Becoming a Boy 73

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TIMMY

 

"Ok, boy. Show me what is so important. What's going on?"

 

I had been after Ian since he got back to the frat to let me talk about how I had learned to masturbate by playing with my nipples. I HAD to tell him. He was the boss in everything involved in my life. If I was ever caught masturbating and he didn't know about it, I just know he would be upset. He had me locked up for his reasons, if I could control my own orgasm, well, he might not be happy.

 

"Uhm, Sir, I, uh well I was home earlier today looking at myself in the mirror. I was really paying attention to how much my body has changed this year. You know, how you encouraged me to alter my nipples for you, and all the time I spend at the gym has really increased the size of my pecs and my butt. I really have a different shaped body than I did at the start of the school year."

 

"You've done very well, Timmy. You've really achieved a lot under my direction this year," he praised me, and I could feel myself blushing. He smiled at that.

 

"Thank you, Sir. Well, like I said, I was looking at all the changes in how I look. I got to thinking how it is all your leadership and guidance that has led to these changes. I really like how I look. I was running my hands over my chest, and I started to play with my nipples as I looked at myself and thought about how you'd changed me, my life. How I served you now.

 

"Yeah, it's true. I've changed you around quite a bit," he admitted. "I've given you a focus that you didn't have before, Timmy. You were pretty lost and unformed when you got to school last fall."

 

"Yes, Sir, I see that now. But anyway, I was touching my nipples and thinking of all of this, all of the changes, my service to you, and well, I just kept playing with my nipples thinking of all this and after a few minutes, it just felt so good that I came while touching my nipples and playing with them."

 

There! I had said it. Now he could punish me if he wanted. If that wasn't something I should be doing.

 

"Wait, you came from playing with your nipples? Just rubbing them and thinking about me and your life?"

 

"Yes, Sir. I'm, I'm sorry if that is a bad thing. It just happened really before I could control it."

 

I tried to tell if he was angry. He was grinning, but I had seen him mad and smiling before. He often smiled as he spanked my butt or told me to do something he knew I wouldn't like.

 

"Why don't you show me what you were doing, boy? Just strip down and start masturbating with your nipples."

 

"Now, Sir?"

 

"I just said so boy. I would like to see how this works. I had forbidden you playing with your dick long ago, but I hadn't considered you could cum without playing with it when you are on your own."

 

"I don't, Sir. I can assure you. You give me so much pleasure that I cum when you cum. Your cock gives me great pleasure and I cum nearly every time you allow me to serve it, to serve you."

 

"Come on, Timmy. Give me a show. Let's see you cum again. I'll make comments, but you tell me what you did and show me how it happened. I'm not going to touch you, but I will say things. And you will tell me things you were thinking."

 

It seemed odd. I was going to put on a show for him, he said. He wanted me to show off for him. I pulled off my shirt and pants, removed my socks, and then pulled off my thong last. I stood in front of him naked and he was still smiling.

 

"Your ass is really big these days, Timmy. You've done a lot of work on that for me." I turned around so he could see it. "Go on, touch your nipples and do as I say."

 

I moved one hand up to my chest and began rubbing my hand around my nips. I moved my other hand to my ass and rubbed it. I felt very different than I used to feel if I touched myself.

 

"Yes, Sir. My butt is so much bigger than it used to be. I couldn't be on the swim team looking like this. Too much resistance in the pool," I said as I ran my hand over the curve on my lower back as it then curved out to the shelf I had developed back there before it swooped down forming my rounded butt.

 

"That's one fine ass I gave you, Timmy. Never wanted to eat a pussy the way I want to eat yours," he told me. I blushed, but I also moaned a little. I moved my hands back to my ass and spread it a bit for him. "I know what your cunt looks like, boy. I'm here to see you cum."

 

Oh yeah, this was about me at this moment. I moved my hands back to my nipples and started playing with them. I turned back around to face Ian. I flicked at them a little and ran my fingertips across them gently. I sighed a little, I heard the air escape my lips. I squeezed my pecs with my hands.

 

"There ya go, play with those titties, boy." A shiver ran down my spine. He liked what I was doing, and it felt good to me too. "You've really worked hard to build up those pecs. Don't see a swimmer with tits like those, boy. They are good enough to fuck."

 

"Yes!" I moaned as I continued to play with my nipples. Ian was thinking about the same stuff I thought about earlier. How he had remade my body to look like this, like how he wanted it to look.

 

"You created all of this, Sir. You made me to look like this. I look so different now."

 

"You look like I want you to look, boy."

 

"Yessss"

 

"You look like this because you belong to me. You are my boy."

 

"I'm your boy," I repeated. "I look so hot with my big pecs and ass, my firm muscles I never had before. My nipples are huge and just big play toys. Look at my tiny dick too. It's all locked up and I can't ever fuck anyone again."

 

"That's right, Timmy. I locked you up so you could focus on me."

 

"Ohhhhh, fucckkkkk. It's true. I've got these big muscles and a little dick. My nips are so sensitive, and they're all I can play with now."

 

My eyes had been focusing on Ian. Staring him in the face. Now my eyes closed. I was getting close. My spine tingled from my head to my prostate. It just grew in intensity as I twisted my nips between my fingertips. I pulled, twisted, and flick my nipples and then I could feel it happening.

 

"Ohh, oh god. Ian, Sir. Ohhhhhh. Fuuuuckkk. It's happening."

 

My back arched involuntarily, and I came. Little dribbles of cum flowed out of my cage. My breathing was heavy and ragged, I moaned. I had worked myself up with Ian's help and of course jerking my nipples and I had cum again. Twice today I had done it. God, it felt so amazing. I was sure it was wrong to play with myself this way.

 

Surprisingly Ian said nothing. He was looking at me strangely. I was unsure what to do next. Should I speak at all? Let him say something first? I did the only thing I thought I should do. I kneeled and cleaned up the mess I had made. I licked up the cum that had fallen on the floor. I also cleaned my cage up with my fingers and swallowed that too. Ian hated messes like that. Finally, he spoke.

 

"That was pretty impressive, Timmy. I've only ever seen a woman masturbate before. It's new to me to watch my boy do that. Not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, you know you are supposed to focus on me, but you've been focusing on your nipples, haven't you?"

 

"Yes, Sir. I didn't do it intentionally. I mean, yeah, I was touching my nipples intentionally, but the other part was unintentional. I had no idea I could make myself do that by only playing with my nipples," I tried to explain.

 

"No, I get that. I've told you to find pleasure in other parts of your body, it makes sense. Plus, you are clearly thinking of me and how much I have changed your life and your body. You seem to like the changes I've made, that I've given you."

 

"Oh yes, I totally get why you did it, Sir. I look good. Guys and girls are always coming on to me now, I get it. I think what you've done is amazing. I would never have thought I could look like this."

 

"I'm really impressed, Timmy. You've given me a lot of pleasure becoming my boy. I'm going to continue to get that pleasure, believe me. And I know you will be getting plenty of pleasure from my cock. I'm just not sure you need to be masturbating like that," he concluded.

 

"I'm sorry, Ian, Sir. I didn't know it could happen."

 

"It was hot watching you, Timmy. I am not sure why. I like thinking of you as my stud fagboy, but like I said, watching you made me think I was watching a woman. I've created you as I wanted you to be, so I need to accept this outcome as something I wanted. That's why I'm processing it. Maybe you learning new ways of masturbating is a logical outcome of my training. You certainly thought of nothing except me or what I created."

 

"Yes, Sir. I was thinking of you, and the body you've created."

 

"That's another thing I was thinking, boy. I was thinking of what a blank canvas I've created. You're a hairless, smooth, muscular, tanned, stud. I need to create something on this blank canvas. Tomorrow we are going to see my buddy, Bernie. It's time you got a few piercings and a tattoo or two. I am going to create some art on the art I already created," he finished and smiled down at me.

 

DANNI

 

I was so nervous! The trip was set for next weekend. My wedding was coming up. Ian was graduating this week and then Devish and I were off to India. Ian and Timmy, Mom, Dad and Billy, Grampa, Bailey (my bridesmaid) and his husband Tom, Uncle Dave and Aunt Joan, Amy, and Ashley were all flying to India to be at the wedding. There were others I wanted to invite but Devish said that was enough. He was paying for it all.

 

"What are you thinking about, Danni? You've been so quiet today," Devish said as we drove to the campus.

 

"Oh, gosh, Daddy. I'm thinking about the wedding of course. I'm scared, nervous, excited to meet your family, all of that. There's so much going on. That isn't even thinking about Ian graduating or me becoming an uncle, or aunt, or whatever I am going to be to Ian and Timmy's baby. Then there is everyone else coming to the wedding. Did I tell them everything they needed and what they wouldn't need to bring."

 

Devish laughed at me and I blushed a little. He always could get me to stop my brain from running away with a chuckle. I liked that I amused him.

 

"Calm down, Danni. You know that you will be fine and that your family will too." He reached his hand across the console and rested it on my leg. It felt very comforting knowing that he was handling all of the arrangements. All I had to do was show up. I ran the home, but he ran all of our social life. He would make sure the plans went well.

 

I thought back to how a year ago I was a dumb boy, just looking for trouble. I had found it too. Daddy had really laid down the law for me. He had also fucked some sense into me. He really made me think about who I am and how to improve myself. I am a fag, a real sissy now, and Daddy is the one who made me realize it. Of course, he had help. Uncle Dave, Grampa, Ian, Mr. Johnson, all the fags and bulls at the farm and then of course, Devish, my new Daddy. All of those Men had shown me what a real Man is and what a sissy I am.

 

I looked down at my body. I was living mostly as a girl or at least like a sissy. I only wore pants around the house really. I had been dressing like a girl the last couple months to get ready for the wedding, to live as the girl Daddy's family expected him to marry. He had sent pictures of me, of us to his mother. My breasts had really begun to sprout. Is that the word girls used? They were forming. My nipples were tender, and I had developed good sized little breasts, enough that wearing a bra was the norm for me. My hair was quite long now. I could do all sorts of styling, but mostly I just kept it pulled back. I know his family was going to do some amazing style for the wedding on me. I was kinda looking forward to all the attention I would get there.

 

I glanced at my hands. I had managed to let my nails grow long enough that I went regularly for manicures. Oh, and pedicures of course for my feet. I went to the gym more than I ever imagined I would. I had to stay in shape since I had no testosterone anymore. My weight had shifted to my hips and ass, no longer in my arms. It really was a requirement to train my new body how Daddy wanted it. My little clit was back to being locked down for now. I no longer had embarrassing erections, they just weren't possible. Daddy said as it shrank more, he might let me out of the piercing locks. The piercings would remain, but my dick would be allowed to shrink naturally to a more normal sized clitty, whatever that was. It was the only remnant of me ever thinking I was a man. I was a totally feminized, totally me now. An obedient sissy for my Daddy, my soon to be husband.

 

It calmed me down, thinking of everything I'd accomplished in the last year. I could easily get married. Well, married again. Devish and I had already done the official marriage thing. A couple months ago we had gone to the county and gotten our marriage license. Of course, we started with the court petition to change my name. First, I had to go from being Daniel James McNeil to Danni Janelle McNeil. Then when that was done, we got married by a judge and he changed my name to Danni Janelle Mishra. We were already official. I couldn't say anything to our families yet, the real wedding for them was coming up. That would make it seem real I thought. All the glamour and outfits, the ceremony.

 

While I was thinking all this, Daddy Devish had moved his hand from my leg to my crotch. I suddenly noticed that his fingers were tickling my clit and awfully close to my pussy entrance.

 

"Daddy! You are going to get me all wet! I will be a mess at Ian's graduation."

 

"Sorry, dear. You know it is quite difficult to keep my hands off you."

 

Away from the bedroom, Daddy was still a very formal man. In the bedroom he could get very dirty and vocal about his informality. I smiled at him and left his hand where it was. If he wanted to finger me, I couldn't stop him. I just tried not to squirm as that would only increase the chance my pussy would start dripping.

 

We drove a couple miles like this, stopping at traffic lights and for pedestrians. Daddy with his fingers tickling me, trying to make me squirm. Finally, I let out a little moan and that was what he had wanted, I guess. He withdrew his fingers and stuck them under my nose. I sniffed at them, recognizing my own well used pussy scent. I licked them for him and he put both hands back on the steering wheel. He always did something new to keep me horny for him.

 

We found a place to park not too far of a walk from the frat house. Ian had said to meet him there. He had tickets to the graduation for us and we needed to pick them up. I wasn't sure if everyone would be there or if they had already grabbed their tickets and went to get seated. Mom and Dad were coming, and Timmy's parents were going to be there too. Of course, Timmy was going to see Ian walk across the stage. I don't think anyone else was coming. The trip to India would be plenty for them I figured. They would see Ian then. I was a little surprised Timmy's parents were coming, but Ian had told me that they wanted to support Timmy and see the girl who was carrying their grandchild.

 

Daddy held my hand as we walked. I always looked around to see if anyone would recognize me. It had only been a year since I was going to school here. I had gone to a couple of Ian's frat parties, out of a sense of duty, but was so glad I didn't have to do that anymore. What pigs! I hoped I didn't see any who could figure out I was Ian's new sister. I knew I presented as a girl, but it was still tough to think about being a sissy and carrying it off so no one knew.

 

"Here we are, babe. Let's find Ian and head over to the events center to get some decent seats," Devish said smiling at me. We knocked and eventually someone answered. It was a girl! Then I looked closely and realized it was someone who was almost a girl. She might pass most people's glances, but I had enough experience with sissies and gurls to know that this had been a boy at one point. My god, Ian had really changed this place if they had a sissy in the frat. Then I thought about all the dick she was getting and got a little jealous for a moment.

 

"Hi!," she nearly squealed it out. "Come on in. Who are you looking for?"

 

"Hi," I said, more sedately than her. "I'm Danni McNeil, Ian's bruh uhm, sister. Is he around?"

 

"Oh yeah, he's here. Let me find him. I think he was drinking a beer with some of the men," she said and went off to find him.

 

"Wow," I said looking at Devish.

 

"Yes, wow, as you say. She is working hard to be a girl." Devish had noticed too. "I'm not sure she has it all down yet," he added.

 

"Don't say anything," I told him. "It's tough enough going through changes without everyone saying something," I whispered.

 

Ian walked into the room first. He had a beer in one hand and was smiling as he moved towards us. There was Timmy too and a black man, then the girl who had answered the door.

 

"Danni!" Ian shouted as he took me into a bear hug. I thought I might suffocate. Ian somehow maneuvered his hand in to squeeze my tits without anyone knowing he had done it. "Nice development," he whispered. "You're looking great!" he added for everyone to hear.

 

"It's nice to see you too, big brother." I was happy to see him, even if he was still a jerk and squeezed my breasts. Of course, I squeezed his big cock in return. If he could squeeze me, I could squeeze him.

 

He finally let me go and went to shake Devish's hand. "Nice to see you, Devish. You managing to keep Danni out of trouble?"

 

The men chuckled. I went to give Timmy a hug. "Hi Timmy. How is Ian treating you?"

 

Timmy returned my hug. "It's good Danni. I'm really happy. Ian is amazing to me."

 

"You look fantastic," I told him. "You've really bulked up." He blushed a little. Lord, I knew that feeling.

 

"Yeah, I've put on a lot of muscle weight. Ian had suggestions for my workouts, and they seem to have given me a lot more muscle."

 

"I hear you. Devish has me going to the gym regularly now too. He had a lot of suggestions for what routines I needed to do." We giggled.

 

"Danni and Devish, these are my friends I'd like you to meet. This is Isaiah," he told us indicating the black man. "And this is his girl, Dusty." We all said hellos and the men shook hands. Dusty stood off to Isaiah's side and a little behind him. Devish, there is some beer out back, why don't you join Isaiah while I go find those tickets. I'm sure the girls have a lot of catching up to do, they can sit here or join us out back."

 

Ian walked off to the stairs and Isaiah quickly herded Devish out through the kitchen. That left us "girls" hanging around, so I wandered into the main room and sat on one of the sofas. Timmy did the same. Dusty took a chair near me.

 

"Timmy, when is the baby due?" I asked. I had a lot of catching up to do. I hadn't seen him in what seemed like months. It may have been Christmas, I thought. "Do you know the sex of the baby yet?"

 

Timmy smiled and seemed happy to talk. "The baby arrives in mid-June. Everything has been going so well with the baby and Tressa. She's getting big but at least she managed to finish the semester at school. We hope to be back from India by the time she is ready to deliver. Her doctor knows the sex of the baby, but we didn't want to know. Well, really Ian wanted to know, but I managed to convince him to not ask. So many things can happen, I didn't want him spending 6 months buying toys for a person we didn't even know if they would like them."

 

"Who is going to stay with her while you guys are in India? Ian told me that you've been spending a lot of time with her."

 

"One of the brothers has a younger brother who is coming to school here in the fall. He wants to get into town early for football practice. He seems like a good kid, very religious, trustworthy. He'll be watching her and doing the chores she can't do anymore. And believe me, there is a lot she can't do. She is definitely in her helpless stage."

 

I looked at Timmy. He was definitely a lot bulkier than at holiday time. He was wearing some tight clothes too. He was sexy, in a feminine way, if that made any sense for a muscle boy. I mean he was all muscle now, a lot bigger than when I first met him. But when he talked or described things, he was very fluid and had a touch of femme in his movements. I wondered if it was naturally something that happened when you learned you weren't the Man and were going to be the submissive partner in a relationship. Maybe we all just settled into what we were comfortable with doing. I noticed the only jewelry Timmy had on was a necklace made of metal links. Then it dawned on me that it was a collar of sorts. Ian had bought a discrete collar for Timmy to wear. How cute.

 

"I really love your necklace, Timmy. Is that something Ian got you?" I asked. Timmy blushed slightly.

 

"Yes, he got me this a couple weeks ago now. He gave me a few other things too. Would you like to see them?"

 

"Sure," I replied.

 

"Timmy stood up and motioned with his hand. "Come on. I'll show you in a room upstairs."

 

"Can I come too?" Dusty asked. It was the first thing she had said since we sat down.

 

"Yeah, come on," Timmy said.

 

We all got up and went up the stairs. We passed Ian on the way. He said to not take too much time, that I would want to catch up to Mom and Dad. They had already come and gone with their tickets. We went into a very neat and organized room. It had to have been Ian's room. Timmy would have kept it very organized I was sure.

 

"Close the door, please," Timmy said and Dusty pulled it shut behind her. He sat on the bed, so I did too. Timmy stood there for a second then he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.

 

"Wow! Ian had your nipples pierced," I exclaimed. "They really look good. The rings are bigger than mine," I added.

 

"Yours are pierced too?" Dusty asked. "I wanted to do that, but Isaiah said no."

 

"Yes. My Daddy had me get mine pierced," I told her. "Here look." I took my shirt off and then reached around to unsnap my bra. My little breasts came out and they could see my nipple piercings.

 

"Wow, Danni. Your breasts are nice. You didn't have those last time we talked. They're really starting to come in. Do you like them?"

 

Now it was my turn to blush. "Yes. I really do. I'm still adjusting to them, but I really feel comfortable with them. I've been taking the hormones for a while now. Once Devish decided I needed to be as feminine as possible for the wedding, it made sense. I really am a girly-boy, Timmy. It just feels right."

 

"How long have you been on hormones?" Dusty wanted to know. "I'm taking some natural pills to block my male hormones and increase the female hormones in my body. I think it is working. Let me show you."

 

Next thing I knew we were all standing there topless. Dusty had smaller titties than me, but she was definitely developing. Her nipples were all puffy and she had some buds.

 

"Wow, Nice tan lines." Dusty blushed. Her tan lines showed the triangle of a bikini top. They really framed her small boobs well. "I think your breasts are developing nicely," I told her. "It hasn't been very long, I can tell. What made you decide to use natural herbs?"

 

"I didn't really choose," she admitted. "My boyfriend at the time started me on them without telling me. When Isaiah took control from him, he continued giving them to me. When I confronted him about it, he admitted that he wanted to push my change to a girl more quickly. He wasn't sure I could make that decision on my own, so he helped me out."

 

"That's kinda hot," Timmy said. "I had no idea Zach did that Do, uh Dusty."

 

"It really is," I agreed. "I don't think I would have made any changes if my Dad hadn't pushed me out of my own closets. Sometimes we just need to be told what we are going to do."

 

"It's so much easier letting Ian decide what I'm going to do. Here, look at my new tattoo." Timmy spun around and there was an enormous tiger inked on his back. It covered nearly the whole back.

 

"WOW," we both said. "Timmy, that's really beautiful." The tiger was done in beautiful blacks and oranges. It walked along a stream and a flowering tree of some kind was done in pinks and greens. "It's gorgeous. How did you choose a tiger?"

 

"Ha! Ian said I could pick any cat I wanted on my back. My Chinese astrology sign is the tiger, so I chose that. Then Ian told me it should cover my whole back, whatever design I chose. He wanted a cat because when he looks at it, he knows that I am his pussy." Timmy blushed as he said it.

 

"Timmy, where did you get that done?" Dusty wanted to know.

 

"At this place in town. The guy's name is Bernie. I forget the name of the place."

 

"Bone Deep," I replied. "Been there. He does piercings too. He tattooed the areolas around my nipples." I turned to Dusty so she could see the work he had done for me.

 

"Those aren't from the hormones?" she asked.

 

"No, these are from Bernie. He did my piercings too. He's a nice enough guy. A little gruff," I mentioned.

 

"A little horny," Timmy added blushing.

 

"That too," I agreed.

 

"I really want my breasts to fill in. I was a little surprised that Isaiah was hiding the breast supplements from me, but after a few minutes of thinking it over, it made total sense. I was already presenting as a girl; I should have breasts to go with it all."

 

"Yeah, it makes sense," I agreed. "I really wanted to be a girl. It just took a long time for me to figure that out. With some help from Men of course." We all laughed at that. I looked over at Dusty, standing there with her little buds on display. "Did you ever think you would have breasts?" I asked.

 

"No. Never. I was chasing girls around campus for 3 and a half years. It wasn't until I started getting with guys and then met some girls like me that I realized I could do that. I'm thinking of asking Isaiah if I can go on regular hormones. I am nervous about it, but I really want to look good for him, for myself too, but for him. It's still so new, but the minute I saw myself in a mirror, with a woman looking back at me, I knew it was what I was supposed to be doing. I feel so much better now that I am becoming a girl."

 

"I could never do it," Timmy said. "I am completely happy being a guy. I am thankful Ian wants me as a guy. Well, mostly as a guy. I'm still locked up in a cage, so it isn't like I'm behaving like a guy," he added. I laughed at that.

 

"Let me show you the latest," I said. "Don't freak out." I lifted up my skirt and then pulled my stockings and panties down. I adjusted the clip which kept my clit locked down to my taint. "Look. No balls," I said proudly. "Devish had them removed a couple months ago."

 

Dusty threw her hand up to her mouth. Timmy made a cringing face. "What? It is just another way to accelerate my changes. No testosterone available for my body and so my breasts will develop a little faster. Plus it really is freeing for me. They often hurt being trapped below this device, and they would go up inside my abdominal area. The doc said it was sensible given my desire to be a sissy."

 

"I'm sorry, Danni. I should be more supportive. I know it is what you want, I'm just too much of a guy. I will always be male, however much I am doing all the girl stuff in life. I want to keep my balls. Just thinking about it hurts my nuts," he said laughing at himself.

 

"I'm not sure what Isaiah wants," Dusty said. "Should I ask him about that? I am fully locked in a chastity device; I'm not using my dick at all. Do you think he wants to cut off my junk?"

 

"Just go slow," I told her. "Let him make decisions. Just be ready if it happens," I added. "If you are happy being his girl, then you'll feel safe whatever choices he makes."

 

"I agree," Timmy joined in. "I let Ian make the decisions, obviously. He made the decision to get me the piercings and the tattoo. I am comfortable with that. I am oddly comfortable with my dick locked up. I am male, but I am not going to use my dick with Ian, ever. It's my choice to stay locked up. Every month we talk about it for one day. I can choose on that day to unlock or not. Ian told me that if I stay locked up, my dick will shrink more. It's kinda scary, but I like knowing he likes it and I still cum all the time. I mean, my dick got me in trouble. It's how Tressa got knocked up. I think for a while I should just keep it locked up to prevent any of that happening again, at least until I don't get hard all the time. I really like thinking with my pussy or my nipples instead of with my dick. I'll leave that to the Men in the world."

 

"I'm going to think about it. I've read if a girl starts feminizing hormones that the balls will shrink anyway. Maybe that will be enough to get me where I want to be," Dusty commented.

 

"Well, I guess that is really enough of show and tell. I should probably find my fiancé before these frat guys give him some bad American habits." Timmy and Dusty laughed at my summarization. "Will I see you at the restaurant later, Timmy?"

 

"Yeah, I'll be there," he replied. "My folks are here too. They will be joining us."

 

"Cool. It was nice meeting you, Dusty. Are you coming to eat too?" I helped her get her training bra on and then she helped me get mine back in place.

 

"Nice meeting you too, Danni. No, my folks are here. I'm graduating too. Isaiah and I are both finishing up. We get to deal with our parents meeting for the first time today. Should be a ball. My Dad is barely adjusting to the idea of having a daughter. Let me give you my number. I may need to talk to you sometime."

 

I handed Dusty my phone and she keyed in her contact info. We exchanged a text so that she had my number too.

 

"So, what are you going to do now that you have graduated?" I wondered. I couldn't imagine still being in school. It was definitely NOT for me.

 

"I have no idea. Isaiah is looking for a starting job. Once he gets one, I will go wherever he wants. My, uhm, my folks are really well off. Money won't be a problem for us. Dad didn't totally cut me off when I showed up in my new body. I will still have an allowance, so I am happy to do what Isaiah wants. I'm especially happy that Dad understood why I didn't want to work in the family business. My brothers can handle that. Dad pretty much thinks girls should stay at home anyway, so he was fine with me not going to work for him like all my brothers have."

 

"It sounds funny to hear me say I, but I think your Dad is right," I told him. "If I had to work, it would be as a secretary or hairdresser. I could never handle the jobs that men have."

 

"I still want to finish college," Timmy said. "But I need to take care of the baby for a while. I also have to support Ian as he takes over Johnson's farm. That will be plenty of work for me for a long time."

 

We all laughed at the idea of any of us working. We all realized we'd be kept boys or boiwives moving forward.

 

DAVIS

 

How was I supposed to deal with a pregnant woman while staying in shape? I wanted out of the house for the summer. I had probably made a mistake deciding to head to the college early and helping one of my brother's buddies out while they were in India. Andrea didn't seem too bent about it. She had another year to go in school and I was going to be playing football at school. She knew the routine. I would be busy with class and the team; she could come over for the home games and we'd go out for dinner after the game. It was going to be cool. She was out of town most of the summer, anyway, going to her parent's cabin up north. A family tradition she said. Whatever, I was leaving in the morning and had set my sights on being the leader on the team and in town. It was God's plan for me to be a leader, I kept hearing that from the church and from my folks. I grabbed my bag and headed for the gym. I wanted a last workout here before seeing what the school's facilities were like.

 

I settled in and started pumping some weights. I knew I had a great body. The way the girls at school had stared as I walked around high school told me so. Andrea would just hold tighter as we passed them by in the halls. It was a great feeling knowing I didn't have to think about a girl, cuz I had mine. We were cut out for each other. We were pledged to each other until we got married. I thought about that as I worked my muscles raw. I wanted to be in the best shape for college. I wanted to show up to practice that first day in top shape and steal that starting job right away. I knew I was in better shape than the guy who had started last year. I had watched him play a couple times on tv and that lineman who had graduated, Alonzo Brown had told me I was in better shape too. He was headed to the pros and if he could do it from the local school, so could I, I told myself.

 

By the time I was done, I was a stinky, sweaty mess. I wiped down the bench I had been using with the free weights and headed to the showers. I stripped down and wrapped a towel around my waist. I grabbed my kit and headed to wash this stink off me. I checked around to see how many guys were in the shower area. I liked this gym because there were separate stalls to shower. I hated open showers. Everyone would stare. Not just at me, but it seemed everyone would be checking out each other in those open showers like at the high school gym. Ugh, creepers are what I called them. I never stared. I didn't need to know what they looked like, I looked better, I told myself.

 

When I had finished, I stepped out to grab my towel. Of course, there was a crowd by the time I was finished up. Guys standing around doing the staring. I had to pay attention to what I was doing. I didn't want to see their dicks or anything disgusting. Made me think of that time at the frat when I was visiting the campus and that friend of Doug's, that guy Zach, made comments about my dick. Telling me it was tiny. Of course it was tiny to him in comparison. The dude had this monster schlong. Freak. I dried off and managed to keep my front side away from the guys that were there. I wrapped the towel back around me and headed to my locker.

 

I glanced at a couple guys. Just to check their abs or chest. I needed to measure myself against them, make sure I was better formed, better toned. I didn't stare at their dicks, but I did see them just the same. Mine wasn't that small. There were bigger ones, sure, not like freak size, but there were guys my size too. 4 and a half inches was in the range of a regular dick. I had looked that stuff up. I knew what was normal. That Zach guy was definitely NOT normal, freak. Don't know why I was thinking of him today. I guess cuz I was headed over there tomorrow and was wondering about how everything would go there.

 

I was going to help out with the pregnant girlfriend and then when that gig wrapped, I could hang at the frat the rest of the summer. Doug had arranged that for me. That would be cool, already knowing some of the older guys and having a summer of frat life under my belt before classes started and even before team practice began. Yeah, I could handle college and the football team, no doubt in my mind. It was all part of my plan, of God's plan, for me. It wouldn't have happened if God hadn't worked his plan out for me.

 

IAN

 

"So, you got everything? You got the phone numbers for us, you got the numbers for Zach, you got a list of stuff Tressa will need. I gave you money."

 

"Yeah. I got it. Doesn't seem that tough," Davis replied.

 

"I don't think there will be any big problems," I told him looking him over again. He seemed competent. A little on the nervous side, but hey he was going to be the QB on the team in the fall. "The biggest thing of course is to just check on Tressa regularly. She could always go into early labor."

 

"I wish," Tressa added. Davis and I both grinned. "I'm so huge right now, I can barely move. I'm so ready to be done with this pregnancy."

 

"If she needs it, I can stay here in the extra room," Davis offered. "Otherwise I will just come by in the daytime."

 

"I'll let Tressa tell you what she needs. I'm not gonna risk her or the baby at this point. If she says to stay over at night, then you do it," I told him. "I'm paying you enough to do what she says."

 

"Got it," he replied. "I can't argue with the cash."

 

"Geez, it's always about money with men. My Daddy, you, your old man, Tim, now this one," Tressa pointed at Davis.

 

"No comment," I told her. I didn't need to remind her she wanted to extract money or marriage from me from the start. I was lucky that Timmy had been the one to knock her up. I would be glad to be out of her life in a month, if everything went according to plan.

 

I shook Davis' hand and wished him luck.

 

ZACH

 

"So, you'll be crashing here in this room," I told Davis.

 

"There's two beds," he replied. "Is someone else staying here?"

 

"Not for the summer. All yours until fall semester. Then you'll probably be sharing with someone, but things will be switched around based on seniority and stuff."

 

"No advantage in being a legacy?"

 

Davis was Doug's younger brother. He was lucky that the frat had already given him an early start in getting in the house. Sure, he was probably going to be the starting quarterback on the football team, but he still had to go through rush like any freshman. He'd just already be living here in the house.

 

"Your advantage,' I told him, "is that you are already here and staking a claim to a spot. Other freshman will have to rush the frat and won't be living in the house."

 

"What are the rules?"

 

"For the house?" I asked.

 

"Yeah, I mean there must be rules."

 

"Yeah, as few rules as possible," I replied. "The biggest is that if there is a necktie hanging on a closed door that mean the brother is having sex, so leave him alone. Never knock on the door or go into a room with a necktie hanging on the doorknob."

 

"I won't be doing that," he stated. "My girlfriend is back at home and we are pledged to each other. We are virgins until we get married." I laughed.

 

"Yeah, you've mentioned that before," I managed to say without cracking up. Lots of freshman showed up to school with ideas about their girlfriends. He was the first I'd run into at the frat though who claimed to be a virgin. "Seriously? You're a virgin? We'll have to figure out how to help you lose that."

 

I'd be real interested to see if that could happen. The kid had a tiny 4-inch dick when it was hard. I'd seen it. I was probably even being generous. I wondered if I could set him up with a girl and see what happened. I bet she'd laugh at what he was calling a dick. He would make a great jock cocksucker though. Tight body, handsome face, tall, good genes, well, except for what was in his pants. It was like puberty had started and stopped within a month of each other. He barely had body hair and well, his dick and balls could be seen on a 14 year old was my guess.

 

"I doubt it," Davis said. "I really am dedicated to her. She's my everything."

 

"Okay. That's cool," I told him. "Look, I got a doctor's appointment. I'll catch you later."

 

"Wait, what about other rules?"

 

"Oh. Well if you need to see them all they are posted down in the main room. Most of it is just commonsense stuff," I told him. "If you have questions just text me." We exchanged numbers, which was good. I could stay in contact with him and work on his virginity problem.

 

Talking about what was in his pants had reminded me that I had scheduled an appointment with a urologist. I had already done blood work for the guy and I was curious, more than anything, to find out if my understanding of puberty was right. I had always thought it kinda stopped about 18, but over the last year I had noticed that my dick was still getting larger. When Chris and I had compared dick size I was an inch bigger than a couple years earlier. I mean, I wasn't complaining, 9 inches was great. I wasn't ever going to have anyone question my manhood. Yet, I wondered at 22 if this was going to keep on, or if it would stop at some point. I mean, Ian was 10 inches, he claimed. Might be cool to be that size, but what if it never stopped? I was looking forward to talking with the guy, a Dr. Jablonsky. Ian had mentioned him as a good doctor that he went to.

 

The dude's office was out in the country. I didn't pay much attention when I wrote the address down, but once I punched it in the GPS I saw it was out a decent ways from town. It turned out to be the guy's house, and his office was around the side. Took me a few seconds to figure that out. There was a single truck in his expanded driveway area, so I figured it must be his. I went on in and a bell rang that was on the door. When I got inside there was a real basic waiting area. There was an older guy behind a counter and a big burly guy standing there talking to him. Both of them turned towards me as I closed the door behind me.

 

The two of them just stared for a few seconds and it was beginning to creep me out. Finally, the old guy behind the counter said, "You must be Mr. Miller. Go on in to the exam room area. Through the door and first room on the right."

 

"That's me, I agreed as he spoke. "Got it." I headed off to where he said to go.

 

"Okay Johnson," I could hear the old guy saying, "Need to get to the patient. Nice seeing ya. Hope you and the Mrs. enjoy retirement."

 

"Thanks Doc, I'll check in after a couple months and see how things are going."

 

I heard the bell on the door jingle as the Johnson guy left. Then the old guy entered the room and sat down in the chair opposite of me where I sat on the exam table.

 

"Mr. Miller. Nice to meet you," he said extending his hand. We shook and he continued speaking. "Your blood work turned up some interesting numbers." He looked at me over his glasses as he glanced down to the chart.

 

"Yeah? Is everything okay?" I asked.

 

"Oh, yeah, no real problems at all. The interesting thing is you seem to still be going through puberty. Your testosterone numbers are through the roof."

 

"Seriously? Like how high?" I wondered.

 

"Normal for your age would range anywhere from 300 or so up to about 1100 nanograms per deciliter. That is what a man in his twenties would call normal. Your measure is 1500. Exceedingly high for your age, and at the high end during a male's puberty. You've been blessed, Mr. Miller," he said smiling.

 

"Sooo, what does that mean? I mean, I asked to have an appointment because... " he interrupted before I could finish.

 

"I'm guessing you wanted an appointment because you were concerned that your dick is still getting bigger. When testosterone is this high, and you are still young, yes, as long as those conditions continue, in all likelihood, your dick will continue to grow and your testicles will continue to increase in size as well."

 

"Shit! I mean, that's crazy."

 

"It does happen, young man."

 

"Well, yeah, but this totally could be amazing! Just think if I get bigger! I mean, when I pull it out now, most girls gasp and the uhhmm... "

 

"The faggots probably drool," Dr. Jablonsky finished another sentence.

 

"Uhmm, yeah, they do as a matter of fact. Hell, they know they have hit the jackpot. You, uhmm, said faggots."

 

"Yes, I did. You were referred here by Ian McNeil, so I assume you know all you need to know already about faggots, about submissive sissy boys and the such."

 

"Got it. Yeah, I knew some stuff before I started hanging with Ian, but yeah, he's a decent teacher in some areas." I wasn't going to rat out Ian and tell the doctor I had taught Ian some things too. He'd lost his precious gold star ass thanks to me.

 

"One other thing. Based on the blood work you do not have the genetic marker indicating this high testosterone level will lead to male pattern baldness. Most likely you will keep your hair until later in life."

 

"Oh, I hadn't thought about that," I admitted. "Are there other things to think about with high testosterone levels?"

 

"Mostly positive things,' he said. "It helps regulate blood pressure. It decreases your likelihood of obesity and heart attacks. One the flip side, men with high testosterone levels are more likely to consume more alcohol, more tobacco, and they are more likely to take part in risky behaviors such as injury prone activities."

 

"Huh. Well I don't smoke, and I am not really into skydiving or stuff like that. Seems likely it won't have much impact in those areas. So otherwise, I should just let my dick keep getting bigger and fuck my way through life?" Both the doctor and I laughed.

 

"I encourage appropriate behavior sexually," the doctor said. "You as a high testosterone male should be the dominant one in all activities, whether you choose to be with a woman or another male, or anything in between. You look to be in decent shape now. I would encourage you to build your physique as much as you like now, as these levels won't continue forever. You've gotten the benefit of high T, use it to your advantage. You will achieve quick and relatively easy muscle growth in comparison to your friends at your age. I would also say measure your levels every year or so to see what if any changes are occurring. Oh, and of course, if your dick gets what you consider too big, then come see me and we can figure out a way to bring those levels down to an acceptable level that should slow or stop growth any further."

 

"Got it, doc. I really appreciate it."

 

"One other thing, son. I need you to get it hard for me so we can measure it officially. When you come back in a year we can check it again to see if growth is continuing."

 

"Here doc? It was at nine inches a couple months ago. I know because I was comparing with a buddy in a bet."

 

"Yes, but otherwise I am just taking your word for its size. What if this whole thing has been a put on to waste my time?"

 

The guy seemed to think that I would waste his time. He already had measured my T levels. Then it was a guy Ian referred me to. Maybe there were other things going on. Whatever! I knew my dick size, if this old guy wanted to get off to seeing it, why not? I got up off the table and dropped my pants and boxers. I gave my meat a couple shakes and he took out his measuring tape.

 

"Let's measure it flaccid first." He reached over and laid the tape on the top of my dick as it hung there. "Six and a quarter inches. Is that pretty much what it looks like when you pull it out to piss?"

 

"Pretty much. Only time it's smaller is if I am swimming in cold water," I said laughing.

 

"Okay then, get it stiff. You need some reading or viewing material for that? Or can you manage that okay while I'm here?"

 

"I think I can handle it doc. I mean you could get me hard if you want to," I offered. I'd not considered using an old guy before, but he wanted it hard. Kinda tough to not offer him a chance to play.

 

"Not interested. I may be old in your mind, son, but I am a top and don't do dick."

 

"No worries. Just figured I'd offer." I stroked on my cock and it began filling out fully. I thought about the fag in the bathroom a couple weeks ago, but that didn't really do it. Then I settled on Davis and that seemed to do the trick. Getting that stud jock on his knees in front of me was a hot thought. In no time I was as stiff as a board. I had closed my eyes and didn't notice the doc when he first laid the tape measure along the top of my dick. I opened them when I felt his hand.

 

"Nine and a quarter inches," he said without inflection. "Seems you've grown some since you say you measured it."

 

"Holy shit! Is a quarter inch a lot for a couple months? I know it was only nine then." My dick bounced in front of me just thinking about my cock still growing.

 

"No, not at all. Given your T levels, it is within normal to have growth spurts like that. That's why I say keep an eye on it. There are ways to bring down the testosterone levels if you think it's too big."

 

"I've seen a 12-inch cock, but I don't know if I would want one that big. That is way too much for most folks, even a well-trained faggot." I thought about the time Alonzo had opened up my ass with his cock after a night of drinking. It was painful to even think about it. That was the last time any dick had been near my ass. But I had watched Ian get plowed by that same dick and it was kinda hot to watch. Two and three quarters more inches. Was that even possible I would get that big?

 

"Well, you will know if you reach a point of too big," the doc said, stirring me out of my daydreams. "If you've got no more questions, I have things to do."

 

"Oh, yeah. Much appreciate your time," I told him. I settled up my payment and headed out. "I'll schedule an appointment in a year or so. Thanks again."