Eventful.

It felt as if Angie's face hadn't stopped burning since breakfast. But now, his fierce blush was at least partially hidden - behind the tasteful makeup Janet had put on his face, making him look downright cute and more feminine than he'd expected. The sight in the mirror had stunned Angie so much that he'd just put on the clothes Janet had laid out for him while saying that only she got to see her cockslut in a maid dress. The problem was that now, everyone else got to see Angie in hotpants barely making it to his thighs and even exposing a fair bit of hips and ass, plus a low cut crop top that was similarly skimpy, actually showing a hint of underboob.

All in all, there was much more of Angie's plump, curvy body on display than he was strictly comfortable with, but it was what Janet wanted him to wear, so there was nothing he could do. At least his cock had shrunk so much that there was barely any bulge in his pants, which was almost all balls anyways. Janet on the other hand sported a massive bulge in her shorts, two cocks teaming up with some seriously fat nuts to produce an effect that turned heads, most of all Angie's. His cousin had to catch the femboy more than once when he got distracted and stumbled.

"You know, I'd expected more people to be affected like us," Janet mused when she pulled her cockslut up after the latest almost-fall. "Like, at the beach, there were at least a dozen. But have you seen anyone that might be since we left?"

"N-no..." Mumbling, Angie looked up and down the street, only seeing, well, normal people and normal if definitely affluent houses. "Should... should we try somewhere else?"

"Well, duh! I'm taking you to the beach, cockslut. It's our best bet, don'tcha think?"

"Uh-huh..." Angie stared at the pavement as a couple passed them, with the man giving more than a cursory glance to the femboy's curves. The hushed, but definitely angry tones Angie soon heard from behind them made clear what his girlfriend thought. "And... and then?"

"Then, little Angie, I buy you the skimpiest, sluttiest little bikini we can find - because beach - and then we look for someone who can help us with your little milk problem."

"B-But I don't even give milk?"

"Which is the problem!" Hugging Angie from the side, Janet lifted both of his enormous funbags and squeezed, titflesh bulging out from between her fingers as the femboy squeaked in surprise. "Now come on, time's a-wastin'!"

The cousins didn't see their first obviously changed human until they reached the boardwalk. But the woman coming their way sporting three breasts and six arms was definitely affected. And both confident enough to go outside at all, changed as she was, and do it while wearing only a short skirt and a billowing top with rather large arm holes which both left room for her arms and exposed the sides of her boobs to the world.

"If you got it, flaunt it, right?" The woman said with a wink as she passed Angie, and the femboy swallowed and looked to the ground - because he had it, he was flaunting it, but without Janet, neither would have been true.

"You said it, sister!" Janet grinned as she turned and walked backwards for a few steps to give the woman a sloppy salute. "God, I love the way things are changing. You can never have enough titties. Or enough tiddy!"

"Or... or enough cock."

"Angie! Was that a joke about my downstairs situation?" Hugging the shortstack femboy with one arm, Janet fondled his sideboob and kissed the top of his head. "My, one would almost assume you're starting to enjoy our new life!"

"Uhm... maybe...?"

That made Janet chuckle as they continued walking - because they both knew that the answer was yes. Humiliating as it was to be so utterly subservient to Janet, to be her helpless little toy, to have her show him off to everyone, Angie wouldn't trade it for his old life for anything. After all, he'd lose Janet's dicks and what she did to him with them, he'd lose this new body that was so enjoyable for her, and after all, the humiliation only made it better.

"Here we are! This is where I'm gonna treat you to a new bikini." With a sweep of her arm, Janet indicated a beachfront store that sold all kinds of bathing suits and other beach implements like umbrellas, beachballs, kickboards and so on. "Come one, let's pick one out for you!"

What Janet picked out wasn't a bikini. At least, Angie struggled to see it as one; to him, it looked more like three slingshots strung together, two for up top and one for down below. Angie couldn't help but stare - first at the bikini-adjacent mess of strings and tiny bits of black cloth, then at Janet. Who was grinning like a predator staring down at her quaking prey.

"Don't you like it, Angie? I'm absolutely sure it's gonna suit you." Somehow, Janet managed to turn her grin into a smile that seemed encouraging and sweet. Seemed. "Now off you go, try it on. Changing booths are over there."

With a slap on his massive ass, Janet pushed Angie towards said changing booths, and the impossibly curvy femboy stumbled as he began to make his way over, not even a hint of disobedience in his mind. Concepts like this had become unimaginable to him somewhere around the first blowjob he'd given and the third pounding he'd received. So he made his way into one of the changing booths, barely processing the soft music playingfrom hidden speakers.

In the changing room, the first thing Angie did was stop in his tracks. Seeing himself in all his jiggly, soft glory for the first time didn't just give him pause, it brought his mind to a crashing halt. What he saw wasn't the scrawny little nerd he'd been until yesterday - what he saw was a sex doll come to life. Thighs almost as thick around as his waist. Hips wider than his shoulders. Tits bigger than his head, hiding the entirety of his ribcage from view. And his face, technically unchanged, was still feminized and adorable thanks to Janet's skills with makeup.

And the entire ridiculously sexualized package was wrapped into way too little clothing. He basically was already wearing a bikini, hotpants struggling to contain his thighs and ass, tiny little bulge still clearly visible, and his crop top definitely failed to contain his oversized boobs, with almost a quarter of them hanging out from the lower hem. He looked like a total slut, thankfully with tasteful instead of trashy makeup. But still, looking like a slut was enormously embarassing. And embarassment pretty much immediately lead to arousal.

"Oh... oh god." Swallowing hard as blood rushed into his face, cock and nipples simultaneously, Angie hung the pieces of string trying very hard to be a bikini on a hook and began to undress, stiff dicklet and fat nipples brushing against his clothing, the sensation making him moan softly. "What... what even is my life..."

Arousing and sexually supercharged, apparently. The blushing sexpot looking back at him from the mirror was proof of that, his fiercely erect nipples definitely outsizing his little boyclit as it twitched and trembled on top of his smooth, hairless balls, both nestled between thick, soft thighs that made both appear even smaller. Angie's ass puckered and gaped as the femboy realized with a gasp his own reflection was arousing him almost as much as the embarassment did. It was enough to make his head swim, particularly since Angie still considered himself to be male. Just male with a spectacular rack and a massive ass and thighs.

And soon, male wearing a seriously slutty bikini. It actually was worse than he'd expected from seeing it on the hanger - the strings dug into his soft skin, accentuating the sheer size of his assets, and the poor excuses for bikini cups and bottoms struggled to cover his areolas and genitals. Of course, the erect state of his nipples and tiny little boyclit was at least partly to blame, but even with all three of these soft, Angie would be basically naked in this bikini. Which was, of course, embarassing. And had predictable effects.

"Was that a moan, Angie? Are you enjoying your... self?" Janet had stuck her head into the changing booth at the low mewl Angie hadn't been able to suppress, and the sight before her left her speechless. For the first time since their new relationship dynamic had begun. "Oh my god. Angie, you..."

Stepping into the booth, Janet wasted no time and hugged her femboy pet from behind, resting her chin on top of his head - and her throbbing bulge between his enormous ass cheeks. Since the bikini bottom was basically a g-string, that meant Angie could feel the pulsing immensity of Janet's cocks against his asshole rather directly, only separated by the fabric of his cousin's pants. As he pushed back against Janet, the femboy's breathing deepened, blush growing even fiercer as he realized the inevitability of the situation.

"Looks like you have a hold on me as well, Angie." Murmuring softly, Janet ground her double-dick bulge against Angie's behind. "You're addicted to my cock, and me... I can't resist that fat fucking ass of yours. Or these goddamn cow tits!"

Grabbing said oversized assets, Janet hefted what was decidedly more than two handfuls of boob and jiggled them, Angie's nipples pretty much immediately slipping out of what passed for cups on this bikini, moaning as his buzzing pleasure buds bounced in the air. Slapping her cousin's breasts together and staring at the waves of titflesh this produced, Janet listened to the soft claps and bit her lips - and Angie could see all her reactions in the mirror, his own jaw slack and his eyes falling closed partway. Knowing what his body did to Janet... it made his heart thunder in his chest, mind reeling and dizzy.

"I don't care what they say if they catch us..." Janet's breath tickled Angie's ear as she took one hand off of his boobs to open her fly and push down her pants, gently nibbling on the femboy's earlobe to elicit soft gasps from him - which were echoed by a louder one as Angie felt his cousin's freed cocks slap against his taint and asshole. "I don't give a shit if they ban us. I fucking need you, cockslut. Right. Fucking. Now."

The primal need in his cousin's growls made Angie shiver lustfully, but not as much as the sensations of her fingers against the fat globe of his ass as she pushed the string of his bikini bottoms aside, wasting no time to push one of her dicks inside, with the other sandwiched between Angie's soft cheeks. The rising moan as the femboy eagerly and effortlessly took in every last inch was quickly muffled by Janet's free hand holding Angie's mouth closed, forcing him to breathe through his nose.

"Isn't this exciting, cockslut? You gotta be quiet, but you can't!" Slow, powerful strokes rocked Angie's entire body, making him stumble forwards until his globular tits were pressed against the mirror, cheek mushed against Janet's hand where her knuckles were the only thing separating it from the cool glass, his cousin's other hand now holding his waist. "You have to scream and squeal and moan because of my fat cocks, and if I take my hand away, they'll hear you, they'll come in here and see you, ass naked and filled with dick! Your fucking udders on full display! And even then, you couldn't stop shaking your ass on my cocks. Am I wrong, cockslut? Am I?"

"Mmmfh~..." Eyes rolling up, hands pressing against the mirror, lips curling into a smile behind Janet's palm, Angie could only shake his head slightly, hot breaths fogging the mirror as they blasted from his nose, and he couldn't tell if it was because of lack of air or because of what Janet was doing to his ass. "Mmuh-mmh~..."

"Of course not, my little fucktoy." Breathing labored, Janet ground out the words between thrusts, voice low and filled with lust. "I could order you to fuck right in the middle of main street and you'd be on all fours, ass raised and ready, within seconds. You're my... helpless... sex-crazed... little slut. And you love it!"

"MMmmghguhg!" Nodding as vigorously as he could with Janet still holding his mouth closed, Angie angled his hips and thrust back against Janet, feeling the head of the cock inside him grind against his prostate again and again, forcing spurts of pre from his boyclit and against the mirror while the massive shaft lodged between his ass cheeks drooled pre onto his skin.

"And I love you for it, Angie. For you letting me mold you into my perfect sex doll, and for letting me continue to do it." Janet was speeding up her thrusts now, cocks swollen and throbbing against Angie's skin and inside his asshole. Clearly, the venue was wreaking havoc on her self-control. "And for always letting me fuck you. Wherever. Whenever. For letting me tease and torment you. And enjoying it!"

"Ghmmfgh!" Trembling and twitching, Janet's last statement barely processed, Angie squirted and gushed, orgasm going on and on as his overtaxed boyclit was **** to accommodate amounts of jizz that were far to high for its size, despite his shrunken nuts. "Mmmgh! Mmfh!"

"Oh fuck, cockslut! We gotta do this again," Janet gasped, pounding her femboy cousin's ass with rapid jabs. "You're tighter than ever, you're milking me so much, I can barely pull back out again, your ass won't let go--ooonnngh~!"

Babbling and gasping and finally groaning deeply, Janet let loose inside her shuddering fucktoy and all over his back, cum blasting out from between his enormous ass cheeks and into his intestines, painting him white inside and out. The hot, sticky cream only enhanced Angie's ongoing climax, eyes almost fully closed and body limp, hands falling from where he'd been pressing them against the glass of the mirror, body only held up by Janet's arms and cocks.

"Look, Angie. Look at that." When Angie's orgasm-induced delirium ended, he found himself sitting on his cousin's lap, leaning back against Janet, with her in turn sitting on the bench inside the changing booth - cock's still lodged in Angie's ass respectively between his buttcheeks. "Doesn't that look nice?"Following Janet's pointing finger, brain still very much mush, Angie took a bit to understand what he was seeing - but when he did, he squeaked in embarassment and hid his reddening face behind his hands. There, on the mirror, was some rather obvious evidnece of what they'd been doing. His hands, his tits, his face, all had left smears on the glass that left little to the imagination, not in combination with the streaks of cum his dicklet hat left further down. Whoever used the booth next would know.

"Oh. Oh god..." Feeling Janet twitch inside him, Angie reflexively clenched, making his cousin groan and himself mewl softly. "Oh god..."

"Yep." Nibbling on his earlobe once more, Janet nevertheless stood up and began to pull her cock out of the femboy's tight sphincter. "Which is why it's best if we make our exit. And Angie?"

"Y-yea--ungh!" With a wet squelch Janet's swollen glans finally popped out, making Angie squeak embarassingly. "Yeah?"

"Don't change out of the bikini. We're going straight to the beach, with your ass leaking cum or not. So you best tighten up."