Chapter 3: The Hung Trans Escorts’ Invasion – Stretching the Boy into a Gaping Cum-Dump

Weeks had dissolved into a monotonous nightmare of degradation. Pranjal no longer counted the days. Time had lost all meaning inside the soundproofed South Delhi apartment. The once-sweet, innocent eighteen-year-old from the Himachal hills had become a pale shadow — his slim body marked with fading bruises and permanent bite marks, his once-tight virgin asshole now a soft, puffy, permanently loosened sleeve that twitched at the slightest touch. His cock, trained through endless daily milking, betrayed him constantly, hardening at the mere sound of heels clicking on marble or the scent of cheap perfume.

He spent most days chained lightly to the bed in the main bedroom, naked except for the thin leather collar around his neck. The women had grown bolder with their control. College had long stopped mattering. His old life felt like a distant dream belonging to someone else.

One humid Saturday afternoon, Rani returned from the beauty parlor with a predatory gleam in her kohl-lined eyes. She gathered the other three women in the living room while Pranjal lay curled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Girls,” Rani announced, a wicked smile spreading across her face, “our little boy-pussy has taken our strapons so well. It’s time to upgrade him. I’ve called the professionals. Real cocks. Massive ones.”

Pranjal’s heart sank. He whimpered softly from the bedroom. “Please ... no more ... I can’t...”

Meera laughed, walking over to slap his sore cock lightly. “You’ll take everything we decide, slave. And you’ll thank us for it.”

Within the hour, the doorbell rang.

Four tall, stunning trans women entered the apartment like goddesses of lust. They were in their late twenties to mid-thirties, with curvaceous, feminine bodies — large fake breasts straining against tight tops, wide hips, round asses, long flowing hair, and full, painted lips. But between their thick thighs hung their true weapons: enormous, heavy cocks that swung heavily as they walked.

Natasha, the tallest and most dominant, carried a monstrous 12-inch cock, thick as a wrist, already half-hard. Zara possessed an 11-inch beast with terrifying girth. Lena’s 10-inch cock had a pronounced upward curve. Maya, slightly smaller at 9.5 inches, compensated with the heaviest, fullest balls Pranjal had ever seen.