juicy, would make any single man drool at me and ready to pound me with a big, hard cock.

It was incredible... and so intense.

I wasn’t that pathetic guy anymore. I was a woman, and a hot and horny one.

While I was admiring myself, my mind was filling with foreign images of being such a wild, sexy gal as countless naughty parties with lots and lots of hot studs and me dancing with nothing but slutty clothing, stroking big, hard cocks with reckless abandon, and begging to be fucked and filled by lots of them.

Those memories weren’t mine, but they were so freaking hot to my new body that my pussy was wet and aching.

My body was ready to be touched, to be fucked... to be filled.

Yeah, my body was begging to be filled and used like a horny cumdumpster.

It was such a realization that came out of nowhere.

My dainty hand was busy rubbing my wet, tight slit while my other hand was busy rubbing my nipples, experiencing the feminine pleasure for the first time ever. It was unbelievable that my new body was like a whole map full of pleasure.

Every single part of my body was made for pleasure: my tits, my ass, my pussy. They were so much more pleasurable than my old, pathetic male body.

I filled with more and more wild, slutty memories of being such a horny, slutty gal that I couldn’t hold it anymore and came, really, really hard.

My pussy gushed like a fountain, my body writhed on the floor, my sultry moans filled the room.

It was such an indulgent experience... my first one as a female.

Since that day, nothing was the same for me, baby.

I was completely committed to being a horny cumdumpster, ready to be fucked and filled by lots and lots of hard studs, eager to fuck me with their big, hard cocks.

It’s like a vicious cycle. I cannot stop being a horny, slutty girl.

This body and this need...the pleasure, the cocks, the cum... the hedonism of this horny, slutty life.

And I cannot stop it either, baby. This is what I am for, and I cannot stop.

Maybe it’s this body that reshaped my mind to fit this horny, slutty body, but that doesn’t scare me anymore. I’m this, a horny cumdumpster, and nothing else matters.