Pretty Little Cumslut Vicky's Secret College Life
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Chapter 11: Starting HRT
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Starting HRT - Vicky is the cutest sissy in college — adored by everyone, secretly shared by five dominant men. From risky classroom freeuse and filthy gloryhole nights to a devastating emotional breakdown, Vicky begins his journey into womanhood with HRT. As her body blooms into stunning curves, she navigates love, drama, and raw desire. She marries Alex, the man who truly sees her, yet never stops being the insatiable slut her boys crave. A wife, a mother, and forever their pretty little cumslut.
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Three weeks had passed since Vicky’s emotional breakdown in Stefen’s arms.
The boys had kept their word. The degradation had almost completely stopped. In its place came gentle praise, extra affection, and a level of care Vicky hadn’t realized he was starving for. Logan still fucked him hard when he craved it, but always followed it with long hours of cuddling. Ruben made sure he ate properly and got enough rest. Alex took him on quiet dates. Stefen became his emotional safe space, always ready to listen.
Yet something deeper was stirring inside Vicky.
He spent hours alone in front of the mirror, tracing the subtle changes hormones had already begun — softer skin, slightly fuller cheeks, the tender swelling under his nipples. Every time he saw himself, the same question echoed louder: What if I went further?
The thought both terrified and excited him.
It was a quiet Sunday evening when Vicky finally gathered the courage.
The boys were all at the apartment — sprawled across the living room, relaxed after a casual dinner. Vicky stood in front of them, wearing one of Alex’s oversized hoodies that reached mid-thigh. He fidgeted with the sleeves, heart hammering in his chest.
“I’ve been thinking about something,” he began, voice soft but steady. “For a long time now.”
All four of them gave him their full attention.
Vicky took a deep breath.
“I want to start HRT. Proper hormone replacement therapy. Estrogen ... and probably blockers too.”
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of his words settled over them.
Stefen was the first to react. He stood up and walked straight to Vicky, pulling him into a warm, supportive hug.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, kissing the top of Vicky’s head. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
Vicky nodded against his chest. “I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. But ... I don’t want to stay halfway anymore. I want softer skin. I want real breasts. I want my face to look more feminine. I want to feel like the girl I see myself as.”
Ruben leaned forward on the couch, studying Vicky carefully.
“You sure about this, princess? It’s a big step. Some changes are permanent.”
“I know,” Vicky said, meeting his eyes. “I’ve researched everything. The risks, the timeline, the emotional side effects. I’ve thought about it every single day for weeks. This feels right.”
Logan rubbed his jaw, looking thoughtful but supportive.
“You’re gonna look even more dangerous with tits,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “But seriously ... if this is what you want, we’ve got your back. Every appointment, every mood swing, every change — we’re here.”
Alex stood up and gently cupped Vicky’s face with both hands, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“You’re going to be so beautiful,” he murmured. “And we’re going to love every single version of you. This doesn’t change how much we want you. If anything, it makes me want you more.”
Vicky’s eyes watered with relief. He had been so scared they might hesitate or try to talk him out of it.
“I was afraid you’d think I was being too much,” he admitted quietly.
Ruben let out a soft laugh and pulled Vicky onto his lap.