..looked at her like she was a weirdo and walked out....maybe even told my mum about her. But as I said earlier, I'd not dressed up now for around 8 w...eks and the urge to raid my mom' knicker drawer was becoming too much. Here was linda, with a wardrobe full of stuff for me to wear!"yes please" I blurted out"good boy" she siad, "you'll need some help getting into that corset" oh erm....yeah I guess" I said.....she wanted to stay while I dressed?...she wanted to watch. I'd kind of assumed she'd. She gasped when she saw the huge dick staring back at her. She had no idea who the number was or who sent the picture. It sure wasn't Daniel, he wasn't anywhere near that big. And, it looked like the picture had been taken in the school bathrooms. Her mind reeled. All to soon, she heard the dreaded sound of the bell dismissing class. Her head pounded from all the days events that had come to pass, and the nerves that overflowed her stomach. She drug her feet slowly down the hallway, waiting for. She had sent many of those people personalised invitations to rape her. Even if she met new people, she would likely slut up against them and want to touch their cocks. That was who she was now.She didn't even need to do anything for people to know she was a slut. They would know just by looking at her. They had always known, by her pink slut hair and her giant tits - even bigger now, since she'd started lactating. They'd know her by her clothes. The only clothes she owned made her look. Everyone will turn to you in their hour of need and seek your direction, your spiritual advice. They'll turn to you whenever they want to know what I'd think about something. They'll ask you how I reacted to various things. And they'll want to know what I want them to do next. And you'll end up putting your own anguish aside because they deserve that much. You'll find you simply can't deny them that. And when it happens, you'll realize the position I'm in now. This is bigger than the both of.