chronoSprockets

  Sexual assault, further mental changes/identity death, gaslighting, anal sex

  [colpse]

  I pout at my monitor in frustration. This game is too hard. There's too many buttons and fshing prompts. I curl my lip in annoyance and whine in voice chat.

  "This is, like, too hard. Where even is the, um, "shift" key? I can't find it."

  Trent's voice comes in over Discord loud and clear.

  "Bro, are you fucking serious? You can't just ditch us for nearly a week and then come back pretending not to know where the shift key is just because you're now a girl."

  "Just tell me please... it's hard enough to focus on all the big numbers."

  Lars sighs and speaks very sternly to me.

  "Okay Lora. I know you're having a period of personal change due to coming out as a trans woman, but please treat this seriously. You're a necessary part of our team and if you're not going to act like it I'd rather you just step out."

  "But, it's, like, so hard Lars. What does it mean when "Glorified" fshes across the screen? I don't want to think this hard, I wanna sit back and press one button I think."

  I take my hand off my mouse, I wasn't doing much with it anyway. I just wanted to remind them of my name when they called me a weird guy's name. It's not my fault they wanted me to py some dumb complicated game with them.

  I'm even missing time with Serafine for this.

  I run a hand through my shoulder length blonde hair and giggle. I use my newly freed hand to pull my duvet up over me and get more comfy. Ideally someone else would do it for me, but Serafine isn't in my room right now.

  "Don't ugh when I'm trying to coach you. I'm being genuine. Please just take this seriously."

  "Why?" I moan out as I lean back in my chair and fan myself with my dainty hand. I think I should get my nails done maybe, maybe a sparkly pink. Serafine would approve of that.

  "BRO YOU'RE LITERALLY DOWN ACCEPT MY HEALS!" Trent shouts over my headset.

  I retreat further under my duvet and whine. "Mortan Bloodgod" is currently lying dead on the floor of some dumb forest. Ugh. This is so boring. I don't know how I ever pyed this before.

  "Shut up "Sirah Fellhorn". You sound so dumb right now. It's not a DPS's job to get back up, the healer should be able to do it himself." I shoot back at him.

  "It's literally your job. I don't care if you're a girl now bro, you still have to follow basic game mechanics like "accepting a revive"."

  "This game is too hard to follow. I don't want to py it anymore. Can we py something simpler?"

  A bright red message fshes across my monitor reading "RAID FAILED". A big scary dragon creature roars and breathes fire and kills my friends. They should have just pyed better, it's not my job to carry the party.

  Lars speaks as his voice drips with venom. I don't know why he's so mad at me.

  "Helldivers again? God Lora you can't just be a bitch to us because we're not pying what you want."

  "I'm not being a bitch! I don't want to py Helldivers either, that sounds, like, way too complex and gunny."

  "Gunny?" Trent says with exasperation.

  "Gunny? Like something with guns in it, as opposed to something with swords in it that would be swordy."

  "Drop the act Lora." Lars hisses.

  "What? I'm not acting. I'm bored. I wanna py like... Stardew Valley. That's simpler right?"

  "You don't even own that, and I thought that was "too woke" for you."

  "Awake?"

  "Woke."

  "I don't get it. Can we py it? It has like that pretty girl with the purple hair, right?"

  "Bro, are you trying to py Stardew Valley so you can fantasise about dating your roommate through Abigail? Your retionship with her is so fucking weird." Trent jabs. Rage boils in me.

  "Serafine is not weird! She's my friend and close confidant. We've just been hanging out way more over the past week." I pout at the screen and turn squarely away from the monitor with Discord on it with a "Hmpf."

  It's true. We've spent a lot of time together the past week. But we aren't dating! We're just friends...

  Sure, she fucked me in my bumhole, for the first time, on the sofa st night. And I've sucked her cock every night recently, but that's not dating? It's just roommate things. She calls me her Princess and uses me while I gracefully let her take care of me. We have a deal.

  We eat together every meal and she pours my drinks for me. I don't have to lift a finger for much of anything these days. Well I do have to wash and take care of my hair, but I'm hoping she'll do that for me when it grows out in time. It's far too short as is.

  It's so weird we didn't start doing this earlier. I love her girlbulge and how it feels in my holes. She tells me how much she enjoys me like this, which must mean she's really into fucking me.

  So, not dating. Totally. It's just about her cock.

  "Whatever, I'm done for the night Lora. Log back on when you're willing to be serious and not act like a brat. You're a good bdesinger and you might be a prick, but you don't need to act like a bimbo all of a sudden. Just be... decent for once." Lars rants at me. Then he leaves the voice call.

  I let out a whine and cross my arms. Dumb friends not getting it at all. I'm trying my best!

  "I'm not a bimbo. I'm, like, really clever. Serafine told me so st night."

  She did! She put on a movie to do with dders and railed me into the sofa so hard I squealed and moaned when she filled my bum full of her cum. She graciously wiped my small dick down afterwards, and cleaned the sofa of her seed that tragically leaked from my bumhole.

  She takes such good care of me. I might be falling for her to be honest.

  "Dude, I don't know when you realised you were trans, but you're a total bimbo. I can't believe you're dumber as a girl than a guy."

  "I'm not a dude, I'm, like, a pretty girl. You should see my hair Trent." I pick up my new pink hairbrush and start brushing my locks idly while giggling.

  "I'm not interested in you hitting on me. I don't want to get involved in your weird roommate drama." He sounds so dismissive. I could swear he really enjoys Princess Elsinore (the arguably best part of the dumb game) though, so why wouldn't he like me?

  Or maybe he liked Guard Captain Arutheus. Who's honestly not that interesting now that I think about it. I wouldn't let him use me the way Serafine does.

  "I'm not. Gosh it's like you don't even get what I'm saying. Maybe you're the dumb one."

  "See you dude. Maybe don't piss off Lars next time." Trent leaves the call and I'm left alone.

  I shouldn't py dumb games with dumb boys if they're just going to demean me and not be willing to give me the royal respect I deserve. I take my headset off because it's too big for me anyway. I don't know why I bought it when it's so big anyway, it doesn't fit my dainty head and ears at all.

  I gaze around my boring, grey, messy room and Hmpf. Lars & Trent are just as boring as this room. They don't want to give me the time of day. I extricate myself from my duvet fort and struggle to gain my bance as I stand up on the floor of my room. I've been struggling to bance my walking the past week. It's like someone's plotting evilly to prevent me from being able to walk like a prim and proper dy should.

  I open my door and storm out and approach Serafine's door, then I take a deep breath and regain my composure. I brushed my hair just now, check. My hair flows down to my shoulders in a mix of blonde and purple curls, and there's some weird strands of brunette here or there as well. Sometimes I think I can hear squelching when I think about my hair too hard.

  Serafine put my phone away somewhere safe when I started thinking about things too hard because of it. She knows what's best for me. It's not like I need it for anything anyway. It just has a bunch of confusing images and applications on it.

  I'm wearing a blue top Serafine gave me from her wardrobe, and it hangs off my middling sized boobs and small frame awkwardly. It's not very dylike. My legs are covered in an old pair of her leggings that she trimmed for my smaller stature. It clings to my bum and hips and Serafine has told me how insatiable it makes me look.

  I gently rap on the door and stand there waiting for her to notice me, impatiently. A few seconds ter, the door opens and Serafine comes out in a band T-shirt and a very revealing pair of shorts that her cock bulges through. She leans against the door and makes a purring noise, she's at least half a foot taller than me and I love it. At least I think that's how numbers work.

  She runs a long bck nail down my cheek as I shiver and she makes another purring noise.

  "Hi Lora, what's got you begging for me looking so grumpy and adorable?" She coos at me and I feel a hot blush rise to my face.

  "My online companions were mean to me. They refused to recognise the respect I deserve."

  "My sweet Princess, did they refuse to call you Lora? I'll do bad things to them if so." She cracks her knuckles and bares her teeth.

  "No. They, um, called me Lora. They just expected me to do a bunch of hard work with numbers and buttons. I'm, like, not fit for that." I twirl a hair and bounce my thighs together. "Obviously."

  "You poor thing." Serafine growls at me before grabbing my neck and pulling me close. My heartbeat rises as she brings her lips to my forehead for a quick kiss. "A pretty little Princess like you shouldn't have to do so much work. She probably shouldn't even be pying games like ABOMINANT, she should be doing something much more brainless. Like being in my room."

  Serafine puts her two hands on my ample bum and pulls me into her room. I've been here once or twice in the past week for "progress reports", as Serafine calls them.

  In the middle is a big double bed decorated with strange bck and white symbols on the duvet and pillows. She has a PC of her own to one side of the room that's set up under a desk that has a screen and vanity mirror on top, although the technology looks less fancy than mine.

  Not that I even need mine to be so fancy when dumb games like ABOMINANT are boring and not worth my time. Or when keys are so hard to locate.

  There's an ebony wardrobe in one corner, along with a chest of drawers and a few shelves lined with various memorabilia from properties I don't recognise. A tall full body mirror rimmed with silver sits by her wardrobe.

  The strangest thing in her room is the locked metal box tucked close to her bed. I daren't ask what's in there. Moonlight streams through the window behind her bed as she drags me in and I let out a yelp.

  "You make such pretty noises Lora." She shoves me on top of her duvet and overpowers me, incense burns my nose as her long blue hair falls seamlessly beside her moonlit face in a braid.

  I squeak and feel her push me further onto the bed, so that my whole body is id out on it. I bite my lip and feel myself grow warm below and my nipples stiffen. She pces a pillow beneath my head and arranges my hair on top of it gently. Good. I like being treated like this.

  "Now. I think we should do a progress report, what do you think your Highness?" She chuckles. I nod at her and try to be a good girl for her. It's what she expects of me.

  I don't get what her "progress reports" are honestly. She kind of just spys me out and comments on my body as if the facts about it are new to me. It's kind of stupid of her to not realise what my body is like. Haven't we lived together for a bunch of months now?

  She runs a hand through my mostly blonde and purple hair tenderly and then licks her lips. I shiver and giggle.

  "We're almost there with your hair colouration, although we still have a bit to go with the length I'd reckon. You've been continuing to take care of it like I taught you, right?"

  "Yes Serafine. Although I wish you'd do it more for me, it feels really good when you do." I love how her carefully brushing and washing my locks felt. It makes me giggle and kick my feet in excitement to even vaguely remember it.

  "Good form but don't get ahead of yourself with your demands right now. You still have work to do after this, okay? Not hard work of course though."

  I squint in confusion but just squirm as she moves her hands down to my face and gently pokes and runs fingers over my delicate round face.

  "Pretty, adorable, perfect. There's very little trace of him left in your bone structure. Good girl. You could do with some makeup and skincare though I think. We'll get on that soon."

  I just nod and blush. She doesn't like me interrupting her too much when she's trying to seriously gauge things. Her hands go down to my neck and shoulders, and grope my delicate short arms.

  "We're not fully done yet with your size but you're so pickupable and dainty now, aren't you? You're so fucking hot with how I could just pick you up and throw you around. And I didn't even comment on those eyes. They're almost entirely purple. You're going to be completely unrecognizable from him in every way. Fuck." She adjusts the waistband of her shorts as I can see her cock stiffen from within. I lick my lips and keep my gaze on it.

  "Not yet, Princess. We're still doing your progress report. As much as I want to nail you into this bed and not let you leave." I start to rub my legs together before she grabs one and pries them apart. "No. You don't have to do work around me, remember? You shouldn't need to satisfy yourself. A good Princess lets herself be pampered."

  I nod back at her. I'm feeling hot and strange all over. I just want her to rail me again. I don't care that she's pointing out how small and dainty my body is.

  "P-please, just get on with it." I bite my lip and moan.

  "Well, if you say so sweet." Serafine cups my breasts with her hands and kisses each of my stiff nipples, eliciting two dainty moans from me. "Fuck. You must be a C cup at least now. We can go bigger though, can't we?"

  "Yes..." It's so hard to not agree with her. Especially when she's saying what I think all the time.

  "You've always wanted big breasts right? To show off your cleavage to all the girls around you like a good slut does. But only I'm here to show off to. Just me to take care of you. No one else." Her words sound sharp and protective. I want her to whisper them to me while she's deep inside me.

  "Of course, I um, wish they were bigger..." I moan out as I think about how good of a slut I am. It's so boring having average size breasts. It's just a shame they won't grow much more now that I'm an adult.

  "Fuck." Serafine pulls her shorts off in an instant and makes a performance of showing me her bright red panties and the hard girlbulge that throbs from inside them. "I'm too fucking horny for you sweet. You get me too riled up."

  I resist the urge to immediately open a hole up for her to enter me through. I must keep my composure and be prim and proper until it is appropriate not to. She rubs her cock against my crotch and I whine. Then she starts to pull my shirt off, I raise my arms to allow her to pull it off me completely.

  Serafine settles my head back down and kneads my breasts for a few seconds. I let out a gasp at how sensitive they feel.

  "I can't focus on this. Fuck. But I want to finish this first, I want to savour your perfect body so bad. Maybe I'll just fuck you until I pass out."

  She runs her hands down my waist and grabs my hips. I instinctually buck upwards with them. I want my bum to be filled so bad that I can't help it.

  "Delicious. Child-bearing hips. Like a proper Princess should have. That combined with your waist makes you so close to true perfection. You don't even remember having a lick of hair anywhere but your head do you?"

  I ponder really hard despite the fuzziness that constantly covers every inch of my thoughts. I can't remember a time when I needed to shave my body hair. I purse my lips and tilt my head at Serafine.

  "Like, what are you even talking about?"

  "So pretty. So dumb." She peels off my leggings and cmps my legs between her bare thighs while she toys with my panties. I hope she doesn't mind how leaky I am in them.

  She told me this morning to only ever wear panties from now on, and then gave me a stack of cy pink panties. I listened obediently to her as am I wont to do. The only issue is they show off how wet and needy I get so easily. But it's nice to have undergarments that are so girly.

  I'm still staring at her girlbulge all the while, but that's okay since she doesn't need my focus for this anymore. I can just lie back and let her enjoy herself. That's what the warm fuzziness tells me.

  She grabs my tiny feminine dick through my panties and ughs wildly. Then she pulls them down and stares at my very small leaky erection while licking her lips.

  "Oh baby, you're so close to being ready to take me in another hole. You don't even have balls anymore. That's so fucking hot. I can't control myself around you." She runs her hands down my shapely legs with a tingle, the tips of her nails going all the way to my small dainty feet.

  Then Serafine sms her hands down either side of my head and brings her face down to stare into me with her starry blue eyes. She growls at me and nips my ear and then smashes her lips against mine, shoving her tongue deep into my throat. I moan and half-heartedly push my tongue against hers but there's no point fighting her that hard. She's way bigger than me and always wins in situations like this.

  She pulls back from the kiss and pecks my cheek, marking it with her dark lipstick. I shudder and bite my lip thinking about her fiery intoxicating taste.

  "I'm going to fucking ravish you now okay? So just sit back and make pretty noises while I cum in your cute bum. That's your difficult task for tonight." I whine and bat my eyeshes at her. She pulls off her panties and lets her girthy girlbulge free. I moan and let my lip quiver.

  "P-please. P-please. F-fuck me. I need it." I can feel my eyes brimming with tears from how intense my need is. She wipes away a tear with the back of her hand and presses a kiss to my forehead.

  Then she picks up a bottle of lube off her bedside table and begins to ther her cock with it. I stare hungrily as my own probably leaks a comparably pathetic amount of clear fluid. It doesn't do much more than that. I could never fuck someone the way Serafine fucks me. I'm a girl meant to be used by her, not one meant to use other girls.

  Serafine finds my entrance with her fingers and then presses the tip of herself against it. She grins like a shark at me and pushes my flexible legs up high.

  "You want to know a fun fact Lora?"

  "W-what..." I pout. Why can't she use me already!

  "Don't act grumpy with me slut." She starts to push herself in and I let out a squeak as I feel my butt clench around her. "Fuck your bum feels even better the second time around. But you want to know it right? Even if you're so dumb and brainless that you won't remember it tomorrow."

  "O-okay." I'm not the cleverest girl sometimes. I have been very forgetful recently. It's hard to keep track of it all.

  She thrusts herself deeper and I squeal. She lets out a gasp of pleasure and ughs to herself. "I did this to you."

  "Um, what?" She thrusts into me again and I struggle to focus on her words. Everything is beginning to feel pink and fuzzy. Just how I like it. I giggle and twirl a purple lock with one of my hands.

  "I made you into this. I put a fucking worm in your brain that's making you my dumb fleshli- fuck you feel so good Lora. I don't care about gloating anymore this second actually. It feels pointless now that you're like this. I'm just going to fuck you until you scream." She tosses her braid back and thrusts deeper. I yelp.

  "Just like that babygirl. Just like that." She purrs in a low husky voice. I swoon and make another Princessly noise as I can feel her cock deep inside me. Whatever she was talking about clearly wasn't important.

  She starts thrusting into me faster and faster until my noises have risen into a chorus of moans and screams. Serafine's noises are an ever increasing series of pleasured pants and grunts as she fucks me faster and faster, treating me exactly how I like to be treated.

  She mercilessly fucks me for a length of time I can't count that night. I soon forget about Lars & Trent and their dumb game that I decide I don't care about anymore. I just giggle and scream while I'm fucked well and good by Serafine's cock. Her hips sp against my buttcheeks all the while. It's so fun. I love being a girl and having my needy holes filled.

  By the time she's finished I'm pretty sure that she's come inside me multiple times. My own much smaller member is pooling clear fluid all over my delicate tummy. She pulls herself out from my bum and rests her soaked girlbulge on my tummy for a second. She's panting and exhausted.

  Serafine pnts a kiss on my forehead before I hear the shower run. Soon after, she's back in the room and all over me again.

  She wipes my tummy and crotch clean of fluids, and then wipes the area around my bumhole where her cum has leaked out. I giggle happily.

  "Such a good girl. You cum just like a pretty Princess. Wouldn't you agree with me Lora?"

  "Yes, Serafine. I totally do."

  "A good girl like you deserves a reward tonight. For taking me so well and without compint."

  She lifts my body up and tucks me underneath her covers. I squee with excitement. I've never gotten to sleep in her bed before.

  She rests my head atop a pillow again and then brushes my hair with her hairbrush. I giggle happily as she tucks herself in and clutches me tight, grinding against me passively with her fccid cock.

  "Lora. You did really good just then. Just like a brainless Princess should, if you're good enough in the morning I'll facefuck you before I go to work." She whispers sweetly in my ear as she runs her hands all over my soft skin.

  "Um. I think I have like, work to get up for tomorrow as well, Serafine." I mention relunctantly.

  I barely even manage to remember that I have work tomorrow because it's felt really weird and wrong going the past few days. Everyone looks at me weirdly or expects me to do so much for them. It's not fair. It was hard enough expining to my "Manager" that I'm Lora and not some weird guy who might have once been me.

  It's like they actually expect me to pay attention. Gosh.

  "Don't go. I want you home tomorrow sweet. It's not appropriate for someone of your status to work, plus no one will believe that a dumb bimbo like you is fit to do work within a few days anyway. Might as well just not go tomorrow, right?"

  I'm not really sure what she means entirely, but it's an excuse to not go to work and maybe I could download Stardew Valley and see if it's easier to py than that dumb game Lars & Trent want me to take seriously. I make a happy noise and bury my head into her shoulder.

  "Good girl." She presses a kiss to my neck and I can feel her growing hard against me. I squirm and look up at her with my big "doe eyes" as Serafine frequently calls them.

  "P-please?"

  "So horny. Princess Lora is so fucking cock-hungry she can't take a few minutes of grinding under the covers. I'll facefuck you in the morning sweet... go to sleep."

  "Okay Serafine. I, um, really like you I think."

  "You really like me?"

  "Y-yes. Like I think I'm falling for you..."

  My cock starts to feel warm and I pray that I haven't just fucked my retionship with my stunning roommate up. She kisses me deeply and runs a hand through my hair.

  "So sweet. So dumb. I bet you want to be my girlfriend? I bet you want to date me?"

  "I'd l-like that... someone was teasing me for what we have earlier..."

  "Princess, I think our retionship is a bit different than being girlfriends, wouldn't you say? You're my dumb sextoy, okay? Not a girlfriend. You are just so sweet like this though. I didn't even intend for you to beg me to be your girlfriend."

  I nod obediently. She does treat me like her dumb sextoy and compare me to her fleshlight regurly. But that doesn't mean I'm not important to her. I have to be. She treats me so well. I giggle happily and finally begin to drift off to sleep.

  "Goodnight Lora." Serafine says to me in a soothing voice. I let out a happy giggle and try my best to murmur out goodnight in response.

  She holds me tight all night long while she smushes her chest against me. I dream of great big worms and living in luxurious castles where servants feed me grapes and chocotes all day and night long.

  Somehow I can't help but feel like I've forgotten something important when I wake up. It's all made better by Serafine fucking my pretty face into a drooling mess though.

  I don't know how I lived without her before these days. And if I'm being honest, I struggle to recall days before I started living with her.

  It's probably for the best that I'm not going to work today. I'm just so forgetful and a Princess like me wouldn't fit in there at all. Not at all. I fit much better under a duvet being fed my breakfast by Serafine.

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