Breeders and Bulls

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Breeders and Bulls Part 3

(Chapter 22.) The division.

The division is finally here. I wake up early and most of the guys are asleep. Liam is one of the guys sound asleep and I don't disturb him. I watch him for a moment. Happy that he has a certainty that I don't, and I leave him. I have a great calm feeling as I shower, eat and prepare. I check myself out in the mirror, flex a few times. Get my hair the way I like it. Before I know it, I am called along with a number of other guys, some of whom had still been asleep when the service bots tell us to assemble on the lawn.

There are about 50 of us, and we are taken to a large room in the admin center. I don't say any goodbyes. I feel pretty sure what today will bring.

Brett, Calvin, Dean, and another 15 or so names are called out. As we step forward, I see we are all clearly bulls. Not one of us is less than 5 inches soft. We are the biggest of all the boys.

I feel so relieved. As we are led away. We are taken to the medical center. I am the first one called into one of about 10 rooms down this corridor. As I enter the room, it is clearly a medical facility and I assume this is where I will get the Golden Nectar.

"Brett. I am Dr. Anderson," the Bull says. Even though he wears a white coverall, it is open down the front and I can see his long thick, exposed cock. He is rock hard and has a silver cock ring on his massive bull dick.

The room seems quite empty, with a few chairs. A couple of breeders with E Tabs they seem to tap away at. In the middle of the room is an almost upright table.

"Hello, Doc," I say.

"Now, if you could get up here, Brett. I will take some measurements, a blood sample, a DNA sample, run a few tests on you and give you the Golden Nectar, get you on your way to becoming a big bull," he says with an upbeat voice.

I almost run across the room, ready to become a bull. I knew I was stupid to worry. I put my feet on the two metal plates that seem designed for putting my feet on.

"Now lean back. Brett. Perfect," he says.

I am now resting almost upright against the table. The breeders have moved forward to either side of me. I feel a scratch on my arm.

"You didn't even feel that, did you?" The Doctor says in that sing-song voice.

One of the breeders walks over and pulls a strap out under my left arm and passes it under my arm, which feels heavy. The breeder hands the strap to the other breeder, and he places it under my right arm. My body feels heavy all of a sudden.

"Doc, what are you doing?" But my voice is slow and sluggish.

"Just securing you in place." I feel the strap tighten, and it starts to take the weight off my body. I feel my head fall forward, then I feel it pulled back. A strap is placed around my forehead, and my head is placed back against the table at what seems like an awkward angle. I have a view of my dick.

"Doc," I say.

The Doc is fussing around. I can't see what he is doing, but I feel the breeders strap my left leg and then my right leg.

My body feels heavy and numb. I feel the table lowered back and I try to struggle, but my body won't move right and I am strapped down. I am now lying almost flat but not quite. My heart races, and I feel a sense of fear and panic. This doesn't feel right.

My head is clearly positioned, so I can see between my legs. They are held apart, and my cock and balls are exposed and I see the Doctor smile. He holds up the clamping device I saw him use on Gordon on the visi screen. I really panic, this isn't right, this can't be right. Not me, not this. The clamp's chrome glints in the light. I know it will hold everything nicely in place as the Doctor makes that final cut. This can't be.

"Doc, NO! I am a bull. The Golden Nectar you said," I say and my words are slow.

The Doc just laughs and moves between my legs and grabs hold of my dick. "You do have a big cock, Brett,. It is almost as big as a bull cock. In fact, some bulls don't have this much, such a shame," he says, and that sing-song voice has turned quite sinister. He rolls back my foreskin and exposes the head of my dick. He places a silver cone on the head of my dick.

"NO DOC PLEASE NO!" I scream. I feel like I want to be sick. I know what he is doing.

"What Brett? You are meant to be a bull. Why? Because you have a big dick and big muscles? Silly, silly boy, the big boys always make the best breeders and you are one of the biggest, so you will be a fine breeder bitch for many cocks. The clever ones almost expect it, the mediocre and average are usually resigned and the rich boys know they were betrayed by a loving father. It takes all sorts. But my preference is a big breeder like you," he says, stroking my chest.

"I will be sure to keep an eye on you as big Brett fades away. I have a special treatment for you," he says and laughs.

"Doctor no. Don't. There has been a mistake. I don't want to be a breeder god, no Doc, not this. Please," I feel my heart race. This can't be happening. I start to cry.

My eyes fill with tears. I yell and cry. "I don't want a pussy, not that. Please god no not my dick. THIS IS A MISTAKE!"

"No Brett, no mistake. Brett, you are dumb as a post. Your IQ is very low, really low. You are the perfect breeder material. You have nothing to offer. No excellence in anything that I can see in your file. Nothing to mark you out as special. Your parents have credit, but not enough, it would seem, for more than a handful of bulls. You haven't excelled in any academic way, you have no commendation for any sort of bravery. You do look great and have a huge cock, but that is not part of the criteria, we have drugs for that. It is called Golden Nectar. We can make a boy big and strong, but we can't give him brains, though. We can't give him a rich father and even then, that is no guarantee. And now look at you crying just like a breeder. A real bull wouldn't cry like this. I haven't even cut you and already you cry. Oh no, Doc.' A mistake doc.' See Brett; all you are doing is proving to me they made the right decision with a blubbering thing like you," he says.

"But Doc, not this, please don't, not this please. I don't want a cunt," I plead and sob.

He grabs my dick. "Brett, this is so big, so big and thick and long, but you are a breeder. So I need to take care of this thing," he said and squeezed my fat cock. He takes the cone off my dick.

"Maybe we did make a mistake," he says and squeezes on my soft cock.

I look at him. "Really?! Oh god thank you doc, thanks doc," I say and he looks at me.

He says nothing and begins to jerk me. His thick firm fingers slowly rub the skin of my dick back and forth. He says nothing and neither do I. He pumps the shaft and works me, and I start to get hard. "Such a big cock. Such a big bull cock," he says finally.

"Doc. I err..." I am confused. Has he changed his mind? He tugs fast and hard. He works me hard for a few minutes, fast and furious. He just grins at me, saying nothing. I am not sure what is going on and am too scared to say anything. Maybe it is some test and if it is, why the fuck didn't Angel tell me about it?

"You like that, Brett? Look how hard you are getting you like that, don't you?" He tugs on my dick.

"Yeah," I say hesitantly.

His strokes become firmer and longer. He emphasizes the skin rolling back and forth over the head. Each stroke is a reminder of what he can take away. He is now gripping me and pulling my still uncut cock a little too hard at times, but it still feels good. "All that foreskin on your big bull cock. Feel so good sliding over your cockhead, doesn't it Brett?"

"Yes Doc, don't cut me please, I want a bull cock," I say and I am getting really close now. My dick feels good, and he works it faster, harder, faster. He smiles at me.

"Yeah, you fucking love it, Brett. You love a big bull like me jerking you. Don't you?" He asks. I see he is hard and leaking as he jerks me off.

"No...Yes," I say, confused and am getting fucking close. I feel my toes clenching and the tension in my thighs.

"Yes, you do, you are getting so fucking close with my big bull hands stroking your clitty aren't you," he asks?

"No... Yes... God. Doc. I am a bull, not a breeder, honestly," I say. I am desperate at the will of this man. My entire future hangs in the balance of this man. I feel so weak and vulnerable. I can't be a fucking breeder. A series of holes to be fucked and filled. Yet here I am, begging and pleading like a bitch, as some fucking bastard holds my precious cock in his hands. My future. I already think I know what it feels like to be a pathetic breeder and I don't want to feel this anymore.

"No.' Yes'. `God.' Listen to yourself. Brett, I am jerking you, and you fucking love it, don't you?" he asks, smiling at me.

"Yes," I say, taking my chance, that is what he wants me to say.

"Yes, you do. You love having your clitty jerked, don't you?" he asks, and I am really, really close now.

"No sir. It is a cock," I say, and I feel my nuts churn a little, but somehow stop the impending eruption.

I see a flash of silver before me. It is a scalpel. "Call it a clitty or I will cut the whole fucking thing off. Tell me you love me playing with your clitty," the doc shouts angrily and scarily. The level of fear, panic, and desperation reach levels I can barely process. His tugging on my shaft becomes furious and with his other hand he still waves that silver scalpel before me. I give in. "I love it, sir. I love you playing with my clitty. I am a bull though, sir, honest." I pant and cum and as I do, he waves the scalpel at me real close to my face in a swishing motion. I just called my dick a clit. I feel the shame and pleasure of an orgasm. A powerful blast of cum out of my dick. My big fat uncut dick. I just called it a clit.

"A fucking bull. Look at you soaking me in your jizz, crying like a bitch, getting off from a real bull's touch. A fucking bull? No Brett, you are a fucking joke. I should just cut it all off now." He shouts and runs the scalpel around my dick.

"NOo!!!" I scream and then I feel something else as he runs the scalpel over my spent dick. A wave of utter fear. I piss myself.

I hear him laugh and feel the piss flow and spray everywhere. I look at him and he moves closer and stands with his hard cock near my face, my own cock spraying piss. I feel a jet of spunk on my face and another as he cums on me. I feel his cum run down my cheek and down my neck. I feel it cool on my skin. The thick globs of his bull batter mark me.

"Clean up required." He says somewhat breathily. "We got a pissy breeder." I feel someone wiping me down, and I hear the noise of a cleaner bot.

I hear the doc sigh and chuckle. "Fuck, what a way to start cutting day." The doc says. "I fucking love cutting day, especially the big bitches like this one. Still, I have work to do," he says, and I hear him rattling around. He wipes his hands and tosses the wipe onto the floor, and a bot picks it up.

"Now where was I?" he asks.

I feel the doc roll my foreskin back, and I feel someone wiping my dick and chest clean. I feel the cold metallic cup placed back on my cockhead.

"Well, now back to it. Time to give you a real nice fat thick breeder clit Brett. So sensitive. It will be a big clit, Brett. You can be proud of your big fat breeder clitty," he says as he moves back to business grinning.

"It's a cock. I don't want a clitty," I say quietly. I feel somewhat dead inside.

"Well, now, Brett, I think a few minutes ago you even called it a clitty. A big boy like you won't have an itty bitty clitty no. You will have a big fat sensitive cut clit, not this swinging thing. We will soon take care of this. Now let's get started."

He pulls the foreskin back up over the metal cup shielding the end of my cock.

"I am going to make you get a tight cut right down the shaft. I will use a special scalpel on you. I am going to give you a really big thick, sensitive scar. And I will see you get the right treatment. You will have a much bigger clit than most of the breeders, and I will try to make sure as much of it is as exposed as possible. Just think how jealous the other breeders will be when they see your fat cut clit head poking out of your slit above your juicy cunt, ready to be rubbed and pleasured. The bulls will love it too. So easy to find, so exposed. They will see a big clit and think how easy it will be to get you to respond so nicely to their needs. Eager to take dicks in your tight pussy. Do you like pussy, Brett," he asks?

"Yes sir," I say, sobbing.

"Oh, cry baby breeder likes pussy, well that is good because you are going to have one. I am going to help you get one. I am kind like that.," the doctor says, laughing.

"No, please no. I don't want a pussy please," I say and plead and try not to cry anymore, but can't help it.

"But you do want one, you said you like pussy, you cry like a breeder, fuck Brett you just pissed yourself, a bull wouldn't do that. And guess what, a pretty big breeder like you will get lots of cock in his pussy." He laughs.

He tugs my foreskin through the clamp. He pulls it really tight. I see he has pulled inches of foreskin through the hole. He smiles at me. "That is not enough, a little more?" He says and tugs again and now seems to be holding a lot of skin. "One more for luck," he says, and I scream in agony. That's the spot, he says and begins to clamp the device shut.

"Please god no." I sob in pain, my cock skin pulled painfully tight. This can't be. It can't be happening, not to me. I will have a fucking pussy."Not my big cock. Please Doc, not this," I cry. He finishes clamping the device.

He moves to my face and puts his hand on my chin. "Listen, you dumb cunt. You will be a big muscle breeder bitch with a wet empty pussy that gets fucked. If you are lucky, you won't end up as a whore." He lets go of me.

"No, please no." I plead, and the pain is almost unbearable.

I think about the video of Gordon and how his foreskin was cut and then healed with the pen. I think about how he was caged. I think about Zach and his shrill breeder voice. About Brick and the way he bloomed, his ass cunt pumping and pulsing before my eyes. I think about all three of them, their dicks shrinking, their balls pulling up inside of them. The way they pissed out of their new piss holes. How their cunts popped and burst open. Their periods, their smell, that the familiar sexy bitch smell. The way they got fucked and loved it. The way Thomas grew a pair of tits and cried. I think about the Golden Nectar, which would make me massive, a real bull, a real fuck machine. I was already the best in the academy, all the whores said so. I was meant to be a bull.

I cry and plead. The pain is almost too much. The Doctor looks at his scalpels. There are a number and they have different serrations on them. "Oh, this one. I call him Mister Blunty. He is perfect for a nice bit of uneven healing and a perfect bit of thick scarring. I know the man who designed this one," he says with sick glee and chuckles.

I see the doctor pick up the scalpel. He moves toward me. "Ready for the final cut, bitch? Sorry, but this is really going to hurt. This one is a little blunt, but it gives a great scar. I only use it on very special boys," he says and waves the scalpel in front of my face.

"No," I sob.

He moves slowly, not at all the swift motion of the video, and the pain is searing. At some point, he hacks at my skin as he works around my shaft. I cry out in pain and almost pass out and finally; he stops.

"I never took so much skin off a boy before. Brett, you will be a triumph." He holds the skin in some tweezers in front of me and there is a lot of my cock dangling before me. I look down and see blood pooling now.

I look back at the jagged edges around the now detached foreskin. He holds a part of me. "Nooo!" I weep as I see a part of my manhood, the first part gone.

I am marked my dick is cut. I will be a breeder. He removes the clamp. "Alan, clean up the blood, please." The Doctor says to one of the breeders, and they do.

He runs the healing pen around my cock. He stands back and I look down and although it is fresh at the moment, I can see a thick, raised jagged join and a change in tone almost two thirds of the way down my cock.

He runs a finger around the scar and it is still a little numb from the healing pen. "That is my best work to date. Brett, you will have one of the most sensitive clits in all of Albion," he says and laughs.

He picks up a syringe and injects me several times, and it is done. "That was the first of many injections. No going back now. Brett. You are on your way," he says.

I sob and am given another injection. I feel less sluggish in my body as I am unstrapped. I collapse on the floor. Crying.

I look between my legs. The shaft of my cock, all six inches of it. Only now it has a big pink ridge of a scar almost halfway down the shaft. I touch my cock, and the skin feels taut and tender. The skin's so tight, and I'm as small and soft as I've ever been. What will this feel like when I get hard? The first thing that really strikes me is how ugly the mushroom shape of my cock looks. It is no longer framed by the foreskin. My cock was a sleek rod. Now the head splays out and back into the shaft, the skin that used to soften that stark contour of my dick, gone.

The fat shiny pink bulbous head of my cock looks almost ugly now, strange and foreign, and yet it was always like that, only shrouded and softened by the missing inches of skin he cut away. The tone of my cock surprises me. The familiar skin of the base, then the darker reddish color of the thick scar, and the jarring lighter pink that was hidden that runs darker to the head of my dick. A head that will never be covered again. It looks strange, almost like it belongs to three different people. A Franken-cock. I don't get long to look, but the image of something that brought me pride, joy, and ecstasy, something so familiar, is now so alien, strange, and worst of all, ugly.

The guards lift me up, and I am led out of the room sobbing. I look at my mutilated cock as it swings. The head, free of its foreskin, looks so exposed, and it is. I am fitted with a cage.

They manhandle my cock and stuff it into a cage. "This is our clit now. You keep this on for 7 days for proper healing and to remind you that you no longer have a cock. You have a clit now, and it is ours to control." The words are said as if they were said a thousand times before and I am almost dead inside.

I am off to an unknown part of the campus. The cage at first was a relief, so I couldn't see my dick, but now I am aware with every step that my dick is stuffed tightly into a metal case. I am being turned into a breeder.

I pass through a door and a greeter bot flies towards me. "Welcome. Brett. This is the breeder processing center. Follow me. I shall show you the facilities."

The words hit me, and I wipe a tear away. I walk around, but there isn't much here. Large Dorms. I am shown mine. A small gym. A small canteen and a small social area. There are a number of whores walking around. I see Adam. He looks at me and looks sad. I see Thomas; the bulge showing my child inside him. I see Angel.

"I will show him around," Angel says and dismisses the bot.

"Oh god, Brett, I am so sorry." He says.

I can't speak, I just start to sob as my brother holds me in his arms. I look down as my tears fall down into his soft fleshy breasts and see my future in his cleavage.

......

(Chapter 23.) The bull parade.

It takes all day and into the night before all the boys are done. The sight of all those boys who just days ago were free and naked. Slowly the dorm fills with caged boys. It is strange and somewhat horrific. I had only ever been caged once before. It was strange seeing us all marked like this. I think back to school, you would see someone like Zach turn up looking red-faced and wearing a cage. It was an immediate sign of punishment. A sign that you were still a boy and your manhood was on loan until you finished the Academy. It was the stuff of nightmares, a threat that you could end up with a cunt. Now the nightmare was real.

As a boy, having your cock stuffed and straining in a metal case, struggling to get hard, and not being able to use it was a blunt and sobering reminder that you could be made a breeder. In Albion, where the cock is worshiped, to be locked is a sign of shame. Of no longer being a man or possibly never becoming a bull, and now seeing so many in one place at one time makes me feel sick. Especially as one of those newly locked cocks is mine.

Now my cage doesn't contain my cock anymore and nor do any of the others. We are instantly and immediately aware that all those metal cages not only mark our shame, they also take us back to our youth and all those stories about the Academy and how only the best of Albion will keep their dicks. We are not the best of Albion and what we have now between our legs, caged clits which will only be changed further.

I hold the metal of my cage and know it contains my mutilated cock. They call it a clit, and the reality is that is what will happen. My cockhead feels tender and exposed even in that cage, it feels odd, not just squashed but somewhat uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as sleeping and the erections that wake me up in pain. I am not alone and within days everyone is cranky and sleep-deprived. I curse the pain of getting hard in a cage and know I should just be glad I still can get an erection.

That first night was the worst. The crying, mine and others around me. The shame of my locked cut cock. The life I wanted is gone. The morning after sitting down to piss like all the other breeders. We have to queue to piss. There is no piss wall. Those are for boys and bulls. We sit and piss and in the open. We see each other and as we piss and shower and cry, we see the other breeders, their clits and pussies. We see our future.

....

The second day around midday, we are rounded up and taken to the Western Campus. We all head out of the breeder dorm and are herded into a small area of lawn. The campus is a little smaller than the eastern campus, so we are gathered into quite a confined area. I am struck by the buildings. They are much grander, many of them done in the ancient style. Only two tall buildings have the large glass panes and chrome of the eastern campus. Everything else is marble and stone. There are lots of statues, all the great naked and erect bulls of Albion dotted around the lawns and walkways. The buildings have scenes of battles and the bulls of Albion down the years that are etched into the stonework. No breeders to be seen, the statues or paintings are all bulls. The beauty of this place is both breathtaking and also shocking.

Each marble bull cock is a reminder of a future for real men. The breeders herded together, our bodies touching, the heat of the day, and of one another, making us sweat. I remember the entrance ceremony where I stood in a grand room part of the proceedings. Now I stand before a raised platform. Marcus and his sweaty arm rubbing mine, someone behind me so close I can feel his cage pressed just below my butt. Every surge his sweat rubs against my back. It is hot, and they leave us for a while as music blasts out. Those horrible anthems and old-style music about bulls, warriors, big cocks, the usual propaganda, all of it a sham to me now.

Warden Borodino walks out to a fanfare and is surrounded by a handful of guards. We are restless and upset. A day ago, we had the illusion of freedom and now this.

"Breeders welcome to the Western Campus. For generations, this campus has produced the finest bulls in all of Albion. You, however, are not bulls, you are mere breeders, you are on your way. Your journey has begun. You will serve the bulls of Albion. You are no longer their equal. Your place in the Academy and beyond will be as breeders. As breeder mothers, breeder pairs, and breeder whores. You no longer have cocks. We have taken that privilege away. You only have oversized clits between your legs now and soon cunts. It is wise to remember this.

"Real bulls are allowed to be free and to grow. Bulls are created by the power of the gods' Golden Nectar. All of our bulls will grow bigger and stronger. They are your masters. You will learn to respect, serve, and obey bulls from this day on. They will fuck you, own you, and breed you. Their potent seed will complete your breeder journey.

This year's bulls are the 97 who truly deserved a place in this hallowed campus. You must look up to these men as bulls while they look down on you as breeders, second-class breeders. I give you the bully boys of today, soon to be the bull men of our future." The warden finishes his speech.

His words are like a gut punch. I can't stand the irony. I want to wretch. The number of times I giggled at Brick calling himself a bully boy and how dumb that sounded, and now I am about to see the men who will shape my future introduced with that phrase. The men who might fuck me. The men who might take and claim me fill me with seed introduced as the bully boys. It isn't funny now.

With that, we see a parade of boys. Aaron, a short brown-haired guy with a very average dick.

"Aaron Hartley. Aaron's bravery won him the Lars Norton award when he was 17. Aiden Norris. Aiden scored 983 in DNA manipulation. Alan Burrows. Alan's gift for creative musicianship....." The Warden drones on as he lists the bulls and their achievements.

The sight of Aiden makes me want to be sick. Aiden and his tiny dick walking across that stage. I try to reach for the part of me that is happy for him, but I struggle. One by one, they march before us in a parade of the average, and yet all of that will change. We already have to look up to them. I think my highest score was 550 for Anatomy. I remember getting home and telling everyone how well I had done. It was Jonas who sneered at me and said Anatomy was something he finished two years ago and scored 845. He then tells everyone how he scored 964 on Applied Mathematics. I can still see myself now. Puffing my chest out and saying to him "nobody needs that stuff anyway, needle dick."

The parade carries on a line of boys. Some are clever, some gifted in some craft and some for reasons that are just bullshit. There is no real rhyme or reason to this, to me at least. A few of the guys are bigger and more muscular, like Aiden, some are scrawny. It is making me ill. I want to push my way out of this hot mass of breeder bitch bodies. I do hear some crying amongst some of us. Us breeders, god I am a breeder. I am caged and stood before the future bulls of Albion. Their bodies will grow, their cocks will lengthen and thicken hooded by their foreskins, they will become strong tall bulls, and right now my dick is cut, marked and set to become nothing more than what the doctor called a big fat clit.

I feel a tear roll down my face and I see Mason. He at least isn't crying, but he sees me and puts his arm around my shoulder to comfort me. His act of kindness is a sign of my weakness. The small gesture comforting a crying breeder. Bulls don't cry, breeders cry. I have a flashback to the doctor holding my severed foreskin. Breeders cry. I hear him say. As I look up, there is Jonas.

Reel out the Great Telescope of Morgan the Inquisitor so we can all see the tiny speck between his legs. Jonas. That smirk, that puny body, those skinny arms, and legs. He catches my eye. I am easy to spot in a crowd and his smirk forms into what I can only call a broad grin. A grin that says I told you so. Another clever one. Jonas the needle dick asshat, scored 80 billion in the how-to-be a smug cunt contest. Liam Connor. Liam won the Bells Koffman scholarship award two years in a row...

I want to scream `bullshit'. What the hell is Bells Koffman? Fuck, this is a joke and it is making me angry, but as he strides onto the stage he looks forlorn. He is not smiling like the others. The sight of him is almost too much and almost takes my breath away. I want to be happy for him, but I am jealous. I should be standing right where he is now. He should be looking up at me hoping and praying I will pick him to be his breeder. He would know in his heart I would pick him and care for him. Now I look at him and don't think I can face the shame.

Our eyes meet for a second, but I can't sustain that and I look away.

It is too much. None of this makes sense to me. The reasons given are so varied. Most are for clever stuff, some gifted for other reasons and some were just bullshit. Only three of them were for some sort of sport. This parade is awful and I had switched off and gone into shock. Every time I looked up at them, some of them with swinging dicks, some of them with dicks barely visible. I would catch Jonas or Liam or Aiden or even some of the others and see their eyes and think they were staring at me and wondering what it would be like to place their bull cocks in my...my...in my cunt. I start sobbing again, but I am not the only one.

What must they see as they look down? Their dicks hanging free. A mass of bodies herded together looking up at them. Crying and wailing in sorrow. We must look pitiful, caged, and marked. They must see us as holes to take and fuck. A mass of future sexual opportunities. Their bodies to be enhanced, ours to be mutilated and changed till we are nothing but cunts, asses, tits, sex toys for their service and pleasure.

We are taken back to the dorm after the horror show and I shower.

Two breeder whores are back from a shift. "I heard there were hardly any big guys in this intake. We had too many big ones," he says to his friend.

"I know we thought we would be bulls because we were big. Fucking place." The other one replies.

"Fuck, I hate the small guys. They usually had someone bully them and they want to take it out on your cunt. Usually, bad fucks overcompensating. Five inches is not a bull cock. I am glad I am not working tonight." The other one replies and I listen to them talk in that catty high-pitched way breeders speak to one another. How long before that is me bitching with my breeder friends about bull cock?

"The whole fucking thing is a crapshoot," The other one replies.

I stand in the water of the shower area. It is busy with caged breeders and yet still subdued. I try to scrub that all away. I scrub but the humiliation, shame and horror won't wash away.

.......

The whores wander around and look at us. Some of them giggle, most just look at us with pity. Pity is the worst, that look from a whore who you fucked, who screamed and creamed on your dick is terrible. They know what's in store, they know your fate, they know who you were and what you are now.

Walking around feeling that heft of my balls and my big dick and the metal cage. It never felt heavier or bigger or more a part of me. I am constantly aware of my locked cock. Even more so than normal and that only makes me aware of what is to become of it.

Zach, Brick, and Gordon are already on whore duty for the winter intake. Gordon is being groomed for the Western Campus. He is talented and at least he will get to be with Aiden, which makes him happy.

Gordon jokes about how great it will be to whore with Aiden when he gets a bigger cock. His baby dick was cute, but it might be a nice change as he gets bigger. A nearby breeder tells him he will get all the cock he can handle. Gordon frowns a little but seems almost accepting of that.

Thank god Thomas isn't here too often. I know I need to speak to him. I thought he was going to be moved on. I speak to Angel about him, and he tells me they found him a place in the admin team. I am dreading seeing the guy I knocked up and is now carrying our baby. I don't want him to see me like this.

Adam is here. He sat with me for a few hours those first few days. I think he was almost as upset as me. He kept saying it is so fucking unfair.

"When they unlock you, can we do it again? You won't get long and trust me, with your reputation, they will all want a piece of you before you are sent to wank yourself crazy," Adam says to me and that makes me smile. He kisses me.

Angel sat with me. I was one of them now. I was a breeder, a part of the breeder hood. I hated that I would be no better than them. A second-class citizen. No credit, no home, a slave either as a whore or as a partner.

My only hope was to find a breeder mate. The thought of getting fucked as a whore scared me. I liked fucking not getting fucked, Well maybe those times with Liam but nobody else. I think of Liam and how he stuck his dick in my ass and I feel my confined cock strain and wonder where he is now?

Would I lie with a man who knew me as I was? Could I face that shame? Every time he gets his big bull dick hard, I will see what I was and he will know what I was. He will squeeze my tits and cum on them knowing I once had finely sculpted pecs. He will stroke my clit and find my scar and know that was my cock. He will tease me and tell me how cute it is and how he prefers me this way and that I am still fucking beautiful to him and every time he does that, a part of me will die.

He will fuck me with his bull cock, his dick finally bigger than mine was and I will scream and squeal as he fills me with his bull butter and knock me up and I will smile and simper and be pleased that he still loves me enough to fuck me. Grateful for his attention. I feel sick and my head spins. I can't be that to Liam. I would rather be a whore. A slave to a thousand boys or men who don't know me.

I wander around and see the gym and the dildo room. There are breeders there. I look at them working their butt cunts and front cunts. Moaning and sweating in those shrill voices. I worry about how mine will change. The air is heavy with breeder funk.

I see that some breeders lie with one another. Angel introduces me to Dane. They are a couple, two breeders together. Angel had told me about Dane but I hadn't met him till now. Dane is hot. He is tall like Angel with long brown hair and they make a great couple. Dane has a little less body art than Angel. His is all forest vines and trees. It is like one big piece of work that isn't quite finished. It is almost like his body has a forest scene with trees and leaves. He has small squirrels and birds and rabbits, even a deer. It reminds me of some sort of child's visi story from the bygone times.

Seeing Angel in his dorm is hard. He is so attractive. I think about that night we fucked. I think about him when I see those long legs and that body. He really is the most stunning of the breeders. I know I will look like that, maybe better I think and stop. I feel my cock strain sometimes when I see him. I saw him getting finger fucked by Dane and that set me off. As I spied on them, my cage leaked heavily.

They both have big tits and are similar in height and both are striking. I keep looking at my chest, wondering when and who the man will be who gives me tits. Some random fuck like I did with Thomas or someone like Liam.

Dane works on the western campus as a whore. He and Angel seem to care about each other and take care of me. They sneak in some wine for me. We get drunk in the evening and Mason joins us. He is upset, as we all are, and I can't seem to process what has happened.

This place is awful. There really is no escape from what has happened. It is small and everything is restricted. I am used to palm swiping, which is a part of life. Even on the eastern campus, some of the back rooms were restricted, parts of the admin building. Now in the breeder dorm, I can't even piss without swiping my palm three times. Palm swipe to the dorm, palm to the shower and toilet block, and all the exits are protected with a palm swipe. You could tailgate someone, but the sensors go off. In the first few days, that was all the fucking time. The gym, canteen, and garden feel more like a prison. Even at school, we could move around, but here we have to palm swipe everywhere.

I see Zach and Brick chatting about getting fucked. They giggle about the new tall boy and his small dick. They laugh at the muscle guy who cums really fast. They are both trying to get to sleep with a guy called Samson, but he goes mainly to the pro bar. Angel looks after Zach and Brick and they adjusted real quick if you ask me.

Zach notices me. "Hey, Brett, sorry they got you. Still, if you get fucked as well as you fucked us two, you will make a great whore. It isn't all that bad when you get used to it," he says, and I just nod and walk away.

I hear him and Brick whisper something and then start laughing. I wince at what their joke may have been. I am sure it was about the man I was and the breeder I will be.

I think about the bulls, Liam especially, and it tears me apart. My breeder bitch Liam that dream is gone. All those bulls getting a bigger cock than what I will end up with. I am pleased for Aiden, and then Jonas. What a waste. None of it makes sense. Jonas will use up gallons of Golden Nectar to turn his shriveled pathetic cock into a bull cock. I would only need to sniff the stuff and bong, Lucas the Great.

I try not to think about that. I feel my cock stuffed and struggling in its cage, a pathetic reminder of only a few days ago.

I mope around but so do a lot of the guys. This is not a happy place or time.

I go to the gym and Mason is in there. I see him and he is a little red-eyed.

"Not going so well?" I say.

"No." He says in that low deep voice. "Hey, don't mind me. You got it worse, can't imagine how you feel. We all thought that you, well..." he smiles at me.

"Don't be stupid, we all got it bad Mason. Look at Zach. He was my friend for years. I mean he could be a cruel fucker, but look at him now gossiping about dick and getting fucked any which way he can. I know, like Angel, Zach is putting on a show. The old Zach is still in there. Maybe he dies a little every day, but he is still there. Angel was a stud. You know he never laid down with a boy. Hell, even I did that with Liam and look at Angel now. You can be as upset as you like around me, otherwise I wouldn't be much of a friend. Come on, I don't feel like doing this, I still have some wine, let's go out the back, get drunk, and talk." I say to Mason.

My pep talk with Mason, such as it is, doesn't help either of us much. But there is some comfort in seeing my muscle friend struggling as much as me. We chat a little. Mason is a quiet person who I mostly just worked out with. I learned more about him over the last of the wine than I had done in months of working out. He told me about his background. His family, they were not that wealthy but comfortable. His bull father had 17 sons. Mason was the youngest, and he already had two bulls, so he didn't have high hopes.

He tells me how he is annoyed at himself for having hope and I smile and tell him about Liam. He laughs and tells me something that makes me think.

"You still have Liam if you want him. The way I look at it it doesn't really matter if you have a dick or pussy if you love someone the way he loves you. I don't know him that well, but I would bet my dick that he would treat you just the same," Mason says.

I think about what he said, and I make the obvious comment about betting a caged dick that is going to be a clit is not much of a bet, but I wonder if he is right.

I hang around my dorm and the garden for the next two days. The session with Mason hadn't really taken the edge off my depression. I sob and cry for the man I was going to be. He would have been something, Brett, the bull, would have been a sight. Brett, the second-class breeder, will be a piece of ass to be stared at, fucked, ornamentation for some bull. A second-class cunt in a world where cunts compete for bull cock 10 to 1. Nothing, a nobody.

Angel finally takes me to one side. I am moping around the outside area of the breeder dorm. It is fairly busy, and I see him walk over to me.

He has that look about him and I see him toss his hair back out of his face. It is really long now. His tits swing freely, the painted body seems to shimmer and his strong arms and muscly legs show how much he is still working out to keep in shape.

His big feet and hands give him a sense of masculinity, but his tits, hair, and that pussy, the tidy clean pussy, and the small clit head poking out of it from time to time scream breeder. His body is smooth all over, not a hair in sight and his pussy has a nice clean look to it. I hope my pussy is more like that than Zach's, I think, and curse myself for my vanity and stupidity for worrying about a pussy I haven't got. But as I see him, I know I will be like that soon enough.

"Hey, honey." He says and kisses me on the cheek.

"Hi Jake," I say. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"So Bretty. Dane has got us some real bourbon tonight. Want to join us?" He says and he stands there looking at me and smiling. He called me Bretty, little cunt did that out of spite because I called him Jake. I know him too well.

"Not like I have anything better to do," I say.

"Well, that is gratitude for you," Angel says.

"Sorry, yes..." I say, but he cuts me off.

"Sorry is right, sorry for yourself. Look at me, look at me, Brett. I am painted head to toe with shitty angels and cherubs. I have legs and tits for days and a cunt that has seen more dick than I ever thought possible. I get it, this is shit. The whole thing is shit. But you need to start to survive Brett. It is time." He says.

"What do you mean it is time?" I say rolling my eyes.

"You are a breeder now honey..."

"No Angel, not this, not a pep talk please," I say, cutting him off.

He puts his hand under my chin and squeezes it.

"Yes, now you big dumb shit. Right now. Look, I am not going to tell you to be happy. I am not going to say look at Zach because he is fucking crazy. That boy will crash at some point, but I am going to tell you to start thinking about you. You haven't eaten for days. I know, I get the nutri bot reports. You are living on the protein they dish out. You have been here less than a week and next week they unlock you and you get to fuck yourself silly while you still can and you look like shit," Angel says.

"I don't look that bad," I say.

"Yes, Brett. Yes, you do. All the breeders are asking if you are OK. They are worried about you. Kind, sweet, handsome Brett, the best fuck they had and you look like shit. So here is what you are going to do, Brother dearest. Start going to the gym properly with Mason. Have some meals. The food here isn't great, but it is better than what we had at school. Smarten yourself up because one day and not that far off you will see Liam."

"I don't care ab...." I get cut off this time.

"Oh yes, you fucking do, you lying little shit. You do care. You might not want him, but when you see him you want to look amazing. You want him to be hard as all hell when he sees you. You want that power over him even if it is just for your own satisfaction. I know you, Brett. You can't walk past a pane of glass without checking your own reflection. You are vain, Brett, and for so many years growing up together, that was quite frankly annoying, but it will save you in here. Just remember that," he says.

"You are horrible to me sometimes," I say.

"Yeah, your cunty brother. Well, if you want to see Liam or any bull and have them, think fuck, Brett. Poor Brett, he looks terrible and have him or any of them feel sorry for you carry on. Poor Brett, he used to be something. Now he looks a mess. Is that what you want? Don't fucking answer that. I know you want any of them, Aiden, Jonas, Liam, to see you and think fuck. Fuck, Brett was hot before, but now he is the best-looking breeder ever and you will be if you want. So yes, now is the time." Angel stops.

"I...well...I don't want to be ugly Angel," I say.

"Then fucking sort yourself out," Angel says.

I know he is right to appeal to my vanity. I know I do want that, even if a part of me is ashamed of what Liam will see. I want him to want me even if he can't have me. I want him to want me because I want him. I don't want to be ugly.

"So how much bourbon has Dane got?" I say and smile.

"Enough. But unless you have a meal, and I mean a proper meal, and then work it off in the gym with that friend of yours, there will be more than enough for Dane and me." Angel says.

"OK," I say.

He kisses me on the cheek, and I head off and grab a meal.

(Chapter 24.) Unlocked.

The Doctor takes off the cage. This isn't the psycho Doctor who cut me. But still pretty sinister.

He smiles at me as the metal tube is released. He fusses around, and I think he can tell I want to see. I want to see my butchered penis. I won't give him the satisfaction.

He looks at the scar and manhandles my cock. It feels so fucking sensitive that I wince as he works the shaft. He squeezes the head of my cut cock, and I let out a little groan of pain and he smiles.

"Dr. Anderson did a great job on you," he says, and chuckles. "You can go. Just remember it still works like a cock for now. But it is cut now. It is a clit now. Fuck with it, jerk with it, but it is still a cut breeder clit. Just remember that," the Doc says and smiles.

"Yes sir," I say.

I know from what Angel and Adam told me that they will take us to the jerking room in groups. I can have my cock for a week or a month. They usually process the breeders pretty quickly.

They do tend to do things in first-name alphabetical order. I will be one of the first, but I can only hope that I will be later rather than sooner. I know I am just putting off the inevitable. My dick is cut. They already pumped me with Blue Narcissus. I am in the breeder center on my way to getting a cunt. Either way, I will have a cunt in three months no matter what.

I walk from the med bay back to the breeder dorm and head to the back area. It is quiet and private around there. As I walk, I feel almost normal. My newly released cock slaps against my legs as I walk and my balls flop around.

It is as normal as I can feel with half the skin flayed from my cock. The sensation of my bare head striking my legs is bizarre. Until this point in my life, the only time my dick head has touched anything is when I'm hard and aroused. Now it's just all the time and with each step.

I can almost pretend none of this is happening. I could live with a cut cock, they don't have to change me, they could stop now. I heard they have done that once or twice. I even heard about one guy who was cut and painted and ended up as a bull, his foreskin restored, the paint removed, but that is not the norm.

I stand in the warm early evening air. Two breeders are talking but I don't care. I see them looking at me. I turn away and sit down crossed-legged on the grass. I look down between my legs and see it.

I see what they did to my beautiful dick up close for the first time. I look at the head, and it is still shiny but seems to have lost a little sheen. I grab it and run my fingers over the long veiny shaft. I run my hand around the scar. The scar is halfway down the shaft and there is a tonal change in the skin above and below it, and the tone of the thick scar is different again.

I feel the raised ugly scar. It is so visible and jagged and thick. I never saw one quite like this before. I hadn't seen many, only the breeders in the eastern campus, but this is something else. Almost like the top of my dick has been grafted onto me. The scar is like a joint in my dick. My dick, a part of me I know intimately, is so alien and different now.

I stroke it and it feels wrong. The scar is thick; it feels coarse and sensitive. It almost feels good as I rub it. Strange how my dick feels best halfway down the shaft on that part. How will it feel compressed as part of my clit?

There is a thin bubble of pre, now forming at the slit, and I stroke it again, and my cock springs to life. The skin feels tight and sore, strained and stretched. It feels almost painful. My dick still works, that is something at least. However, my hardness now makes the whole thing feel too tight.

I trace my fingers up and down the shaft of my hard painful dick. It feels like it is bursting.

I feel the scar tissue again and circle around the shaft and I look at the breeders. They are staring at me. "Hey, honey you are Brett, aren't you?" The dark-skinned one says. The other one, who is blonde and a little short and fat, smiles.

"We know who you are, Angel's brother Brett. Me and Simon here work on the western campus. We heard stories about you," The dark one says.

They walk over. The dark one has a small set of tits. He is tall and athletic, not too muscular. The blonde Simon is short and fat but has huge pale tits and massive pink nipples. His skin is pale like Liam's.

"Yes. That was me," I say.

"You still got your dick for another week, maybe more," the darker one says as he sits down.

Simon moves around me and sits in front of me. He squeezes his tits together, smiles at me and winks. "Have you had anyone since you got here? Or did they just take the cage off just now?"

"No. Just now," I say and look at him confused. But I get they are just trying to be seductive.

"Well, that seems a shame to me. Doesn't that seem a shame to you, Felix," Simon says?

"A real shame?" I feel Felix rub his hand down my back and kiss my neck.

"Now honey, we can take care of that. It is going to feel different, but we can help out a breeder," Simon says as his thick fat fingers cup my balls and then linger like feathers up the shaft of my painfully hard cock.

His fingers gently caress the scar, and I feel my tight hard erection twitch.

I look down as he continues to stroke my cock. I can't help but notice how bulbous the head is. This is only accentuated as he runs his fingers around the head of my cock.

"Big. Nice and big. You think you can take us both on," Felix asks?

I feel something wet on my cock and Simon has wiped some of his pussy juice onto my dick. "Simon, you could get his dick wet another way," Felix coos from behind me.

I see the blonde Simon look at me. "Oh fucking hell Felix, I was working up to that," he says petulantly.

I see Simon lean down and start to lick my cock and as he does, it feels almost too sensitive. The painful exposed bell end shudders as he works his mouth over it. It is almost unpleasant as he runs his tongue around the ridge. He looks up at me, and he knows what he is doing. "Sensitive isn't it," he asks?

He leans forward and engulfs my freshly cut dick in his mouth and I am relieved at how good it feels, almost normal. The slight discomfort of the skin stretched so tight is new, but Simon's mouth feels good as he works up and down my shaft.

Felix kisses me and soon Simon is ready. He rolls a condom down my long fat cock and he lays out in front of me with his wet pussy ready.

I crawl forward and rub my dick over his clit. I shudder that I will have one soon enough. I will have a fat breeder clit and a wet pussy but for now, I still have a dick. Not really my dick, but a cut dick, and I slam into him and he moans.

I fuck him slowly at first, but soon I get a good speed going and he groans. The moans, those noises are off-putting. I can't shake the feeling that I will sound like that one day sooner than I would like. My dick also feels different, not as different as I expected, just somehow off, maybe not as sensitive.

He tells me to fuck him hard, and I look over and see Felix rubbing his fat wet cut clit and smiling. "Doing good baby boy," he says to me, and I fuck Simon harder.

Soon I can see Simon is getting close. My deep thrusts are doing their job. I look down on him and dive into him hard.

He cums, he spews his bitch batter onto me and screams loudly. I want to cry. I see myself in that pose and it makes me almost want to cry, but I don't. I take off the condom and fuck Felix raw in his ass and he moans and coos and I feel it now. I really feel the difference now that my foreskin isn't building up the friction in him and on me. I have to work harder, try new angles and I do and that gets him, but not me. I am close but not quite.

It feels good, just not the same. I have a week, maybe more of having this cut dick and I am going to spend time trying to get it just right. I worry I will spend more time this week learning to fuck with my new tool rather than just enjoying it and curse with frustration. I pump furiously and my shaft builds up a pressure not in the head, but more along the whole shaft and it feels strange. My whole dick is sensitive now, but he cums and changes the angle.

I am so close. I ask if either of them wants more and Felix wants me in his cunt and they get another condom and I fuck him. I am sweating and pumping and he is cumming again. His long dark tanned legs splay out to let me enter him fully and I do and he creams on my dick with a loud piercing shriek of pleasure. The strong thighs wrap around my back, his shaking body trembles and, finally, my dick blows and the head feels tender and the shaft is alive in a way it never used to be and I finally get to the finishing post, spent.

They giggle and clap and kiss me. We head inside and shower. I see them speaking to Angel and laughing.

It is a strange feeling. It was the first time I fucked two breeders knowing I am on my way to being one myself. My cock felt different, but it was more than that. It was their breeder smell, one that I used to find a turn on that would be me soon. The way Simon squirted and looked so shocked like a bitch should when they do that. How long before I am that bitch? I think about their voices, their tits, the way they moaned and loved getting fucked. For a while, I almost felt normal, but there was nothing normal about that, not for me. I need to shower.

...

Angel joins me in the shower, and I watch him clean out his pussy. My mind can't help but conjure the image of Jake as he once was. The older brother I'd seen in the showers growing up. The boy standing there under the water with his long intact cock dangling between his legs. But the memory fades and now Angel is standing in front of me, a painted breeder with the tidy slit where his cock used to hang. Those fat fucking tits and that face and the blonde hair wet and darker now framing his strong face. I love how his pussy is so simple a slit. He is one of the breeders who does not have his clit poking out unless he is aroused and a small slither of head peeks out. The pussy lips are closed tight and tidy usually. Just a slight line hiding everything behind. I hope mine is like his.

I get hard looking at him. He looks at me and I look at him and he rubs his pussy and I look into his eyes.

I grab a towel and dry off and walk out of the dorm and round the back of the dorm and I turn and he is there.

"Jake no," I say as he walks towards me.

"Oh yes baby brother," Angel says and grabs my hand. He takes me back inside and to a small room. He puts his palm on the door, and it opens.

"My office. They call it Angel's Room," Angel says to me. It is a small room with a visi screen, a few e-tabs, a desk, and some chairs.

"Jake. I err." He pulls me into the room and closes the door.

He stands there, his long hair still wet and I see that the clit is engorged and bigger and almost poking out like a small head peeking behind the curtains. I stare at it afresh, the sad imitation of the dick he once had. I can't tell if it is cunt juice or water running down the inside of his left thigh. However, it is clear what he wants as he stares at my rock-hard, tight-cut cock.

"Not Jake baby brother, I am Angel," he says and grabs my hard cock and squeezes the end, and it hurts and I start to go soft until he kisses me on the mouth.

His hot breath on mine. I look into his eyes. They are my eyes. Those blue eyes, that face almost mine. I see myself in him and then he guides my raw bare cock towards his hot empty needy cunt. I push him back against the wall and thrust up and into him in one lucky move. My raw cut cock inside his wet hole. This is the first and possibly last pussy I will fuck raw. The feeling of my brother's twat stretched on the dick he envied for years feel amazing. I feel how soft and smooth his once hairy skin was.

"Fuck me baby one more time," he says in that low sultry breeder voice, and I do. I love his fat tits. I squeeze them and tweak his long teats as I pull down and thrust back up into his needy breeder whore cunt.

I fuck him for an age. My already spent balls, my strangely sensitive, almost painful dick, can give him everything he wants and needs and he takes it every way. Doggy, Reverse Cowboy, Missionary. I pile drive that tight wet breeder cunt, I suck on his huge feet and toes and if I thought before I could see myself it is nothing compared to what I see now. I can almost feel what he is feeling. The muscle brother I worshiped growing up big, tall, and strong. Now on his back, his breeder bitch pussy stuffed full of cock. A cock bigger than his was, a brother taller than he was, and stronger.

He begs for more. He tells me how good my cock is. How big it feels. He tells me how fucking hot it is to have my cock in him. So much bigger than he ever was. He tells me how he envied how big my cock got. How envious he was over my muscles and how big I got and now he is enjoying every inch of my dick in his cunt. He cries and screams at me. He tells me he is a bitch now and loves my cock, and I hate and love it.

The shame, the pain, the horror, the deep sexual need we share all of that. He finally erupts his fem cum and looks at me shocked, disgusted, and ecstatic at the evidence that his baby brother just made him cum and the evidence is washing down his slick abs. I pound down into his contorted body, bent over as he is taking me deep into his cunt. His eyes are still rolling in his head and then he looks back at his fem cum. His face burns with shame and pleasure.

"Fuck Brett. You are so good at this. The best fuck ever," he says as he wipes his fem cum and sniffs it, and licks his fingers. He inhales his bitch smell and pants. I feel his cunt tremble, and he is turning himself on with his own bitch stink.

We are lost in horror and pleasure at what we are doing. "Fuck me hard and nut in me. Nut in my cunt Brett. Let me feel you fill me with your seed," he begs, and I pound him. I blast deep inside of him, my cock butter floods him and he cries with sorrow and happiness and I collapse on top of him.

I hear him laugh. I pull out of him. He lets loose a volley of wet fuck farts, and I see my spunk spew out of my brother. I see him stroke his cut clit. He strokes it tenderly and shudders in the afterglow.

He runs a finger around my cock and along the scar. He looks at me.

"Sorry, Brett. I just wanted to. It was...." Angel says.

"Don't be. I am not sorry at all and neither should you be. This is all fucked up. All of it." I kiss him, and we bask in our own shame for a while. We sit, and I hold him and touch his breasts and see his fat teats perk up. I get hard again and we fuck more and eventually spent we shower. He cleans my dried cum off his tits where I coated him with my nut butter.

I pray to god I haven't knocked him up. I came raw in his hole a few times. I watch him as we shower and he watches me and we smile at one another. Our bond somehow deepened by what we just did.

....

(Chapter 25.) Almost normal.

The week is so different. I am not the only one fucking. There is a lot of that going on, 900 unlocked fresh breeders on a desperate last mission. Some of the guys have been to the western campus and eastern campus with breeder whores. They go down the back corridors and use empty rooms as a special treat. I asked Angel about that, and he advised against it.

He said it was safe enough when you got your full pussy but they tend to look out for guys at this time of the cycle especially when they are low on whores. Our intake was pretty low. Angel has made sure I get enough attention, and I make the most of it so much so my sensitive cock is chafing a little.

There is one thing I still haven't done, however, a morbid curiosity makes me want to really inspect my dick on my own. The one moment I get where I am alone. I wake up with a raging boner. It is very early. I shower and head outside. The small communal area is quiet, but I go around the back of the dorm.

I have brought some lube with me, and I sit down on the bench. It doesn't take me long to get hard again and I need to apply lube which in itself is strange. My dick feels so different in my hand, and I still have the taught feeling of the skin being too stretched.

I begin to stroke my cock, and it still feels so strange. The rubbing of my foreskin on my glans is gone and so is that sensation.

I lube both my hands and run one up and over my glans and then another. It is like learning to ride a bike again. The pressure on my glans as I run a hand over up the shaft swiftly followed by the other hand feels good.

I love how big it feels. I was never really one for a two-handed jerk; it was just not the way I learned. Of course, I would do it occasionally for variation, but it wasn't my thing. Maybe now it is the way to go. As I get the sensation of the scar and my cock head, this two-handed way starts to feel good. One hand to focus on the head, one to focus on my scar. It makes me feel really fucking big. Which I am, but the fact I can do this impresses me and appeals to my ego.

It takes me a while to get off, just like the sex, but when I do the sensation in my dick feels just as good. I fool myself that I still have a cock as I clean the cooling spunk off my belly. I get up and feel almost normal. My dick hangs down. I just had a jerk where I caressed the full length of my long 10 inch cock and it hit me. It won't be 10 inches much longer and then it won't even be a cock.

The week wouldn't have been complete without one last fuck with Adam, and I had two with him. I am quite fond of Adam. He is a little too into me, which given how vain I am should appeal. Sometimes he acts like a fan and I am unsure, but he is a great fuck. He tells me I can do him raw. He tells me how jealous of Thomas he is.

"I fucking introduced you to him Bretty. He got your baby and those great tits from your cock. Every time I look at him I get jealous and my pussy tingles," Adam says and giggles.

"I know you don't want to be a whore like me. I get it. But we would make a great couple though, like Dane and Angel, we could eat each other out. Peg each other," Adam says to me.

I wonder if I will end up bumping pussies with another breeder. I must stop thinking like that; I haven't got a pussy yet.

"As tempting as the offer of ending up bumping pussies with you is, I will pass," I say to Adam.

"Oh, it is such a shame. SO unfair. I bet when you get one you change your mind. Rubbing breeder boy clits with you, oh dreamy," Adams says as he rolls the condom onto my dick for more of my cock.

"Bet you think we would get matching tattoos?" I say.

"Of course. Oh fuck that feels so good," he says sliding onto my dick.

"Yeah, now ride it hard bitch. While you still can," I say to Adam as I pump into him.

"Such a fucking shame," he says as he strokes his clit and fucks himself on my cock.

....

(Chapter 26.) Daddy Brett.

I know they are starting the jerking room tomorrow. That is the word amongst the breeders, and I know I will be done early and I don't know what to do to stop it. This last week I have felt almost normal again.

I am coming out of the gym freshly showered, and Thomas is there.

"Hello Brett," he says.

"Thomas. I...how are you?"

He gives me a stare and then his face melts and Thomas speaks. "I am fine. I have been avoiding you. I didn't know what to say. I behaved badly. I nearly had you cut that night and when I saw my tits. I wanted you to pay and it was an accident and this." He runs a hand over his fat pregnant belly. He is nearly six months.

"Awkward. I know. I didn't know what to say either. I am genuinely sorry," I say.

"Don't be. It wasn't anybody's fault and you were one of a handful of boys that showed me any kindness. I hope you have a better time with the men than I did," Thomas says and smiles at me.

He is still hairy, and his fat furry belly is distended with our growing child.

"So no hard feelings," I say.

"Well it would seem you have one hard feeling," Thomas says to me.

I look down and I am rock hard. The thought of him carrying our baby has me all worked up. Just knowing how my spunk gave him tits and a baby makes me feel strangely aroused.

"Sorry," I say looking down at my cut engorged cock. "Hard now but who knows for how much longer?"

"Long enough I hope," Thomas says and moves towards me. "This doesn't feel sorry. It feels big and hard," Thomas starts to lightly stroke my cock.

"Want to feel," Thomas says and he grabs my hand? He runs it slowly over the taut skin of his belly.

I pull my hand away and kiss him, and he melts into me. We kiss passionately and he moans as I kiss him and gently probe his cunt with my fingers.

"One last fuck daddy?" Thomas says in that breathy breeder voice. "For old-time sake," he adds and smiles at me.

"That would be good," I say.

"I fucking hope so. I don't fuck a lot of guys and in a way, I have you to thank for that," he giggles and blushes.

He takes my hand "Come on then the special treatment," He says.

"Angel's Room?" I say.

"Yes, Angel's Room." We head off to the office of Angel's room.

He opens the door which is left ajar and closes it. I feel a sense of deja vu.

"You planned this then? That door is normally palm protected," I ask?

"I might have," he says coyly and grins. I think back to that time that I fucked my brother in here. My dick twitches and I want Thomas right now.

"Sit down over there," he says. I sit down on one of the chairs in the office.

"Not like that, spread those fucking legs," he says.

I look at him and think about how I did the same thing to him before I ate his cunt out. He kneels down between my spread legs and lifts himself up.

He grabs a bottle of lube from the desk and pours it down his cleavage and looks at me and grins.

He leans forward and slides my dick between his fat fucking tits. The furry skin of his tits and the lube feel so good on my hard cock.

He squeezes his tits together and begins to rub them up and down on my dick.

"These are great fucking tits aren't they?" He says still grinning.

"Yes. They feel fucking amazing," I say.

He works his hairy orbs faster, and he is giving me a furry tit wank, my dick head poking out the top but only momentarily as the fleshy orbs swallow my rock hard cock.

"You gave me these tits. Do they feel good on your cock daddy?" he says.

"OH fuck yes," I pant.

He wanks my cock faster and harder.

"Yeah, you feel so fucking good between my big fucking tits. Your big fucking cock in my tits makes me so fucking wet," he purrs. It is sexy and seeing the pussy tattoo that spreads over his tits, hearing his purr only adds something.

"Shit Thomas. Fuck." I think how he has changed, this isn't the shy guy I knocked up. He is in charge and really fucking sexy.

"Yeah, daddy likes these titties. They are his titties, daddy's big tits wanking his huge fat cock. Makes me so fucking wet," Thomas coos.

His dirty talk is making this too much. I don't hold back much longer and my cock coats his tits and face with cum and he smiles.

He looks down at my spunk dribbling down the cat's face. "Seems my tit pussy finally got some of daddy's cream." He says and laughs.

He lies back on the floor, and I get off the chair and kiss him and stroke his belly.

"That was a surprise, not what I was expecting," I say.

"I feel comfortable with you. That time you ate me out I was shitting myself. Your cock was so big, and I just thought you were going to fuck me hard and dry with that big dick," Thomas says and chuckles.

"You want me to eat you out again?" I ask.

"If you didn't I would be fucking disappointed, but I want you to fuck me first," Thomas says and chuckles.

He rolls a condom over my cock. I know another raw load in his cunt will make him lose his fur. I don't question it as he checks it closely before I put it in him. I am surprised by how tender he is with me and how emotional I feel knowing he is carrying my baby. When he rides me, I stroke his belly and his tits and clit and I know how much I have changed him. I spew my sheathed load deep in him and he rolls off me but not until he coated me in his breeder butter when he came riding my hard cock.

I crawl down to his soaking wet cunt and look at his gape. He smells fucking good and I eat him out. I love the smell of his wet breeder cunt and his furry thick dark bush grinding into my face. His breeder squeals get me going, and he cums pulling my head onto his clit.

I run my hand down his chest over his furry mounds. I move to his clit and stroke it.

"Thomas, can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"What does it feel like?" I say running my hand over his clit.

"Why are you asking me and not Adam?" He says.

"Well, the first time we met you were so scared you told me how unhappy you were but you also said well you used to be like me, you know big and all. Adam would just tell me it is great, and I will love the way it feels but you. Well, I think you will tell me the truth," I say.

He rolls onto his back and spreads his legs. He pulls the top of his skin up around his clit and I get a good view of it.

He takes my hand. "See this here the head is real sensitive, so sensitive like your dick only like 100 times more so. Catch it or knock it in the wrong way and it hurts. It isn't nice at all when you get it wrong and you will and so will other guys. Then feel down the shaft, feel the coarse bit of skin that is the scar and it feels nice when I run my hands over that. The thing is, it needs to be done slowly. Gently at first, real easy and gentle. See it twitch. That is hard for me and is as hard as I will ever be. He takes the flesh tube of his one inch clit.

See it is not hard like a dick, but I can feel it throb, buzz and pulse. It is firmer now because it is aroused but it is still so squishy. In my mind it is hard but in my hand, it isn't. Then you can jerk it a little ever so slowly and when you get it just right you can go faster. See," He says, and he starts to really rub and play with it. "It likes that, really likes that and now it wants to be rubbed, really fucking hard. It needs it, see how wet that is making me. Ohh fuck," he says.

He opens the palm of his hand and starts slapping his cunt entrance with one hand and rubbing the tube of clit flesh between his thumb and forefinger of his other hand. "There, see feels good now really fucking good. Like the whole thing is on fucking fire." Thomas moans and palms his pussy and plays real hard and bucks, his tits shake then he cums. I see his wet slimy cunt he really is sexy. He lies panting and sweating a little.

I look at him. "Thing is Brett you knew all that. I know you did. Nobody who ate me out the way you did, didn't have some idea. That isn't what you want to know. Well, Adam is right, it does feel great and you will love it. That is my problem. I hate that I love it. I still haven't gotten over that thing of having that clit where my cock was. Having a wet empty cunt to be fucked instead of doing the fucking. I have to be with the right person. Otherwise, I just hate all of it. You will miss your dick. I do every day. You will get horny and have nothing to fuck with. You will want to get fucked. You will be sad and you will fight it," He says rolling onto his side.

"Right now Brett I want to get fucked and I will love it and I want you to fuck me raw," He says.

"But your hair you will lose your body hair," I say.

"Brett baby. I am six months knocked up, and any pretending I am not a breeder is done for me. Cum in my hole. Fuck me please Brett. I want you in me raw, You can't knock me up again. Please," he says.

I fuck him hard and long and he squirts again and screams. The air is heavy with his scent, his arousal and his high-pitched squeals still seem strange on this hairy bear of a breeder. His words ring in my ears and I cum in his hole.

We lie next to each other soaked in sweat and his bitch juice.

"Brett,when you get your cunt, and if I am still around, do you think well maybe we can play together a little? I do quite like breeders and you are hot, full stop. I have a Breeder friend Simon I sort of like, but ah well it is difficult. I play with him quite a lot, but he plays around with a lot of everyone and isn't a good person," he says and I pause. Adam asked me this as well. I don't want to think about that, bumping pussies with other breeders, I can't think about that. My cum is still leaking out of Thomas, and he is already thinking about working a cunt I haven't got and don't want. However, there is something about Thomas. I feel comfortable with him.

"I don't really want to think about that. Maybe. Will you be gentle with me, though?" I say.

"Only at first then I will ride you like a bull. Come on, I need a shower," Thomas says.

We take a shower and I see that as I soap him down his chest and leg hair rolls away. His chin loses its dark shadow and he looks young. He is losing all his body hair. His thick brown fur just falls away, and he looks so much younger with each blast of water.

"You changed me again," he says and kisses me, and I stroke his bald cunt and run my hands over his silky soft smooth skin.. His cat artwork on his body is more noticeable now. His hairless body has a sheen from the water. His nice tidy clit looks even more inviting now it is bald.

He rides me again as I fuck him raw in the shower, some people see but nobody cares, and I cum inside him. I worry that I will be in trouble for taking him like that, but nothing happens. It is one of those things I will never mention again. I might be a fucking breeder, but I don't want to be a whore. Mostly I worry that is my last fuck with my dick.

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(Chapter 27.) The jerking room.

I have been free from my cage for a week. I fucked and jerked for a week. Angel, Adam, Thomas and so many others my cock is sore. However, as I feared I am called to the jerking room on the first day. The med bot gives me a shot. I feel giddy. It feels like Cobra Blood but really fucking strong like the stuff Mark had and maybe even stronger. My dick springs to life and is harder than ever. My mind fogs with lust worse than ever.

My head buzzes my dick throbs and I look at the other guys. Maybe 20 of us are in the room. There are small bottles of lube scattered around the room and there are boxes of Cum Rags.

There is not much else in the room 20 horny boys all raring to go and nobody wanting the end result. I feel the effects of the Cobra Blood or whatever it is. Fuck I am so hard. I try not to, but I just grip the shaft of my dick which is leaking. I hold it and it still feels so strange, the head feels super sensitive and I stroke the shaft and it feels wrong. I can't do this, I can't jerk away my manhood but I feel so fucking horny.

I think back to Gordon and his story of this room. My dick is throbbing and I know that this is the next few days. This is the last time my dick will harden. I think about Thomas and his clit boner and how squishy it was and that will be me tugging a clit calling it hard and knowing the loss of the burning rod of iron between my hands right now. My big 10 inch dick reduced to a fucking breeder clit. I want to cry, but the only thing weeping right now is the precum from my dick.

I look over at Brandon, one guy I know from the gym. He is already jerking his cock. He has put lube on his hands and shaft and is jerking away.

My dick feels so painfully hard, and I see some of the other guys start and I cave in. I grab the lube and put it on my hands back to the shaft of my cock. I coat myself in slick gel over and over. I grab more lube and repeat. It feels so strange. It is right what Gordon said, it is like a whole new dick. My wonderful foreskin is gone, and soon the rest of my dick will be gone with it.

I tug and jerk in the old way but that only hurts and feels wrong. I had two jerks with my new cock before today and I applied a different pressure using longer strokes. I feel more sensation in the lower part of the shaft rather than the end. I do the two-handed motion of long quick strokes one after the other, focusing on the base of the shaft, a firm hard grip up and over, up and over. Caressing my bell end with a flourish of each stroke.

I cum fairly quickly and the cum pools on my hands and belly and chest. I start to cry. I am jerking away my ability to ever get hard again. My mutilated cock will never feel like this when I get out of this place.

I go to take a piss and notice the guy next to me has a much smaller dick. His dick is pointing straight up. Unlike mine. I am joined by another guy, Brandon. He's like me, his dick points out, not up. My boner means I struggle a little with the flow of piss. The guy next to me loses his grip on his cock and his piss flies everywhere.

"Sorry." He says.

"Piss boner won't be a problem much longer," Brandon says.

He is right. I struggle and finish pissing. Brandon is right. This place will rid us of ever having piss boner, morning wood, or any kind of wood for that matter.

I am ready to jerk again all too soon. I hate my new dick. I won't even have this much longer. I pause for a while, exhausted, covered in sweat, cum, and tears. I am taken away. I had barely noticed they took the boys away and brought them back.

I am carted off to the med bay. They strap me down. The Doctor sticks a metal device down my dick, and it hurts just after it goes in. It sinks deeper down my piss slit and eases down deep into my hard cock until it won't seem to go any further. Then they take readings of god knows what.

"Yep coming along nicely." They injected me a few times. My dick springs to life harder than ever. I spring to life and the exhaustion abates. I am high on something. I want to shout `I am not coming along nicely, this is my fucking dick you are messing with,' but I don't.

The jerking carries on. Pissing, jerking, fucking; Brandon lets me take his ass a few times and I only stop to drink water. I even sleep at one point, but that doesn't last. I am back in the med bay again, and I have lost track of almost anything. No sense of time. It feels like days but I just don't know.

"This one is nearly done." I hear a voice.

"Give him the Nexodrol then." I look around and it is Doctor Anderson.

"But that is..." The doctor who is looking at me is interrupted.

"I said give him the fucking Nexodrol." Doctor Anderson's raised voice is fearsome. This is the bastard that cut me.

"Yes sir," He says to Doctor Anderson.

"Well pissy breeder bitch Brett. Look at you now. Nexodrol for you to get you on your way faster than the other boys. Then I have a few other surprises for you," Doctor Anderson says to me and then grabs my rock-hard dick. He runs a thumb over the scar. "Fuck that is one of my best pieces of work." He chuckles and lets go of my cock.

I am taken back for more furious jerking. My dick hurts, my body aches and my need for release just doesn't seem to end, if anything it gets worse. An itch that can't be successfully scratched.

On the next visit back to the med bay I feel horrible. Doctor Anderson is still there.

"How is it coming along?" Doctor Anderson asks the other doctor who just jabbed me.

"He is almost done, the tissue is degrading. Erection functionality won't last much longer. See, give it a squeeze," says the other Doctor.

Doctor Anderson grabs my dick again and squeezes it. "Indeed yes, it has a little bit of give in it. Not quite the rod of iron anymore. Funny how the bigger ones do go first. Isn't it?" says Doctor Anderson."Oh dear, Brett, enjoy your last few hours of boners. I will see you in a few weeks. I hope to give you that nice big fat clitty I promised you. A sad reminder of your old cock and a welcome sign hanging over the entrance to your wet cunt. Send him back," Doctor Anderson says, but not before giving my cock one last painful squeeze.

I am taken back and that overwhelming need in my cock to cum even though now it is sore to touch and I have to work it lightly. I pour some more lube onto my dick. I am horny as fuck but it feels like a tube of flesh. I run the lube up and down the shaft and on my hands.

It feels like pins and needles in my cock like someone else is stroking it. For a while, it feels good again. It is a strange sensation. My dick throbs and I work it and the pain and sensitivity is replaced by something else, a strange almost numbness and yet there is just enough pleasure in what I am doing and just enough crazy driven horniness to carry on.

I work it, and I notice it is less firm. When I squeeze it in my hands. The shaft does have more give in it. It starts to feel good again, the pain has gone. It feels strange and good as I slide up and down my dick and I cum a small trickle of almost clear liquid. My balls are drained.

The more I carry on the less firm it feels. Another orgasm this time a little whiteness to it. I stop for a while. I drink some water and find that the piss boner is gone. It is still hard, but it isn't pointing out quite the same way. There is less resistance, less bone in my boner. I'm only semi-hard and not at my full 10 inches anymore.

I carry on stroking and tugging, stopping and starting. It feels strangely better than ever. Tender maybe but the feeling of pins and needles is there and it feels strangely good and I can't seem to find the release I want.

The give in my dick is more and more evident to me with each passing stroke and squeezing it is like squeezing soft play putty. I feel the pre ooze out of me. I know I am fucking horny and yet somehow my dick won't respond. It feels different not only from the feel of the scar down the shaft the way the skin won't scroll back and forth. But the lack of a boner is increasingly evident and yet somehow I know I am as hard as I can be.

I sob a little more as the guy next to me is desperately stroking and tugging what is clearly a flaccid spent cock. He looks at me with real sadness and before I know it he is taken away.

I knew I was heading that way and it has the heft and length of a big cock yet it won't get hard and I tug furiously but to no avail. I am still crazy horny and I tug but this dick won't respond. It is spent, done, a big fat long and soft piece of skin and flesh. I have jerked my boner away. I want to sob but am too tired. I have a piss funnel, a useless piece of soft flesh. I go to the piss wall and piss with ease. That is all it is good for now.

I sit back down and stare at my fat cut cock. It is not getting hard. I stroke it and I caress it and tug and pull and cry a little more. And I know I am done, the last few days of jerking are over. My days of ever jerking my cock are over. It is a clit. It will never fuck again.

I think about Gordon and what he said and Angel and now I can feel it my fat fucking dong is useless to me now.

I grunt desperately, and it is starting to hurt me now and as painful and tender as it is I somehow refuse to accept it. I am horny, I know I am fucking horny. The skin feels sore and tender, the pins and needles are gone. I tug, stroke, and pull and I feel the sweat pouring into my eyes. I end up tugging the soft cock. Desperate to get it hard, to feel even any sort of boner, even a little chub, and I hurt myself as I yank it.

"Fucking Get Hard. I don't want a cunt. I don't want a fucking clit," I scream.

I feel my muscles in my arms ache and nothing and more lube and then they come for me. As they lift me up I feel my soft cut dick swing down between my legs. Never to get hard again.

....

(Chapter 28.) Brett's Bloom.

I slept for 24 hours and when I woke up I felt horny. My dick; I grab it and it feels strange, still tender and the end is slick with pre. But no morning wood. I am horny without a fucking horn. I squeeze it again just to check and it is still sore and tender. I tug at it for a while and there is no sign of hardness, just tender soft flesh.

I stand up and walk, and my cock and balls hang down between my legs and swing about as I walk to the shower like they always have. That's all they'll ever do again, swing soft and useless. At least until they pull up inside of me, too small to even swing.

Maybe it isn't true I tell myself, pushing those thoughts away but I know it is. I sit down to take a piss and look down at my soft cock hanging down. I am sitting down to take a bitch piss. I am starting to feel a sense of shame now, a real burning sense of shame about what I am becoming.

I shower and clean myself up and see Adam. His legs and ass are covered in roses and his back. He really is colorful to look at, and they somehow suit him.

"How are you feeling babe?" he asks. I look at him and he smiles at me.

"Fucking awful," I say, and he puts his hand on my back.

"It is hard. It is difficult. You will adjust as we all do," he says.

He cleans out his pussy and lingers over his clit as he showers and I feel something but my dick doesn't respond.

The rest of the day is pretty much the same. I work out with Mason who is maybe still a week or so away from his visit to the jerking room. I see him get hard at one point when he is working out. I get really jealous of his hard dick. His dick hard is as long as mine is soft, but hard he can fuck with that thing and I can't ever do that again.

He is looking at one of the breeder whores on a running machine and I get a pang of jealousy as I take in his average erection.

He tells me he has a fuck later. Angel fixed him up with Felix. I laugh.

"Enjoy it while you can," I say and laugh again. I want to cry, but I manage to laugh instead.

"Shit sorry that was really fucking insensitive of me Brett," Mason says.

"Don't sweat it. I am too tired to care," I say.

....

The next few days it begins to dawn on me, the reality setting in. So many times I will look at a breeder, Mark, Thomas, Angel, Adam all of them I fucked and not get hard. I will feel something, and I feel it more and more but what it is I can't explain. It is horny but different.

I see Angel and Dane laughing and my dick leaks as I look at them both. But nothing, no twitches, no response, nothing. The number of things that would or should set me off is reduced to zero.

I work out and eat. I am getting back into shape. Not for Liam, for me. Maybe for Liam. I want to be in shape and besides, there is nothing else to do around here. I try not to think about Liam because that is the ultimate boner test. I couldn't think about that man before without getting hard. Now I know I don't get hard.

Even without feeling in my dick, there is a sense of something and a sense of arousal but not that solid growth of a bone. The thickening of my shaft to a hard fucking cock is gone forever. Now I just have a soft dick and a funny fucking feeling that won't go away.

I tried tugging my cock in the shower mostly just to see, just to make sure. It is leaking badly and I am horny. Really fucking horny. My cock leaks a lot. I was never a big leaker but now I fucking am. Is this a preview of the leaky pussy I'm going to have? Adam told me that the dildo room is the best option. When I get my bloom then it is a must, or I will go fucking crazy. He also offered to peg me. ...

I spend more time with Thomas these last few days and as I go to meet up with him. I think about Thomas and his offer to have sex with me when I get my pussy. Shit, my pussy, how long now?

I sit with Thomas for a few hours and massage his back and shoulders while we talk. I stare at his big belly and his smooth skin and fat smooth tits and it always turns me on how much I changed him.

He and Simon are not getting along. Simon is Thomas's breeder friend; they both work admin together; a few of the misfit breeders do that. At first, I thought it was the plump breeder I fucked with Felix but this is a different Simon. I don't know Simon and if he has upset Thomas then I am not sure I want to meet him. Thomas and he were sharing a bed for a while bumping clits but Simon wants to ride the D and has found a bull he likes in the Western Campus. Thomas thinks there is trouble and they fell out because Simon wanted to do something that could have got both of them in trouble.

I ask about Simon and what he did, but Thomas says he can't tell me. He wants to, but it concerns someone I know very well in the Academy here, and it would not be good for them. I asked if it was Angel and he said I was close. But it wasn't Angel. No good would come from me knowing who it was. I don't pry any further because that is not my way. I sense that, whatever it is, he will tell me if he really needs to.

Mason still hasn't gone into the jerking room yet and after three days with no erections, there is a growing divide between the breeders who have not been to the jerking room and those that have.

As I pad around seeing people desperately fucking and making out I realize how quickly the academy turned from heaven on earth to hell.

It really couldn't get any worse. I hope.

.....

I wake up, and I reach for my morning wood, nothing, not a thing. Only day 5, I guess. I squeeze my nuts, and they feel so fucking full. I had hoped for a bit of release by now but nothing and that dildo room seems more appealing. My entire life was one of easy pleasure, always just an erection away. Waking up with a boner was something I had done hundreds of times. I would get horny, have a wank, have a fuck, it was all so easy. Every once in a while I would get an unwanted boner in front of my mother or at school and I would will it away until I could fuck or take care of it, and now this. Soft, always soft, I would give anything for one more boner.

I walk to the shower and piss. My cock hangs between my legs limp and useless. As I soap it and my balls I feel the heft of my dick. The end of my cock is still sensitive, if anything more so than yesterday. I handle it with care. Even though it is useless, I am still the biggest guy in the room. Well, soft at least. I see a few guys with boners bigger than my soft dick and I feel envy.

I see a few of the other breeders and their clits and I look at my cock 6 inches soft and fat. I am still bigger than them, but at least they can get off. Even a clit seems preferable to what I have right now.

I watch as a few of the other guys join me. I see Brandon with his softy, William with his hard cock showing off. His hard cock is only as big as my useless soft cock. I see Mason drying himself off. I smile at him, but he doesn't smile back. He will be off to the jerking room tomorrow we think. He simply nods. The mood is quiet these days. The boisterous noise and play fights the hearty laughter of the shower is no more. The noise of the water is the main noise. I lather my chest and the soap foams on my chest hair.

I wonder how long I will have hair on my chest and face. I feel my face as I think about my facial hair and decide I will shave later. I think back to yesterday and how Mason was told off for letting his facial hair become too long.

I look down at my dick again, let the water rinse off the last of the soap. I swing my hips my dick and balls slap around and I sigh. I see those around me looking at my dick. I smile to myself. Still got it Brett. I take more soap and work my legs and feet. My huge feet and strong legs, I was made to be a bull, I am big and strong not a weak dumb breeder.

I take some more soap and work my hairy ass crack and something is off. I run my fingers down between my ass cheeks and as I run my hand over my ass pucker I feel a strange pang of pleasure. My eyes dart open, and I run my hand and fingers back again the same feeling. I look around and nobody is watching me. I run my finger up and down my asshole and then do it again. My tiny ass pucker is sensitive and feels different. I let out a strange moan and stop. I lean against the wall of the shower.

I feel a strange wave of pleasure deep in my ass and my belly. I feel my sphincter open and close. My asshole opens and clenches shut and then again only faster and faster. I slowly stroke my asshole and it feels so good. My knees feel weak as the pleasure overwhelms me.

"No, please no," I moan.

I am blooming. I can't be, it is too soon. My ass feels like an invisible cock is fucking me and my hole opens and closes as the phantom dick pulls in and out. I think of Liam who fucked me with a real cock.

"Fuck yes." I moan in pleasure. I feel the area and stop. It feels too good but worse than that is the strange pleasure that wafts around my body. The phantom fuck and the heat inside me.

I have seen boys bloom before, and I try to fight it but I can't, my ass feels so empty and so fucking good and I slump onto the floor of the shower. I stroke the area around my butt hole and moan. "Noo!'' But it does feel so good and soon I am stroking my butt cunt.

I have laid with Liam and let him fuck me and enjoyed it now how much better will my asshole feel. How many cocks will I take in it craving cock in my ass for this simple pleasure? My fingers trace the lips of my pulsing ass, and I feel a burst of pleasure erupt again and let out a deep guttural yell..

"Oh fuck," I moan and it carries on, the contractions quicken and pulse my butt springs to life and I finger my hole as it opens and closes around one finger then two. The pleasure too much as I buck and thrust like Brick. I feel the small hole flush out. The ridges swell and pulse and I push in more of my fingers and fuck my aching butt cunt on my fingers. I thrust my fingers in and out, three, four of them into my slutty butt. I will leak and slime. I will leave fucking butt snot from my ass.

"Noo, God, Noo," I moan, but my asshole feels too good and then I squeeze my fingers together and make a fist and I shove it in and it feels so fucking good. So fucking hot I want it in there all of it. I am fist fucking my ass laying on the floor of the shower. I see faces peering over me and watching me and I don't care. I am getting an ass cunt, and it feels so fucking good and I want to cry and scream and I can't, I just carry on.

"Fuck Yes!" I yell.

I love it in that moment I want my fist in and out of my ass as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over my entire body. The guys stand over me and look and I don't care. I don't care if the breeders and small dicked guys watch Brett Parker. Big fucking stud six inches of soft dick and big fucking balls flapping around.

They can watch the 6ft 5 wall of muscle, this blonde fucking sexy fucker as he fists his own ass cunt. Let them. I feel my cock oozing and I cum and it shocks me how strange it felt like a little release. That wasn't cumming at all, almost like thick piss being squeezed out of me. It is pathetic as I look at ropes of cum oozing out of my soft dick. I am pathetic. I am a breeder that is what I am right now.

Then I have a real burst of pleasure and it is so intense. I buck and fuck my fist in my ass as my pelvis and gut and body all erupt and send flashes of pleasure around me. I am having my first buttgasm and it feels so good I want to cry because I will want more. I know at that moment I will take dick in my ass. I will want this electric body high again as my body rocks like any breeder I butt fucked to assgasm.

It starts to slow down that wonderful feeling in my ass only contrasted by the little bit of dribble piss that was my ejaculation. The orgasmic bliss passes and I remove my fist from my ass. It feels slick with butt slime. I stand up and see the little white pile of spunk dribble down me washed away as I stagger under a jet of water.

The sad pool of spunk that apologetically crept out of me like a sneaky fart and not the fucking seed of a cock exploding. I came, but not by ejaculating, I came from something deep in my butt.

As I walk, I feel my new engorged asshole squashed between the globes of my muscled butt cheeks. The new thick fleshy folds of my ass cunt squash and move as I stagger around. The raised pucker of my bloom rubbing and moving with each step is a constant reminder of a new part of me a new hole designed to be fucked. I have my first bitch hole. Bitches have three, and I have a butt cunt. I curse the gods and I see Adam. He grabs me and helps me walk to the drying area and as I walk with each step, the fat pucker to my hole is telling me `I am here'. It screams at me, Brett, the breeder, has arrived. Can you feel me? Brett, the squashed folds of your wet fleshy self-lubricating asshole are ready for bull cock?

....

(Chapter 29.) Shrimp dick.

I have been horny for days now. Since my bloom. I fucking hate it. I hate how my ass leaks. I hate when I sit down that I leave butt snot.

I am still the only one of the new intake to have one. I hate that they took me to the med bay because I was so early. That fucking doctor Anderson who cut me was on and another one I hadn't seen before. "Nice to see you again, Brett. Take a seat. Don't worry about the butt cunt slime, we can take care of that. I just need to check you over," Doc Anderson says.

"We will just put this on. It is a control collar, so no funny business. Or we juice you," Doc Anderson says and the other one laughs.

There were no straps to hold me down this time. This seems to be just an inspection. Blood pressure, some blood samples. Nothing too much. Then a small jab.

"We were not really expecting a bloom so quickly. Seems you took to the Nexodrol really well." He measured my dick and felt my balls.

He hummed and ahhed for a while and then inspected my ass. He got me to kneel on all fours like a dog and he deliberately stroked the lips of my fat, leaky ass pussy.

"A little slicker than normal," Doc Anderson says to the other doctor.

"Was this the one you did the special cut on?" The other doctor asks.

"Yes, I was surprised big Brett here didn't pass out. You can see how far down I went, and I used Mister Blunty to get the thick scar tissue. Brett here thought he was a bull. Cried and pissed himself. Didn't you Brett?" Doctor Anderson asks me.

I say nothing until I feel a sharp squeeze and tug on my balls. "Yes, sir."

"Not much of a bull now, are you? On all fours dripping butt slime and unable to get hard," Doctor Anderson says.

"No sir," I say.

"I wonder if we should kick in the new dose for this one to see how he goes?" Doctor Anderson asks his colleague.

"He seems to be doing nicely," the other doctor responds. "The butt lips are fatter than I was expecting. Look at his butt lips. That is quite the pucker." The other doctor starts probing me and stroking me.

I shiver with pleasure. Then I feel a pressure and something is fed into my ass. "Ohhh." I moan and bite my lip hard, but it doesn't hurt. It slides in like a cock in a pussy. My slick butt cunt takes it and I moan. It feels good.

"Bretty, no need to be shy. It is meant to feel good. We just need to make sure you are fine," Doc Anderson says. He pulls the dildo out and I see it is a fairly small one. Doc Anderson waves it under my nose.

"We are just going to try another size. Let me see, oh yes, this size. Brett, what do you think? Looks about the size you were when you jizzed over my hand. Shall we try this one?" Doc Anderson says and the other doc chuckles.

"Yes sir," I say timidly.

"Yes, sir indeed. Now let's see how this fits." Doctor Anderson shoves it in this takes more effort. The head creates a pressure and force on my hole. The slick pussy gapes apart and slowly swallows the 10 inch fake dong. At first it feels strange but with a few thrust this one feels even better. I buck back down onto it and feel a hot flush of shame.

"I didn't mean to do that," I say, and Doc Anderson laughs.

"Of course you did. You are a dumb breeder bitch now, Brett. What are you Brett," he asks?

I say nothing, and then he tugs my balls.

"Ahhh. I am a dumb breeder bitch, sir," I say in shame.

"Also helps that I gave you a nice shot of cobra blood earlier." Doc Anderson says, and I panic. I can feel that rising sense of need deep in me. My skin feels sensual as Doc Anderson strokes me. I had only had Cobra Blood when I had a dick. It would make my cock strain hard ready to fuck. Now I have this increasingly deep craving to be fucked.

He slaps my ass, and he leaves the butt plug deep in my ass. It feels so fucking good. I feel stretched and full and good. I want so badly to cum and feel that thing from the shower, that assgasm. "Interesting. You have him well trained. Let me get the sheath. I take it you want to milk him?" the other doctor asks.

"Too fucking right," Doctor Anderson says as he works the dildo in and out and I struggle not to react. I feel the other doctor roll a sheath on my soft cock. I look at him and want to tell him to stop. But to my shame, I take it like a bitch.

It has been two days since I bloomed and I came a little in the shower. Then it hits me, that wonderful feeling inside my ass. The Doctor rocks a fake cock, a cock that's just like mine was, in and out of me. He's stretching my wet butt hole and I buck and moan and he works faster.

"Oh, he is very responsive," the other doctor says.

I feel the dildo removed. I was so close. "You want the real thing?" Doc Anderson says, coming round and showing me his fat bull cock, "12 inches of real raw bull fuck meat."

I look at him and say nothing. I do want something. I want to cum so badly. "Yes sir," I say and feel myself burn with shame as I wonder how good that cock will feel in my butt.

"Well tell me, Brett. Tell me you want my big bull cock in your sloppy breeder butt cunt," he says and strokes me with one hand and himself with his other hand, rolling his long foreskin back and forth over his hard fat bull dick.

"I want you to fuck my sloppy breeder butt pussy with your bull cock, sir," I say and I hear them both laugh. I turn around and see the other doctor stroking his shorter bull cock.

I feel the table lowered as I remain on all fours. "I love working with you Doctor Anderson, you always pick the best ones for the special treatment. So much fun," the other doctor says. "Sloppy seconds for me?" He adds.

As the table is lowered, I now realize my exposed ass is at the right level for his cock. "Butt of course." They both chuckled at the lame joke and I feel Doc Anderson push his bull cock into my slick greedy butt and starts fucking me. He feels so big. It feels so good and I start to moan and groan.

"You like that Brett? Tell me your breeder hole likes getting fucked," he says.

"Yes sir, fuck my breeder butt. Your big bull dick feels so fucking good," I say and I realize I am grinding back to meet his thrusts. I want him deeper and harder. My instinct for verbal queues in sex is still intact, only now I am saying words I longed to hear.

"Sir, fuck me harder," I yell

He spanks my ass and fucks me hard, and I get it. I cum. I feel my body shake and quiver as he fucks me. I had my second assgasm only now from a real cock. I almost fall forward, but I don't. Only my head falls down and I see between my legs. I see my useless sheathed breeder clit soft but swinging as he pumps his bull cock in and out of me and I moan in pleasure.

He eventually cums in my hole and pulls out and my ass doesn't fart, but the other doc plugs it with his cock and I buck and groan as I cum and get flooded again. The second orgasm from the smaller cock is strangely more intense and his cock seems to hit the spot better and I collapse forward onto the table. My arms give way, as that strange pleasure explodes. Deep in my ass and into my pelvis, I buck and rock against the table, my soft sheathed cock humping away as I butt cum.

The other doc must have finished because they leave me alone.

I lay there panting as they are talking. I can't register what they say as I bask panting in an orgasmic afterglow.

"Good bitch, now can you sit up." I roll over and sit up and see the condom has a small amount of spunk in it. I had barely even noticed my own release again. That is how useless my cock is now. I can barely even feel my ejaculation. The doctor asks me to spread my legs, and he removes the condom. "Disappointing. I expected more," the other doctor says, holding the condom up.

"I suggest another milking tomorrow. I think the volume will be back to normal. If not, we can give him some more Boral, that should do it. I would also give him another dose of Amflex. No harm in nudging him along; he's obviously quite responsive to it." Doc Anderson says, and I sit dazed, confused and still horny.

I sit there with my spent cock soft and a little damp. I came without getting hard and they are talking about me like I am a piece of meat. I shudder at the word milking. I know that is what they just did. Part of me feels a little better for it, and the other hates how good it was.

"See, I told you Brett, you big guys do make the best breeders. You were so quick to bloom it was almost like your body was telling you you want to be the breeder you are," Doc Anderson says. He never passes any opportunity to humiliate me.

They gave me another few jabs and sent me on my way. I spent the afternoon in the dildo room until the cobra blood wore off and I could see people coming and going and looking at me. Big stud Brett is nothing more than a common breeder now, fucking his wet butt cunt in here, nothing special.

The next day, they milked me again. I nearly filled the condom, but this time it was different. It leaked out of me like piss. The muscles that used to blast a load out were gone and my spunk just dribbled out of me as they worked my hole. I felt nothing. It was sort of like thick piss, no pleasure, it just trickled out of me and I was so confused. The last few times it was a weak pleasure, a very pale imitation of my old orgasms. But now nothing. So again on my knees I could see the condom fill and see it between my legs: nothing, no dick twitching, nothing, just loads of cum seeping out. I was horrified till I had another assgasm and that obliterated the torment of my leaky dick.

The Doctors smiled and joked about how they cleared the blockage. I had given them a good load today, not like yesterday, and they liked it. They gave me a shot and laughed, something about P Town coming very soon.

I didn't tell anybody what happened in the med bay and especially not about that day because that day they didn't give me any cobra blood. I didn't need it.

....

I was also worried about something else. My cock had lost some girth and maybe half an inch in length. I was moving along to breeder hood at a rapid pace. I haven't been here a month yet and already I am almost a full breeder.

The changes are slow and I notice them in a way that only I would. Nobody else has a bloom yet and I have an ass cunt and a shrinking cock.

I know my cock intimately. While I am not using it to jerk, it hasn't stopped me from tugging it in hope or just plain frustration. Now it is cut. It looks alien to me, but I could also sense that it was getting smaller and a little thinner. The first few days, I brushed it off. It was my imagination. Zach, Gordon, Brick didn't go this fast. Fuck, nobody else has a bloom yet and my precious cock is shrinking. There was no denying my wonderful cock was down to 5 inches.

I had spent the last 6 months in the eastern campus proudly showing off and that pride was ebbing away with my dick.

I had started to get bigger than the other boys quite young. However, from the age of 13, it was obvious that I was going to be big. I had a growth spurt in that 12 to 13 year time and people noticed. I would see my friends stare. Jake was the first person to tell me it was getting big. He would have a strange fascination with how big I was. Proud that his little brother had a bigger dick and was a little envious. By 15, I had passed him in length and that only slowly continued.

I loved having a big dick. I loved being naked. Letting people see me nude. It fed my ego and vanity. It was who I was. My package was an integral part of the package that was Brett Parker. I grew tall and, with hard work, grew big. I was handsome, and I had a big dick.

I loved the sense of envy I could generate in others. I was confident and cocky in every way. Now I am 5 inches. I notice a few of the others wandering around. Longer, fatter. Not many, but I notice them in the way I used to get noticed. I wasn't the biggest guy anymore. I was envious, and it wasn't an emotion I was familiar with.

I am entering a living hell as over the next few days the girth goes down a bit and the length slips to 4.75, then 4.5, and now I would guess a fraction over 4 inches. Two fucking inches gone. And as useless as it is, that hits me harder than anything else. The butt cunt, I can almost see the point of that. I hate the slime, but that thing felt amazing. I could almost imagine Liam fucking it. I had enjoyed him fucking my ass and somehow the thought of him fucking my breeder butt didn't appall me.

That was what really set me off this morning as I sat around the back of the dorm and inspected myself. I tug on it and I know my cock is only as big as he was when I met him. I think about how I saw him that day. During those first days I would look at his 4 inch dick and think how cute it was, mostly but how good he would be as a breeder. Now he is a bull and his cute dick is growing and mine is fucking shrinking.

It is getting closer to not even being a cock. It will nestle between my legs. The hole closed up. A clit. I tug it again and sigh. The sense of dread, panic, and shame overwhelms me. Four inches is nothing to be ashamed of. It still hangs down, but soon it will be so much smaller and I can't stand that. A vital part of me is now mutilated and shrinking.

I would pray to the gods, but that won't help me. I am on my way to having a maggot dick and I can't be that person. I stand up shyly and as I walk I feel less confident, less me.

...

I am working out with Mason and he looks at me and I look at him as we get off the bench. The cleaner bot wipes away my butt slime.

"Why are we doing this?" I ask "Look at us. We both know that we are going to end up with big tits and lose all these muscles over time," I say to Mason.

"Yeah, Brett, so you just don't care anymore what you look like? Brett, the most handsome boy in here, doesn't care? Right," Mason says and chuckles.

We head off to the shower. Mason looks at me and I look at him as I clean the slime from between my butt cheeks.

His cock hangs down at 4 inches and as he looks at me. "You know Brett. I finally think my dick is bigger than yours," He says as he gingerly soaps his own soft cut prick. "Mine is fatter, that is for sure," Mason says so casually. I feel inferior. This is a moment that signals the end of life as I knew it. All my adult life, I had always had the biggest dick of anyone in the room. At least someone who wasn't a bull, with their fucking Golden Nectar. Even then, sometimes I was bigger.

Now I wasn't. That part of who I was, in some ways my very identity, is gone forever and is only going to get worse inch by fucking inch. I now have an average dick and it is only going to get worse. Will I be one of those shy guys that I used to mock or tease. My source of pride is now becoming a source of shame. I look at Mason and he is right, my soft breeder clit is not as fat as his and it's only about as long as his average cock.

The shrinkage of the last few days means each morning I wake up and want to cry. My length and girth slipping away. I would hold the tube of flesh that used to be a real cock, and tug it, trying to stretch it, only to curse at the futility.

I look around the showers and notice a few others walking around, and now Mason has said the quiet part out loud. I can't ignore what I already knew. I am not the biggest dick in the room anymore. I had noticed in the past couple of days I was shrinking and now everyone else can see it too. I was definitely average now, maybe below. Even worse, we all knew none of us were growers, not anymore.. We were all showing all we had, the most we'd ever have again. We have all been in the jerking room now. What you see is what we've got and mine is getting less and less, day by day. The only growers left were the bulls on the western campus. ... In a world where the supreme god is called Priapus and the gods and greats are all held in esteem by the size of their dicks, then the one eyed snake is king.

I knew I was blessed growing up, and as I hit puberty, truly gifted. Few boys could match me in size or girth. I had a natural ability for sports and enjoyed working out. I wanted to be a bull. I wanted to be big like a bull and hung like a bull and I bought into every line of it.

I was nearly there. Maybe not the fastest on the track, or the quickest in the pool, but strong and fit, handsome, and hung.

I was a bit of a dick about my dick, if I'm completely honest. I would join Zach in teasing smaller boys. I would humiliate them. In a world where cocks are virtually worshiped, there was no greater insult than the one about the cock between your legs. No, my dick was my source of pride and joy and now it is literally shrinking away. It won't get hard, I can't use it to cum anymore. My foreskin removed, the entire shaft, such as it is, scarred, marked and now shrinking.

It hangs down for now at just about 4 inches. I would tug it more often, but it still feels strange and sensitive and tender to the touch. It gives me no pleasure. Even pissing is a chore.

I look at the other boys and know they are all in the same boat. But for whatever reason, just as I originally excelled in dick size, I seem to be equally gifted at dick shrinking. I bloomed first before they even finished the jerking room sessions and now I am visibly getting smaller.

I am avoiding Adam like the plague. He is sure to say something even if he doesn't mean to. What a shame.', So unfair.' I can practically hear him saying.

I couldn't stand that. It was bad enough when Mason pointed it out to me yesterday. Today it is smaller again. I shake my hips in the shower and it moves, and it feels smaller. The weight and heft of it between my legs is less. My balls still hang the same and feel the same. Just my cock. It doesn't swing as far, or slap as hard and when I walk it feels just off.

...

Angel saw me looking at myself in the shower area. He had pity written across his face. He said nothing, just invited me and Mason to a party in his room with Dane.

It was a nice evening. We had real meat, beef this time and some beer. We chatted and laughed. Dane was bringing us up to speed on the bulls.

They are still in that phase where they haven't changed much. It can take a year, sometimes more, for a bull to really get the full change.

He talked about how they nearly all wear beards, some better than others. He tells us about Gordon and Aiden. How he had to tell Gordon off for spending too much time with Aiden. He swore the only answer for that little shit Gordon was to send him back to the eastern campus.

We think it is a shame Aiden won't be able to take Gordon as a breeder, but he could buy him out as a personal whore. It can be done. It isn't the norm, and costs a huge amount of credit, but Aiden's family are wealthy.

Mason tells us all that Brandon thought he got his butt cunt today, but it was just the effects of a spicy meal on closer investigation. We don't ask about the investigation.

"Oh god this place will be slime city soon," Angel says.

None of them mention that I am almost two weeks ahead of everyone else.

"I got mine in the eastern campus," Dane says and tells us the story of how he got into a fight the first week he was here and was marked out, just like Zach and Brick. He talks about his bloom and how he got it while he was getting ass fucked and it still was one of the best fucks of his life. The guy fucking him to this day thinks he is the god of ass sex. They are all laughing and I know I am sitting on a patch of my own slime and am still not ready to laugh about the story of the time I fisted myself in the shower and how funny that was.

.....

The next few days are torture and I try to put on a brave face, but it is becoming obvious to me and those around me that my cock is smaller than it was and getting smaller still. I am in a living hell. My dick was something I loved. I used to fuck, and I was good at fucking. I loved how good I was. I made sure I would get my partners off.

I loved sharing my gift. I got off on how good I could make someone feel. That was intrinsic to who I was. Even the first time I fucked that whore in Boystown, I was pretty good at 15. I took mental notes and made sure with each fuck I learned. I became a good fuck.

I had the tool, the knowledge, and the skills to be that guy. There was not a move that I couldn't perform. No position and I could put a breeder or myself in that my cock couldn't handle and still retain the necessary purchase to make it a success, and I was only going to get bigger. I never saw this for myself, not even when I knew the odds. I would dismiss notions of becoming a breeder. I was born to be a bull.

And now I am sitting in my butt slime inspecting a shrinking dick that can't get hard or fuck. This is my own living hell. That knowledge and skill were wasted. What a bull I would have made.

The thing went down to 3.5 inches and didn't lose an awful lot of girth. It still hangs down, but today I notice it only hangs out and down and is not as low as my balls. It sort of rests over my balls and has a little less swing to it.

I notice that as I walk, I almost wish I didn't have such big balls because they are now accentuating how much length has gone. I wish I wasn't so vain. I keep staring at the wretched thing and tugging on it. The sensation is still off and not pleasant.

....

I see in Angel's face, Mason, Dane. Adam. Finally Adam.

"Oh god Bretty, Oh no. Oh god, it's shrinking. Oh my god, what is that now, 3 inches?"

"I don't know, Adam, I guess," I say, trying hard not to punch him because I am sure he means well. But there is no denying my dick is three inches soft. Half the size I once was. Jonas and Aiden were both less than three. Even if I think about it as a cock, it is getting towards being small. I am finally creeping towards being a maggot dick.

"Oh, it really isn't much bigger than my clitty look," Adam says and he spreads his flaps and shows me his one inch clit and I look at it. I have seen it up close.

"Yes," I say and gulp. So my cock is now a clit. I have a fucking clitty. I have an itty bitty clitty. And yet when I look at the other guys all soft, I am still kind of just about average, but what you see is all there is. I don't want to be fucking average.

"Oh sorry, that was insensitive, Oh god Brett. I am really sorry," Adam says. "It is so unfair." Adam Bingo achieved.

"We are all in the same boat," I say.

"Yes, but some of us had huge boats to start with and others had dinghies and yours was a big old boat," Adam says.

"I guess, well it is going. And when I get my clitty, we can bump them together like old friends," I say and kiss him on the cheek.

"Really. Oh, we could do that now. I mean, it is a clit when you think about it. Come on," He says, trying to be seductive, but his giggly charm is not working. In fact, me and my 3 inch clit can't get away fast enough.

"Not today baby," I say and leave him.

"Raincheck?"

"Sure," I say.

I walk away and look down. My ball sac pushed my dick up and out and it is barely dangling anymore. A 3 inch pecker. Still not tiny, but now getting smaller. I was bigger than this when I was 12. Now, almost 10 years later, I am going backward.

......

I find as I walk around; I don't strut the same way. My balls still swing like they always did, but without the sway from my cock, now my clit, I've lost my swagger. I have started to sit cross-legged. I tend to walk trying to cover my endowment, or lack thereof. I feel burning shame in the showers and face the wall as much as I can, but I know that when I bend over, my butt cunt is on full display. Somehow I would rather they see my bloom and fat pucker than my shriveled dick.

One of the bright spots lately is Thomas. He really is becoming a good friend to me here. Today I am sitting with him. He says nothing at first, talks about backaches and fluttering. He explains the strange feeling he gets in his belly like butterflies from the baby. He tells me how hungry he is all the time. He lets me feel his belly and I feel it kick a little. That is my baby. A baby from my dick. I look at the three soft inches of cut, scarred shaft. The scar somehow looks bigger now, and certainly feels bigger, in terms of the total surface area that's left of my cock. I think about how big it was when I knocked up Thomas and what it is now.

"I fucking know he's going to be big. I mean, I was 14 lbs, and I bet you were close, maybe more. Look at me 6 feet 4 inches, and what are you 6 feet 5 inches? I had to have a fucking giant's baby," Thomas says and laughs.

"Look, I couldn't help notice your dick. I know you won't want to talk if you are anything like me, but I do know how you are feeling. The looks of pity from the breeders you fucked. Then the boys not as far along as you looking at you like you have the plague and they are too dumb to know we all got the fucking plague," Thomas says.

"You are right. I don't want to talk about it," I say.

I stood up in front of Thomas and I felt something wet drop on my foot. I looked up and around and then down as another splat and another. He looked at me and giggled.

"That doesn't last long, don't worry," Thomas says, and it just kept coming, a long trail of spunk oozing out of me, these globs of thick white cum like cock snot. It was hardly noticeable. So much so I hadn't even realized it was coming from me. I was horrified, but he was so good he grabbed a wipe and cleaned me up.

I sit down upset.

"I know Brett. Here, let's cuddle a bit," he puts his arm around me and pulls my head onto his chest, my face resting on one of his big tits and he strokes my hair.

We sit quietly for a while and he talks about the admin stuff he is doing and how his family have agreed to adopt the baby, finally, and not put it up for a baby auction. He doesn't know how much longer he will be here.

I listen to all of his problems and realize he has been dealing with all of this and never really complained or moaned and has become a nice fat tit and shoulder to cry on. Comforting me and my little shrinking dick.

He pauses for a while and I sit up. "It's horrible," I say, "really horrible" and I start to tell him how I feel and he listens and we share experiences.

"You used to call people noodle dick? What does that even mean?" I ask Thomas. We laugh and I realize that we are both so similar in so many ways, and we laugh and talk for hours.

....

The next day, my dick doesn't dangle, it leaks but doesn't dangle. I catch up with Thomas for some lunch and work out with Mason and see the looks of people at my shrinking pecker. My noodle dick. My clit.

It doesn't swing anymore and I am so horny again that my ass leaks. Only my friends keep me sane as my dick wilts day by day. It's maybe 2 inches now. I got the shave bot to trim my pubes back because it seemed hidden. But now I realize that only makes it more visible than ever. The skin along the top and around the sides of my cock seems to have become fatty and sensitive. I still have my big balls, but they only make my cock look more comical than ever.

The strange thing is that over the next few days, my dick doesn't get any smaller. The head is a little less pronounced. It still has a head, just not the awful, horrible cartoon mushroom shape it was. It seems to have softened a little.

I had a few more of those emissions, one in the gym and the canteen. They seemed designed to embarrass. Just finding your limp tiny dick trickle's thick ropes of cum. You don't even notice until you feel something wet and slick hit your foot or worse, someone points it out to you.

Today when I go to piss I take it between my thumb and finger and point it down and notice it is still about 2 inches. It really feels so sad. Some sit down toilets my dick would dip into the water. I had a dick I would grab it with my hands. I could two hand jerk it and now I am holding it between my thumb and forefinger. It feels strange, almost springy, squidgy in my hands, firm but not hard. I pull it to one side and it springs back into place.

It makes me wince because it is starting to get very sensitive, and not always in a bad way. The scar also seems really sensitive and is almost a quarter of my dick. Only as I sit, pointing this thing down to piss. I really have to give up any pretense that this is a dick. This was a dick. This is a clit now.

(Chapter 30.) A kick in the nuts.

The last few days have been a bit of a commotion around here and it has left me alone to deal with my own personal hell and spend time with Thomas.

The blooming has begun, and it is murder. Guys groaning and moaning in the canteen, the gym showers, all over. Every hour or so it seems there's a new guy blooming.

Brandon went first, then some of the others, and that was it. I feel a sense of relief. That I will not have to spend my time hiding my itty bitty cut clitty. I have become shyer than ever. I hate it. I feel sure my clit has finally stopped shrinking, but it is pointing down today. I sit down to piss and I point it down anyway and bravely let go and it remains pointing downwards. My piss goes into the bowl. My clit almost feels like it is pulling up against me. It points down and the angle has changed. The head and shaft are still visible, but the angle is a new downward slant.

It still feels wrong, springy and squidgy and I know the feeling. I don't want to think about it, but I do. It feels like a clit. It is really uncomfortable to touch, but sometimes it feels like it could be touched again.

The next morning I shower and notice the breeders and they look at me and I look at them, my little downward dick now surrounded by labia or the start of a mound. My nuts hanging free still big as ever I look in the mirror when I am drying myself and it looks shorter, but that is the skin at the top hiding some of the shaft and I pull the skin back to expose the full length a small part of my downward clit buried in the plumpness at the top. To all the world, it reminds me of any number of breeders who exposed their clits. Bigger and a lot fatter maybe, but this is not a dick, it is a clit. It shocks me, and the feeling I get for the rest of the day is that it is pushing down between my legs, almost like it is trying to dangle down between my legs in the space where my big balls are. I shake my balls a few times. Still as big as ever. In fact, they look bigger than ever without my cock nestled between them. That strange tugging sensation from my dick almost like a boner in reverse lasts all day, pulling down and in. The fat little stump that is all that is left of my dick feels like it is trying to find a new home.

.....

I wake up and I feel horrible. It is early, dawn hasn't happened, and I get out of bed. My clit points down as ever, almost tight against me.

It might be smaller, but right now is when that little thing is a clit. I go to piss and know that I won't be using it for that for much longer.

I head out of the dorm and into the garden area. My balls ache and I reach down to see what the pain is and what is going on.

The sickness in my stomach is only heightened. "NO." I moan. There is a tautness in my nutsack. I had sort of guessed this was coming. They are still where they ought to be, more or less, for a bull. But my balls certainly were not where they should be for a breeder. I sit down on the bench and as I do, I feel a strange stomach pain. A wave of nausea and I feel them shift, rising up, one on each side of my dick/clit. From there they will move up to my pubic bone. Here they feel really uncomfortable, the pressure of skin not designed to cradle testicles now compressing my balls. Like someone with weak hands squeezing my balls. They have started their journey up and back inside me, hidden from view forever, buried behind my pubic bone.

I feel between my legs again. The space where they were moments ago was full of two big orbs. The flesh of my nut sac is empty. Just a bag of wrinkled empty flesh hanging free. I hold it, but it feels taut, and it slips painfully through my fingers. I grab the flesh again, and again, and it is now taught against my skin. I weep. My nut sac has gone.

I run my hands down the space between my legs. The skin is now flat. My balls are lifting and feel squashed. They are sitting very low and compressed, ready to rise to either side of my diminished cock. I notice my cock now seems to nestle neatly. The tightness of it pulling between my legs has stopped and my dick now points downward like it has found a new home. That funny tightness and tugging down and into me is gone.

I feel horrible and I shower. I can't help but feel the flat space between my legs. I run my fingers over the space and part of me is fascinated by the empty feeling and the other part of me is in horror.

I feel my fucking big balls. They stick out either side of my dick, framing it like some sort of cartoon ears. I touch them and they are tender and I wish they were a little smaller and that the pain would go away. The feeling is making me feel like I want to be sick.

Part of me does want to be sick. I feel a strange tug and the left one moves up a little, then another tug and the right one. It makes me wince in pain as the feeling of my balls squashed against my pubic bone makes me want to just push them up and into me.

I stand in the hot water, and that almost helps soothe the dull ache in my crotch. The sac is gone for good now, just flat skin. I stroke it again and know that soon there will be a pussy between my legs. A second breeder hole ripe for fucking. I think about the med bay and pray they don't fuck me. I get out of the shower, my nuts no longer swing or hanging held compressed against me. My flat sexless crotch with the useless tiny clit. I am sexless. No nuts, no cunt no real clit. Not for long. My new sex is coming. I am a breeder. I am not done yet but I look not that much different from any other breeder with no nuts and a mound. My nuts are stretching out the skin where they are now sitting just about level with my fat clit. Two lumps on either side. Like two huge boils.

I want to finish them off and stop the dull nagging ache. I want them gone but how can I want to be rid of something that is me, my manhood, my seed? I just want this awful pressure to end.

I sit outside in the sun, and Thomas arrives. It must be all that thinking about seed. It is there in his stretched belly.

"I was looking for you. Oh," he says and sits down.

"Oh indeed," I say.

"Funny thing about this is when they go inside you will be so fucking relieved. That pain is horrible and you will curse yourself that you are happy they went," he says.

"Thanks, Mystic Thomas," I say.

"What can I say? I see your future, young man. Look at me, this is your future," He says rubbing his fat pregnant belly, then lets out a massive belch.

"Sorry I had some chili," He says.

"Really, I can almost smell that. For breakfast," I ask?

"Yes, I am a pig. Some bastard knocked me up in the eastern campus. Ate me out, fucked me, titted me, and knocked me up," He says and lets out a quieter belch.

I smile. "Thanks for that," I say and wince as a wave of pain and tugging comes.

"Well, this is fun. I have acid, a bad back and you are losing the nuts that got me in this condition," Thomas says and finally, I laugh.

I stroke the skin between my legs where my balls were and now my funny fat clit poking down looks more like a clit and less like a cock than even a day ago.

"Walking is the worst. You are going to feel fucking empty down there for ages. Even now I get a phantom nut itch," he says. "Really?" "Yeah, especially my left nut. Feels like it needs a good scratch and you sort of forget," Thomas says and belches again.

He talks and rubs my back for a change and I feel queasier than ever as they slowly rise up. "They must hurt. They are big like mine were," he says, and he is right. I do keep wishing they were smaller.

He stays with me for an hour or so and finally; it happens. A strange, almost violent tug on the left ball and the lump under my skin slides inside me and flattens. The left lump is gone. Then the right one glides with a sickening slow squish like a huge slug sliding under the skin-crawling inside and settling in me.

"Well, that's that then. I have wine hidden away for a rainy day and right now, Brett, it is pissing down on you. Come on buddy, I will watch you get drunk. You can rub my fucking back and my feet please, Thomas says.

We spent some time that day lying in the small grassy area. It was busy, and we made out a little bit. He stroked my flat, empty crotch and my fat clit. It felt sort of good, but also sad.

The next morning I woke up, and he was right that empty space was sickening and, as the first pioneer, the other boys stared at their fate. I guess, like me, it is sometimes hard to see yourself as a breeder, but when it is happening to you and others around you, it is unavoidable.

I shower and soap and linger round my ass and then back to front I clean the flat space between my legs. I notice my clit is not any smaller, the surrounding skin a little plumper and almost sensitive in a nice way. I sort of hope my clit does get smaller.

As I dry in the mirror, I try to imagine what my pussy will look like, and it isn't looking great. My clit is big and really fat. The girth and shrinking stopped, and now I almost wish they hadn't. I just hope for a nice tidy set of lips. God, I don't want to be like Zach. I don't want a really ugly fat clit and a funny looking pussy.

.....

(Chapter 31.) Brett Opens up.

The next few days are no different, only now I am just waiting. I finally gave up. There is no denying I have a clit. I am almost full pussy. I have no external balls. I look like a breeder even up close.

The flat empty space between my legs is so disturbing to me and I keep rubbing it and touching it. I find I still cross my legs when I sit down because my junk no longer gets in the way, but also I feel exposed, like I am flashing something I don't want people to see. It isn't shyness like before, now it is a strange sense of vulnerability.

I keep getting drawn to my clit and even think of it as a clit and that makes me sick. I think of Jonas and all the teasing. God, he must be laughing now, his dick getting bigger and mine gone, just a silly fucking breeder clit.

Then, of course, it happens. My piss slit closes, the hole gone. Even the dribbling cum of the last few days will not be expelled like that now. I struggle to piss for almost an hour. I tug at my little lump of flesh. I cry in frustration and discomfort. I need to relieve myself so badly but not like this. Not out of my new hole.

When it happens there is horror and disgust but also relief. I seem to be using slightly different muscles as the stream flows out of me. I sit there and I want to cry. I just did my first bitch piss. The hose that was my cock is now a dribbling hole. It sits hidden below my clit. I need to wipe my dribble piss away. I have been sitting to piss for weeks now, but even if there were a piss wall in front of me, I couldn't use it.

This is the start of my new breeder life.

...

The next day I woke up and my belly felt bloated, almost down towards my ass. It was a feeling of dread.

My clit still points down and that vacancy between my legs feels strange and I have a strange sense of being horny, really horny.

I move toward the bathroom area and join the long queue. I almost think I am going to piss myself, the urgency and signs are slightly off now and I almost mis-timed it. I do the breeder excuse me and apologize as I jump the queue apologetically. I sit down to piss.

I use those still fairly new piss muscles and let the spray flow from the new piss hole. It flows down into the bowl. I take a shit, but the bloated feeling doesn't go away. If anything, it seems worse. I reach down to where my balls were and touch the skin and it feels strange, almost like a pressure has built up behind it. Deep down in my gut and maybe lower.

I shower and stroke my belly. I rub down to my crotch. The little pathetic nub of skin that was my cock seems to look even more like a clit as the skin surrounding it has started to take on the appearance of folds. I have a clear mound forming, now protruding and framing what will be my cunt. The clit hasn't shrunk any, but since my piss slit closed up it has felt different, almost touchable, sensitive, but in a new way and it seems to twitch a little sometimes.

The warm water feels good, and I work the soap down under my clit to my new piss hole. The skin feels swollen and different, and that seems to be where the bloating is coming from. It is almost like my clit is pulling towards me again and my piss hole is pulling up.

I can't be ready to pop not yet. I would be the first by a long way and that can't be right. I am so far ahead of the others. This isn't fair, but none of it is. I clean my clit and it still feels sensitive, but that strange feeling of working it and the warmth of rubbing it feels strange and almost pleasant under the water.

I turn away as I grip the little shaft of my fat clit and jerk it a little bit, hoping nobody can see. It hurts as I grip it too hard. I take it slowly and work it gently. It feels so fucking small.

I moan a little as the feeling in my gut and my clit starts to turn from that uncomfortable feeling to almost pleasure. That fucking thing has a mind of its own. Way more sensitive than my old dick. It feels firmer than normal, and it is getting harder. Not dick hard, but clit harder. Firmer. I have a clit boner and so does the surrounding skin. It feels sensitive, swollen, firm, plump All in a good way, and I can't help but stroke it.

I stroke and play and rub myself, and the pressure inside me churns from the gut down towards my rectum and it seems to push down gently inside me and I moan a little. I rub my fat clitty and stroke it, and it feels good the warmth in my belly but also that pressure deep low in my crotch and it throbs and glows and pushes down deeper slowly and it is strange.

I stop when I notice Mason.

"Having fun?" He says with a big grin.

"Caught you playing with your clitty," he says and laughs.

"Fuck you!" I say.

"Not anymore." He says and waggles his forever flaccid 4 inches. He hasn't even bloomed yet, and I am nearly a full on breeder. I know I am about to fucking pop.

I head to the mirror. That pressure is deeper and I see the skin between my legs start to bloat a little.

"Ah fuck NOO!!" I say.

"Hey, you ok?" Mason asks.

"Not really. Shit, Mason, I think I am about to pop. I think my cunt is nearly here. Look," I say.

"NO fucking way Brett. I ain't looking. You ain't covering me in fucking pussy muck. Get in the showers. Are you going to put on your fisting shower show? If you want someone to fist you, I got two," he laughs.

"You are not very funny today, Mason," I say.

"OH but I am. My little pussy dude," he says. "Come on, that thing looks like a blister now and it is getting bigger. Let's get you over there. I will hold your hand. Just hope you are as nice to me when I get mine," Mason says.

We head back to the shower, and I feel that pressure, like a fat worm trying to pump and slide its way out of me and I want it to stop because I know this is it.

I look down and see the thin membrane expand. "OH fuck Mason, I don't want a cunt, I don't want to be a breeder," I say and cry a little.

"None of us do, Brett," He says, holding my hand.

The pressure feels stronger and stronger. That worm is getting lower and fatter. I know it is close, as the skin feels taut and the pressure builds. The worm is now a huge fat snake trying to burst down towards my feet. I pant. "Welcome to pussy town," he says.

I am about to curse at him when it pops. At first, it is like a zipper burst open back to front, and then I hear an enormous fart. I feel a gush of warm fluid and slime blast out of me. The pressure eases. I can hardly bear it. I have a cunt. I have a fucking pussy. The slime rushes more and more. The pressure between my legs lessens and the shock rises. I was so fixated on my cock becoming a clit I had barely given a thought to the fact that I was getting a pussy between my legs.

I hear another loud squelching fart, my second cunt fart and the warm goo trickles down my legs and the skin around my cunt pulses and plumps, and I stand there covered in my own goo and I can feel it. I have a cunt between my legs. A real fucking pussy and I can feel it and it has a gape as the fluid oozes out of me.

"Shit, Mason, I got a pussy," I say in shock and horror. I can feel not just the absence of my dick but the thing between my legs, that gap, the new hole in my body.

I wash myself down when the shock fades and I feel the gape. I can actually feel it gape. A gape was something I loved in a breeder, a gaping fucked cunt, now I have one between my legs. It feels quite big but slowly closing and still leaking some of that gunk. I have to clean it out. I have to touch it. As I do the folds of skin move as I clean myself and there it is, a fuck tunnel. I am a breeder. I run my fingers gingerly around it and into it, but not far.

The finality of it hits me, but I don't cry as I wash myself down. I finally walk to the mirror. I want to weep, but somehow the shock prevents me. The mound is the first thing I notice: a big horseshoe shape. It is quite pronounced and pushed apart. There is one inch of clit that pokes out. I pull the skin back and see the other inch hidden. It is two fucking inches; I think. It is big and fat. I let go of the flaps and there it is, my one inch of cut clit head poking out and the scar just visible around the lips that hide the other inch. It is big. That fucking doctor was right. It is the biggest, fattest clit I've ever seen.

The slit doesn't close because the lips are too big and push it apart at the bottom, stopping it from being a nice tidy slit and the lips hang low, the left one lower than the right. All in all, it is what I would have called a beefy cunt, If I was being polite. I stare at it and think about how beautiful my dick and balls were, how wonderful they looked, and this mess of a gash. Thick fat inner and outer lips, no real slit and a fat pronounced mound and that one inch tiny fat fake mushroom head poking right out. I want to cry. My big, long, gorgeous dick is gone.

"Oh, Mason. It's so fucking ugly," I say.

......

The day after I popped I woke up and was dreaming about something so unsettling. I was taking Liam's fat bull cock in my cunt. His dick was bigger than mine, and he kept telling me that he had a big dick now and I was just a breeder bitch.

What was worse was how much I seemed to be enjoying it. He pulls out of me in the dream and cums on the floor, and he shouts at me that I am a filthy whore and I need to lick it up.

I woke up hot and bothered and when I went to reach for my boner, I only get to find wet fingers rolling round the rolls of the mangled gash that is my twat. Fat pussy lips and my fucking clit sticking out of my twat hard as it gets. It feels like it is hard, but as I touch, it is soft like any other breeder clit. I went to shower and that feeling between my legs is horrible. I feel so fucking empty and it isn't just the emptiness of not having my dick and balls; it is a new sense of emptiness. Almost a dull, quiet need that keeps reminding me it is there. Like my puffy, swollen butt cunt, this is a new part of me nagging me and taunting me. Almost like my body parts are tapping me on the shoulder. I am empty, fill me. I stood under the warm water of the shower, and it was quiet.

I feel the water splash on my fat clit and it feels funny, but I run a finger over it the way I have done to so many breeders. I run my hands over the flat pussy, only it isn't flat. There is so much going on down there. I look around, and I don't want anyone to see me. There are people around, but I slowly work the fat plump outer lips of my pussy. They are swollen and plump and they feel so good as I rub them. I rub my thumb down my clit.

I stop myself. I can't do this. I head to the garden and have a soda drink. I eat some breakfast and work out. I am called to the Doctor by a service bot.

That fucking Doctor Anderson, the one who cut me and butt fucked me and got me over the finish line first. He puts on the control collar, and I am laid down, legs spread, but unlike before, I can't see what he is doing, my legs spread, pussy exposed.

He probed and inspected it, and it is dry and uncomfortable. He takes some measurements. He measured my clit. "Two inches and the scar is a nice piece of work. You will love that, the change in texture when some bull rubs you with his thick stumpy bull fingers," He says and runs a finger over the scar, and I feel it. "See." He pinches my clit and I wince.

"See Brett, still the biggest. I said you would have a big fat clit. That formation of the lips inner and outer both pronounced and both asymmetric and long is most unusual, as is your mound. Quite a plump little fucker. Personally, I think it is perfectly fuckable, but a bull might want you tidied up down there. Not to everyone's taste."

"Now let's test something out." He runs his fingers up and down my clit gently at first and then around the scar and I feel the heat rise inside me and I try to stifle the moan but I can't.

"Ohh!!" I say.

"Supersensitive. Fuck, you are lucky, Brett. So easy to find, so sensitive. Most breeders would kill for a clit like this," he says, and he carries on rubbing my clit and then stroking my hole and then probing my hole with his fingers. I feel them slide in.

"So wet as well. Still think you are a fucking bull?" he says. He works me hard, and the warm ooze of my cunt is so strange. I am wet and getting wetter as he works my cunt lips and clit with his fingers.

"Fuck oh God! NO sir, I am a Breeder. Oh God," I moan, and I manage to grind up onto his thumb, then down onto his fingers. He works me expertly for minutes and I grind and buck and moan like the pathetic, needy breeder bitch I am. It goes on and on. I am trying to get a real bull to get me off, and I cum hard and fast and scream.

"FuckKKKK!!!!" The pressure comes from my clit but spirals out across me and it lasts for what seems like an age. I slowly stop bucking and shaking, and he has stopped touching me. I can't process it. I don't want to. I don't want to process how good that felt. How different it was. How long it lasted. How intense it was, like my assgasm, only better. I lie panting in shock. I knew I would take cock after my butt orgasm. Now I will be bred. I know it. I hate myself for even admitting that to myself.

Doc Anderson just stands there laughing. "I think you are my finest piece of breeder work to date Brett," He says and laughs. I can still feel his fingers inside my wet empty pussy and know I am a breeder.

....

(Chapter 32.) Thomas and Brett.

I go to the garden, and I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and I see Thomas and he is smiling.

"Hey glad I caught you," he run/waddles towards me and holds his belly as he runs. He really is big.

"I got us some real meat from the Western Campus,'' he says."That is, if you would like to join me later. I also got red wine for you."

"Join you where?" I ask.

"Angel's room," He says.

"I err.."

"Come on, you promised. I won't take no for an answer," Thomas says.

"Meet me there at 7 pm and don't be late," he says and walks off.

He is now truly fat with our child and fatter with fat as he walks away. I see what was once a muscled, big butt jiggle. He has a really fat ass. It is still hard to believe that a little piece of me is growing in him.

I know what this is, and I don't think I am ready for it. But somehow with him, I don't know. I also know that if the Doctor can get me off, Thomas will be fine. I also still feel responsible for what I did and what happened. I sort of feel comfortable with him. He was into sports and athletics and he is nearly as tall and as big as me. He is handsome and has a gentle way about him.

I go to the room, and he is there. He has a small food box and a glass of wine already poured. He smiles as I walk in and I close the door.

Well, Brett, you are on time, good. Let's eat. I am starving. Eating for two is hard work," Thomas smiles at me.

We eat real chicken and some vegetables, and with the wine it is nice.

"So how are you? And this is me, so be honest." The question is hard for me to answer.

"Not great. Confused. Sad. Horny. Scared," I say.

Thomas chuckles. "Fuck, you know how to get to the point. Look, you don't have to do anything honestly. I mean, I would like to. But you've only had that pussy for two days and I sort of feel it would be a nice way to return the favor."

"Thomas, I fucked you in a whorehouse and got you knocked up. I am not sure I was doing you a favor," I say.

"Yes, I know, but you were kind and gentle. We fooled around a couple of times since you came here. Brett, I am fond of you as a really good friend," Thomas looks at me and moves towards me, running a hand up my thigh.

His fingers feel good, ticklish, and nice. "You showed me you could be tender and kind. You ate me out so long your jaw must have been killing you," Thomas says and laughs.

"See, that sort of talk is a boner killer," I say.

"Well, you haven't got a bone to kill anymore, so that is fine," He says.

"I guess not," I say as his fingers slowly caress the skin and flesh around my pussy.

He moves around to face me. "Let me get a good look then, see what you got," he says.

He strokes the mound and then exposes all my clit and runs a finger up it slowly and very, very lightly.

"Huh, typical Brett always has to be bigger. That is a big fat clit. You are going to have to be careful with that one. Mine is much smaller look."

I lean forward and look at his clit and really see it for the first time. I had seen it before but never really looked and had something to compare it with, namely my clit. It is thinner and smaller. Maybe just over an inch. His scar is barely visible. Not like mine. I think it is strange that I spent years comparing my dick size to other guys. My new reality will be comparing clits.

He runs his finger over my scar, and I lean back.

"That scar will come in useful," he says.

"That is what the Dr said," I say.

"What, the evil quack or the nice one?" he asks me.

"The evil quack," I reply.

"My Brett, what big pussy lips you have," He says.

"Oh Thomas, don't mock me," I say.

"I am jealous. Mine is quite tidy and normal, yours is sort of sexy. Big and beefy. I like it, This is the sort of cunt I loved to fuck," He says, still stroking around my pussy ever so gently.

"Really?" I say.

"Yeah. Have I ever said anything to you I don't mean?" He asks and grins.

"No. Sexy, huh? I thought it was ugly," I say.

He takes my head and moves in and kisses me. "No, it is very, very sexy," He whispers and kisses me some more.

At first, I am hesitant, but he keeps stroking my pussy and I start to explore his mouth, and he mine. His hands rub and caress my twat, he is gentle and the thick cunt lips swell and plump.

"On your back and spread your legs," He commands, and I immediately think of what I did to him. "I err... Ok," I say and lie down. I feel exposed, vulnerable, like I did with the Doc. It is strange how vulnerable having a cunt makes me feel.

He gets between my legs and slowly caresses my flaps.

"It is so hard to believe that that big dick of yours turned into a big fat juicy clit. Big for a clit, but so small compared to what it was. All that sleek rod now compacted to this," he says and I feel a sense of shame wash over me and then a warmth as his tongue swirls around my flaps lightly and gently bathing me. I feel a tingly sensation in my belly.

"Such a big fat clit," he says and puts his tongue lightly on my clit and then circles. My clit is in his mouth. All of it fits so easily. I won't choke anyone with this. He is only working it lightly and even that is a little too much at first. I am starting to realize how much more sensitive that nub is than my old dick and I grip my hands to fists and brace. The sensitivity is somewhere between discomfort and pleasure. However, the more he works my clit with his tongue, the better it feels.

He stops and smells my arousal. It is arousal. I am soaking down there now. I feel wet and my pussy drips. "Don't smell me. Thomas," I say pleadingly. I know why he is doing this and my face flushes red with embarrassment and shame at what even I can now smell.

"You did that to me. You smell fucking amazing. I love the smell of breeder cunt," he says and wipes my pussy and puts his finger under my nose. I take in the smell. It is familiar and sexy, and it is my odor, my pussy odor. I smell like breeder pussy because I have one. The odor and shame only make me wetter, and I hate it and lick his fingers and taste my juice. I feel dirty and sexy doing that.

He buries his head again. I feel my belly burn a little hotter and I get wetter and I feel almost like I am gushing. He runs a hand over my sopping vulva.

"Oh Fuck," I say involuntarily. It is a good noise, though. I am getting close.

He takes my fat squidgy clit back in his mouth and sucks on it. I want him to suck it harder and faster and he knows. He must know. But he doesn't suck it harder he teases me.

"Harder, suck it harder," I whimper and he does, and he grabs my hands and puts them to the side of his head. I push him down onto my squishy fat clit and he sucks the two inches of flesh hard and faster. I grind into him and that fire is turned up a notch and I want him to suck it real hard and he does and I push up and into his face and I buck, trying to get to something still new and foreign. I can only grind into his face. I am trying to face fuck him, and I can't. My tiny clit is not able to fuck.

It happens so quickly one minute I am there, and in an instant; I am not. The flash of pleasure in my clit and belly pulse and I sort of leave my body like floating in a strange bath of fuzzy warmth. It feels so good. The release is even stronger than the one before with the doc. This is insane. It never ends, and I buck into him and push his head down onto my fat clit.

I start to cry, "Fuck Thomas, that was amazing," I say.

"Too good," He says.

"Yes, shit, it was too good," I say.

We make out some more. We finger each other, grind our clits together and eat each other out. His soft, smooth body and tits against my firm body and ugly cunt. We rub our shames together, his small clit against my fat long one. It is incredible and horrible. I love how good it feels. I cum really quickly compared to him and some of the orgasms are almost too much. They are emotional and not at all like blasting a load out of a dick. They wash over your whole body, sometimes every single part of me. We laugh and cry and with him, I am so glad I was kind that night to him. We lie together as breeders, muscled cunts, one of us knocked up by the other. The air is heavy with our breeder musk. I am a fucking breeder bitch.

......

That experience with Thomas, as wonderful as it was, hasn't brought me any peace. I get into a routine. I work out and eat to keep myself in shape. I use the dildo room for masturbation.

I explore my own body, my own sex. I only just got used to my new dick. Now I have a new pussy, and it feels amazing, so much softer and sensitive than a cock. More complicated, less immediate and less predictable. But oh, the orgasms are better and I am just as horny as I ever was, if not more so, which is a worry.

The first thing I try to get used to is how much of it there is. The outer part of my mound is fat and swollen when it is hard. I have to stop thinking of being hard when I am horny because none of it is hard at all. It is firm at best. And yet it is strange, in my head, it feels like I should be hard. Full of blood pumping and sensitive. Only when I touch it, it is pliable, firm, but not hard. Not the hardness of a really stiff cock.

My fuck lips are soft and fleshy, often wet or moist, and my hole is warm and really fleshy and stretchy. It has a feel almost like raw chicken breast, damp and pliable, and it demands those walls be touched, but I don't go there too much or too deep. The lips are thick folds of sensitive skin and get thicker the more aroused I get. I just am struggling to process what I have and what I like. After years of being certain, everything has changed and like all the other breeders here, I need to adapt to what is there now.

I have started to realize that having a cunt is not as easy as having a dick, even a cut dick. The doc was right about my exposed clit, and also wrong. It is so big and sensitive, but one wrong move can set me back. One careless finger can kill the mood. This thing between my legs can go from 0 to 60 in seconds, or minutes. It needs to be ready. I need to be ready. Jerking it when I am not in the mood or if I try to rush it, doesn't work. I came into the dildo room the other day wet as blazes, sat down and within minutes I had given up. Something was off. I was rushing it, and it just wasn't working.

Then the other day in the gym I was doing crunches, and I came on the floor of the gym. It was not a massive orgasm, but enough for me to whimper. I noticed Mason looked at me, but he said nothing, too scared that my shame could be his soon enough.

The scar is super nice but also I caught my clit a few times and that is nearly as bad as a kick in the balls or like when you hit your elbow. A sort of funny unfamiliar but striking pain.

This is going to take time to get used to. I guess Thomas knew that, and the Doc. They both knew what they were doing. I don't, and it will take a while to get used to.

I think about all the breeders I fucked and how much better I could have been with the knowledge I now have. I think about some of the ways I handled Thomas the other evening and just how wrong I was getting it.

So while I may be getting used to this, mostly out of crazy horniness and necessity. I still haven't pushed too much in there yet. Only my fingers to sniff my juice, which I hate and love.

I am a breeder now, but I am still struggling with the thought of getting fucked, tits getting pregnant and losing my voice. They all horrify me. I need to cling on to as much of myself as I have left for as long as I can. I miss my dick so much. I want it back, but that isn't my reality and I somehow just need to find a way to adapt.

....

Angel has caught up with me and takes me to his room. He seems a little subdued.

"You ok," I ask?

"Not really. I saw mother today," he says.

"Why didn't you say something?" I ask.

"Well, it was sort of something that I wanted to know for myself. It was Mother's last visit. You know the story about his first love," Angel says.

"So it was what, just Breeder talk? Did you know I fooled around with Thomas the other day so now I am a breeder I could have joined," I say?

"Yeah. Shut up. You might not want to hear this, but I think it is something you should know. Sit down honey," he says.

"Ok." I notice his string and wince. How long have I got before that is me?

"So I thought it was odd and I guess he was drunk. That story about Pure Falls. I heard that story before, but it was from Father. His brother Richard drowned in an accident at Pure Falls.

Well, it was too much of a coincidence. I did a little digging, and it turns out it was dad's brother. He had two children, Jake and Brett and was paired with Mother," Angel says and I look at him.

"So we were adopted? Dad isn't our father? Is that what you are saying?"

"Yes. Seems like he is our uncle," Angel says.

"Wow. That is, after all these years." I am trying to process this news.

"Mother had the 12-month widow grace to find a pairing or lose everything. Seems Father wanted his share of the family business. He romanced him, paired him, took us in, and cast him aside," Angel says sadly.

"No," I say.

"They had sex once, and that was it," Angel says.

"God, no wonder he drinks. He told you this?" I ask.

"Yes, earlier today. The real kicker was how he would lead him along with promises never kept. He didn't really have much of a leg to stand on. Grandpa had offered to support mother in a neglect suit when Father had gotten a little rough. Richard had always been his favorite bull and had a soft spot for mother to. Grandpa would always keep father in line, but those neglect suits are costly and take time. Father apparently made peace with mother and promised we would both be bulls," Angel says.

"Yeah, well, how is that working out? Said one breeder to another." I ask.

Angel looks at me. "You know what father does for money?" Angel asks.

"He is a trader," I answer.

"Yes, Brett, he trades, but in Breeders out of the Academy, most of it legal but not all of it. He could pull strings. Obviously, he lied about me and had me paired with Nate. Mother wasn't quite sure why you didn't become a bull. He seems to think it has to do with Bull Walker and the business. Apparently, grandfather is super pissed now because we are both breeders. I don't know that for sure, but apparently, things are not great. Mother doesn't know what is going on. The business is a mess; he thinks father has credit issues. The house in the hills that all fell apart,"

"So, he isn't our father," I say.

"No. Are you ok?" Angel asks.

"I guess I mean, it doesn't really matter now, does it? I mean promises of being a bull Angel, they are long gone. I had my first cunt orgasms already, and they weren't all bad. I can't grow my fucking dick back. I am a fucking breeder no matter what happened or why," I say.

"Huh, very grown-up," Angel says, looking a little surprised by my reaction to this news.

"How was mother?" I ask.

"He was fine, just surprised and a little embarrassed this had all come out. He doesn't think many people know. Maybe Caleb, as he is the oldest and his breeder pairs, they all know, but it was just one of those things that father was always really sensitive about. Getting his dead brother's credit, fighting with his father. He really is sensitive about airing dirty laundry. You know how he puts on a show," Angel says.

"Yes, I do know. I really do," I say.

"So Angel, can I ask you a question? Promise not to laugh?"

"Promise," he replies.

"Angel, do you think my pussy is ugly?"

"Hahaha. Fuck Brett, it is damn ugly. That is one ugly cunt baby brother. You might have a bigger clit, and you did have a bigger cock, but your cunt is ugly and mine is divine, heavenly, almost angelic," He laughs.

"Jake. You bastard."

.........

(Chapter 33.) Brett's First time.

It has been a week now since Thomas and I got together. We meet up and I rub his neck and shoulders and we chat, but he wants to get together again.

He wants to try a little dildo play. I really wasn't sure about sticking anything more than his or my stumpy fingers in there. It all seemed like such a progression. Too far on the road to sticking a real cock in there at some point.

But I agreed. He is super horny all the time and hormonal. He also just had a huge row with his play buddy, Simon. That's whore friend who works the admin with him. They fell out yet again and in a moment of weakness, I agreed.

We are in a room in the Western Campus. It is James' room. He is the top whore here, and it is quite similar to Mark's room on the Eastern campus. Even grander if anything and even more toys.

I checked with Angel, and he was confident it was safe. "They can't chop off your dick? Can they?" He said.

"They could make me a whore," I say.

"Not likely. Two breeders together wouldn't lift an e-tab for that. They got another 13 out of the ones that came in with your intake and the new intake they are already starting to have almost too many with that lot. No, you will be fine, and I will keep an eye out. Have fun. If Thomas has gone to the trouble of asking James to use the room, it is fine. Enjoy." Angel says with a smile. "Besides, Thomas isn't going to be around much longer. In a few weeks, he will be off to the prenatal center." He adds.

"Yes, I know," I say and I feel sad.

.... Thomas has arranged food and beer for me.

"Don't tell me you are starving?" I ask Thomas

"Yeah. Oh, while we wait, can you massage me? My back especially and my feet. If that isn't too much. I want to be pampered," Thomas replies and rolls onto his side, giggling.

"Ok fatty, but you do realize that a lot of the weight you put on is not baby fat don't you," I say, reaching for a range of oils and sniffing them.

"Cruel," He replies.

"Just saying you are going to have fried chicken and you want me to peg you and you will be belching with every thrust Mommy Bear," I say to him.

"You know Brett, that is what I love about you, the dirty talk. Grab the Lavender, it is calming. Your talk is making me fractious, and it is not good for the baby," Thomas says, rubbing his enormous belly. I massage him, we eat, and he needs a rest to settle his food. I drink some vodka and soda and look around the room at the toys and the strap on belts and dildos.

"Do you think you could get in the sling with a bit of help?" I ask Thomas.

"Fuck off, two bulls and a winch couldn't get me up there. Just fuck me on the bed. But only when I am ready. You were right about that spicy chicken," Thomas says, letting out a belch.

"If James could see us now, what would he think? One of us too scared to fuck, the other one too full of food," I say. "While you digest, why not pick your weapon of choice and I will have another drink," I say as I get another beer.

"The one third from the left, the small one," Thomas says.

"That isn't small," I say, looking at it.

"It is smaller than you were! And by a good few inches and thinner, at that. Don't forget, you crammed that fat beast you used to have into me." He rubs his belly. "Yes, he did, baby Brett. Your daddy crammed his big fat cock into me." He looks at me and winks.

"Oh, is that any way to talk to the baby? I ask.

"No, get onto the bed with me. I want to cuddle and clit rub first," Thomas says and chuckles.

I put the dildo into the strap and bring it with me. And we kiss and cuddle and bump and grind our fat firm clits and pussies. I suck on his nipples, and he likes that as I rub his cunt and clit. I was hoping he would lactate, but he hasn't yet. I suck him some more and eventually he gets off with me doing the pussy and tit play and he is pretty wet.

He helps me into the strap on and I stand up and look at the fake cock. It looks odd seeing this fake thing sticking out where mine was. I look at him. I am about to fuck Thomas. A pussy that still has the remains of my seed growing inside his belly and I feel silly and ashamed as I walk to the bed with the fake dick bouncing up and down. I had a 10 inch dong. Now I have a fake dick strapped to me.

I get him to spread his legs and line up the fake dick against his hole and glide it in. I almost expect to feel something but I don't, just a little pressure against my clit.

"OH god," He moans as I start to fuck him.

"OH yeah, oh so good god Brett it feels so fucking good," He says, and I try to measure the pace and speed as if it were my real cock and I get him on all fours and we watch him in the mirror his tits swinging as I pound him doggy and he creams on the fake cock and I feel nothing but he does; he feels it all, and he enjoys it and part of me is jealous. I want to be him. I am horny and I want a release. It makes me sad how I fucked this man with my real cock and now this is me play acting with a fake dong.

He rides me for a while and I squeeze his tits together and he rubs his clit and rides the shaft that feels nothing and I stroke his belly and I find that sexy. A part of me is in him from my balls. I will never do that again, and it makes me sad but happy that he is enjoying this so much.

He rolls off, and we cuddle for a while and he asks the question I was afraid he would. "Can I fuck you, Brett?" He asks.

"Do you really want to?" I reply.

"Yes, I want to. I want to see you getting fucked. Is that bad?" he says.

"Kind of," I say.

"Please, for the baby and me," He says in a dumb voice.

"Fuck! Ok," I say. "But can you use a different dildo? I want a smaller one," I say.

I pick out one that is Liam's size. I help him strap up, and he looks strange. His smooth, curvy body, his big tits, and big belly, and a fake cock coming towards me.

He plays with my clit for a while. "I love your pussy, it is so sexy," He coos and I want to tell him that Angel didn't think so.

I smile and he strokes my clitty and I love the feeling of it being touched once he gets it worked up. That thing, that it needs to be ready and wet and really fucking horny. well Thomas, he has mastered that.

"You ready," He asks?

"I think so. Do it, Thomas, fuck me," I say.

He rolls onto me and angles himself, his belly squashed tight to mine. He stops. "Can we try it with you in the sling? It might be easier for me," he says, rolling around and laughing.

"Sure." I clamber up to the sling, and it is a perfect height for him. I feel strange, my legs up in the air, my ass and pussy exposed. He slides the fake cock along the folds of my cunt. The big lips part. It feels good as he rubs the thick folds of my cunt. Then he does it. I feel the fake cock lined up to my hole. I feel the pressure of it trying to enter me. Then it does. I feel the cock slide into me and it slides in quite easily.

I hate how I can feel the fake dick when he puts it in me, but I couldn't when I stuck it in him.

The feeling is so strange it is a bit like getting ass fucked and somehow different. It feels strange that I braced for pain, and that didn't happen. My pussy spreads and feels strangely willing to accommodate the cock. It feels big in me, bigger than I expected, and I feel stretched. That feeling of being full, almost like it feeds the emptiness. I have a fake dick in me. I am learning how it feels to get fucked. Thomas starts to glide it back. The feeling of the toy rubbing against the inside walls of my pussy feels good.

"Fuck Brett, you took that like a real breeder, so sexy," He says looking down at me. "Stroke that fat clitty while I fuck you."

I reach between my legs as he pumps in and out, slowly fucking me and plugging me with a cock like Liam's. I stroke what is left of mine, so small and puny, so sensitive, and the combination of sensations is getting me going. "OH." I moan. The feeling is good.

"Yeah, you like that. How does it feel? Tell me, Brett? Tell me how it feels to get fucked by a bull. Tell me how my cock feels," He says.

My mind clicks. I am dumb as a post, but I get sex messages and I love my friend enough to go with this. It does feel good, and it is humiliating and that shame makes me feel excited lying on my back taking a fake dick from my pregnant breeder whore friend.

"Fuck Thomas. Your bull cock feels so fucking good. Oh yes, fuck my breeder pussy." I moan.

He grabs his nipples and plays with them. "Yeah. You like that. Yeah, you like getting fucked by a bull cock?" he says, pumping faster.

"Yes Thomas, fuck my breeder cunt with your big bull cock," I say, and he smiles.

"Shit. You are so fucking hot sometimes." He grins and carries on slowly, and I want more. I want to embrace my shame. I feel comfortable with him as he squeezes the tits I gave him.

"Fuck, your big bull cock is so fucking hot in my pussy, sir. Fuck me, hard sir. Fuck my slutty breeder cunt hard with your big bull cock," I say and I coo and moan and he squeezes his tits and begins to fuck me hard and fast. I jerk my pussy hard and harder and I bash my clit a bit and rub it hard. Feels so good being rough with my nub now and I rub it hard and rub around the scar and that combined with his fucking has me close.

"So fucking good. Your cock is fucking good. Sir, please give me your load. I want your fucking bull seed in my nasty cunt. I want you to give me big breeder tits and a fucking baby," I say to him.

He is panting and sweating, poor bastard and really working his nipples. His belly is only somewhat obstructing me from abusing my fucking clit, but the feeling in my cunt is getting there.

"Go on, fuck your babies in my belly, you big fucking bull," I say.

"Yeah bitch take my fucking load in your cunt take my fucking load whore," he says and I cum and feel my pussy spasm and squeeze, creaming and gripping the fake dick as he pushes it deep in my hole. I cum and quake and his eyes roll back and his body shakes and we cum together. He stands there squeezing his breeder tits to orgasm.

He pulls the cock out of my hole and looks at my gape and taps it. "Fuck Brett, thank you. You really are good to me when you want to be. You didn't mind, did you?" Thomas says, helping me to my feet.

"What mind the humiliation of getting fucked like that? No, to be honest, it felt kind of nice. I head to the mirror and look at my pussy. I spread my fat funky cunt lips and look at my gape. I always found it hot on others, on me I am not sure, but I need to look, anyway. The sight is shocking. I have a pussy. I just got fucked. My feelings are all over the place. I look again. It felt good. I want the real thing, and I hate myself for wanting that. That is not who I am. It isn't me.

I go to kiss him on the bed, and we finger one another a little and play for a while till we get tired and leave. As I wish him good, night as he heads to his dorm.

"Thomas, you took my virginity tonight. You know that you will always be my first time now, don't you," I say to him and he grins.

"I know Brett. I know,"he kisses me on the cheek and walks off. ....... The next few weeks are a bit of routine and a little fun with Thomas from time to time. He has his date for moving on and it is not long now and not long before we can head out to the western campus.

I am no longer the only one of the new guys with a pussy and I feel better as a few guys start to pop. I share as much time with Thomas as I can, and then I have my period. It kind of takes me by surprise and I wake up with blood on the bedsheets and that sign of fertility is not great for a few reasons one I feel like crap and it makes my belly ache, I will have this every month unless I get knocked up or the menopause. Great options.

It is a sign that while I have seen my new sexual organ as a fuck tunnel; it is also really meant for putting babies in and then coming out. I am a breeder. I can now be bred. Someone could do what I did to Thomas. I see how tired he is getting, fat, and fed up. I don't want that, but if I am not a whore, it will be expected. It will be my main role.

Having to go on the string was humiliating. At least my thick thighs hide that, but I know it is there. I had not really felt it coming on, just a little tenderness in my nipples and a dull belly pain. When I was on, it was awful. The pain was hard and when Mason forced me to go to the gym; I was too ashamed to admit I wasn't up to it and it seemed like a pussy thing to do.

`No, sorry I am having my bleed,' I didn't say that, but I wanted to, like a pussy.

He found out anyway I was on the bench pressing and my legs spread. "Fuck Brett, you got your bleed. You are on the string," he says.

"Fuck Mason, why not tell everyone," I say, letting the bar down as slowly as I can and closing my legs. That thin line of white string is now the only thing that dangles between my legs, a sign that I am fertile.

"Shit, sorry, Brett, it is just. Fuck, that makes it all well so real. Shit. Does it hurt? he asks quietly.

"A bit, I have a bellyache," I say, lying a little. It does hurt.

"No, I mean putting the tampon in," he says?

I laugh. "You dumb shit. This cunt is designed to push out a 12lb baby and possibly more. I can hardly feel it. The only thing I felt...Well, I sort of felt shame putting it in," I say.

...

Of course, as the days go on every time, I use the toilet I have to put a new one in and have the old one removed so the whole dorm knows by the time I am off it and I know it is only four weeks till the next one.

There are other issues being a breeder. The hygiene is different with leaking and pissing it is completely different. I still hate the fact that I will never pee standing at a piss wall, but wiping and cleaning my gash so it doesn't get funky is so different from wiping my old cock clean.

They started running sessions on breeder hygiene the other day. By then I had already had my period and a small infection that they treated. All of it just seems like trouble between my butt cunt leaking and my front cunt's, well, everything. It is all just such a fucking hassle and very wet.

I also don't like the boners. A boner before was just my dick getting hard. I was proud of that thing getting hard. Now when you get horny, it is so fucking weird, the swelling and buzzing in my small fat clit. The feeling in the pit of my stomach. The wetness. The need, the aching need. I feel no pride in my boner, just shame and need.

It is so weird but worst of all is the empty feeling inside my pussy, that crazy desire to stuff something in it, and in my case, that thing has become cock. Since that night with Thomas, I keep thinking about cock. I think he knew what he was doing. I dream about it and wake up wet and aroused. I think about my old cock and how that would feel, Liam's, Jake's, Mason's, so many of them.

I am pleased there are not really any cocks left because I don't know what I would do. I am dreading seeing them in the western campus, even thinking about all that bull cock gets me going.

Thomas is also a bit down partly because he is leaving and partly because he and his friend Simon have fallen out once again. He won't tell me all the details, but it seemed to entail him trying to access the academy data files.

Thomas has some access to encrypted data, nothing sensitive, but he helps out with that sort of thing along with a couple of others. Mostly pregnant breeder whores, it turns out.

"I thought he liked me. I don't want to part like this," Thomas says, crying. "I helped him before, and I know that was wrong. He got really mad with me when I wouldn't help him this time. I should tell someone what he is doing but I will lose everything," Thomas says sadly.

I don't push him more because it is clear Simon and Thomas have been up to something terrible and I am sure Simon wouldn't hesitate to bring Thomas down with him. His place in the pre-natal unit is something of a privilege for a breeder whore.

If Thomas were a whore in one of the city pleasure houses, he would have to work more or less till he dropped and have his baby auctioned to pay for any care. ....

Most guys have popped now. Even Mason. Mason was in the gym with me. He told me when we went in he wasn't sure if he was going to pop or not.

I must have asked a dozen times, and he was all yeah, I should be fine. He wasn't fine. Fortunately, I wasn't spotting him at the time. He seemed almost resigned to it. I don't really know Mason too well. We work out together and talk, but it is that casual talk never really anything too deep.

He cleans himself off and asks me if I want to join him in the dildo room. He wants to give it a test drive.

"Fuck, I gotta admit; one, I am crazy fucking horny, two, I am really fucking curious, and three, I fucking got it now. I am not that sure I ever knew how breeders worked, anyway I guess I need to fucking find out," Mason says.

I do join him, and I don't use the dildo, but I do use a clit stim and before the end of the session, as he is getting more and more frustrated, I help him. I teach him about his clit. I find his scar is smaller than the thick scar I have. Mason has a plump mound and a really small half inch clit. He struggles with that, and I think I would as well. He does have fat lips that slightly keep him from having the tidy slit. I get him to work from the outside in, going slowly and I teach him about not just stuffing things into it or jerking off.

"Fuck Brett, the puss expert. How do you learn all of this? Who are you bumping pussies with?" he asks.

"Well, Mason, let me tell you a little secret or two? One, I paid attention in Sex Ed and two, I have one myself. Do you not remember that day in the shower when I popped me a brand new pussy," I say, and he chuckles.

Once I do get him off, there is no stopping him, but I think it will take him and me a while to get used to living life on the other side. I had always known how to get a breeder off, but learning how to get myself off as a breeder was nowhere near as easy as jerking and fucking.

.....

Finally, it's time to say goodbye to Thomas. I don't know how long he will be gone. He thinks they may transfer him to the central academy admin unit and may never come back.

I tell him I didn't think whores or breeders had jobs. He says it won't be for long and it is part of the deal his father made.

He tells me he will even be allowed to make odd family visits if I want. I tell him yes. I would love that. I feel sad to see him go. We have one last play session. I let him fuck me again, and we play out his bull fantasy fucking me. I fucked him and made him call me daddy. I still hated how I would enter him with the fake dick and still expect the familiar warmth of a wet, hot pussy on my dick. Then that sense of shame for not having a dick anymore.

We sit and talk and laugh I stroke his really fat belly and smile at him in the post sex glow.

"I will miss you," I say.

"I know, but not for long, Brett," he says.

"I will," I say, slightly hurt.

"Well, let's be honest. You will miss me until you see him," He says, grinning at me and stroking my pussy as we lie together.

"Him?" I say, and I try to play it cool, but I know who he means. I feel that pain in my chest just as strong as it was the day of the division. I hate how much I have missed him.

"Oh, don't play coy. Liam," Thomas says and kisses me on the cheek.

"I never talked about Liam, though not once," I say defensively.

"And it is because you never mentioned him once, Brett. That is how I know you love him. It is just too painful for you," he says.

"When the fuck did you get to be the wise mother breeder bitch," I say, pinching his clit and I laugh as he punches me.

....

(Chapter 34.) Becoming a Breeder

"Adam. No," I say.

"Remember how Liam got his payment for getting you out of that business with Thomas? I never got mine," Adam says to me and I look at him.

"Oh, ok, but only because I do owe you for that. Seems like a strange payment," I say he wants us to go to Mark's room with me and "Pussy bump."

"Oh honey, this will be a night you won't regret," he says, and part of me already does.

We use the corridors, and Adam is excited as ever. He is kind of silly. Cute but dumb. I wonder if they say that about me.

It seems strange being back here without Liam and that makes me sad.Adam is still hot, but a little too needy and eager.

Still, a few drinks and a little diluted Cobra Blood, and I feel fine. In fact, more than fine. I keep waiting for the raging erection and all I get is a glowing wet pussy and throbbing clit. The need to fuck is there except this time I only have a pussy to get fucked, and it hits me again. This is what I am now, changed.

We make out for a while, and Adam is an expert on my clit and he eats me out. I try to take some mental notes because he is good and then a part of me thinks about how dumb that is.

Adam has me so close to coming and then the door opens.

The long dark hair and big athletic body of Mark stands there. The Dragon tattoos are as striking as ever.

"Mark," I say.

"Sorry," He says and smiles. "Oh, I know you. Angel's brother and sorry, I can't remember your name," Mark says.

"Brett," I say.

"I am sorry Adam, I forgot I had promised you the room this early. I thought it was 8 when you had it. I just came back to get some of this," he opens a cabinet with his palm. The cabinet is full of pills, powders and vials.

He pulls out a couple of pill sized capsules.

"So Brett. I remember you. That was fun. You were good, you were with the redhead guy. I have seen him on the western campus, mostly on his own. He's been looking lost, you will be pleased to hear. He is cute. I asked about him because, well, he is cute. Anyway, the word is he hasn't touched a pussy in the whole campus. Which is more than we can say for you, Brett," Mark says and laughs at the two of us together.

"Still, I guess we both know he was partial to a bit of dick, but my grapevines wither there. So I can't tell you if he is riding a bull. See, I thought that would put a smile on your face. I bet it made your pussy tingle too, you filthy bitch," Mark says and lets out a cackle.

"Oh yeah. I mean no, my pussy didn't tingle, well not much," I say.

"So Brett, you were pretty hung. Can I see how you turned out? He asks.

I get off the bed. "Shit, that is some gash. You got a lot going on there. He steps forward and looks at my clit, and exposes it fully. Shit, that is big and fat, now your dick that was really big and fat, but for a clit that is really big. Nice, I like it. Fuck you, lucky breeder. That is pretty hot. Look, you two want a third? I am off tonight and was going to rest, but you know," he says, and his fingers linger on my clit and then he steps away.

"Oh, that would be ok with me Mark, it is your room," Adam says.

"How about I get us some booze? We have a little Cobra Blood, the good stuff and not that cheap stuff Adam gave you. Come, let's have a breeder pussy bash. Oh, it will be such fun," Mark says.

"I err..." I say.

"I err...? Fuck Brett, Shy? You were not shy when you had that big old dick. You're still the biggest guy in the room, Brett. Just because you have a cunt doesn't mean you can't have fun. More even, let's be honest. Redhead is over there with blue balls, the big bull pining for his love while big clitty boy Brett is muff deep in a whore. Let's have some fun," Mark says, and grabs my hand and runs it over his clit.

"See, big Brett wants to play. Oh, come on. I can get us bubbles to drink," Mark says.

"Fuck, ok," I say.

Mark is as funny and charming as ever, and I feel the effect of the bubbles as he chats. I ask why we never see him around, and he tells us he has his own room on the western campus. A handful of the top whores are given a room.

Not Angel as a house mother, he needs to keep an eye on the whores.

I come back from taking a piss, and Mark and Adam look like they are up to something. He hands me the cobra blood bottle.

"Really, really small sip honey," I take the bottle and it hits me fast and hard.

"Oh god! Shit!" I say.

"Yeah honey, you feeling it," Mark hands the bottle to Adam, and then Adam hands it to Mark. My body feels almost like I am not in it. Then when Mark runs his hand over me, I feel sensual, almost like my skin turned to silk. It is like the soft luxurious feeling of quality drapes and my pussy drips and really aches badly. We kiss each other and work our hands and fingers on each other's clits. "Shit, I need to get fucked. Shit, I want it so bad," says Adam.

"Yeah, me too. Fuck, I feel so empty," I moan, and I feel a hand that is on my pussy and I push and work the fingers into my hole. I don't know who it is.

Mark stops the group's kiss and leads me to the bed. He pushes me onto it. He walks to his toys and picks up a long snake-like toy, a double-ender. He gets on the bed, and he slides the cock into his cunt quite easily.

It is fat and long, and he only maybe took a quarter of it and he gets on me and glides it over my clit.

"You ready, bitch?" Mark asks. "Fuck yeah, stick it in me now," I say. I feel so fucking ready for anything and he feeds it inside of me. I feel it reaching deeper as I grind my wet cunt down on the toy as Mark feeds it to me. This is wider than the dildo Thomas had used on me and as I roll Mark over onto his back, he laughs.

"Foolish move Bitch," Mark says.

I don't understand. We grind against each other, both of us feeding one another's cunts until we are grinding our pussies clit to clit. Our pussies are both stuffed full, mine fuller than it ever was before. It feels good that fullness inside of me is too good. We both ride the huge toy we kiss, and I suck on his tits as we bump and grind our clits. The toy slides between us as we buck and grind. It is not the thrusting feeling of a fuck; it is like sliding, slithering almost and it is great and then I feel Adam behind me now, I understand. My ass is exposed as I lie on top of Mark.

"Yeah bitch, you like that. Well, you are going to love this," Adam says.

He has a strap on and he plugs my ass. I feel it fill me and it rubs the inner wall separating my ass from my pussy. I feel it pass over the double dildo inside me and now my ass and pussy are stuffed and it feels amazing as Adam begins to pump my ass cunt as Mark and I grind the huge fat sausage that glides between us.

"You like that bitch," Adam says and spanks me.

"Fuck yeah. Fuck me hard Fuck I love it," I scream.

I am consumed with need, shame, fury, and desire as the whores fuck my holes.

I have an assgasm first and then a pussy orgasm closely follows, and it leaves me horrifically incapacitated as I scream and beg for more.

Mark fucks me hard with a big strap on while Adam takes the double-ender in his pussy and shoves it in my ass and Mark fucks my pussy hard.

"You like the dick, bitch," Mark says.

"Yes, fuck my fucking breeder hole," I yell.

I feel like a breeder for the next two hours as they spank me and fuck my holes and never let me really fuck them.

"No bitch. We are in charge now," Adam says.

They tease me about my old cock as Adam grabs a dildo and calls it Brett and shoves it in and out of my hole and strokes my clit as he sticks it in and out of me.

"Yeah, that is all that is left of your cock now, that little fat clitty. Stroke it, bitch, while I fuck you with your old cock," Adam says.

"Fuck, my old cock feels so good," I scream and it does. It feels so good. The loss is too painful. The pleasure is too good.

I scream for more.

"Fuck my breeder cunt. Fuck it hard," I yell. I don't have a cock, just a pathetic breeder clitty and cunt. The fire in my pussy of shame and pleasure is too good.

They cuff me down to the bed and Adam makes me eat him out and Mark fucks me and works my clit, laughing at my breeder scar and my silly fat clit. The shame is never-ending and sexually all-consuming. The pleasure is what drives me on for more, like a needy, filthy breeder. A set of holes to be fucked and filled and the need is real as I scream and moan with two breeder whores.

As the cobra blood wears off we finish off the bubbles and chat. My cunt feels sore and tender and empty.

They sense I am not proud of how I acted as we share the last drink. Mark tells me some people love that. Mark talks about shame. He reminds me how they spanked me and cuffed me when I had a dick and I sort of liked it then. Adam reminds me how he was there the first time I took Liam's smaller dick.

It doesn't really help. I know they are trying, but deep inside, I realize I have had my pussy for nearly two months and let three breeders fuck me. I played with my friend Mason and deep down I know I really want cock.

If I am such a whore with the breeders, how long before I shame myself with Liam or any other bull for that matter? I was a whore with a dick, only they didn't call it that. I fucked my own brother, for Christ's sake. Part of me felt guilty that night, but only a small part. I had thought a little less of Jake when he let me fuck him as Angel that second time but, after tonight, if the roles were reversed, I think I would have done the same and let him fuck me.

We are all breeders now. Some of us have handled it better than others. I hate how well I handled it. Tomorrow we can go to the Western Campus and meet the bulls. This is the moment I have been dreading. Last time I saw Liam properly. I had a big fat 10 inch dick. Every whore on the Eastern Campus knew who I was. I was a fucking stud. Now some of those I fucked have fucked me. I have a fat clit, an ass cunt, and a really fucking ugly pussy. I am a breeder and a slutty one at that. I hate how much pleasure my cunt gives me. In three months, I am no longer the boy I was when I came in here. I am a breeder.

It isn't just me though we all are in here. The next few weeks will shape the rest of our lives. We are powerless now. Our futures are at the whim of some bull. I think what I hate is how mundane it all is. When I got my cunt, there was no fanfare. Just the daily grind of shame. Waking up wet between my legs. Phantom boners. Fucking with other breeders. Adapting to changes forced on to me. Clinging to a view of the old me.

Watching others lose their old identities and embrace their new lives as second-class citizens. The daily churn of boys turned to bitches against their will to serve. I am designed to serve cock. I almost feel it. My butt, my cunt. Even my dreams tell me that is what I think about. No fanfares, just a parade of one of the countless other boys who came in here as they were born and changed.

I think about Liam more as the day approaches. My old straining boner that I used to get thinking about him gone. Now I get a fucking empty wet need between my legs. A desperate need that I want him to fill by fucking me with his bull cock.

I feel myself burn with shame when I think about Liam seeing me like this.

I know I still love him, but is it enough to overcome the shame of what I have become? I will find out tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes. But it will and it always does relentlessly.