He didn’t know why he felt compelled to show the non-existent state of his “manhood” to everyone, either. Even now, relaxing in the steam room at the gym like he had a thousand times before, he couldn’t help himself from unwrapping the towel around his waist and man-spreading widely to make sure every guy there had an unobstructed view of him.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop looking at all those men. Ever since the change had come over him, the thoughts he had about his fellow men had become quite different. He wanted them in every way, trying and soon failing to resist the urge to beg them to cum down his throat, to fuck him up the ass — and to fist him up there too for good measure.
Frank didn’t know much, but he did know one thing: he shouldn’t have pissed off a hypnotist therapist.
He wondered if there was a way to undo this. He wondered if he could convince the hypnotist therapist he’d learned his lesson — that he deserved to have a free manhood once more.
But most of all, as the hypnotherapist with a shockingly large cock swinging between his legs made his way over to Frank and he felt his useless nub strain in its cage, he wondered something that scared him: would he like to stay this way?
I know at that moment all I could do was slide my ass off the edge of seat, throw my legs over and show off my virgin pucker. My body was taking action as my brain struggled with my new reality. “You're going to be such a good girl, aren't you princess?” He said, and I felt my nub strain again. “I knew you were going to be here for your first pussy training session.”
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