I will answer every single question you leave in the comments.  

What you’re about to read is the full, shameful story of my life. How I went from a girl with a future to nothing more than a desperate, brainless set of tits that exists to be laughed at and used.

I will answer any question you leave in the comments and submit myself to the shame of exposing my private life on a porn website.  

All I want is for you to enjoy my desperation, laugh at my failures, and get off on how completely pathetic I am.

 

My Story

I used to be a beautiful, well-dressed girl that people respected. I had money, parents who loved me, two younger sisters who looked up to me, and I even got into law school.

 

What I never had was any real intelligence.

I failed every single class. Year after year. For 8 years I kept repeating the first year. In all that time I only managed to finish the equivalent of a little more than one year of courses. My parents kept paying the tuition out of pity and because they still believed I would eventually figure it out. At the beginning I lied about my grades and they believed me. After the second year no one believed me anymore, but they kept paying anyway. Changing courses was never an option. It would have been too big a shame for my family to admit they had a loser like me.

Slowly their hope turned into pity. Pity turned into disappointment. Disappointment turned into pure disgust.

Altough my sisters are normal people, to me they are just pork meat, but the truth is they’re normal and they’re ashamed of me. Ashamed of me posting bikini photos, swimsuits and dresses that show off my tits, pretending I live a luxury life while I’m just a retarded failure who never achieved anything and only knows how to talk about useless nonsense. One of the biggest reasons they hate me is because they know what I do online. They’ve caught me several times in my room with my legs spread for more than ten hours, rubbing my cunt, talking to men and watching porn.

The way I decided to deal with being a complete failure was to prostitute myself online. Not for money, but for attention. I made profiles on porn sites and started begging perverts to humiliate me, degrade me and dehumanize me. I like reading the disgusting comments about my gross body and retarded idiot face.

The real turning point came in two moments.  

First when people started calling me a pig. I imagined myself with a pig snout and my cunt started dripping by itself. Then someone called me a dairy cow. I’ve had big tits since I was 11yo and men have always stared at them, but no one had ever called me a cow before. I imagined myself pregnant, tits swollen with milk, drinking all of it myself instead of leaving any for the baby. I got soaking wet just from that thought.

I was 12yo when I received my first cum tribute. A pervert, old enough to be my grandpa had seen my innnocent pics and he fell in love with my obscene 12yo fat tits. We developed a relationship and he was my first boyfriend. His sperm was thick and disgusting with yellowish clumps. We dated for 3 years. I would entertain him daily and he would feed me daily sperm tributes on my pics. During this time I started watching bukkake videos obsessively and finally accepted what I wanted to be when I grew up... A Sperm Toilet and a Tits Clown.

Anyway, nowadays I still live with my parents. They protect me out of habit, even though they’re disgusted by me. I have no job. I live off them. Sometimes when they are angry they even call me a vermin. Only two people from my real life ever found my porn profiles and sent me screenshots. I denied everything in a panic, deleted the accounts… and created new ones not long after.

I don’t see myself as a person anymore. I’m just a toilet. A piece of rotten meat. Cow tits. Stinky loose holes. Whatever the pervert on the other side of the screen wants me to be so he can empty his balls on my photo.

Sometimes, alone in my room in the middle of the night, I still cry. I know exactly what kind of piece of shit I’ve become. But the crying doesn’t change anything.

The next day I open my legs again, open the chat, and ask to be treated like the PIG I really am.

 

Thank you for listening to my story, feel free to write your thoughs and questions. 

 

Love you all,

 

Catarina Sofia Sousa Couto