A Whimsical Halloween for the Owsin

Forewords and warnings.

This story contains an awful lot of silly non-sense for the sake of entertainment.

Conditions described in this story are based on real life, with a bunch of non-sense added for the sake of creating silly scenes and situations (which means to say NOT REALISTIC AT ALL). If you have any of the described conditions reacting the way they do in here, seek help!

All characters present are adults and completely able to issue their consent. Though, the fantasies described here play heavy on what some people would love to have as a wild ride without responsibilities or consequences of real life.

Tags : #nsfw #crossdressing #feminization #sillynonsensepassingascomedy #magicaltransformation #fairies #witches #bumblingbuffons #bigbutts #bubblebutts #Bigbooties and #bigboobies as well as #lactation.

Relationships are well down the route of pan-sexuality, but expect an awful lot of focus on #blowjobs, #buttsex, #anal, #hotdogging and #unecessarybuttfocus and whimsical beings that take liberty to further extents that our protagonist may anticipate.

Chapter 1 - Ryan-O

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather be my assistant?" Phomda, a dirty blonde girl inquired just as she was finishing with the hauling of the things that she had just gotten out from her aunt's mansion of a house towards a mini-truck.

"Yeah... I mean... Couldn't deal with the dress code." Ryan replied, doing his best to not lose his breath as he hauled heavier boxes than his friend.

"Nobody would know it's you!" she rolled her eyes "Frankly, you're so insecure sometimes."

"Its not insecurity... I mean, you're born for the stages and the audiences and the whole nine yards of fame and success... I'm not." Ryan replied, he did his best to not show too much longing and appreciation as he thought about Phomda conducting her show.

"Yeah right... But thanks." She went on to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As they had just hauled stuff into the truck, both had sore spots, which led to a clumsy brush of lips on their side.

They both stopped for a moment, as if waiting on the other to do something.

"You're a great friend, Ryan!" Phomda announced as she resumed the hug.

There it was, the phrase that cut through the young man's heart and threatened to skewer it.

"No problem, really." He replied over her shoulder as the hug got longer and longer while he needed a shield for his face for a couple seconds too long.

"I will make sure to tell Auntie to pay you handsomely..." she added, not letting him go yet. "Maybe with a confidence potion... So you'd be my assistant, next time." she added with a giggle.

"Yeah... It would take more than confidence to wear what you require..."

"Hey, it's part of the whole magic show deal..." She shrugged her shoulders. at him. She bit her tongue as she held back commenting anything about her friend's figure, although she did a quack scan from head to toe.

"Remember to water her plants."

"I will make sure to water the plants." Ryan nodded, grateful to simply ignore any propositions that he might have the right figure to pose as eye candy for a magic show.

"And take breaks, it's a big house."

"I will take breaks..." Ryan nodded again, all too obedient.

"And to think for yourself." Phomda had her hands on her hips.

"I'm completely unable to do so!" Ryan affirmed, both shared a laugh at this.

"Thanks again, Ryan-O."

"No problem-o Phomda"

She nodded at him one last time before getting into the truck and driving away.

Ryan's eyes longed as he saw his magician crush drive away towards an out-of-the-blue show contract.

"Should have taken the assistant role..." Ryan lamented, now alone, ready to go into the house he had agree to look after.

"It was a good plan, show up, have privacy and see if things would go anywhere... Now I'm a housekeeper, for..."

Just then, Ryan realized they never said how long he'd be looking after that big house.

"Her Aunt is supposedly on vacation. But when does she arrive again?" Ryan thought it was better to avoid immediately calling and save face from his unorganized way of preparing for an odd job.

The young man was soon inside, tackling the first tasks that he could think about, which were the dishes, although, there was a lot of dust, so maybe that should be a priority, less he'd be sneezing and coughing too much from some of the comically formed clouds of dust.

"Does anybody even live here? Or is this, just that big of a house collect more dirt?" Suddenly, the whole deal seemed unfair, or maybe Ryan should have negotiated a better price for his time.

And so it was that Ryan decided to use a duster, at first, just so he could use a broom and a mop, also thinking to himself that it was a least quirky that there was no vacuum-cleaner in the house.

And surely, he did wonder if perhaps, one of the brooms was actually capable of flight, but decided it was all a bit too silly to believe.

"Magic tricks are illusions, diversions? Sure..." he shook his head as he closed the broom closet. "No such thing as real magic though..."

Just then, he thought he'd heard giggling, but then maybe it was the wind against the trees of the estate.

As he went upstairs, the young man left the broom ready by one of the unassuming doors. Dusting he went, coughing and sneezing, and wondering how long some sections had gone without any sort of cleaning.

Once again, he heard giggling.

"I mean... Witch's House... Maybe... Ghosts?" Ryan felt a chill ran down his back, which made him look around, this time noticing an open window. "Nah, not real."

Still, being alone with random sounds happening made him think about possibilities.

"Maybe... Well, maybe there is some family in a picnic somewhere nearby..." He decided to close the window and go back to his chores.

Until, more giggling sounds, and the sharp sound of wood falling on wooden floor made him jump and scream in a way that maybe made him very grateful for being alone.

"Get a hold of yourself... Come on... Just a broom that fell down inside a dark room..." Ryan controlled his knees, so that they would stop shaking. And after some internal debate, he decided to investigate. "Conquer your fears," he repeated some mantra he saw in a short video online.

He was nearly inside, when he saw that the room had a bunch of bottles... Then a crippling fear got to him, "Shit! Please, nothing broken, please..." he turned on the light and got inside. Checking the bottles, he noticed some of them had interesting liquids.

They were classically round bottom bottles, complete with corks and cords tying them, some with satin laces instead of cords, those seemed to shine, or to have some shiny things inside, which looked pretty in their assorted colors.

Right in front of each bottle, a folded paper with scribblings, one different word for each one. "Mischief? Invisibility... Strength... Healing..."

Then his mouth felt open. "No way...."

He checked the weight of one bottle "Just checking... Nothing broken..."

"Potions?" They felt like liquid inside, sloshing and all that.

"Oh my..." The recent worry about having broken something was increased tenfold. Which made him check each one, with close attention just to be sure that they were all intact.

"Okay, okay..." Then... came the hassle of putting then all back "Laces were up, so..." he tried to arrange the bottles as best as he could, and left the room as he turned the light off.

"No more brooms in doors." he told himself, and the wind seemed to whisper again.

Remembering what his crush told him, Ryan decided it was time for a break.

The living room was awfully wide. "A party here would be awesome." Ryan sat down on one of the big couches. Without thinking about it, it was the same one were he sat with Phomda. as the cup marks on the coffee table indicated.

It had been there that his crush, the magician/comedian, asked him if he'd be interested in being her assistant, instead of taking the odd job of sitting and caring for her aunt's house.

"Of course... I declined..." His hands went over his face. "I just need... courage..." he plopped his back on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"Maybe..."

His phone rang right then, somehow, he really hoped it was Phomda.

It was not.

Instead, his parents were calling.

"Hi Ryan-O!" his dad made the greeting, just like his crush now calls him.

"Hi Mommy-O, Hi Daddy-O!" Ryan replied, also greeting his mother, who pushed her face into the picture in a clumsy but funny way.

"How's Mommy's baby doing?"

"Mom... I'm a man now... Actual adult... I can drink and everything."

"You know your mom, you're always gonna be her baby!" His father came in her defense "And mine too!" Daddy-O added.

Ryan made an effort to not roll his eyes, as maybe they take it too strongly.

"Look, I'm an adult. Just understand that, alright?"

"Yeah. Big man, working and building a future. But... How's the job?" Daddy-O inquired, just to get the conversation going as he held Mommy-O tightly before she'd send in a barrage of diminutive words regarding her not-infant son.

"It's just cleaning for now, but yeah, quite peaceful and large estate. The house could be bigger, but it's basically a mansion already."

"And how's the... Other job?" Daddy-O inquired in a more, not-so-subtle way.

"Don't call it a job!" Mommy-O added.

"I'm alone and she's not here."

"Oh shoot!" Daddy-O was staring at his ceiling.

"Baby, you gotta make your move!" Mommy-O pleaded. "Where's my baby's confidence?"

"Alright, alright... How are you two doing?"

"Well, mostly okay." They exchanged a sly glance.

They talked the same boring talk, although, all that they said was barely recorded in Ryan's brain... All he could do was look over his phone at the cup marks and imagine other scenarios where he could have made his move, right then, that afternoon. Or maybe when his crush was hugging him, or maybe he could have asked her out for a proper date a couple months back, when she dumped her ex.

"Son?" Came the eventual cut through the boring talk.

"Sorry."

"Don't be harsh on yourself... But... Son!" He insisted on holding his son's attention.

"Yeah?"

"Don't get stuck in the maybe." The father added, his wife nodded beside him, her hair brushing against her husband in a cute-but-clumsy way as she did so.

"All this woulda-coulda-shoulda will drive you mad." The man completed.

"Either you do it, or you don't. Any path has to be a decision." Mommy-O added.

"Thanks, wise masters." Ryan replied in a light joke tone.

"We meant it!" his parents replied in unison.

"Alright.. Look, it's a big house... I gotta pace myself and at least get it cleaned." Ryan replied, "See ya!" he saw his parents waving at him.

However much positive his parent's words meant, all that Ryan had was a bunch of hammering thoughts. "Confidence..."

"Where's my baby's confidence?"

"Woulda-coulda-shoulda..."

And the images from what he could have done, would have said and should have tried passed all over his mind while he tried to busy himself with the broom and duster again.

He thought about Phomda's smile, laugh. Her twinkling mischievous eyes when she did simple card tricks, even the new ones. How whatever she did was always awesome.

He could remember her showing off some risqué tricks, a deck of cards with a bunch of stylized nudity and sexy poses. He always remembered the queen of cups, and how he always ended up taking the Jack of clubs whenever she challenged him.

It was the perfect chance to say he'd be her jack or some other cringe worthy move. "But it would have been a move."

Her smile. The same one that made him helpless to any requests.

"Woulda-coulda-shoulda..."

Her lips, which had awkwardly brushed against his.

"Woulda-coulda-shoulda..."

Her hugs were longing and kind.

"Woulda-coulda-shoulda..."

Going to her shows. And staying late to help put things away.

"Woulda-coulda-shoulda..."

Those thoughts tormented him all the time until he went to bed.

But Ryan could barely sleep. "Maybe Daddy-O is right..."

"Just do something..." Ryan told himself.

Then he remembered the potions.

The young man let go of the broom and duster, he climbed the stairs back to that room from earlier, turned the lights on and searched the labels in front of the bottles.

"There you are... Confidence..." Ryan's eyes nearly shone with enthusiasm, or maybe they were frustration tears that had accumulated there. He was not so sure anymore. He just saw the shiny pinkish purple, something glimmering inside, as if the spell contained in that potion was a wishing star, he muttered "Just give me confidence...".

Ryan Popped the cork free from the bottle. His mind having only the mental image of kissing his crush.

Chapter 2 - Warning: Potion Effects May Vary!

As Ryan's lips encountered the potion, some juice thing hit his mouth first, it tasted.. Weirdly fruity and tangy with some light salted-sweet candy taste at the end.

Somehow, he felt as if smoke enveloped him, but failed to open his eyes, at least at first. Maybe the bottle did something to his senses, but his imagination about the mental kiss felt oddly real.

"Is this confidence? Like visualization and actually believing it can happen?" He thought to himself.

He could feel Phomda's lips, maybe way softer than he had imagined, but, well, he was enjoying it for a moment.

It was when he tried to end the kiss that something weird happened.

Somebody was holding the back of his neck, someone taller than him, he now noticed.

His eyes opened in panic and he tried to push them. Popping free from the kiss. He blinked at the tall figure, skinny, girly, wearing a purple-ish dress and a lot of makeup. Their hair was platinum-blonde and short, a sort of pixie cut.

Ryan screamed in an awkwardly girly manner.

The tall girl also screamed in an equally girly but less awkward and more theatrical way.

Ryan bolted out of the room. "A fucking ghost, a freaking ghost!" he screamed as he tried to reach the front door.

When he got downstairs the tall girl, no, the figure was just too well developed on their legs and hips and height. Was it a woman's ghost? Ryan couldn't know, he barely had time to gather his thoughts, for that figure had seemingly won a race in where he didn't even notice movement.

Ryan's step's slowed down for a moment, mostly from shock, his eyes did a quick scan of the figure before him.

He noticed her legs were encased in stockings and held up in garters, they weren't overly thick, the legs that is, but they were quite the beautiful sight. However, maybe the sexy lingerie could make anyone with beautiful legs look, well, stunning.

"What the fuck?" He said out loud, both at himself for staring at the figure's legs and lusting after them, and for the fact that he had no logical explanation for the tall girly figure to get there before he had.

Not wanting to debate his preferences or sanity right there, Ryan bolted again, although, seemingly in a lack of a direct plan, or at least his feet seemed to demonstrate it as he stepped around.

"Wait!" A voice that had, maybe one tone too masculine called after him, alas, it was a little too late. Ryan was now running towards the kitchen, hoping to get to that door.

It was dark outside, he lit up the yard lights with a mighty slap on the switch and shoved the door open.

There was the girly figure again, their arms crossed over their surprisingly flat chest.

"Really?" The figure asked in a not amused tone, while holding up a big juicy and glossy pout at the desperate male.

Ryan's response was to scream, girlish, he dodged the figure and went the long way around. He reached his car, old and beat-up.

Desperate to feel safe, he got inside, his heart was beating like crazy. He looked out of the driver's window, checking if he was being followed.

"Honey, don't you need keys for this? And what is all this trash?" The tall girly figure said to him in a more playful tone as if they had gotten into the car alongside Ryan all along.

"Ghost!" Ryan screamed, feeling as if his heart would jump out of his mouth and run away on its own.

"Do I look that ugly?" came his pursuer's question, "Was the kiss THAT BAD?" They shouted at Ryan as he went back inside the big house.

"Reach the bed, it's a nightmare, just reach the bed and wake up!" Ryan spoke to himself, trying to calm himself down while running upstairs was surely a way to fail at calming himself down.

He bolted to the guest bedroom that had his bag, he jumped into the bed and covered himself, closing his eyes and hoping that this was just a lucid dream, or lucid nightmare. He didn't want to stay and find out.

"Hush, little one, it's all going to be okay!" A hand gently caressed him.

"What the fuck!" Ryan screamed in a high-pitch tone, the tall platinum-blonde was now wearing a pink peignoir and a sleeping cap, lying down beside him, their makeup still way too overdone for just a person who wanted to sleep, though.

Ryan jumped out of the bed and was ready to bolt out again.

"Alright, enough!" They snapped their fingers.

Ryan felt dread as he saw the bedroom door close on its own, as well as the lock to click shut.

"Please, don't kill me!" he walked backwards

"I'm not killing you!"

Desperation hit him, maybe he'd done something wrong? Maybe this was some actual magical guard for the old house.

"I didn't mean to disrespect Phomda's family or anything... I..."

"Good lord! What did you do?"

"I opened the bottle!"

"Right... And you set me free." They rolled their eyes.

"Oh!" Ryan's demeanor seemed to change for a split second. "Do I get wishes?" His brain going backwards in logic, maybe it was all a big misunderstanding and this was just his luck about to change.

"Do I look like a fucking genie now?"

"But you teleported."

"I didn't teleport... ugh! Nevermind!" They sat down on the bed.

From Ryan's point of view, he could tell the legs were actually shapely, however, the calves were very well toned, and given the short skirt, he could also notice their figured spread out when they sat. Which meant a shapely behind was probably cushioning said figure.

"Like what you see?" They inquired with a giggle.

"You're... Hum... A woman?"

They rolled their eyes. "Great, you're not even paying attention."

"I'm Danny, by the way." Danny crossed their legs, watching if the young man's interest intensified.

"I'm Ryan..." the young mand gulped as he watched the thick legs rub against one another.

"Do I get wishes?"

"Wow! First, you run and scream, then you don't bother asking my name... NOW you want wishes?"

Ryan cast his eyes down... "Just don't kill me..."

"Stand-up!" Danny barked as an order.

Ryan stood up straight.

"Good boy." Danny teased with a air kiss. "Be honest... Why would you disrespect little Phomda or her family?"

"I wouldn't, I swear!" Ryan nearly crumbled to his knees again.

"Okay... What are you doing in Auntie Kristen's house?"

"I'm... Sitting."

"My dear, you're standing." They giggled.

"No, I'm house-sitting."

Danny looked around, akin to a TV character who looked for a camera to present a deadpan reaction.

"Okay, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Phomda asked me to house-sit her aunt's house. They are both out."

"Out?"

"Phomda is on tour. Her aunt is... On vacation, I think."

"Right..." Danny nodded, seemingly not buying whatever story Ryan was telling. "You're a robber!" They extended an arm and a finger in a playful theatrical manner, however, the tone sounded sincere.

"No!"

"A Thief! burglar!" Danny turned around and began a short, playful and theatrical stride toward the nearest window, they opened it and screamed in a distressed woman's voice "Help, burglar!"

They turned back to look at Ryan, who was a bit stunned as well as having their eyes focused on how much Danny's bubbly rear had bounced during those short theatrical steps.

The platinum blonde did an impromptu twerk and clap of their meaty bubble butt, then went back to the outside world, using the same woman's voice "Help! The burglar wants my tushie! He is drooling for booty!"

Then as if it was not enough, they shouted in desperation

"HE IS GOING TO FUCK MY ASS!"

Ryan, at first stunned by the movements, then the vocal range, now turned pale since he remembered the giggling from earlier. Which made him worry that there might be some unknown picnic goers still around.

"Shit, not the cops..." A short mental image conjured itself in his mind as he imagined having to call his parents to bail him out... And worse, having to call Phomda about why he was unable to properly watch the house.

The young man turned back to the door and tried to force it open.

"Oh... Help!" Danny's womanly voice screamed again. "This... A BIG and TOTALLY threatening MAN is going to get my backdoor WIDE OPEN!" to which they began softly giggling under their mouth.

Ryan got the door open and bolted out of there, so quick were his steps that he failed to notice the subtle flick from Danny's hand, which had unlocked the door.

Ryan also failed to notice the womanly screaming had ceased.

What his ears and eyes didn't fail to notice though, just as he was getting to the front door, were the flashing red and blue lights as well as the alarming sounds of police cars arriving.

"No..." He stopped, catching his breath in a desperate avoidant glance towards the glaring red and blue lights that illuminated the foyer.

Ryan closed his eyes and turned his head down.

The big heavy door barged open, and entered a cop, through the flashing lights. The cop had a gruff voice, and began barking orders "Turn around and hold your hands. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say may and probably will be used against you in the court of law."

Ryan did as instructed, feeling the cold metal from the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Alright, let's check for weapons!" The cop announced, his tone less gruff and way too playful.

The first thing that Ryan felt was somebody directly coping with a feeling all over him, including completely unprofessional pinches as well as a quick, and painful grope to his groin area.

"Poor missus!" The cop exclaimed.

Ryan quickly looked at the cop, and was hit with a completely opposite picture to what he had imagined.

There in front of him, was a tall, well, for the lack of a better term, femboy, their legs, thick and toned as the gym going muscle mommies of social media, but with more bulk than definition. The cop's boots ended in not pants, but in slutty fishnet stocking that enveloped the toned legs until they reached a tiny shiny pair of shorts, a flat stomach followed, much of it exposed as the girly attire on the torso looked more appropriated on a stripper's than on real cop, even if the chest area looked feminine with its mounds, it was decidedly too flat for a common busty stripper.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Ryan exclaimed in shock.

"What?" Danny replied, completely abandoning the cop's voice as his red pouty lips faked shock at the stunned male, his eyes, hidden behind cop glasses, were the only thing that seemed to squint in mischievous desire to keep pushing the situation.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"What problem?" Danny took a step back, one hand to his tiny shirt, they slowly turned on the spot, showcasing just how girly and womanly they looked from behind, asking with as much fake concern as they could "Something wrong?"

"No..." Ryan replied, then shook his face "Yes... This whole fucking deal is crazy."

"Excuse me!" Danny gave the shorter man a theatrical shocked gasp. "Did you assume we had a fucking deal?"

"What?" Ryan inquired, feeling dizzy by now.

"No!" He finally answered, seeing the sexy femboy place their hands on their wide hips. "Fucking hell! Can we just have a normal conversation?"

"Depends... Are you going to run from little moi?"

Ryan allowed a frustrated sigh "No."

"Good, come with me." Danny turned around, putting on an exaggerated swish to their hips, making the bubble butt they carried in those tiny shorts to hypnotically bounce its cheeks with each step.

Ryan couldn't help but ogle, at least until he realized what he was doing, then he followed the tall crazy being to one of the couches.

"Alright..." Ryan finally said as they both sat down. "Unlock me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Safety."

"I'm not armed."

The tall femboy cackled. "Oh dear! You're harmless... But your hands might be dying to grope on what your eyes were just devouring just now." They winked at the young man.

"I swear. I will not try to grope you."

"No slaps?"

"No." Ryan shook his head.

"No pinching my tushie?"

"No pinching your tushie?" Ryan agreed.

"No poking my big round bubble-butt?"

Ryan took a moment, watching as the tall femboy slowly inched forward, waiting on his response. "No... poking your big round bubble-butt." He finally said.

"Then WHY would I even unlock you in the first place?" Danny shrugged, "Nothing fun to get out of it." He turned his face to look at the TV, which was turned off.

"Come on, man!"

A theatrical, shocked gasp emerged from Danny. "Did you just assume my gender?"

"I... Look, just uncuff me, alright?"

"Nope. You think I go through the hassle of dressing up all slutty and hot just so you could call me... A man?" Their tone lingered on the early shocked gasp.

"I'm sorry. You look great."

"Faboulous?" Danny turned back to Ryan, all worry completely gone, his eye lashes fluttering in a teasing manner.

"Faboulous?" Ryan had initially meant to agree, but was once again surprised by how quickly the femboy seemingly changed their apparent mood.

"Like a hot caked-up bitch that you're willing to fuck til the sun comes up?"

"Oh! For fucks sake!" Ryan complained while looking at the ceiling.

"Okay... I won't overdo that one." Danny said.

Just then, Ryan's phone began ringing in his pocket.

"Come on, it could be Phomda... She will clear this up."

"Can't trust you and your gender-assuming, totally-not-booty-groping hands!"

"Just uncuff one hand, then!" Ryan pleaded.

"No!" Danny replied, then looked over his glasses as they slid upon his nose "How would that even work?"

"You could cuff one of my hands to yours?" Ryan tried, his phone ringing further, as well as his perception of a chance to confirm if he was still sane.

"Sorry, honey... I'm really not ready to settle down yet." Danny seemed ready to go pursue yet another useless exchange and waited on Ryan's response to have his fun.

"GET ME MY PHONE THEN!" Ryan shouted in frustration.

"Okay... No need to shout. Calm your tits down, sweety."

"My tits are calm."

"I don't know, they could gush milk at any moment." Danny said in a teasing manner.

"Just get me my fucking phone, come on!" Ryan lifted his leg a bit but decided against even a light kick, even if he was now way more inclined to do so.

Conceding, Danny's hand slithered into that pocket and retrieved the phone. "Mommy-O?" He asked as he saw the phone.

"Yeah, my mom."

"Oh, a momma's boy!" Danny said with a smile, then his expression soured "That explains the mood and the tantrums." he nodded.

"Just help me out."

Danny got closer and embraced Ryan, "Get on my lap."

"I'm not sitting on your lap."

"How will you tell your mommy about me?"

Ryan, seeing that his caller was not going to give up, decided to take the defeat and comply.

"Now... There we go... Up... Lots of cushioning, I like it." Danny replied as he made sure to adjust Ryan's rear over his lap, not bothering to hide how he pinched and groped the surprisingly softness.

"Shut up and answer my phone!" Ryan replied, seeing how Danny's arms came up from under his own, although it was a bit jarring to notice the manicured long fingers that ended in colourful and sparkly nails as substitutes of his own.

His phone finally lit up and the video call started, his mom was there.

"Oh gosh! I was worried about my baby!" Mommy-O said in the video.

Ryan rolled his eyes and heard the nearly silent giggle from behind his neck.

"Hi mom..."

"Are you alright, sweety?"

"Just.. Tired... Lots of cleaning." He replied, hoping that keeping still would be enough to hide the platinum hair behind him.

"Well you do need a break every now and then, remember to have some water and..."

"Mom! I'm taking care of myself."

"Are you really?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you avoiding sweets?"

Ryan felt his back tingle in fear, and replied "Yes mom."

"Alright... You know... We might do a couple costume parties during this month."

"Why not just one?"

"Ah, we gotta enjoy all opportunities, baby!"

"Okay." Ryan nodded.

"Ryan... Would you consider attending one party this year?"

"I'm... Not sure, Mommy-O."

"Please baby! Your daddy would be so happy."

"I'd rather not." He shook his head.

"But you're an adult, baby!"

"Yes... Which means I really don't want to keep on talking to my parents' friends, you know."

"Ryan... Is this.... Really about our friends? I mean, you seemed fine with Francesca..." Mommy-O made an inquisitive face.

"Francesca, yes... Sure... But..."

"Baby she will be asking about you."

"Mom, she is over ten years my senior."

"So what?"

"Mom! I'm not coming to the party."

"Is it really about Francesca?"

"Well, yeah... Besides, I don't have a costume."

"We still got the maid one..."

"I'm not dressing up as a maid!" Ryan's frustration made his tone get a girly tone, which got more irritated by the stifled giggles behind him.

"But you looked so cute! Francesca agreed!"

"Mom, I'm not going!"

"But you're even getting practice, cleaning that big old house and everything."

"I'm not going!"

"SO... This is just about the costume?"

"No!"

"Is it about your father?"

"Hmm, no." Ryan lied, feeling nervous as the tall androgynous counterpart seemed to fidget in place, perhaps in interest

"Is it because he dressed like a burlesque dancer?"

"Mom!"

"What? Everybody LOVED his performance! We're actually thinking about a reprise."

"Please... Don't!" Ryan affirmed, the person whose lap he was in giggled in nearly silence.

"You're right... Maybe you could both be little maids! Then Francesca and I could be...."

"Enough!" Ryan said, startling his mother.

"Wow... Sorry to bother." Mommy-O replied in frustration.

"Wait, mom I didn't." it was to no avail, the call had just ended there.

"I can't believe you shouted at your own mother!" Danny complained by Ryan's ear just before he shoved the cuffed-young man to the couch beside him.

"Hey!"

"I mean... if she deserved, and I mean, REALLY deserved that, she wouldn't be the sort of mother to call you and treat you so nicely." Danny seemed to be in some internal debate.

"Let's see how she looks..." It was then that Ryan noticed the sly femboy had his phone on their hands.

Suddenly, Ryan seemed to panic "No! Wait a minute!"

"I'm just checking something... I could barely see her from behind that big head of yours."

"My head is not big!"

"Its not small either, hon." Danny rebuked "Oh my... Hmm. Mommy-O..."

"Why the 'O'?" Danny inquired with a tilt of his head.

"It's our surname. Oswin." Ryan replied amidst grunts as he tried to flop around like a fish in those big couch cushions.

"So there is a Mommy-O... Daddy-O." Danny inquired, however, his apt fingers were already swiping away at the phone's screen in search of photographic evidence.

"And I am..." Ryan began saying as he was determined to flop and bite his phone out of the femboy's hands.

Unlucky for him, Danny just pretended to be distracted and jumped away from his flopping "You're So-No..." they shook their girly face.

"Oh... My... is this? What ARE these pictures?"

"Alright, I get it. My mom is hot and..."

"I mean, she is... But I'm talking about this little piece of heaven and bliss... Chunky curves and all."

"Chunky curves?"

"I mean, they try to hide it, but they are kinda curvy, just like your mother... Is this... Daddy-O?"

"Yeah, look... Just give me my phone and uncuff me, alright?" Ryan's frustration was bigger than his worries and discomfort as he managed to seat up. "I took those pictures to send them to a doctor..."

"Doctor? Oh! You're a good son, you were going to buy your daddy some new tits?"

"No!"

"A BBL then?"

"What the fuck?"

"I mean, a bimbo husband is a thing in some places, not that he needs any work done... I wonder...." Danny gestured to the chest area and made a slight expanding motion.

"Gynecomastia! Alright, that is the thing."

"And limpdema?" Danny gestured to his own legs as he asked.

"No, it's steatopygia." Ryan looked up at the feminine figure before him.

Surely, they seemed quite attractive and the outfit was a huge distraction still, watching those long, toned legs walk before him was distracting enough, the big, jutting-out-there, bouncy round rear just served to add to Ryan's frustration.

He was not gay, however, he'd noticed that his crazy fever-dream character counterpart had a masculine bulge and a nearly flat chest... Which in our protagonists categorization calculations meant the tall figure was not female.

"Uh-oh..." Ryan noticed he had been staring for a long while, and that Danny stopped walking so much.

"Oh my... Costumes? Is this the burlesque? OH!" Danny reacted to the pictures, now fidgeting in place while standing right in front of Ryan.

The cuffed young man had a front row seat to an unrequested show, that bulge in the tiny shorts was growing, way too quick for any stretching of that material to contain it. His mouth hang open in horror as he saw the girly, well, nearly womanly figured as its crotch developed an envy worthy masculine chubby, a the trouser-snake ( or was it panty-snake in that case?) seemed to grow further and further and further again.

"What the fuck..." Ryan let out his shock.

"Daddy-O... So fucking... Hot!" Danny mused, mostly to himself, their large manhood throbbed with each word as they saw the evidence of a man dealing with so many unmanly things in the utmost confidence. And actually look hot while doing it.

"I wanna meet Daddy-O!" They announced in a warm smile and a nod.

"You can't!"

"Oh, please! The things I wanna do!" Danny bit his lip, only then noticing his thick lager cock had escaped his tiny police shorts. "Oh.. Wardrobe malfunction... I will need a few minutes." He skipped away, playfully bouncing his curves.

"Wait... My phone!"

"I kinda need it!"

"What?"

"Just to make things quick..." Danny replied with a shrug.

"This got to be some nightmare..." Ryan muttered to himself as predictably and nauseating as it could be, he soon heard girly grunts and rhythmic sounds that made him remember his puberty years.

"Just wake up from this crazy shit, Ryan-O!" he told himself.

Eventually, Danny returned his phone, the girly figure was back to wearing a peignoir and finally uncuffed Ryan.

Ryan, deciding enough was enough, opted to just run away from that crazy house, hoping to never look back. He just drove back home and quietly made his way upstairs for a good night of sleep, without some platinum-haired crazy being tormenting him.

Chapter 3 - As if it be THAT Easy

On the next day, the sun greeted Ryan right through his window.

He groaned and stretched himself, as it always happened, somebody was cooking downstairs.

As demeaning as it could be to tell anyone that he was still living with his parents, having all that delicious food was, well, a great perk.

Besides, it was not as if his parents were in a rush to kick him out just yet.

After brushing his teeth and putting on some presentable, non-stained clothing, he went downstairs.

"Mommy-O, this smells amazing."

"Aww, thanks sweetie, but it's not my doing!" His mom answered, she wore house comfortable clothing as she waved her hand towards another feminine figure.

They had platinum blonde hair in long locks that seemed to cover all of their back, from behind, their figure was well, quite a sight, given that the pink peignoir they wore was draping itself on their perky rear that jutted out as if it was inviting someone to pinch and slap it.

"Why didn't you ever tell us about Danielle?" Mommy-O asked Ryan in a hushed tone.

"Danielle? Hmm... Well, that is because..." Ryan's foggy mind failed to come up with an answer.

"Well, we just met, but... Ryan made an impression on me." Danny turned around, his voice womanly and feminine, even if it was morning, his lips were plump and red, however, most of his makeup was toned down compared to the other night. What shocked Ryan, aside from the very fact that his tormentor was in his house, was that his tormentor now had a chest that was very far away from being flat, instead having curvy breasts that rivalled with their rear in perkiness and on how much attention they attracted in their bouncy wobbly movements.

Just as Ryan was able to divert his eyes, he noticed Danny giving him a playful wink.

"Oh, really?"

"Mom, we're not really anything..."

"Ryan!" Mommy-O gave Danny a soft glance.

"No, your son is right... It's just... Well, when we find a good man we gotta try our best to tie him down and make him bound to us, right?"

"Don't I know that? I did that to his father!" She agreed in an amicable tone, still, Ryan could feel a side glance at him.

"Would that be, Daddy-O?"

"Yes!" Came an amicable fatherly tone.

"Good morning, beauties!" Daddy-O walked into the kitchen as well, he wore a pink robe that covered a seemingly chunky figure.

Ryan looked at the scene around him, his mom and dad in stay at home clothes, his whimsical tormentor, now looking like a she and Known as Danielle.

He gulped, and sat down, to try and think of a plan.

"Son? Is everything alright?" his father asked as he sat down besides Mommy-O.

"It was just... Hmm. A long night."

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Yeah, we know!" his father replied, laughing loudly.

Mommy-O was soon cackling as well.

Ryan looked at Danny, thinking he'd get an explanation.

"You... Know about last night?" His eyes glaring.

"Babe, I think even the mayor knows about last night!" Mommy-O replied chuckling.

"I..." Ryan failed to come with a response, as he was not sure what he was supposed to defend himself from. "The Mayor?"

"No need to be humble. Honeybuns. Oh, sorry." Daddy-O looked at his son, then at Danny.

"Honey-buns?" Danny inquired, interested, much due to how the older man seemed to regret saying such a nickname.

"Yeah we used to have that as a nickname... Ryan? You're not mad right? I mean it was just a playful thing... Besides, I think you kinda owe us after not allowing us a good night of sleep."

"Sir!" Danny intervened as they served up waffles and pancakes.

"You too, little lady! I mean, dial it down a bit next time!" Mommy-O said, all three of then laughing.

Ryan remained there. Not sure about what they were laughing about. Eventually giving out a very fake and uncomfortable laugh of his own.

"Look, son! Its okay! Really!" Daddy-O tried to get his son out of that shocked expression.

"I mean, you're an Oswin, we kind of have a reputation!" His father made a motion with his mug, which was empty.

"Oh, allow me, Daddy-O!" Danny skip graciously as they poured coffee to Ryan's father, bending forward and presenting a vast cleavage that had both of the young-man's parents staring for a couple of seconds.

"Thanks, Danielle." Daddy-O replied while looking at the breasts.

"Would you like some milk?" Danny inquired, inadvertently giving their bosom a playful mini shake.

"What? Oh... Hmm."

Mommy-O laughed. "I'd like some milk."

"I got plenty!" Danny replied in a playful manner as he went to the other side and repeated his bending, having his big heavy breasts wobbling down near his victim's mother.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you want some milk?"

"I... Hmmm. Wait! Dad you're having milk? But you can't?"

"Why not?" Danny asked.

"We are breaking those rules, baby!" Mommy-O boasted, happily.

"Your mom wants me to have the proper shape to try on a bunch of costumes." Daddy-O shrugged his shoulders.

Ryan looked at his parents, his mother poured in a copious amount of maple syrup all over some pancakes, cut in some pieces and fed it to his father.

"I don't get it. Why is Ryan so worried?" Danny inquired in an innocent tone, however, he soon was gazing at the parents as if he knew they'd be open to explain to him.

"The Oswin men have a couple conditions." Mommy-O explained while smiling. "They develop chronic cases of gynecomastia as well as steatopygia."

Dannny listened intently, but was really mesmerized by watching Daddy-O's lips enveloping that fork and savouring the meal that he had prepared.

For a moment, Danny wished he had dressed up as a house-wife, only to play pretend with such beauty.

"Well. They turn out to be very, and I mean, VERY sensitive to food."

"We need constant exercise and diet just to still end up some pounds in the girly areas." Daddy-O replied and had more syrup-dripping pancakes shoved into his mouth.

"That's why we used to call Ryan here honeybuns"

"Oh..." Danny had a mischievous smile as he turned to Ryan. "Really?"

"Yeah, he loved honeybuns. We warned him, but he would sneak around and get some."

"We had to consider sending him to school in a moomoo, because none of his pants fit anymore."

"He got fat?" Danny inquired, with a devilish smile on their face.

"More like a phat ass!" Mommy-O laughed at the past, it took her a whole moment to realize how her son felt about remembering it from his perspective.

"We even had the cops called on us, till they saw that I was in a similar situation and well..." Daddy-O added a shrug to end the story.

"You know, I think that is why he hates Halloween." Mommy-O lamented for a moment.

"Aw, sweetie..." Danny held Ryan's tight under the table, their tone playfully masking some machinations as the ideas ran wild in his whimsical brain.

"Well. I'm not a bit insecure about it!" Daddy-O boasted, proudly, he made a motion towards his chest, and bounced something under there.

Danny licked his lips.

"But... You're feeding sugary bits."

"We gotta fill up these curves. Besides, we're basically in the bulking season." Mommy-O shrugged her shoulders.

"Though we shouldn't overdo it, honey! Can't have that corset too tight."

"Corset, you say?" Danny's eyes glinted.

"Oh, look at me, I almost ruined the surprise!" Daddy-O said, likely in response to the pinch he received from Mommy-O.

Suddenly, the table trembled, as if it had been hit by something from below.

The platinum blonde was now perched up and bent forward, pilling the contents of their mug due to the pushing their prominent breasts. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"Ooh, accidents happen, Dannielle." Mommy-O replied, amicable if not a little more self conscious about her how bust.

Daddy-O mumbled something, his mouth full as he chewed.

"Ryan?" Danny inquired the quiet male.

"Hmm?" Ryan, who was just about to get some small bites to eat felt Danny's delicate hand's firm grip on his wrist

"Would you come upstairs with me?"

"Why?" Ryan asked, unsure, he had just the time to notice his parents exchanging shocked faces for a second, before Danny yanked him up and dragged him upstairs.

"He's a machine..." Daddy-O said, very proud of his son's effect on their hot new girlfriend.

"Maybe, she is insatiable." Mommy-O responded.

"And he is unquenchable?"

"You tell me, Mr. Fuckable." Mommy-O replied as she shoved yet another big serving into her dear husband's mouth.

Meanwhile, Danny, in a complete disregard for Ryan's perceptions to what he thought being dragged upstairs to his room had been surprisingly quick, also, the young man could decidedly feel as if he was way lighter during that quick trip, almost never even touching the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ryan asked.

"I need your help, mister!" Danny said, their tone theatrical again, but desperate.

"With what, missy?" Ryan tried to assert some modicum of assertiveness, as at least, he was in his room.

Danny bit his juicy lip, mentally cursing this human who seemed to have the thickest skull ever. Danny flipped their peignoir open, which gave Ryan the perfect view of just how short the dress part was, as the completely manly feature in his counterpart jutted forward, its tip held the dress firmly in tent shape, making it effectively shorter, as it revealed Danny's black panties and the big balls secured snugly in it.

Ryan had gotten a few glimpses the night before, but now, seeing that thing erect and dripping was a shock.

"What the fuck?"

"Help me out!" Danny demanded while putting their hands on to their hips.

Ryan could swear he'd seen similar images on his computer's screen, back when he was looking into different cam models and saw a particular busty milf who posted herself jerking off.

Only, Danny was much younger, and his erection size was something that most porn actors, male ones, would dream to have.

He shook his head, mentally kicking himself for decidingly admiring and comparing Danny's meat baseball-bat with those of several videos that he had watched before.

"I'm not touching you!" He finally protested.

"Are you sure? We could negotiate touching privileges." Danny bit their luscious lips and skipped towards the male, their jutting behemoth bouncing way too playfully for something so out of place.

"Sorry. Which part of I don't want to touch you, you didn't understand?"

"Really? I see how you look at me." Danny gave a slight turn and twerked in place, shaking his rump in a semi-hypnotic motion of wobbling bubbly rear.

"Shit! Close the fucking door!" Ryan marched there.

Just as he closed, he felt the dressing gown, first as it hit his head from behind, then as it softly descended from him by slipping away, puddling down like liquid. He noticed how sweet the perfume was.

"Just take me, babes." Danny waved his curves around, presenting his twerk show at the young-man's direction.

Ryan doubted himself, not way too much, just enough that he spent a whole minute considering the twerking roundness in front of him, it was a show as good as any stripper could perform. Not that he had seen many in person, although, it did feel like those bouncing sexy cheeks were right in front of his face and getting closer.

Or maybe he was just slightly bent to have a better look and hadn't noticed, until now.

"Ahem..."

"Oh come on! You want this!" Danny spanked themselves and resumed their twerking, first up and down, then jiggling from side to side, its movements teased their target, almost calling the male up in a coy "come here and feel me." or "come here and fill me" also worked as both thoughts seemed to cross and crash the male's mind as well as the femboy's mind.

"I don't want to touch you." Ryan affirmed, not as convincing as a moment ago.

"Okay..." Danny stopped, then slowly stood up.

Ryan then turned to open the door, when, just like the night before, it seemed to close and lock on its own.

"Ah-ah!" Danny relaxed their wrist. "You have to stay here!" they explained.

"Why?"

"Wouldn't it be weird if you went downstairs just to have your girl moan alone in your room?"

"You're not a girl..."

"Man, are you stupid or just a good actor?" Danny inquired now, curious. "Don't you realize what I did for your rep?" They asked in a confident tone.

"About sticking dick in crazy?" Ryan turned to face his tormentor, frustration getting the better of him, although it now clashed with the stimulation of a nearly undressed sexy figure that moved and posed as if it was trying to further entice him.

"Hold-up... You haven't seen crazy yet, honey-buns." Danny advised. However, any authority that they might have gained with that phrase, seemingly dissipated into thin air as their delicate hands went to work on their far from delicate humongous erection.

Ryan decided to stay put. Avoiding any eye contact or just the sight of something that made him feel decidedly tiny, he looked out the window, maybe just to feel a little bit less self-conscious.

From there he could see Mrs. Anderson's house, if he had gotten it right, the neighbor couple's room was right there, besides him.

What had his parents said? Something about every neighbor listening, maybe even the mayor.

Ryan slowly turned towards his whimsical tormentor. "Danny?"

To which they replied, in laboured breaths, "Yeah? Changed your mind? Gonna help your girlfriend out?"

"No."

"I swear, it would be so much quicker..."

"What did you do last night?" Ryna asked, doing his best to avoiding looking at the long repetitive movement from the femboy's arm.

"Oh, well... Lets see?" Danny closed their eyes and turned at the ceiling "I got freed from my bottle by a lovable loser. Teased the lovable loser, maybe a little bit too hard, as he bolted out of mistress hou-" he interrupted himself "Ahem. He bolted from auntie's house. I followed him home and now I met his cute mom and a smoke-show of a daddy."

"I meant... In my room..."

"Oh..." Dany bit his juicy red lip, and in a teasing voice. "I became this loser's girlfriend..."

"But I was asleep..." Ryan was now increasingly worried, however, his pants were now far from unoccupied.

"Your parents don't think so... Your neighbors don't think so either... Heck, maybe even the mayor thinks you're some sort of weird, quiet stallion that can make any woman become an orgasmic-moan machine."

"People can tell fake moaning." Ryan shrugged and turned away. Both to avoid the teasing glances and to avoid showing off his forming chubby.

"Who says I faked it?" Danny teased again.

"Wait! What?"

"No need to fake it." Danny replied, never missing a beat while gazing into Ryan's eyes. "Tell you what... If you really help me out.. I can tell you all the details..."

"No."

"I will twerk for you, honey-buns." Danny offered, their voice honeyed.

"I'm pretty sure that is definitely not up to me."

Danny was about to say something else, but went with "You got a point.."

"But maybe, I could allow you to touch me."

"I should head downstairs, I can always say you're in the shower or something."

"Ooh, good-bye hot water."

"Come on, honey-buns... You're so stressed out... Don't you want to squeeze something, slap something? Heck... If you do a good job, going forwards, maybe more... Ngh... "

"Like.. What?"

"Oh come on! Just get on your knees already!"

"What?"

"You're trying to keep up this reluctant slut charm, just go for it and help me out, dang it!" Danny seemed more urgent now. His hands alternated between working furiously and teasing his big shiny glans, which was wet with his arouseness now.

"I'm not gay..." He issued his weak protest.

Danny rolled his eyes and took a couple steps. "Well, you kissed a pansexual femboy fairy yesterday, then brought her back home to introduce them to your parents as your girlfriend." He listed as he held Ryan's shoulders, their huge cock throbbed wildly.

The young man felt some pressure on his shoulders as the tall femboy attempted to get him onto his knees.

"I want wishes..." Ryan said.

"Wishes? Really?"

"Yeah, three wishes."

"Okay... I will do the best that my magic can do and help you fulfill your wishes." Danny felt the male give in and kneel. Anticipation filled up thier mind, their huge cock pulsed and dripped.

"I mean it."

"Yeah, me too! Now open wide!" Danny held the males head and tried to shove it, but Ryan dodged at the last second, all the frustrated fairy could do was cock-slap his companion a bit.

"Come on! If you REALLY didn't want this, why tease me so much?"

"I just want your word on it."

"Honey-buns were bound already. Now we have a deal, you get three fucking wishes. Got it?"

"Swear it!"

"Swear on what?"

"I don't know." Ryan learned that it was increasingly worrisome as somewhat curious to feel like he still had a hand to play while a whimsical creature was about to use his mouth for relief. It was then that he remembered that the fairy's original request had implied it was as simple as jacking them off.

"I swear on my family jewels. DEAL!" Danny sang the last part as he shoved much of his huge member onto the male's mouth.

Ryan, on the other hand, desperately tapped on the thick legs in front of him, as, well, it was all new to him, and nothing of it seemed amusing yet. Still his efforts seemed to no avail, as each inch that went in just went on further for the next inch to come in as well.

First, came the worry, as Danny shoved his huge member, Ryan discovered that point of view really matters, sure, it looked huge, disproportionate with the feminine features of the platinum-blonde, even more so given that the platinum-blonde had big tits now.

What really mattered was that in his point of view, there was a dick, a thick and long one, filling his mouth up and just ringing the bell to enter his throat. But it was not like the shoved cock was entirely inside his mouth, it was, well, if he could access it clearly, just one third inside him...

Ryan felt the femboy's hand firmly press into his head, which meant he was further using that huge dick to discover just how deep the male's throat was, which made the male all the more aware of the treatment he had, somewhat agreed to.

Desperate to keep his throat virgin, or at least to put on a fight for it, Ryan used his hands, now instead of the useless pushes he used one to take hold of the remaining cock that was insistently trying to enter his wet mouth. Not that he had woken up that day thinking he would hold the biggest sausage he'd ever seen, it was just an idea to pull the problem away by its root.

Then, there were two shocks.

The first one caused him to feel a huge wave of insecurity. You see, growing up with feminine features was never something easy, Ryan could recount several occasions were he got rejected by girls, mostly due to his tits looking bigger than theirs during summer.

However, his development in feminine traits hadn't affected his regular traits, like hand size. Which meant to him that his eyes were not deceiving him, the cock was big, too large and thick for his hand to close around it.

Still, trying to prevent a deep thrust, he pulled and tugged on the dick, having to employ both hands for that, even with so much dick already filling up his previously-virgin mouth.

For Danny on the other hand, it was amazing, not only did Ryan play the reluctant but slutty role just before, the male had just shown he was thoughtful enough to understand a double-hander and a blowjob was always magnificent to someone who had a foot-long dick.

Sure, they were feeling a bit guilty because they had not explained that fairy magic ins't really that strong. And of course, it was obvious the human male just wanted to get rid of the feminine curves he was destined to have, if the curves the father tried to hide under the dressing gown could indicate anything, with the right diet, those features could put many women to shame.

Well, Danny consoled himself by thinking that he could make sure that the human male actually enjoyed having them, or at least living without then for a couple of hours. Or maybe he could showcase, wish-free, how many different attires would look in Ryan's favor, in case he wanted to actually embrace the womanly figure that was his destiny anyways.

The femboy fairy was soon having an internal fantasy fest in their mind, imagining Ryan as a housewife, maid, a burlesque dancer, as well as several revealing swimsuits, all the while they'd laugh about ever dreaming about masculinity.

Surely enough that ended in the fairy imagining how fun it could be to see how this lovable loser would react to having his feminine attributes lusted after, thinking about how the helpless reluctant and slutty act could easily land the feminine beauty in a room surrounded by big hard cocks.

Remembering they actually had a big hardon of their own to deal with, Danny decided it was better to enjoy the moment, as having a straight guy on his knees servicing them was indeed a huge turn on for the femboy fairy, even without the playful clothes and whimsical orgy scenarios.

Indeed, both were soon thinking about the same thing: how a huge dick was about to take some throat's virginity. It was also contrasting how one continuously tried to prevent the act by attempting to have the invading cock to finish sooner rather than later, and discovering that maybe working out their arms could have helped in dealing with his current huge-cock-tugging ordeal.

On the other hand, Danny felt proud to kept up their exercise routines while he was stuck in his mistress bottle, all too soon he would have taken yet another step at taking a man's hetero-sexuality, or at least, staining it forever. A thought that seemed to further fuel his throbbing cock, nearly as much as thinking about putting Ryan into sexy bunny costumes or clapping Daddy-O's fat cheeks while Mommy-O cheered on.

Of course, naughty thoughts now run wild in the femboy's mind. Could he sneak candys and cakes for Ryan, or was it the milk that made the breasts grow? Soon, the fairy was imagining the young man playing coy while having huge tits and servicing their femboy dick.

Danny bit his lip at the thought, somehow, swapping Ryan and Daddy-O in his mental imagery. Maybe he could make one look like the other...

Persistence was present for both, but only one of the them had the real stamina to keep the fight going. To Ryan, the defeat felt as humiliating as it could be. Not only was he about to know how a deep-throat felt like, he was indeed on the receiving end of it! Worse yet, his much smaller penis seemed a little too happy with the situation as it shamelessly stood straight up and replicated the much larger erection in its throbbing and pulsing, with the only difference being one was enveloped in warm and wet mouth and the other in tight compressions shorts.

Danny felt on fire, much due to the feeling of conquest, they were realizing at least one or two of their favorite fantasy scenarios. They were about to use their magical wand to bestow a whole new feature to the male's throat, better yet, they were the first one to sample said feature!

Danny simply combined his strengths, while his hands pushed and pulled on the head, his thick gluteus used their strength to give that extra push forward. Which translated into a way smoother thrust into Ryan's used-to-be-a-virgin throat.

The only thing bad about the situation, was that Danny didn't negotiate a lower price for the wishes, as, well, they had a feeling Ryan had real intuition about how to make a femboy's manhood feel loved and appreciated the way only a convulsing, crazyly-gagging throat could.

Alas, they thrusted, deeply. At one point, he wished he could peek into the male's mind and know exactly what they would think when their shaved chin made contact to huge and heavy hairless balls for the first time, and further up when those balls kept on coming back and bumping against the slobber drenched jaw over and over again.

Meanwhile, Ryan had a completely different worry, not that he didn't dread what it felt to have his throat used as a common sex toy, no. His actual dread was that he had just discovered that he had absolutely no idea how someone could keep on breathing while another person tried to use his throat like a common sex-toy.

Meanwhile, downstairs...

"You're proud of him, right?" Mommy-O said as she watched her husbands eyes glint while gazing at the ceiling.

"Of course I am. I mean... He got a stunning babe, she is crazy about him and... He is finally, truly a man! I mean..."

"That does not make him a man."

"Lois, think about him... He will finally break out of his shell!"

Mommy-O thought about it for a moment, she blinked her eyes slowly while admiring her husband. "Then, why comment about how hot his girlfriend is?"

"Because its the first time he brings a girl home..." Daddy-O turned to his wife "Meaning, he is not lying to save face. Besides... You don't understand how hard it is for a man to try and chat with a hot woman, let alone when she is taller than you."

"Well, so speaking to me was easy because I'm shorter?"

"I was shaking my knees when I spoke to you!"

"Really?"

"Of course I was..." Daddy-O approached her and they shared a loving kiss.

Back upstairs...

Ryan's throat had been broken into, smooth expert thrusting had long dick going in and out with such a precision it just lacked train-track like signaling dinging over the young man's nose, just to be sure no further accidents would happen.

Ryan's oxygen levels were worrying, he still had not figured out how to breath while the fairy had fun giggling and thrusting and moaning. He remembered very few statements he'd seen in forums, about real fairy-tales... The real problem was not that fairies could be evil, the tales turned dark due to mischievous spirits not being sure about when to stop.

Just as his vision began turning darker, the long sausage popped free.

He felt a couple slaps one side and the other.

"First round is done."

"What?"

"I just gave you a healthy nutritious breakfast, lets get you for the next round!"

"But..." Ryan tried to say more things, but his voice came up raspy, and he couldn't formulate thoughts properly while the whimsical being yanked him from the floor and actually threw him belly up onto his bed.

"I will try to be gentle, remember to breathe for a change, okay?" Danny instructed as he climbed the bed and got in a sixty-nine position.

Ryan felt the dick hovering and rubbing against his face, plastering all of it.

"Now now... Open up and take your second breakfast!" Danny sang as he played with Ryan's trousers.

"Hey! I already helped you."

"I swear, I really need this twice, besides, it will be nice for you!" Danny pinched the much smaller tent in the male's trousers.

"But..." Ryan felt increasingly helpless, not just because of the shame he felt due to what had just happened to him and his perceptions about his sexuality, but because it was also the very first time, well, second if he consulted Francesca, that someone fondled him.

"A bit quid pro-quo? Sans-wish?" Danny inquired, waving their plump rump over the male's head as their widened their knees. Meanwhile, the dexterity of their fingers made sure to freed the young man's hard penis from their compression trousers.

"Hmm." Danny announced as if he was ready to devour the average sized manhood in a literal way, and not a slobbery and sexy manner that he did.

If Ryan had any intention of protesting again, he really didn't show it, as all he did was gasp and moan in shock, which left his mouth wide open and unprotected for another assault of a surprisingly girth and still hard big dick that quickly descended into his mouth and soon, down his throat.

Danny, coming up for some quips "You're very sweet, dear. I hope your second breakfast turns out great for you." The femboy fairy added as they twerked their hips and made the young man's response come out in guttural sounds.

Ryan's shock had soon ended, he was now struggling again, pushing with his hands against the bouncy hips, in a manner, all he managed to do was to help in the rhythm that was soon made.

However, it his second experience at having a dick in his mouth seemed decidedly different than the recent first one. Well, on one hand, he had a much enticing view of a deliciously feminine and plump rump bouncing away right in front of his eyes, even if the plump round rump also dangled plump round balls, they seemed, in a way that Ryan couldn't explain, feminine?

On the other hand, Ryan had a sweeter deal this time, as not only he was able to breath, he was actually getting serviced, by a wanton slut that seemed to want to drain his very soul from his penis as if his much smaller hardon was a straw.

It was a mixture of a an expert lovers suck fest and a cock-shoving and booty bouncing hell for Ryan,

Nonetheless, it eventually ended, well at least one bit did. Frustratingly and surprisingly enough, the kinky moment ended when Ryan received a surprisingly thick and generous amount of Danny flavored yogurt right into his mouth.

Not having to taste it, or realize it happened seemed like a blessing. Well, at least on the first time he was worried about breathing instead of worrying about this strange being holding his penis in a choke hold while depositing a weirdly fruity-tangy sweet cumshot right into his mouth.

Ryan was left confused as the femboy stood up.

"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babe. Thanks." Danny replied, putting on some sort of lollipop into his cherry red lips as if it was a calming cigarette.

"But..." Ryan was about to begin, when he had to decide if he'd be a swallower or a spitter, talking while the mouth is full could lead to chocking, besides, he already had swallowed a bit, so he ended up with the most obvious way of dealing with it.

Maybe what made the act easy was not the perception of what happened, but how sweet it tasted.

Ryan shook his head, he still had one more frustration to deal with and a slutty companion who had been, just one orgasm ago, willing to help him out a bit.

"What about me?"

"Your first wish?" Danny inquired in a teasing manner.

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SHAMELESS PLUG!!!

***loud horn sounds***

Ahem... Well, yeah, I'm plugging now.

Next part will be uploaded soon...

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