#singles day

Hoy fue el Día del Soltero y también el Pocky Day xd

A story request from Brookeslutcd.

Don’t be single for Valentine’s Day. The Singles Awareness Day app hooks studs up with girls in your area.

The message blinked on Zach’s phone. He was a freshman in college, and hadn’t talked to a girl yet, better yet found a girlfriend. He shrugged and tapped the “Sign me up!” button.

A red laser shot out from Zach’s phone and scanned down his body. What the? He didn’t know his phone could do that. Zach had other things to worry about when all of his clothes disappeared.

Thank you for volunteering for the S.A.D. program. Our evaluation has placed you in the following roles: Sissy. Slut.

“What?”

Another laser swept over his body, outlining his new clothes. When the fabric materialized, Zach was wearing a school girl’s skirt, high stockings, a blouse and vest.

Zach threw his phone across the room and ripped the clothes off. But to his dismay, they reappeared like a hologram: the faint lines of the clothes rematerialized. There was no escape.

“But I’m not a girl! I want to have sex with a girl.”

Zach cursed and fidgeted with his clothes and phone for the next hour. But his first class of the day was about to start. Zach couldn’t skip class, as much as he wanted too. He grabbed his backpack and took the back hallway out of his dorm.

Four classes. Zach kept his red face hidden behind his laptop in all four classes that day. That didn’t stop two professors from calling on him to answer a question. One professor called him to the front of the room.

After class, Zach hovered just out of sight of the crowded bus stop. He waited until the last minute to get in line. When the bus finally arrive, he slipped on. It was standing room only, leaving no place to hide.

“Cute skirt,” one guy said. Zach blushed and looked away. He wasn’t sure if they guy was teasing him.

“Aww. Where did you get those shoes?” a girl cooed. Zach tried to respond, but just mumbled.

When the bus stopped at his dorm, he practically flew all the way to his dorm room.

“Fuck, glad that’s over.”

Zach’s phone buzzed. He picked it up and read the message.

You have a new date that will arrive in 5 minutes.

“What!”

Engaging slut mode.

Zach felt a warmth spread all over his body. His clothes disappeared, revealing a shiny pink substance spreading from his groin. The substance covered his entire body, including his head. It felt like a wetsuit made of rubber.

Zach stumbled around the room, looking through a pink haze as the suit covered his eyes and mouth. A mirror in the room revealed his head-to-toe pink suit. He had curved hips, a smooth crotch, and breasts.

Zach’s shouts were muffled by the suit. He heard a light knock at the door, which opened. Two male students stepped in the room.

“Dude,” one said.

“Is this a guy’s room?” the other asked.

“Shut up. The app said we’d find the prototype here.”

Both guys spotted Zach half hiding behind his bed. Zach thought of sprinting past the two guys, or fighting them out of his room, but he felt very light and calm. He felt like he was still in his body, but as a passenger.

“It looks so real,” the second guy said.

“That’s what I was telling you. They say having sex with one of these new prototype dolls is like the real thing. No more dealing with the downsides of a girlfriend.”

“Maybe you should go first.”

The first guy grinned. He fit the jock persona. He wore a snapback, tanktop and shorts. He pulled the latter off, revealing his lack of underwear.

The jock walked over and guided Zach to the bed. Zach felt the jock’s hands all over his body. His neck. His stomach. His breasts. He could feel the suit’s breasts as if they were real.

Next, Zach felt a finger in his… He had a vagina too! The feeling was completely alien, but he imagined it was what anal felt like. He would have enjoyed the feeling, were it on his own terms.

“I’ll give the first fucking,” the jock said. “But I want to try spit roasting her next.”

Zach moaned, already feeling the jock’s cock inside him. He thought the sissy clothes were too much, but now this? Zach could only hope this humiliation would end tonight.

Zach didn’t notice his phone buzz as the two guys fucked him. They wouldn’t let up for another hour, so he missed this message:

If you are dissatisfied with the S.A.D. program, you may terminate it in the next 5 minutes. Otherwise, you will be automatically enrolled for one week, plus one day for every time you get penetrated.

This post is a short choose-your-own-adventure story. Read the intro and skip ahead to the section you choose. And remember, I’m looking for photos to post with my stories. Send me some photos of YOU if you want to be featured (anonymously, or otherwise).

Your phone lights up with this message: Ready for Valentine’s Day? Tell your followers about the lucky guy you’ll be spending the day with.

[Yes! I have a date.]

[No. I’m single.]

You select the second option. A new message pops up: We can fix that! Answer this question and we’ll hook you up with your dream date. Describe yourself:

[A total stud. The envy of the locker room.]

[A kid at heart. Loves to be a spoiled.]

[A puppy dog. Adventurous and loyal.]

A total stud.

You press the button with a smirk. Of course you’re a stud. Anyone who’s seen your cock knows. Even now it feels tight in your pants. You reach down to adjust your bulge and feel something hard. Hard like plastic. You look down your gym shorts to see you’re wearing a jockstrap you hadn’t put on. How did that get there?

A wave of strong musk wafts up from the cup, even though you know you showered just this morning. You try to run your thumb under the waistband, but the black mesh athletic cup won’t budge. It seems to be fused with your crotch, as solid as any other part of your body.

Your phone buzzes with a new message. Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, stud. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. The jockstrap model will deny you the ability to touch your cock. It also enhances your pheromones to attract dominant men. Once per week, you will be permitted orgasm if you meet the following conditions: You wear nothing but the jockstrap in at least three (3) different gym locker rooms for two (2) hours each. You give blowjobs to at least seven (7) different men. You get fucked by at least seven (7) different men. You smell at least a dozen men’s dirty underwear.

Your enrollment in this program will continue until a man you’ve met in a locker room claims you, at which point the suit’s settings will be controlled by him.

A kid at heart.

As you press this button, you feel your pants get warm. And wet. You just wet yourself! You curse and wiggle your way out of your pants. How could this happen? As you peel your wet underwear off, the sight of your cock confuses you. You shave from time to time, but now your crotch is perfectly smooth. And your dick looks smaller.

The doorbell rings.

You stumble into a new pair of pants and answer the door. No one is there, but there’s a large package addressed to you. You bring it in and open it up. Inside are several neat square bundles with labels: Little Pawz. Space. BareBum. They’re diapers.

Your phone buzzes with a new message: Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, boy. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. Unlike other models, the diaper boy configuration has no physical presence. Instead, the suit will prevent you from controlling your bladder, or achieving self-pleasure. An order a diapers has been delivered to your address for your convenience. Please open the “starter pack” now.

You look for the pack in the box and see a single wrapped diaper. When you rip open the plastic, it lets out a puff of white powder. You choke on the flowery scent. Baby powder! By the time your vision clears, you notice the diaper in your hands is gone. It’s wrapped around your butt.

Your phone buzzes again: Starter diaper successfully installed. The S.A.D. suit will prevent you from removing your diapers. You will be assigned a new daddy each week to assist you with changes. Additionally, the daddy may give you an orgasm at his discretion. We recommend you obey commands from your daddies, if you want to be rewarded.

Your enrollment in this program will continue until a daddy claims you full-time, at which point the suit setting will be controlled by him.

You stare blankly at the message, unsure what to do. You notice the warm sensation around your groin again. The diaper swells.

A puppy dog.

You press the button and feel something firm around your neck. You feel a thick leather strap, a cold steel buckled, and a D-ring with dog tags that jingle. A collar! You fidget with the buckle for a couple minutes, but can’t find a way to remove it. You try to curse. But instead you hear “Woof!”

Ruff?

Your phone buzzes with a new message: Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, pup. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. In addition to converting your speech, the pup model will ensure you obey the orders of your owner. A new owner will be assigned to you each week. Before you are presented to your owner, he will send you a package of the gear you will wear for the week.

The doorbell rings, and you bark. Shit. You pull at the collar as you go to the door. You find a package addressed to you. You bring it inside and open it up. The package contains a steel chastity belt. A full rubber suit. Rubber mitts. And a rubber butt plug with a puppy tail.

You think to say “I’m not wearing this!” But you growl instead. When your collar shocks you, you yelp.

Your phone buzzes: You must obey your owner’s commands. After you are geared up, handler will arrive to secure you in a kennel. Then you will be transported to your first owner. Your enrollment in this program will end when an owner claims you full-time.

You whine and reach for the rubber gear.

Thanks for reading! Message me what scenario you chose, and if you enjoyed your fate.