An Assessment

Joe stared at the boy in the pink minidress. It really was Joe's fault that the boy was wearing the same clothes from the day before. Pam had reminded him on the drive home to stop in at David's apartment to pick up some things. But he'd forgotten, like he often did. It was one of the things he hated about himself.

It wasn't too late to remedy the situation. If Joe was going to whip this boy into shape, get him ready to marry Erica, he was going to have to get him back into the car to go pick up his lingerie. According to David, that was all he had. Lingerie, the pink minidress, and his platform shoes. It wasn't much. And if Joe was going to give his blessing to this boy, he was going to have to do better.

One thing that had bothered him the night before, spooning in bed with David, was his completely inappropriate body. It was pathetic, really. Young men these days had no idea how to take care of themselves. When Joe was younger, not only did he stay in shape by working manual labour, but he made sure to spend some of his spare time at the gym, playing sports, or generally staying active. That was how he because the man he was, that was how he caught Pam's eye all those years ago.

But David? His doughy body was an obvious sign of neglect. Holding the boy's body close to his own, Joe's groin grinding into David's rear end, he realized that if David didn't know how to take care of his body, he obviously couldn't take care of Erica. Thick belly, muscular arms, no tits to speak of, David was an embarrassment to mankind.

After breakfast, Pam and Joe had spoken about it. There would need to be changes around the house if David was going to improve. He would need to be on a diet, for one thing. Low calories, no snacking, they needed to get his waist into a more reasonable size. Shapewear would help, Pam had suggested. Joe had never heard of shapewear, but he was willing to try anything if it helped his baby girl.

Hormones, too, would come into play. For whatever reason, David's body wasn't producing what it needed for him to look like a man. His lips were thin, his voice too low, and that five o'clock shadow was disgusting. David had a family doctor, and so Joe would coach him on making an appointment later that day, giving him the words he'd need to say. Pam had been on The Google all morning finding out a list of the best stuff for David to take, and so they'd be prepared.

"Daddy," David whined, "when are we going to my place? I want to wear something sexier for you."

"Soon," Joe said, happy that the boy was taking initiative, but annoyed at the whining.

And tits. It would take far too long to wait for a good pair to grow in once he'd started his hormones. Pam had told Joe that some people use bra inserts, like a kind of fake boob to make it look real while they wait. Joe could live with that, but he still wasn't sure he wanted to wait for natural growth. There were plenty of surgeons who could help them out.

But in the meantime, Joe had a job to do. He needed to head to David's apartment. They might stop on the way home to pick up a few more outfits, something with some room to grow up top, but Joe was worried that he'd pick the wrong stuff without Pam there, and she was insisting that Joe and David go on their own. Man-time, she called it, a time for the pair to bond. Joe didn't mind bonding time. He'd always wanted a son, and David might be the closest thing he'd get.

Besides, David had promised him a humdinger of a blowjob once they got to his place, and it might be nice to have Pam back home when that happens. Sometimes a guy needs to connect with other guys without their wives looking over their shoulders.