Fat Sissy Boi Slut

Casey was a man who didn’t watch his mouth—either the hateful racist and sexist things that came out of it, or all the indulgent extra calories from food and beer that had made his waist expand and his chest grow soft and flabby. Fed up on many levels, his wife decides to punish him by asking her former college boyfriend to help her cuckold her tubby hubby and turn him a feminized fat sissy boi.


Pleased at their success, her African-American lover invites his fraternity brothers over to see what Casey now looks like in too tight and oversexed outfits while he’s urged to bring pleasure to those around him. Casey learns what humiliation is all about—whether it’s focused on his lack of masculinity or how huge his ass has become.


(Warning: This absolutely adults only story of over 10,000 words is so hot, your E-Reader may start to steam. It features Sissy Boi erotic scenes, Feminization, Sissification, Crossdressing, Interracial Sex, Cuckolding, Weight-Gain Humiliation and more! All characters depicted are over twenty-one years of age.)


Excerpt:


Casey put his hand on Tyrell’s thigh. He noticed how his newly painted nails showed up on the man’s dark pants. He realized Tyrell and Lee didn’t intend for him to pass but had dressed him to emphasize the fact he was a just some fat guy in women’s clothing. “Let’s not do this. Can’t we just stay home?”


Tyrell looked at him and smiled. “You want to stay at home and personally empty out the fridge? No problem. You’ll have lots of opportunity to stuff your mouth. Besides, you’ve run out of cheesecake.” Lee laughed cruelly and Tyrell pulled into the parking lot of a place called The Eagle that had rainbow flags fluttering in the wind.


Casey followed them inside, his eyes glued to his new high heels. He was concentrating on not falling over. When he did look up he saw several drag queens checking him out. Apparently they weren’t impressed. Tyrell kept bringing him shots and he slammed them, hoping to drown his sorrows. To his surprise, some of the men would walk by and brush their hands against the roll of fat that was exploding over his skirt top. One pushed his business card into Casey’s hand. “Looks like fat asses are popular this year,” Tyrell laughed.


Casey was feeling the effect of the shots. He wondered where Lee was and looked around and saw she was dancing with a woman who looked enough like her to be her sister. Tyrell pulled him onto the dance floor and to his surprise, Casey started to enjoy himself dancing. By the third song the top button of his skirt was defeated by his growing waistline. At this point rather than feeling shamed, his first reaction was a sense of relief because the skirt had felt so tight. Before he knew it, the lights flashed to indicate the club was about to close and Casey realized how drunk he really was. He had lost count of the shots he kept having, but that was nothing new.


“Did you have a good time?” Tyrell asked when they were back in the Beamer. Casey answered honestly he did. He unbuttoned his skirt and gave a sigh of pleasure as his flab was freed. “You have some time on the way home to show me how much you appreciate tonight,” Tyrell said. It was obvious what he meant.