Titjob

“Gotta be a titjob right? I mean what is sexier than a girl letting a guy fuck her tits and then cum all over her face?” Even being inside of his head and knowing what he was going to say, it somehow managed to surprise PK.

‘Damn, you watch too much porn I think. But, tit fucking it is!’ DJ’s body moved over to a pile of clothes and pulled out a tiny white t-shirt. Slipping it over his head, DJ didn’t realize quite how tiny it was till it didn’t even come all the way down his breasts.

“Really? Is this even gonna be legal?” The idea of people seeing him in this made a shudder run down his spine. Thinking of all the people at school seeing his breasts on display like that left him slightly breathless, as his nipples started to poke through the thin fabric.

‘Me think he doth protest too much.’ PK **** DJ’s hands to slip down into a different pile of clothes and pull out a tiny scrap of denim. Only after opening it up and stepping into it, did DJ realize just what it was. The tiniest pair of white daisy dukes he had ever seen.

As they slipped up over his rather rotund gluteus, he was almost happy for the cage and panties as they kept his dick safe from the tiny zipper in the front. Feeling like something was wrong, DJ’s long nailed hands slipped to the sides of his shorts and fished out the straps of his thong. Pulling them up so everyone could tell what kind of panties he had on, he suddenly felt much more comfortable.

‘Wow, I don’t even think I did that. You sure you don’t want this?’ PK’s voice was teasing as she **** his body over to collect the last piece of his outfit. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled on the ankle strap leopard print platform heels.

“Damn, I look like a hoe.” DJ’s voice slipped out of his pink painted lips as he stood up in the tall heels. Moving towards the door, his hands reached out and wrapped around what he thought was his sister’s wallet. Only to realize it was actually her entire purse.

Stepping out of his sister’s room, DJ paused and looked around the house for a moment. His mind fought with itself as he tried to figure out how he felt about the situation. “Will people know it is me?” The question itself was telling, and he knew it. Someone who didn’t want this would fight against it. They would beg and plead. Instead, he wanted to know if he would get away with it.

‘In this world DJ, this is you. So will they know it is you? Sure, will they care? Nope. And when it is all over, if you go back, no one will remember.’ DJ was so happy to hear that no one would know or care that he somehow missed the word if in that statement.

“Well then, wanna go sneak into a highschool?” He giggled as he began to strut out of the house.