And Angie is stuck between them. Literally.

Minutes later, Angie found himself sitting between Dinah and Janet as they fussed over the femboy as they talked. If one could call playing with his hair and more sensitive bodyparts 'fussing'. But what was worse was the things the two women talked about.

"... And that's how I managed to turn my useless cousin into my personal fuckdoll maid!" Janet finished her story with a smug grin and a hearty squeeze of Angie's enormous tits.

"My, I have to commend your initiative and... shall we say, craftsmanship," mused Dinah, groping the heavily blushing femboy's ass. "And did you say 'maid'? It seems I also have to commend your taste, then. I would love to see cute little Angie here in her working attire."

"Sure, feel free to visit us anytime." Shrugging, Janet played with Angie's hair absentmindedly. "But before that, maybe you can help us. You know, I keep pumping Angie full of dickmilk. Should only be fair he gives back a little, right?"

"Hmm... by the choice of your wording, I assume you mean to make he--him... lactate?"

"Got it in one!"

"Well, I haven't personally managed to acquire that particular change, but I have contacts in the city. I'll see what I can find out."

"Awesome!" Janet sounded positively gleeful. And, judging by the way her shorts bulged, the thought alone made her grow stiff. Which in turn made Angie salivate and become wet. "I expect that will take a while, so I'm just gonna say thank you and change the topic for now. If you don't mind sharing, how did you change and do you plan on trying for... more?"

"Oh, I don't mind at all," chuckled Dinah, her left snaking around Angie's waist to play with the string of his tiny bikini bottoms, coming dangerously close to revealing his tiny, desperately hard cock to the beach. Angie's thick nipples were already visible to anyone glancing their way - glances that turned into surreptitious stares soon. "I happen to be part of a swinger club, and after our last meeting, each and every one of us found themselves transformed in some capacity. Myself one of the least affected, actually."

"Huh, didn't expect that." At a loss for words, all Janet could do was bring her hand from Angie's hair around his shoulder and to his chin, lightly tracing his lower lip. The tingling sensation made the femboy sigh involuntarily, a blush spreading on his cheeks as his lips parted. "Did you find out who was it that, uh, infected you?"

"No, never. And we didn't really care - most of us rather enjoy the changes, even the more... extensively changed ones." Dinah's hand was inching ever closer to Angie's crotch, tracing tingling lines over his smooth thighs. The sensation and the promise it held deepened the femboy's breathing with every passing second. "Oh, speaking of which, I do plan on getting some more... work done. Having seen the fun one can have with the, hm, esoteric changes, I find myself unable to not use this opportunity."

"Oh, I get you, Dinah." Running her fingers over Angie's full lips, Janet curved them the second her cousin sucked the two middle ones into his mouth, allowing him to slobber all over them with no regard to who was watching. "The things I did with my new equipment, the things I did to Angie... I'd hate to have missed out on them."

"I knew I'd found a kindred spirit in you. Something about your work with Angie here just... spoke to me." As she spoke, Dinah let her hands wander further, sliding them down between Angie's thick thighs until her fingers found his desperately hard, embarrassingly tiny member, gently rubbing over it. "Oh my, he's adorable! He's barely even male anymore, my dear! You must tell me, how did you do it?"

"Well, let's just say that I am bigger than what he started with." Angie's tongue whirled around the two fingers inside his mouth, wishing they were the real deal as he sucked with abandon, not caring that saliva was dripping into his cleavage. Instead, he grabbed his massive tits and began rubbing them against each other, spreading the saliva around liberally. "Twice over, actually."

"Oh, in length and girth? Impressive." Her hand now rubbing more vigorously over the pre-slick little nub Angie called his cock, his boy-clit, Dinah sounded astonished as Janet shook her head and grinned while her cousin whined desperately. "Oh! Oh my! You mean to say... you have two?"

"Ayup!" Janet's smile was audible in her voice as her fingers rubbed against Angie's tingling lips and his dancing tongue, his breathless moans washing over her saliva-slick hands. "And my little cockslut is addicted to them. Hopelessly."

"My goodness!" Hearing Janet's confirmation, Dinah worked herself and Angie into a frenzy, his hips bucking against her hand as the fact that anyone and everyone could see two women getting him off lost all importance for the femboy. "Janet, if you'll allow, let's cut our tanning time short. I simply must see your equipment for myself. And play with your adorable little pet some more."

"Hey, anytime! I love meeting new people." Angie was panting now, feeling so close, so very close... "And maybe we can... exchange some, hm, changes. Now, do you wanna finish this, or should we edge little Angie a little?"

"Well, both have their merits..." But with the way Dinah intensified her rubbing, it was rather clear what held more merit in her mind. Bliss began to spread all throughout Angie's body, his hands digging into the abundant breastflesh on the femboy's chest. The tiny triangles of his 'bikini' had long since slipped off. "But if I am being honest, I would like to see how this sweet little thing looks and sounds when he cums... for... me..."

With the last three words, Dinah leaned over to the femboy's ear, her breath tickling his flush skin, and finally, her teeth nibbling on the top of his burning ear. And with Dinah's hand cupping his twitching boy-clit, Angie finally spilled over with lust, trembling and squeaking, the sounds muffled by his cousin's fingers in his mouth, hands dropping down onto the towel,

"Yesss, little Angie, show me your climax. Me and the whole beach. Keep cumming and cumming and cumming..." Dinah kept rubbing Angie's crotch, causing the pleasure to build and the femboy's body to convulse as his head rolled back and against Janet's shoulder, her hands slipping from his mouth to grope his tits, Angie's tongue lolling from his slack mouth. "That's it, my dear. I can feel the tiny drops you let out, but cum isn't really necessary for pleasure, now, is it?"

It was not, and Angie felt as if he was about to pass out, eyes fluttering close as bliss robbed him of all his strength, hips rolling weakly, climax now dry but still ongoing in what felt like eternal pleasure, until finally, Dinah showed mercy and ceased her rubbing. But even the ebbing pleasure made tics and twitches run through Angie's body, which only stayed upright due to the support of the two women.

"Well done, sweet little thing," Dinah murmured into Angie's ear, pulling her hand out of the femboy's crotch and letting it graze over his lips so Angie could clean her as if on autopilot. "Janet has trained you well, too. We are going to have such fun together, the three of us..."