1 comments/ 15014 views/ 14 favorites Cum Dumpster Finds Her Way Pt. 01 By: DoxyTrainer I know that there are many of these story lines running open-ended at the moment. Be patient, because I am now sure all of these stories happen in the same universe, many at the same time. I fully expect my characters to cross from story to story in the future. I loved writing this fatass cum dumpster just as much as my soulless secretary, and I hope you enjoy her just as much. ********************* Since I was little, the other kids have always called me fat ass, and that's kind of just who I was to them. I've never had an awkward phase, unless you count the entire time since birth. Starting school a year late, and always being bigger than everyone else, I got told all the jokes. Like how round is a shape too, and it must be nice not to be able to drop things, because they go straight into orbit. Things like that hurt, and I try to laugh it off, but back then nothing stung quite like having no one know my real name. When I want something, I've got to just have it. That's just who I am. So I eat, and I like it. I eat when I feel good, I eat when I feel bad. I also like to masturbate like a crazy bitch. Since I got my first apartment alone, if I wasn't eating, I had my fist in my pussy rubbing a hot wet one out. These are my two favorite things. I hadn't been with many boys, and that's what they were, boys. I suppose back then, I wasn't much of a woman either. The last couple of people I fucked were in high school, ten years and over a hundred and fifty pounds ago. The second to the last, was the jock. I liked fucking him, he was hot. He wasn't like the first boy I had sex with, that's for sure. That one was pimply and all thumbs, lasted five minutes. This boy was confident, long dicked and dominant. He knew how to bend my emotions around his little finger, and have me begging for just a little more pain. He let me in on the joke, just as the sex was getting really good. I think he was afraid that he was starting to like sex with a fat girl. I let him fuck me however he pleased, say whatever he felt like, treat me however he cared to, and I couldn't get enough of his cum. He fucked me at home, in his van, and at school behind the cafeteria by the dumpsters. One long weekend, with my Dad pulling double shifts and passed out like the dead, I blew my "boyfriend" so many times, he shot blanks through his last two orgasms. He begged me to stop sucking his cock at that point, so he let me suck his balls and tongue his ass. I would have done anything for him. In my head, when I close my eyes, I'm back in his van parked behind the cafeteria. This was a special occasion, he said. I want to do something really freaky, he said. I stripped down, and he brought out a few lengths of rope. Soon, I'm splayed out on my back, my wrists and knees tied spread eagle. He fucks my mouth roughly, and he hasn't bothered to take off his Jersey. I know he's getting ready to blow his first load when he turns and squats over my mouth so that I can suck his balls. He slaps my tits as he bounces over my face. My nose, buried in his asshole he comes, and I groan because I wanted his cum. He relaxes twisting my throbbing nipples and I'm covered from neck to navel in his cum with his balls still in my mouth. That's when the door of the van slides open and the cameras flash. "Thanks for the ride, cum dumpster." He said as he got up off me. He grabbed a pair of shorts from his teammate, made a show of cleaning off his junk while the rest of the football team pissed on me. The evil bitch cheerleaders screamed dirty fat whore at me, and swatted at my pussy with a handy bit of rope. I orgasmed with them pissing on my face and cunt. I was outed as a whore and a slag. My nickname through the rest of high school was cum dumpster. It's what he used to call me in the rare moments I let him cum on my face, tits, and belly. Those moments were rare because I sucked down his seed straight from his cock like I had a mission. I don't think anyone talked to me the rest of the year, except to call me cum dumpster, except for the guys who offered to let me blow them, or the girls who let me know what a great big fat whore I was. I have never been so happy to leave anywhere as much as when I left home. No one there really missed me. I'm a fat fucking whore. I'm cum dumpster. I learned to live with it. Mostly by eating my feelings. And masturbating. A lot. My fingers, slick in my pussy, strum the cords loosely connecting my clit to the pleasure that explodes deep within my brain. I twist my nipples ruthlessly, remembering the flashes in the van, his cum splashing on my cheek and across my tits, as he laughed. I pushed the thick tips of my fingers into my cunt bashing my thumb against my clit like a gamer tweaking for a new high score. As the orgasm washes over my body, I remember the last person I fucked, my favorite teacher senior year. I think that I've found someone who wants me for me, he's so sweet so attentive. He listened to me when everyone had me humiliated and isolated. I soaked up his attention, and it was the most natural thing in the world for me to kneel down at the end of the day and blow him. The day I'm thinking about he pushed his cock up my ass for the first time. As he puts his hands on my waist, I whimper. He fucked me gently, I'm going to cum, I know it. Crooning quietly in my ear, he says, "I knew you wanted it bad, cum dumpster." I thrashed, banging my head on the headboard, crying out silently, until I fall limp onto the mattress. I'm starving. Tonight it's a family sized lasagna, a half gallon of chocolate milk, and ice cream, so very tasty. I ate myself sticky and noted that my ass was getting a little tight in my over-sized recliner. Add trash TV, some Springer on the DVR, and I'm all set for the night. I hope that tonight he's got people worse off than me. I wake up, because I have to pee and I'm a little woozy. The TV is flickering snow patterns and my big fat ass is wedged tight in the chair and I have to work to get up and out. The floor is cold on my tiny bare feet, and my thick nipples stand at attention looking cross-eyed from my massive tits out into the darkness of the room. I never bother with a nightgown, because they barely fit tenting over my tits and belly, and I always get food on them. Carefully I line up on the toilet seat, no joke, my ass to toilet seat ratio makes for potential messes, and tonight, for the first time I have trouble reaching around my tits and belly between my huge thighs to wipe. I start to panic, reaching behind, I can still wipe my ass. The next few months were horrible, I was a mess and it showed. I tried furiously to reach my pussy to grind down on my clit, but couldn't touch it. After high school, dating was as horrible as it always was. I snagged a few chubby chasers, which isn't hard to do that at all. The problem with guys who have a fetish for you, is that they don't need to really please you to get off. The first guy just wanted to watch me eat. He'd get an erection watching me eat a sandwich, and I think he creamed himself when I dropped mayo on my belly. The mommy fucker came as soon as I got naked, I was so ravenous at that point, I licked his thin weak seed from his cock and boxers. He didn't get hard again until he called me mommy. He cried after that, got in his car, and I never saw him again. Another guy couldn't fuck me enough, but his cock was so tiny that it didn't reach me enough to pleasure me. The one time he thought he had victoriously filled me, he had actually slipped into my ass while we were trying doggie style. I liked it, but it wasn't exactly what I needed. I let him ass fuck me until he realized after about a week and a half that he was actually fucking my ass, and he got all weird about it. Now that I couldn't grind it out when and where I wanted, I grimaced at the thought of trolling the Internet to find another in a long line of disappointing chubby chasers to try to get me off. I was getting desperate. I tried to buy vibrators and rubber cocks, but the pretty kids from the University had wiped out the selection for some stupid gun protest. I was about to give up on the crap selection when I heard him speak for the first time. "Can I show you something in your size?" The voice was deep and rich with a touch of a chuckle, and absolutely scared the wits out of me as I was pawing the meager selection of rubber dicks. "Sorry I scared you, miss. I'm still a little new at this job." The monolithic black man stood quietly in front of what was left of the dildo display. He was broad chested, and needed a shave, his deeply set brown eyes sparkled over his heavy gauge septum piercing. "We do have some left, the stuff that wasn't ironic enough for the college kids. We are completely out of neon double ended stuff, " he said with a smirk," "What can I help you find today, little miss?" My pussy gushed a little when he called me little miss, and I felt little standing next to him. "i... " I sprinted for the door clipping a display of porn star asses on the way out. My embarrassment dovetailed with my arousal perfectly, and unable to reach my cunt properly, I did the only thing I could do. I cried myself to sleep. I had to have some relief. The walk back to the porn shop filled me with all the relevant misery and humiliation I could tolerate. "Oh hey, Christine, welcome back." That rich voice his massive frame resonated all those tones. And he knew my name! "uh, don't run little miss, you left your ID with us last night." He covered the distance between us in five steps. "Let me help you, little miss. What do you need?" The buttons on his shirt pulled tight across his chest as he breathed. "I want a dildo." "Let's try to narrow that down. Would you like a small cock or a larger cock to start with?" Good God, don't let me look down at his package. His deep brown eyes were almost as bad. "I need a big cock." His little half smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. "Do you want real looking cock or one of those fancy metal, glass, or freaky cocks?" "I don't think it matters." "Here are a few to look at. " He plucked them effortlessly from the top shelf. "I need something that I can mount to something else." Something flashed through his face, something like pity. "I understand what you want. These have suction cups, this one locks to a harness or wherever you mount the lock. Maybe if you told me more about what you need I can be more helpful." He read the misery in my face. "Thank you. What did you say your name was?" "I'm Gordon. It's my first week on the job here." "What did you used to do?" His face clouded. "I worked on a farm until I got away." That sounded strange but I let it go. "Thank you Gordon, for being so kind." "I just want to help, little miss." His eyes were so soft. "Gordon, I can't reach my pussy anymore to masturbate. I need some relief soon." "I know what you need." I looked straight at Gordon's cock. I couldn't help it. Fortunately he turned his head to reach for another item. "This mounts to a bed post or a coffee table, it has a cock for your pussy and a cock for your ass. Do you like that kind of thing?" "Yes Gordon, I do." "If you buy it, would you like someone to mount it for you?" "would-you-be-able-to-do-it?" I practically vomited out. "Yes little miss, I would love to." All of my three hundred-ish pounds floated in the air towards to counter to check out. "Don't forget to leave your address for the mounting." "I won't!" Gordon walked behind the high countenance, ran my card, and gave me a receipt. "Good bye, little miss!" Looking down , Gordon addressed the little person tied, gagged, and blindfolded in the dark area behind the register. Removing the gag from the little man's mouth, Gordon unzipped his trousers. At the sound of the zipper, the little Asian man opened his mouth and tipped his head back. "It's feeding time, Mr. Jasper." ******************* I have never worked so fast to clean my apartment. Pizza boxes out. Trash out. Carpet vacuumed, steamed, and vacuumed again. Dishes washed. Bed -sad little empty bed- too small for the likes of a man like Gordon. Bed made. What was I thinking? Gorgeous Gordon wasn't coming for me. They never come for me. I'm cum dumpster. The knock on the door sounded off like a cannon in the quiet of my empty apartment. Oh my God, I'd cleaned and tidied everything in the apartment, but myself. I had on my house dress, that looked like a blue tent, my hair clipped at top my head, and very little else. I sprinted to the door. "Hello little miss!" "Hello Gordon. Come in!" I blushed. He had changed after work, now dressed in workout clothes with a worn leather bag over his shoulder , and carrying my boxes. He ducked his head under the doorway and walked into my apartment. He set the boxed down on the coffee table, practically having to sit on the floor to reach. I realized, as he stood up, that Gordon could see, and had always been able to see, down my blouse and into my massive cleavage. His cock under his running shorts, made my mouth water. It was big, but how big was it? "Gordon, does the shop do many installations?" "I don't know, I never asked." "So you came out here on your own? "uh, yes little miss." "Do you like fat women?" I said trying meekly to try to entice him. "I'm a bull." "You certainly are!" "No. On the farm, I was made, bred to be a bull to fuck and breed cows. That's what I am made for." "I don't understand." Faster than I could see, and way faster than I could react, he had me by the throat. One hand held me, and the other tore my house dress from my body and I stood barefoot on tiptoe naked before him. "I fucked and bred cows for the farmer." He lowered me to my knees as he stepped out of his shorts, and his monstrous cock unfurled between us. His balls, as big as my fists hung low and heavy. "Now that I've escaped the farmer, I need to fuck, to drain my balls, or I will frenzy and fuck the nearest thing. I don't want attention. I don't want to go back to the farm." Gordon tapped me on the forehead. "Open. Do as you're told and you won't be hurt. Refuse me and I will force you." "Why, Gordon? Why?" He blinked solidly twice. Like I was asking the dumbest question in the world. "Because you're a cow, and I need to fuck cows." He pressed the massive thickness of his veiny cock to my lips, and I opened them. It was like no cock I'd ever tasted, the smell of Him, intoxicating. Even as he filled my mouth and throat, my gag reflex never even fluttered. He held the back of my head, rocking forward to my lips, his balls bouncing under my chin. His strokes varied from short to long, changing up the tempo as well. The one hand that palmed my head could just as easily snap my neck. At first I was terrified, of course, but now after smelling and tasting of him all I wanted was His no doubt potent seed. With my lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, he confidently stepped back to his knees, pulling me on all fours in one practiced motion. Now that the passage of my throat had opened, he fucked my face with a need that bordered on life or death. I lost count of his rapid strokes, as he now held me by the shoulders. My tits and belly flattened on the carpet, as the force of him rocked my body forward and back, if he had only asked instead of taking me, I'd almost be in heaven. As it was, my terror was subsiding for some reason, and my natural enthusiasm for sucking cock returned with a vengeance. With left hand, Gordon reached into his bag. From the corner of my eye I could see a large smooth silver metal hook and the leather thong braided onto the loop at its base. His long arm reached over my back, and into the deep cleft of my ass cheeks. The hook, slid up my asshole, cold enough to make me jump and Gordon looped the cord around my neck tight enough so that the very acts of breathing and sucking pulled the thumb thick hook deeper into my ass. Oh my God! I thought as the hook forced it's way into my body, and the strap at my neck, a dog collar humiliation. The pre-cum slipping down the channel to my stomach tasted like no man I had ever blown, compared to Gordon, I had never been with any other man. This beautiful half mad man, who must have been mad if he believed any of what he was telling me. Farms and farmers? Impossible. I closed my eyes and started enjoying the masterwork of cock in my mouth, enjoying the fuzzy feeling in my head, and most of all enjoying my return to life as a cum dumpster. Truly, Gordon sounded like an animal rutting as he face fucked me without mercy or caution. If I didn't have to use both hands to hold the weight of my body, I would have loved to touch the corded muscle of his legs. He was a fantastic beast. From the sounds of him, and the tension in his body, his balls rising up to bounce against my chin instead of my throat Gordon was about to explode and I had no doubt, that he was going to fill my entire stomach to overflow. My imagination had his cock virtually reaching my stomach with every thrust. Gordon threw back his head, releasing me from his grasp, but there was no way I was going to make a run for it. He was between me and the door, and his cock, his cum, I had to have it. I buried my lips in the forest of his curly pubic hair, I grasped the hard muscle of his flexing ass as his orgasm cracked off into my belly. We rocked together linked for over ten minutes as his balls emptied into my stomach. I looked up at him, legs spread, sitting on the floor waiting for his orgasm to a bait. I felt- gratitude? humiliation? submission? desire? love? All these things rolled throughout my body as the drool splashed from my bust onto the carpet. I would not permit a drop of his cum to be wasted. I made a seal of my lips so that I none of his seed would escape from me. Gordon pulled the mass of himself from my body, his phallus almost as long as my forearm, and still as massive and throbbing as the moment it first pushed through my lips. He stood before me, and I admired him. He was fantastic. He was a beast. He was a bull. Could any of his story be true? Were there farms and farmers? Were there cows? And what possible purpose could places like that have? I followed him with my eyes as he slowly moved around my body, inspecting me. I was embarrassed again, fat ass cum dumpster under the microscope, the cameras flashing in the open van door while the mean girls jeered in the cold. As Gordon palmed my cheeks and fondled my tit, I felt my juices on my leg, ready for him. "Good mouth, good udders, good cow." His eyes were a little glassy, unfocused. His words came out a little more labored. He pulled the anal hook from my ass but left the leather thong around my neck. My ass was well prepared for a boy like those I had fucked before, but not for a bull, not for Gordon. His hands, so much larger than the hands of that boy, than the hands of of my teacher, lay for the first time on my skin. The heat of his hands on my skin, the firmness of his grip, felt so right. My belly full of his hot cum, I relaxed and pushed back looking for Gordon's cock. The hook had opened my ass, but the instant the apple of his cock rimmed my ass, I knew that he was more than I could take. I expected Gordon would slam his cock in me with the same violence as my face. He surprised me, slowly working his nob into and out of my ring, slowly inching toward the next. He let me dilate, adjust, before increasing the speed of his thrusts. Cum Dumpster Finds Her Way Pt. 01 "cow." Gordon said it under his breath. "Cow." He wasn't whispering as he pistoned in and out of me. "COW, COW, COW!" My body undulated with the force of the slapping of his pelvis against my ample ass, as Gordon screamed the words like they were a spell, his spittle landing on my broad back. My eyes rolled back behind my closed lids, Gordon was claiming me, breeding my ass. He tugged the strap tight, taking my freedom along with my air. I was a cow, I was His cow. I lost track of time, feeling sedated and befuddled, the slapping of his balls against my pussy touched off several satisfying orgasms. Gordon's second orgasm was as long, if not longer than his first. He covered me with his body, twitching his hips as he continued to spurt. We collapsed on the floor, the fucking, more effort than I was used to expending at any one time, and he seemed content to wrap his hands over and under my tits. Sometime later, Gordon's load was spent, but he stayed in place. His massive phallus plugged my ass, keeping his juices locked inside me. I was exhausted, and with Gordon holding me, I passed out. Half-awake, half-dazed with Gordon carrying me in his arms like a sack of potatoes I open my eyes. He places me on a platform in the living room. It's cushioned and comfy, so I don't complain. Gordon pulled Padded restraints over my calves, and long chained handcuffs around my wrists. That's when I realized Gordon wasn't alone. The sedation I was feeling countered the shock of seeing the second man in my apartment. He stood in the corner, dressed in a nice fine suit, while Gordon continued in silence to latch me in place. "Good! You're awake. I was hoping you'd come to before Gordon here had packed you up for shipping. It helps if you are just a little bit more informed about the process of which you are now undertaking." He stepped around the flipped over coffee table in the middle of the room, to sit in one of my tired chairs facing me. "In order to explain you, it helps of course to explain Gordon here. Gordon, by all appearances is a remarkable specimen, a bull of the highest caliber. That is not exactly all that he is, Gordon, for lack of a better way of saying it, is a Judas goat. I don't suppose that tenth grade education of yours supplied you with an understanding of that particular saying? " I could tell he had a smug look on his face from the tone of his voice, I didn't need my glasses to see that. "A Judas goat is trained to lead animals to the slaughter, while being spared the slaughter itself. Gordon here, his purpose upon release into the wild to find sweet little bovine flesh like yours and bring it back home to me. He doesn't mean anything by it, he doesn't even have conscious thought right now, now that I am here. He won't even remember any of this happening when I send him out again to round up another cow or two. Gordon has been extensively modified, the typical bull qualities, of course with the addition of mutagenic compounds in the testicles and prostate. One makes it so you can't get enough of the spunk, and the other starts physically changing the host. Gordon can't knock you up, and oh God I've seen him try, but he will make sure that I get a docile new member of my stable." He pulled my nipples and pushed his hand into my cunt, forcing out a squeal from one end and a gush from the other. "Gordon, she needs another belly full before shipping." His eyes blank, and silent as the dead Gordon moved in front of my face. God help me, with full understanding of what awaited, I still wanted that cock inside of me. He brought himself gently to my lips. "Open." With the one word from him, I did, because who knows what might happen if I hadn't. He slowly mounted my face, and started to fuck it. This time was passionless, robotic, like the life and enjoyment had been taken from him. I saw from the corner of my eye the man in the suit begin to undress. "This job, has its perks." For a suit, His cock was massive, and he was no where near as kind as Gordon. Grabbing hold of my pussy, His thumb inside me while he held on to and pried me open, he jammed his dick in with a thrust that only can happen if you know you are completely beyond consequence. "You should feel the changes already, heavier tits and thighs, less disagreeable for sure, and more willing to accept the things that are happening to you." He fucked me roughly, smacking into my ass with each thrust. "You don't work around mutagenic compounds without some of it rubbing off on you. I've got the same equipment as our bull Gordon. Unfortunately, I have some of the same draw backs as him too." He slapped my ass mercilessly. "I have to fuck regularly, or I'll just fuck the closest thing to me, just like Gordon would." He paused for a moment, thoughtful, while he was fucking. "The bulls won't fuck each other for some reason, we still haven't figured out that one. Oh sure, they'll fuck a normal man near to death, but they leave each other alone." I was speared from both ends, a jiggling, quaking mess. Gordon filled my belly again with his life changing cum. "Gordon does an amazing job finding you cows, but I'm afraid he's not working fast enough." The suit pushed his thumb into my asshole , while continuing to smack my fat ass a deeper shade of red. "There are other factions out there trying to perfect the process of building the perfect fuck-doll. I mean, they all have their own ideas and techniques, cows and Bulls, S&M mindfucking, bimbo training. I'm sure they have varying levels of success in their work. If you ask me, I think there is someone out there pulling the strings and cultivating these different types of fuck-dolls. My boss isn't talking about where the mutagen comes from, and he isn't smart enough to make the shit himself, you know?" My eyes were opened as wide as my jaw was around Gordon's cock, thinking of the hundreds of people disappearing into the night. "That's not to say our system is perfect, that is to say that mistakes and compromises are made. Take Mr. Jasper here." Gordon, finished with his filling of my belly, pulled his still ridged member from my throat. "Mr Jasper made the mistake of being in the wrong place when Gordon got desperate. You see, every time we set Gordon loose he's programmed to think the same thing. Oh, I escaped from the farm, I have to stay hidden, I need to make sure I don't frenzy and draw attention to myself." As Gordon moved out of my line of sight, the sight that greeted me took a few moments to process. "Jasper was the manager of the porn shop that you visited and found Gordon, he's got a kind heart and offered Gordon a job. That was all fine and good until the night that Gordon filled Jasper's stomach with mutagenic love cream." Jasper sat mute on the floor, legs spread, bent at the knee, cock erect and leaking. He was a slight man, thin, but the changes Gordon had brought upon him were strikingly evident. A soft downy fur in whites and browns patterned his skin, His hair had lengthened straightened and thickened into a glossy black that stretched passed his widened womanly hips. If that wasn't enough, Jasper's tits had come in. He was at least a C-cup, and his thick long nipples were leaking. "Most men don't survive being humped by one of my Bulls. They smother before they get a belly full or battered to death if a bull covers them. For whatever reason, Mr Jasper here survived, and Gordon used him to keep himself hidden. This is the longest Gordon has ever been out. I was starting to think that he had actually escaped from the farm this time. Mr Jasper, although we can't keep calling him a him, or by that name anymore has been fed nothing but Gordon's spunk for a dozen weeks now." Gordon approached Jasper looking even more massive compared to the fragile little man thing. He did not have to be told to open, as he- she, accepted the bull dick that slid down her throat. "I never cease to be amazed at what Gordon's cum can do to a person, I mean it's intended to make a woman into a subservient member of the herd, a heavy milk-titted cow. Jasper here is proof positive that it works more than a little on men too." Through the entire conversation, he never stopped his rapid deep dicking of my flooded pussy. My chains rattled, and I became aware of a low and throaty moan that surprised me when I realized it was coming from me! "What do you say, we give her a name? Mmm... Something like Jasper, Jade? No, too obvious and racist. How about Jessie Lee? I like that." Jessie Lee was still splayed out in front of Gordon nursing his dick like a baby calf on a tit, her belly was getting full and her little seven inch cock was rock hard and pointing up at a steep angle. I know that seven inches is above average, and two days ago I would have begged for that or even a little less, but compared to the two bulls that had been mauling my holes, it looked like nothing. "She's looking surprisingly hot, for a pathetic mutation, she's a furry's wet dream. Who knows what she'll look like when she's done changing." His hands pawed at the sides of my belly, jigging my fat while he continued to plow my pussy. "You know, pretty soon the changes in you will be irreversible, after that the only people that will be able to make you cum will be your owners, Bulls, and of course special folks like myself." He sped up his savage assault on my pussy, and I had the impression that he was about to nut, when he abruptly pulled his girth from my body. I wanted him back, to finish, to bathe my insides with his ejaculated fluids. "No, I can't risk botching your changes by introducing my seed into your body." He stepped around to face me, I wanted his cock in my gullet so badly. "This will have to do me for now." Jets of cum splashed on my face, try as I might I could not get any in my mouth. "No, no little heifer, none for you." He jammed a ball gag into my mouth as I was blindly lapping for the ooze on my face. He laughed as he continued to cum coat my face and tits. "One more thing." The clank of a cowbell is hard to miss, and he locked a collar around my neck. The bell was cold on my tits, and it clanked as I breathed. "Alright Gordon, time to box her up! Have a safe trip, Cum Dumpster, I understand an old friend is waiting for you." Hearing that name, I opened my eyes wide in panic, the spunk burned me and I closed them tight. Blinded by the muck on my face, I heard rather than saw the shipping crate being assembled around me, I heard them box up Jessie Lee, and my world became a mix of shifting centers of gravity, forklift noises, and the smells of grease, dried cum and diesel. I was being shipped to someone I knew. Cum Dumpster Finds Her Way Pt. 02 Over the sounds of travel, I could hear their voices quite clearly while I was trussed up inside a zoo shipping crate. The trip was long, and I spent the time half aware, like in a fevered dream. From a hole in the top of the box, I would nurse fluid from a rubber nipple at the end of a bottle. When the bottle would empty, they would refill it while I slept and my body continued to change. I was terrified that the urge to shit would hit me, that eventually I would fall asleep and mess myself. Mercifully, the urge to release myself never came, which was extremely weird and worrisome since I'm talking about many days locked up. I wasn't forced to sit in my own filth, but it's not normal for me at all. Granted, all I had to eat the whole time came from Gordon, who was dick feeding both myself and Jessie Lee through gloryholes in the sides of our shipping crates. At one point, while on a train of all things, Gordon removed the crate panel behind me. The sudden rush of fresh air and cooler temperature roused me, pulling to my attention how drowsy and sedate I was. I was held down in the shipping crate by what I recognized as the porn shop's high end red leather psychiatric restraints. Over the short run, they were wonderfully comfortable, and I was almost flattered that I rated such an expense, but locked into a position on my hands, and knees, and tits, and belly- it was pins and needles excruciating. If anything it felt tighter in the crate than when I started, my tits and belly filling in all the space beneath me and to the sides of the wooden box. I was grateful it was so well sanded, and I hadn't picked up splinters. I felt Gordon's hot hands on the flesh of my ass, wordlessly he fucked me doggie style. He caught the rhythm of the train as he plowed into the tight knot of my asshole, my cunt ached and dripped, hopeful for Gordon's use. He fucked me from behind vigorously, but not as deeply as before since the top of the crate prevented him from bottoming out in me. It was only his majestic length that allowed him to manage the significant amount of cock that was curling my toes. Gordon's hot spunk spilled into my guts as he humped my sizable rear end. Still silent, he knuckled a large glass butt plug up my anus, I suppose to keep his mutagenic spunk deep inside my throbbing ass like before. I cried out for him. "Gordon! For fuck sake, talk to me! Help me!" Still and silent, he replaced the wooden panel on my crate, and I couldn't hear him even breathe from where I was. "He won't answer you, not like he is now." The voice was small and frail, with just a hint of an accent. It could only be the former Mr. Jasper, newly Jessie Lee. The voice was close by, but hollow, like it was behind the wood of another crate. "Jasper?" I had only spoken to the manager of the porn shop a few times. Every time I went to the shop, I didn't take the time to be social or friendly. I was so rushed and so wired up because I felt like such a fat fucking failure, flushed with shame for being there, for porn shopping, for feeding my need for humiliation with a poor substitute. I never had any real idea for what Jasper was like when he was still a he, because I was so wrapped up in my own head. What I remembered about him was that he was shy, soft-spoken, middle aged, and small for a man. He was thin, and had shaggy, coarse hair that never seem to co-operate. His dark brown almond shaped eyes were kind, and had a sad joy within them. He smiled at me when I made my purchases, and gave me a soda the night I got desperate enough to suck cock at the porn shop's gloryhole and chickened out at the last minute because the stupid room felt so small. He was a good man. "You might as well call me Jessie Lee, I don't think what I am now is ever going to change." From what I saw of him -her, after her changes, standing by my apartment door in a short red raincoat, she had developed generous female and bovine characteristics. Her golden skin grew a silky down fur, in white and brown patterns across her whole body, except for the waterfall of silky, intensely black, hair at her head and the eyelashes around her now extraordinarily large deep black eyes. Jessie Lee's tits were large for her body type, and I remember quite clearly her seven inch cock standing at attention while Gordon fed her his chromosome customizing nut batter. I wouldn't have known who it was, without hearing a name, she didn't look a day over 28. "Where are you?" I was still hazy, the fevered feeling hadn't quite left me, and my belly rumbled, needing a next feeding from Gordon's massive cock . "I'm in the crate next to you." "Can you get out?" "I'm not restrained like you are, but I was never very butch to begin with, I can't force my way out of the crate or anything. I can see a bit through the air holes more in one direction from the gloryhole Gordon's been feeding me from, but not much more... I'm sorry." Jessie Lee was crying. And I suppose she did have quite a bit to cry about, I was stolen from a crappy sexless life, but she had her manhood stolen away too. My shoulders and thighs ached from being held in this position for so long. "My name is Christine, Jessie Lee." "Is that your real name, or the one they gave you?" I was taken aback a bit, she had no way of knowing who I was, she was much a victim of Gordon's mission as I or even Gordon himself was. "It's my real name. I used to come to the porn shop every other Friday or so." "Oh yeah, I remember you! You're the big girl who likes the big dick shaming porn, the fuck my fat ass humiliation shit. Not too chatty, pays her rentals, and never gets any fines. I think I actually lose money on customers like you." Her voice lilted, still on the edge of tears, remembering a life completely lost. "Can you see Gordon?" "He's here. Sitting on the floor of the boxcar, but his mind is gone now that Mr Dick Bigsuit is here. Gordon has been like this since that guy got here. He just does what Bigsuit tells him to. I think he'd jump in front of a bus if that's what he told him to do. Bigsuit is bad news." "Where are we going?" "Where else? The place that Gordon babbled the most about, the farm." Ominous, the place I had convinced myself was a fiction, how could I doubt it's existence now when I was talking to a genetically altered cowgirl about the giant black bull who had been breeding us both? I felt bad about thinking it but there was no way to avoid it. Jesse Lee was a dick girl, no two ways about it. "Jessie Lee, um, are you okay? Can you tell me what happened to you?" She was quiet for a moment, the creaking of our crates and the larger sounds of the train more present now than in the moments before. "When I first met him, Gordon looked like just another guy down on his luck, in his funny clothes and that over-sized nose ring. For such a large man, he was terribly jumpy, I thought I was doing us both a favor by giving him a job. It didn't hurt to have all that muscle at the counter. Most robbers think twice before pulling a fast one. I gave him a cot in the storage room. When he would talk, I knew he was on the run from something, he was jumpy, but he relaxed for a couple weeks, then got anxious again. He had an eye for the big ladies, girls like you especially. Didn't much care for the tall thin ones, no matter how hot they were. So I could tell that he was interested in you, but you hadn't been to the store in awhile. Gordon started to get intense and focused. He kept to himself and stopped talking. I thought it was peculiar, but he still did his job, and he was always kind so I let him be. Gordon always showed a preference for women, and women like you so I never thought he would attack me. I never saw it coming. It was late, After drunk 30, most of the traffic in the porn shop has slowed to a trickle. We were restocking the shelves, checking in the videos, and making orders for the next month. I had gone to the back to grab some boxes. I suppose he locked the door, or put up the "be back soon" sign, or maybe he didn't bother to lock the shop at all. I heard him standing behind me, I asked him to help me with the boxes on the top shelf! He grabbed me from behind, around my neck with his elbow, and choked me until I nearly passed out. I told him take the money! I'll open the safe! He never said a word. When he let go of my neck I could barely stand, he handcuffed my hands behind my back, and shoved a cock shaped gag into my mouth and throat. He used one of our dog leashes to chain me to the pipes. He left me there. I tried screaming. I tried struggling. I choked myself and knocked myself off my feet trying to get away. I cried. Gordon came back with the scissors. I froze as he cut a jagged rip up my pants leg. I was terrified that he was going to cut my balls off, but his eyes were steady, and his breathing became more labored. He cut everything from of me but my shoes and socks. I realized just how much bigger he was than me, how much more powerful he actually was, and that's when I saw his cock straining under his clothes. I saw his face, the septum ring, and I've watched enough porn to know, he was a bull, a breeder, and I was totally fucked. He stepped out of his jeans. Barefoot on the floor, he appeared to be every bit the six and a half feet tall that he was, his cock no less than a foot long and bigger around than a beer can. He pulled the end of my chain, yanking my head down to my knees. I tried to tell him no. Tried to plead. He kicked my knees apart, they were shaking, I collapsed or at least I tried to. Gordon grabbed me by the hips. My ass puckered and my toes cramped. His hands burned on my skin as the head of his cock nestled in the ring of my asshole. I begged one more time in to the cock gag, no, no! Good God, Gordon, no! It felt like a knife in my ass at first, the bright lights of pain flashing in my head, and then the hammer of his first thrust folding me inside out made my back arch ninety degrees at him as the first three inches of his dick introduced themselves to me. He spread my ass cheeks, pulling back an inch and battering my prostate with the second thrust, I moaned at the pleasure and pain of it. I wanted to shout at him, I'm not gay, I'm not gay! But inwardly I cringed at the prophecy being fulfilled, my father constantly calling me faggot, because I was so much smaller than my friends and I read books of all things. The little fag who got tied up, the fairy with the cock gag in his mouth, the wreck of a man with the giant throbbing cock pistoning in and out of his ass, had just started giving in to it as his fairy penis started to get hard. I groaned into the gag, which curiously had stopped making me gag, as Gordon pounded his full length into me. He drummed past my p-spot, making my eyes roll back in their sockets. I could hear him grunting and growling as he used my body as a masturbatory cocksleave. Before I knew it, I had blown my load on the floor, and the wall, and a lot of the shop's stock on the shelves. He never even looked at my puny dick and I orgasmed. The shame of my situation infested my soul, but my penis never softened and Gordon wasn't done fucking me. My head rolled around. I couldn't keep it from bouncing where he shook me. My second orgasm hit me square across my eyes, the gag, and my lips, I swallowed quite a bit of my own cum as it pulsed onto my face around the edges of the cock gag. I was well on my way to a third spurt, my nuts screwed up tight against my cock when Gordon started to howl. He grabbed me by the balls and fire hosed his own hot load into my ass. He humped me for twenty minutes cramming his spunk into my rectum, I was blinded, drooling, and had never been so confused. After his nut tapered off, he let me drop to the floor, exhausted. He easily slid one of the shop's biggest rubber cocks in my gaped ass, and my third orgasm trickled out, ruined by the lack of stimulation. How could he make me cum like that?" I had never even imagined such a thing, poor Jessie Lee. I felt terrible for her, her whole life destroyed in an instant. "It wasn't your fault, Jessie Lee, his cock is amazing and he knows how to use it. The suit guy said it was a miracle that you survived Gordon fucking you." "You don't understand! After the first three days, I needed him to keep fucking me! I wanted to keep sucking his cock, he didn't have to tie me up, dear God, I like it! I want it!" The entirety of her crate was shaking. "When he fucks you, I'm not jealous, I'm envious! I want him for me, in me. Oh Christ, Christine, I'm a faggot. Just like my bastard father said I would be." I've never heard anyone in such complete distress, and restrained and crated as I was, there was very little I could do. "I don't know what you are completely, Jessie Lee, but I know that Gordon cums inside folks he changes them with his cum, we mutate. Since you aren't 100% male anymore, I don't think you can be a fag, or any word like that. Besides, I won't judge you, I don't know what Gordon's spunk is turning *me* into." I hoped that the sincerity in my voice would ring true, and comfort her. "I know he raped you, but you know he was brainwashed into doing what he does, and even now he has no freewill. You know that, right?" "I don't blame him. I know who is to blame." "Do you still enjoy it? The sex?" "I do. I can't stand the moments he's not inside me. I suck his cock while he sleeps, and ride him awake." "I hope that when I change, I am at least half as beautiful as you are. Futanari. That's what the Japanese call it. You're a little cowgirl futa." "That word sounds beautiful." "Just like you, Jessie Lee. When your body changed did it hurt?" "I thought what I was feeling had more to do with the fact that a massive beast of a man was taking me from both ends, trussing me up every day and night in my own store's bondage gear. I'd had nothing to eat or drink, but his cum. My dry coarse hair fell out, and I thought it was the stress of the situation, my guts twisted, and I assumed that I was starving. Most of the time I was blindfolded and gagged, I missed the fur growing in, I missed my tits filling out. I figured my nipples hurt from being rubbed raw against the floor or something. My entire body hurt from bondage, my jaw and ass from the constant overuse. Gordon had locked me up in the back of the shop, when he wasn't using me. He doesn't need to sleep, and nobody noticed that I was missing. My regulars kept shopping and nothing changed while I was boxed like a gimp in the back, or under the counter. Gordon kept me in a blindfold hood most of the time with a rubber ball gag to keep me quiet. He strapped into one of our small bolero straight jackets, now that I think about it, that's the one with the fucking tit cutouts! Otherwise I was naked, but now that I think about it, I was never cold. When Dick Bigsuit showed up, I thought at first it was Gordon, and then I thought I was saved! Oh, my God how wrong I was. The footsteps behind me stopped at my feet. "Now what do we have here? Did Gordon bring me a bonus surprise?" The strange voice startled me, but I was still hopeful, maybe I was safe. He pulled me to my knees and unbuckled the strap on my gag. I couldn't talk right away and gasped for air. "Nice, nice, firm, solid, round, thin and tiny, not what he usually brings me." He thick fat cock, easily as large as Gordon's pushed passed my lips and straight down my gullet. "Good mouth, we'll trained, Gordon has definitely been working on you." He fucked my face roughly, and then kicked my knees apart. My seven inches sprang up from between my legs, where I'd been hiding it, embarrassed that I now get a hard-on while giving blow jobs. "What in the world? Aren't you a sweet little furry mess? How in blazes did a little wisp like you survive being humped by Gordon?" He stepped on my cock and tiny balls as he enthusiastically fucked my throat. They throbbed under the sole of his shoe as I serviced his huge member between my lips. He twisted his foot as he approached the point of climaxing, and I came as he crushed my privates. I felt his hand upon my head, and his dick increased noticeably in size as he brutally shoved me backwards. His jets of cum splattered all over my body, but mostly it coated the outside of the hood that blinded me. "aw, did you blow your nut on the floor? I might have to find a place for your sweet ass close to me on the trip." He picked me up by my throat, coaxing me to my feet. He unlocked the straight jacket and peeled the outfit from my body. I stood there, swaying, standing for the first time in a week. "Let's get these on you, step in, left, step up, right. Perfect." I stepped into the high heeled shoes he put on my feet, at this point, I would have argued nothing that anyone made me do. "Alright honey, stand here and grab your ankles." My reaction was a little slow for his tastes, and he punished me by smacking the back of my balls. "Spread em." I did what I was told, as fast as I could manage. I grabbed my ankles, as his cock pushed easily into my ass. He fisted my balls, jerking me around as he started to ream me out. He put his hands on my hips and wrenched my ass on to his dick at a speed that I could never accomplish alone. His thumbs pulled my butt cheeks apart, and his thick cock pulled them back together as he jammed his girth inside me. "Look at this vestigial cocklette, I am stunned that you can get it hard and even more flabbergasted that your little balls can still make something that approximates man cum." He grabbed at the back of my neck under the hood at my hair, and snapped my body back. I felt his cock swell again, and he dropped me on the floor, again he stepped on my balls, and emptied his nut across my back shoulders and hood. I lay on the floor breathing heavy and groaning while he crushed my testicles. "Here. Clean up. Leave the mask on." He tossed a wet sponge at my back, and a bucket of cool water to my left. Laying sore and battered on the tile of the floor I wondered if I could even sit on my ravaged anus. I slipped of my shoes, sponging my tender feet and knees, my skin feeling strange and damp as I cleaned myself. As I worked my way to my thighs I noticed the spread of my hips had changed, my ass more amply padded, and my waist. My cock leaped to attention with just the gentle sponging of my asshole. I explored my anus gently with my finger tips, it seemed thicker, more muscular, and more lubricated than before. My dick and balls, were bruised and battered, but more or less as I remembered them, at least without being able to see them. I couldn't remember ever being able to spurt and then fuck again immediately, not even as a teen. I continue to explore the changes to my body, where there was once a soft rounded tummy, it narrowed to a hardened washboard, and then I felt them. My tits, warm and firm, with a bit of a bounce and jiggle that I hadn't processed consciously yet. They had to be at least a C cup and my nipples were hard and thick. I tweaked them, and then my most recent rapist kicked me hard in the balls. "No fucking around! I said clean yourself up." I finished the best I could finding long silky strands of hair poking out the back of my hood. "Put on this coat. We have places to be." The coat landed in my lap, it must have been the red raincoat from the lost and found. His voice sounded from the sales floor. "Max, Rex, clean out the register, pack as much of the gear into the semi truck as possible, and hang an out of business sign in the front window. Meet us at the address on the sheet, and bring the large crate to the room." Cum Dumpster Finds Her Way Pt. 02 He locked a collar and leash again around my neck, and popped a thankfully smaller ball gag in my mouth. "You, sweet tits, are coming ahead with me. Here are your shoes, yes, yes and out the door. Watch your step, into the car." We didn't drive very far, and Bigsuit brought me to your apartment, with the big truck and crates following. The first time in weeks I had the blindfold off was when we packed you up for shipping. I was completely surprised by my fur, and these humongous tits, but when I saw you, and saw your massive knockers, I knew I would never complain about my tits. It was obvious to me, having both endured at the beginning and enjoyed at the end, that Gordon had been filling you from both ends the whole night." "Have you seen the suit guy?" "I only saw him that first night. Gordon has been feeding and cleaning up after us. How do you feel?" "I feel different, like I've had a fever. It's always been cramped in here, but now it feels more so." "Well if I remember how I felt right, most of the significant changes in my body, had already happened by the end of the second week. Try to hold it together until they let us out." "What do you mean second week? It's only been a couple days." "How many times do you remember Gordon fucking you on the train?" "Just once, a before we started talking." "Gordon opens the crate, and fucks you like that at least five times a day, for the last thirteen days." "But why don't I remember?" "He's not just changing your body, he's changing your mind too. Who knows what it's done with your memory? What does a cow have to remember anyway? I don't trust my sense of time either that's why I've been keeping track of time with knots in strands of my hair. Thirteen days, he fucks you an average of five times a day, feeds me seven times a day, and changes your bottle four times a day." The reality of our situation found its way completely into my head. I found that I really didn't have it in me to panic. Besides, the train was finally stopping, and I could hear Gordon coming to get us.