Love between lusts

Jesse ate lunch with Fran and Lizzy, finally getting to sample the school's canteen. Of course, the place was fully automated and basically identical to the one in Home 23, aside from the considerably more expensive decor. They picked their options from an electronic menu set into their table and were informed when their tray was ready to collect. Of course everything would be laced with the same concoction of **** and hormones as they were allocated anywhere else. Jesse wondered if people had ever noticed a change in taste... As the algorithm stepped in and began fiddling with their genetics to eradicate disease, slow ageing and sculpt their bodies to its liking. He wondered if anyone stepped up to complain as unattractiveness was scoured from the universal face of humanity at the same time cancer was banished from its lungs and skin. Everyone kept telling him how pretty he was… but what on earth might he actually have looked like, without all these interventions?

The other two were still discussing Lizzy's homework analysis from the previous lesson. She had also caused quite a stir, in her own way. Though Jesse had been distracted by his attempts to slyly reach out to Suzy through the femboy's wall of distraught re-evaluation.

"Even Silvertongue said it was one of the biggest he'd ever seen!" Exclaimed Fran, caught somewhere between impressed and disbelieving. "What on earth made you try and fit that in your mouth?!"

Lizzy's attempt had also scored pretty low on the fellatic league table, though above that troubling 'F' grade. However it had been immediately evident why: The penis she had chosen to dine on had barely fit within her collar's full diameter, not to mention its recording parameters. Watching the animated diagram of her little face trying to accommodate that monster had been a lesson in perseverance in and of itself.

"Well he is my boyfriend…" Blushed the round-faced girl. "I would have felt really bad if I'd had to go find someone else…"

"Boyfriend…?" Echoed Franceska, rolling the word around her mouth as if uncertain she could really taste it. There was a word you didn't really hear spoken by Home kids beyond a certain age. Notions of romance and fidelity kinda seemed childish and pointless when a lifetime of sexual servitude was looming. "I thought you were being bought up by some big-shot who owns your Home?"

Her diminutive friend didn't seem to see the connection between this and her previous statement. "Well, yeah… but Marcel isn't anything to do with that. He's just a boy from the floor above, in his second year of training to be a security stud."

She looked at the other's stunned faces and seemed to decide what was needed was more explanation of his job role.

"He's really quiet and sweet. He has to spend all day following these rich girls around, carrying their stuff and making sure they're safe. He doesn't really do much sex stuff… except when they think it'll be funny to pay for him to fuck someone and watch. He says he always feels really bad because his… thing is so big and they always pick someone it looks like it'll hurt. But he's got to do what they say…"

Jesse knew exactly the sort of girl's that were being described. You saw them prancing through town sometimes, gawking at all those who hadn't been claimed as heirs to one fortune or another and laughing manically at whatever cruel tricks they could come up with. The fact that most had simply been adopted arbitrarily by a parent in search of a legacy, rather than thrown into the system with everyone else… only seemed to make them more determined to create the division themselves. It was something that underpinned Jesse's thoughts on Suzy, as well. He seemed different… but there was pride and potential there… and he'd asked his 'Daddy' to buy Jesse.

He looked up just in time to see the other sissy himself returning from his working detention out on the streets...