Feminized by Cum Pt. 03

This story is the third part of the series Feminized by Cum. Please read the previous parts first, or this story will not make any sense. Enjoy.

After the event on Friday Damien left me alone the rest of the weekend. He knew I would be back to suck his dick before too long. The smell of his cum persisted, maybe because some got in my sinuses. Every time I breathed through my nose, I was brought back to that moment he came in my mouth. It was making me very horny.

I was really questioning my sexuality. I always considered myself straight, but I couldn't deny what happened that night. And I couldn't deny that I liked it. I liked sucking cock. I liked when he took control, how he was able to dominate me so easily. It was a hard concept to process; all I knew for sure was that I needed his cum.

On Sunday I laid in my bed and attempted to masturbate. I needed to release some of the pressure that was building for the last month. I toyed with my cock trying to bring it to life, I squeezed and pulled at it between my thumb, index, and middle finger, but to no avail. I just couldn't get hard, and that was crazy to me. I never had trouble making myself hard but now it felt literally impossible. I clenched my jaw as tears of frustration formed.

Looking down at my cock it seemed pathetic, soft it was barely 1 1/2 inches. I thought about Damien's cock, it was so impressive in comparison. When hard he was over 5 times my current size, that made me jealous and frustrated.

While looking down at myself I noticed my chest in the periphery of my vision. Small mounds with nipples 3 times larger than they were a month ago. I massaged my chest; it was tender but felt good.

I recognized the signs that my body was releasing estrogen, I wasn't an idiot, but nothing has ever triggered my syndrome besides soy. I realized that might be what is preventing my erections, so I called my endocrinologist and set up an appointment. Of course, the closest appointment date was in 2 weeks, even though I said it was an emergency.

I threw some clothes on and went to the kitchen, searching all the products I bought looking for anything with soy, but couldn't find anything. As I walked through the living room and back to my room, I heard Damien moving from his room, then the printer whirring. I tried to speed up, not wanting to face him just yet.

Sadly, as soon as I neared my room Damien appeared out of his room with a big box in his hands and said "Wait, hold on." He shoved the box into my hand. "Stay." He commanded and went to the printer and grabbed a sheet of paper, scribbled a few things down, then walked back over.

He towered over me. As I tilted my head to meet his gaze, I could feel my heart race. I felt vulnerable, yet strangely excited. Why did he make me feel that way?

He put the sheet of paper on top of the box, and I read the header out loud. "Sissy To Do List." Underneath the header was a numbered underlined list that could be filled out by hand. He had written some directions in the lines. The first two were mundane, make his bed and make him a sandwich, but the last one was vulgar. 10 minutes of deepthroat practice.

"What is this?" I asked hoping beyond hope it was not what it looked like.

"This is your new chore list. Since it seems you love eating my cum, I might as well make you work for it." Damien smirked, "Every day when you come home from work, a list will be up. If you want to eat my cum that day, I expect you to do everything written on the list. Oh, and you will be shaved, plugged, and dressed up from the moment you get home."

"What the fuck Damien! Isn't sucking your dick enough?" I would have hit him if I my hands were not full with the box he handed to me.

"Oh, come on, like you wouldn't take advantage if you were in my shoes." Damien said like he actually believed that.

"You are such a dick Damien, really, fuck off." I said on the brink of tears. I turned away from him and continued to walk to my room.

"Hold on!" he said and caught up with me in a few strides. Once again, I was under his shadow, as I looked up at him, I saw worry on his face. "Look, I learned what a sissy was from 4 Chan and reddit. I thought you would like this shit."

"You basically blackmailing me to do whatever you want just to be able to eat your cum. I want to be able to have some agency." I said, exasperated.

"Ok, I am sorry, this is new territory for me. You can get rid of the list, all I know is I just got my first blowjob, and it was fantastic. I don't want to mess this up. Just tell me what you want." Had he really just offered to compromise?

"It's new territory for me too, ok? And I don't know what I want." I told him honesty. "I just need some time."

"Ok, I will be patient. Just let me know when you want to eat my cum again. But if you want to suck my dick, I must insist on you at least being shaved, dressed up, and plugged, got it?"

"Deal." I spoke. I wouldn't admit it to Damien, but it felt really good to dress up. I also understood him not wanting a guy to suck him off. I guess I would have to try to butt plug. I finally made it to my room and realized the box was still in my hands. What is in it anyway? I put in on the ground, took the list off the box and placed it on my desk, and looked inside.

There was an assortment of girly outfits, dresses, skits, thigh highs, crop tops, makeup, bras, and panties. It seemed like he spent a decent amount of money on this. I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited, they were all so pretty. I took them out and neatly organized them to be hung in my closet. The clothes were not the only thing in the box. A set of butt plugs that increased with size and girth, a blindfold, rope, lube, and a collar were exposed upon removing the clothes.

Oh god, I was thinking about all the possibilities and was getting horny. I started dripping in my underwear as I placed the items away in a discrete location.

I sat on my bed and thought about Damien. I am glad I stuck up for myself, but I felt bad. He was being an asshole, but he showed me things about myself I would have never known. I thought back to how he held me down and spanked me, how he pushed my head with his hands. I realized I really wanted to give him control. I wanted to make him feel good.

The next day after I got home from work, I couldn't help but reread the to do list he gave me. Honestly the whole thing looked intriguing. I thought maybe I would surprise him and do the things on the list. Not out of obligation, but because I wanted to show him that I appreciated him, and how he was sharing his cum.

I threw on some clothes and went to the grocery store to grab a few things for myself. I also decided to get some turkey cold cuts. Everyone knows sliced turkey is the worst cold cut. I smiled to myself. If I was going to make him a sandwich, it was going be a bad one.

At check-out I reach for my wallet and the cashier said, "Do you have a rewards card Ma'am?" I was shocked, did she think I was a girl? I blushed, shook my head, paid, and left. As I looked down at myself, I noticed my nipples were clearly visible through my white shirt. That was going to be an issue.

When I got home on Tuesday I b-lined for the shower and shaved everything. Was I growing less body hair? I got to my room and quickly put on my chosen outfit. It was a floral-patterned sundress and white panties.

I sighed as I looked at the butt plugs and reached for the smallest ones. I grabbed some lube and poured a generous amount on the butt plug, pulled my panties down and slowly aligned the plug with my asshole. I pushed with constant pressure and my ass started to give. After it hit a breaking point, it slipped in, and I gasped. I felt painful throbbing that quickly faded to a feeling of fullness. The smallest option of butt plug did not feel so small when it was inside me.

I slipped up my panties and headed to the door, poked my head out of my room and heard Damien from the other room, he was in a meeting. His job in computer coding had him working crazy hours sometimes. Perfect.

I rushed to his door and quickly entered his room; it looked a bit of a disaster. Clothes strewed across the floor and the bed sheets crumpled up on the corner of the bed. How could anyone live like this?

I got to work on his bed, pulling the fitted sheets back in place, followed with the sheets and duvet.

I suddenly had a vision of me on his bed with him on top of me, crushing me with his weight as he kissed me, my legs wrapped around him. Shaking my head clear of those thoughts I left the room.

By the time I made it out of his room Damien had just finished his meeting and was booting up a game on his PS5. I snuck into the kitchen and prepared a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich.

My stomach filled with a mix with anxiety and excitement as I called out, "Hey Damien, why is your door open?"

"What!?" he yelled, followed by the thumps of his feet as he made his way to his door. After a quick pause he headed towards the kitchen and entered. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me in my outfit.

"Sit." I commanded, reversing the dynamic from Friday. And he did, staring at me in wonder.

"Look, I thought about it, and as much as I hate to admit it I...I liked doing what we did, and I don't want to stifle your... creativity. But I need to feel safe, like I have an option. So going forward I want to have a safe word, and I don't think I am being unreasonable in asking for one."

"Sure, I get that. What word are you thinking?" Damien replied, his eyes darting between my face, chest, and the plate with the sandwich I was holding in my hand.

"Red. If I say that you stop. Ok?"

"Ok, in case you couldn't tell from my porn, I am kinky. Will you be willing to try what I want you to try?"

My heart fluttered, as I thought about what he had in store for me. "Yes." I replied.

"Changing the topic really quick, do you have tits?" Damien asked.

I blushed. "I think I am having a hormonal issue. I have had some issues when I was younger. I am going to see a doctor soon." I briefly explained my genetic condition to him.

"Well, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but dressed up like that you really look like a girl. Not just a girl, a pretty girl." Damien said.

I blushed even harder, my face changing to a brighter hue of red. "I am a boy, ok? I just...really like the taste of your cum. And if this makes it easier for you, I will do it."

Damien stared at me with lust in his eyes, or was he looking at the sandwich? Both maybe? I placed the sandwich on the table and slid it over to him.

"Thank you, for this and my room." He said as he took the sandwich in his hand, brought it to his lips and took a bite. "Ugh, turkey!? If I didn't know any better, I would think you were asking for a spanking."

I just bit my lip.

He smirked, in a flash he was up out of his chair and closed the distance on me. He reached up and gripped my hair and pulled me towards the table. He pushed me down, so I was bent over with my ass exposed, face smushed on the table.

Not even bothering to pull down my panties he delivered a swift strike. "Oh FUCK." I squealed into the table. In addition to the familiar sting and heat, his hand was big enough that he got my whole cheek and the top of the butt plug. The rippling vibration pushed the plug down into a spot that made me shutter in pleasure. I instantly started to leak in my panties.

He continued, paying no mind to my whines and complaints. Each blow laced pleasure and pain in a symphony as I felt something deep within me start to build. By the end of his relentless assault on my poor ass my legs were literally shaking. I felt unsatisfied, almost upset he had stopped, but just stayed still, quivering.

He pulled me up by my hair, the pull felt strangely good. "Follow me." He said and led me to the couch. "It's time for your deep throat training." He pushed me onto the couch and swiftly positioned me so my head was hanging off the side.

He dropped his pants and squatted a bit, aligning his cock with my mouth. "Try to squeeze your thumb with your fingers, I read somewhere that it could help." I barely had time to follow his advice as his cock moved forward and entered my mouth.

His taste filled my senses, I had a great view of his balls moving closer and closer to my face. He hit the back of my mouth and I instantly gagged. He retreated briefly and repeated, I tried my best to stifle my gag reflex, but I gagged again, placing my hands on his thighs for support.

Back and forth, his cock was unrelenting. Thankfully with each thrust I was getting better at not gagging as he battered the entrance of my throat. His balls swung like a pendulum, as they picked speed it was reminiscent of a wrecking ball. Spit coated his cock and dripped onto my face when he pulled back.

During one thrust he pushed and kept going until the entrance of my throat gave way and he plopped inside it. I panicked, unable to breath as my throat contracted on his cock. "Oh yea." he moaned in pleasure as I started tapping urgently on his thigh. After lingering for a few seconds he exited my mouth, I coughed and recovered. "You ok?" he asked.

I couldn't believe I could fit him in my throat, it was an intense feeling. I felt pride, and wondered if he could slide his monster cock all the way in. "Yes." I replied through labored breath as I repositioned myself indicating I was ready to continue.

He pushed back in, my throat gave way and he slid deeper, his balls alarmingly close to my nose. I was gagging and clenching on his cock as he moaned, he was obviously enjoying himself. He continued this slow face fucking for what felt like forever, sawing in and out of my throat. When I needed a break, I would tap on his thighs, and he hesitantly backed out and gave me time to recover.

He made one final push. It felt like his cock was halfway down my esophagus as his balls pressed against my face, completely obscuring my vision. I desperately tried to breathe through my nose, but his thick orbs were stopping air from entering. My whole world became his cock as I rapidly started tapping his thighs.

"Fuck. Yes." Damien said, he stayed in my throat a few seconds longer than he should have. Then he pulled out until just the tip was in my mouth and came, washing my tastebuds with the flavor of heaven. Tingling shot through me as I savored every drop before swallowing.

He exited my mouth and immediately left the room. I laid there for a second recovering, and wishing he wouldn't just leave right after. I get it, after he came and the post nut clarity kicked in, I was just a boy in a dress.

My face was covered in my own spit as I rolled myself onto my side letting the blood in my face return to the rest of my body. I sighed and started to get up when Damien walked back in with a roll of paper towels and a blanket.

He tore off a couple of sheets of paper towels and handed them to me. I wiped my face and looked at him, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't say anything, he just pushed me forward on the couch and slid behind me, enveloping me in his arms. He draped the blanket over both of us and cuddled me.

I was in shock again; he always threw curveballs at me. How was I supposed to react to this? I felt so small in his arms, but I also felt safe. "Thanks for tonight, that was better than I could have ever imagined. You are such a good girl." He whispered in my ear. My heart sang as he settled in, his breath slowed as I felt his rib cage expand and contract against my back. New feelings swelled in me as I enjoyed the embrace.

He started to snore, I didn't want to move and disturb him. So, I just fell asleep in his arms.

The next week and a half passed in a blur. I was coming home and dressing like a girl almost every day, and every day I did, I got a mouthful of cum. Things progressed as he introduced the accoutrements from the box. I tried out all the clothes he got me, and I was always shocked about how feminine I looked. I needed to get to the doctor quickly.

One day I wore a blindfold. He sat back and let me worship his cock. I learned the distinct features of his cock by mouthfeel until I was confident I could recognize his cock by my tongue alone. I learned every wrinkle on his balls as I rolled them in my mouth, coaxing the cum out of them. Having no vision increased my other senses and made the taste and the tingling stronger.

Another day he tied my hands together and face fucked me deep. He squeezed my throat with his hand, choking me while his cock was lodged in it. I fought against the rope to no avail as he used my throat as his personal sex toy. He really liked when I deep throated him. I impressed myself as my ability to take him deep increased every time we did it.

He even let me tie him up one day, I thoroughly enjoyed teasing and nibbling his cock head, slowly edging him while he cursed me. He came buckets that day, and I swallowed every drop.

Of course, I paid for my bratty behavior the next day. He came in my mouth and made me hold it, not allowing me to swallow. I thought that was already enough torture, but he then spanked my ass into oblivion, still not allowing me to swallow. After the brutal spanking he made me gargle his cum for a solid 2 minutes and beg him with my mouth full before he let me swallow.

He wanted me to progress with the size of the butt plugs I was wearing. I didn't mind, my ass quickly got used to the feeling of being filled and the bigger the plug, the more pressure it gave on a spot in my ass that felt really good.

I never used my safe word; I didn't feel like I needed to. Every time he brought something new into the equation, I found myself enjoying it.

There was also tenderness and intimacy. When I was his good girl, he would cuddle up with me and keep me close. He would never kiss me, but I would completely understand if that was a step too far. I really appreciated those moments, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, the taste of him cum and the tingles that came with it still on my tongue. I started to feel something towards him I was not expecting, and I was scared about what I was feeling.

Finally, the day of my appointment arrived, and I found myself sitting in just a gown as my doctor circled me. He did not like what he was seeing.

"This looks bad, it looks like your body has been releasing a huge amount of estrogen." The doctor said, prodding my breasts that were getting closer to a B cup. I was finding it difficult hiding them under my shirt at work, thankfully Damien got me some sports bras.

"I know doc, I don't know what could be happening. I haven't been eating any soy, what could be causing this?" I asked.

"I don't know, but we have to find out immediately. You have a unique genetic disorder, we were not exactly sure what would happen in this situation, but your body is progressing way faster than it should be. I am afraid if this keeps up you will reach the point of no return."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, suddenly very scared.

"If you reach a certain point your balls will stop creating testosterone, you will be sterile, and possibly impotent. Your body will need estrogen as a replacement, or you could suffer serious health consequences."

"Please doc, how do we solve this? How do we figure out what's causing it?" I asked, in desperation.

"There is one thing I can think of right now." He left and returned with a packet of soy sauce. "I got lucky this was in the fridge. I will pour you a cup and you will drink a little. See how it makes you feel and think if anything you have been doing has been causing the feeling. At this point a little more soy will not do much harm."

"Good idea!" I spoke. He poured some into a cup and I brought it to my lips. I took a sip and waited. And then I felt it. Tingling. Much more subtle than what I had experienced lately but the resemblance was undeniable.