Dinner's on Enzo (Femboy Route)

Dinner that night was no ordinary affair. Usually, Enzo would sit at one end of the table, picking at a microwaved TV dinner while Gary went to town on his mother. The older man would try to engage Enzo in some token conversation, but for some reason Enzo had never been much for talking over the sounds of Ezzy taking cock at the dining table.

This time, though, things were different. Enzo had a new body, a new style, and a new reason for being. He wasn't a young man to be ignored and tossed aside, nor was he a victim of some bimbo-modding feminization fetishist. Now, Enzo was a loud and proud Alpha devotee. It didn't matter that he was a guy; he'd reel them in all the same, and show them what they were missing.

Case in point, this time Gary was the one picking at his meal. Ezzy was in her own seat for once, enjoying her food without Gary offering to pump out some "special sauce" from over her shoulder.

She flashed a smile at her husband-to-be. "Would you like some gravy, love?" When Gary shook his head, Ezzy ducked under the table. "How about you, honey?

"Yes, please," said Enzo, brushing the hair out of his eyes. It was getting longer, and it kept falling in front of his face every time he leaned back to impale his magnificent ass onto Gary's cock. Enzo's plate was on the floor in front of him, like he was some kind of spoiled house pet. Getting the food into his mouth was a little difficult with the constant bouncing, but his experience getting double-teamed at school had made him better at swallowing things from both ends.

Ezzy got on her knees, spooning some gravy onto her son's plate like she was filling a bowl with pet food. "Enjoy!"

"Eat up, son," Gary groaned. "It's not like you can live on cum alone... Might have to call Pearson's about that actually..."

"What was that, dad?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just thought of a present for you. It'll be a surprise."

"S-Sure thing..." Enzo gasped. "Um, dad?"

"Yeah, son?"

"Can you aim a little to the left? I--Oh--Oooh, yesyes--That's it... Fuck me, daddy!"

"That reminds me," Ezzy said, as she rose from under the table. "I'll be right back!"

She returned a minute later with a brown box. Inside were three bands, in three different colors.

"Here, sweetie. Look what the school sent in the mail for you!"

She kneeled down again and held the bands out to her son, who was rocking band and forth with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

"These tell everyone at school who can fuck you," Ezzy explained. "You're always fair game to Alphas, and if that's all you want then this one is for you." She held a red band that read 'Alpha Toy.'

"Is that a wristband?" asked Gary. He was curious how the school was responding to Enzo's changes... Just as well, since Enzo could barely pay attention to what his mother was trying to tell him. Ezzy got up and addressed her fiance instead; Gary could always explain it to Enzo again if need be.

"No, dear, they're collars! If Enzo is okay with Betas using him too, he can wear this blue one. See, it says 'A & B Property.' This last one is green, and that's for when he's okay with anyone and everyone enjoying his sweet little bod!"

Gary slapped Enzo's cheeks with an open palm, then took the green band from Ezzy's hand. His hand was shaking; he'd just started cumming, and it was going to be a long one. As he began pumping his load into his future-stepson's asshole, he ran the band between his fingers.

"Free Use Cum Dumpster? Hah! That's my son, alright!"

From under the table, Gary heard something--Something other than the gurgling of Enzo's ass as it struggled to accept all the cum being drained into it.

"What's that, son? Was that 'No more!' or 'No... More?'"

Both Ezzy and Gary leaned over to check on their little jizz-toilet. He had crumpled forward onto his arms, eyes closed as he was filled to the brim.

"Looks like our little honeybuns has fallen asleep," Ezzy whispered. "I'll get a pillow for his head."

"Thanks dear," Gary replied. He figured he'd wait a bit for his orgasm to completely subside, then pull out slowly... With any luck, Enzo would still be fast asleep when Gary came back down for breakfast tomorrow, and he could fill him up all over again.