Anal

“Anal.” DJ blurted out the answer before he could even think about why PK was asking or what that could possibly mean. As his mind caught up to his mouth he stopped and tried to walk it back. “I mean, like really consensual sex, where both parties love each other and are super into it. Yeah, that is the best way.”

‘Anal it is! I knew I loved this family.’ DJ’s body stood up and his mind was completely distracted by the feelings that came from his newly expanded bosom. The movement of standing up caused the breasts to bounce and move, perhaps not as much as a natural pair, but still more than he expected.

DJ’s body turned and looked around the room before it spotted the pile of clothes it wanted. Stepping up, he bent over at the waist, his breasts hanging down. With his feet shoulder width apart, he knew the figure he had to be cutting if anyone was to walk in and see him. His long nailed fingers dug through the clothes before finding what they were looking for.

Unzipping the latex top, his hands wrapped it around himself and struggled to match the zipper back up. Concerned that he would accidentally catch his nipple if he wasn’t careful, and not wanting to find out if the feeling of pain transferred as well as pleasure had, DJ slowly zipped it back up. The tightness of the top at least managed to squeeze his tits into a less bouncy situation.

Stepping into the tiny latex skirt, he shimmied it up over his hips. It was only once the skirt was in place that DJ realized that PK hadn’t been forcing this part on him. “God damnit.” Suddenly he understood that he would have to be very careful with assuming that she was forcing him to do something.

Stepping over to her actual closet, DJ opened it up and pulled out a pair of heels. They were a pair of red platform stiletto heels, basic stripper heels. Only instead of a red platform, the clear platform held roses in it. “Classy.” Sitting down on the bed he began to buckle them on.

‘Sarcasm doesn’t suit you. But a bikini would! Hmm, you think that’s what the people will ask for? Never mind.’ Standing up, DJ felt like he was wearing almost nothing at all, yet at the same time he felt like he had to be more careful with how he moved than ever before.

Finally stepping out of the mess that was his sister’s bedroom DJ stood there, trying to figure out what was next. ‘Well, that is easy. You need a dress, and you probably won’t have time to shop for one tomorrow, since you have work tonight and you need to see Jason after he gets out of school. So let’s go do that!’

And there it was, the last thing he wanted to hear. Reaching out and picking up the red latex purse that hung from the door handle, DJ’s body began to sway down the stairs in a confidant strut. Once he got to the bottom of the stairs, he looked over and noticed his sister’s phone sitting there. Picking it up, his fingers swiftly opened up the app and called a car to take him to the mall.

Stepping over to the kitchen, he picked up a long banana and stepped out the front door. Hearing it lock behind him, he winced. His high heeled feet clicked along the pavement as he walked out to the street and waited for the car to come pick him up.