Preemptively Go to Amy's House

Returning to my room, it doesn't occur to me to consider it the slightest bit odd that my family's eating normal food, even while I'm being fed only cum — theirs, and even my own. I go to my dresser and pick out something simple to wear, today.

Short shorts, a pair of nice boxer-briefs, a sleeveless shirt, ankle socks and a pair of sneakers, seems reasonable under the current circumstances. I don't put them on right away, knowing I'm not allowed, and simply carry them to the front door.

“Hey, I'm gonna head over to Amy's house, since she has to register me this morning,” I call, “Might hang out with Amy or some friends or something, too. I'll probably be back in time for dinner, but I'll call if something happens that delays me.”

“Okay, faggot,” Mom replies, smiling at me, and I smile back as she calls me that, “If you're back in time for lunch, we'll be sure to feed you. Make sure your friends feed you if you're out and about.” I nod, then quietly step through the front door.

I take a moment to get dressed on the porch, and then head for Amy's house. It's a short walk, but if anyone I like is aware of what I am, now, I might end up being delayed if anyone sees me walking to her house and they want to make use of me.

Slipping through the front gate of the fence around our property, I put my hands in my pockets and start walking toward Amy's house. Two blocks has never felt like a particularly long walk, but I could end up spending more time on my knees.

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