Pretty

DJ’s face flashed into a smile that he didn’t feel on the inside. He could feel his mind fighting with the feelings of his body as he made his way down the walkway towards the street. Each click and clack of the thigh high stiletto boots on the pavement chipped against his masculinity as he felt his heavy breasts bouncing up and down, the large nipples rubbing against the sweater. Sadly for DJ, but happily for the rest of us, his breasts weren’t the only thing that bounced and swayed with each stride. The globes of DJ’s ass wobbled along as he approached the parked bike.

Jason grinned as he pulled off his helmet to address DJ. “Damn bro, I know you said you had this handled, but I did not expect you to go full Becca slut gear. Or is that Kenzie’s stuff?”

DJ’s artificially practiced strut failed him as he realized two things. The first was that in this situation, he had apparently promised to become Jason’s date. The second was that Jason was suddenly way more attractive to him than he should have been. Catching himself quickly, he took a deep breath before responding. Jason’s eyes dropped down to watch the swelling melons under the sweater as they rose and fell. “Dude, why are you making this weird? You asked me to be believable. What did you want from me? A mumu or something?”

Jason’s body shook as he laughed soundlessly. “Nah, truth be told, you look fucking hot.” DJ’s cheeks flushed with pride at the compliment. He could feel heat begin to radiate from under the tiny skin tight daisy dukes that half of his ass was hanging out of. Tearing his eyes away from the dreamy orbs of his best friend, he **** his gaze down towards the ground, only for it to stop half way there. While Jason wasn’t wearing skinny jeans, he certainly wasn’t in a baggy pair. The reason the feminized boy’s eyes had stopped was the clearly forming hardon that was beginning to show in Jason’s pants. His jaw dropped open at the obvious size of the member. He could feel his own normal sized cock swelling itself within his tiny shorts.

Suddenly embarrassed at the state of them both, DJ reached out and snagged the spare helmet. Thankful that Jason had a bucket helmet instead of a full faced helmet, he was able to pull it on without messing up his hair too much or pulling out his large hoop earrings. Jason, sensing that perhaps there was a bit of tension in the air, kept quiet as DJ walked up and swung his long leg over the back of the bike. Never having ridden a motorcycle before, DJ was unaware of just how close the sport bike would put his body against Jason’s.

Jason reached back and collected the white purse and stashed it in a saddlebag alongside his own backpack. “Ok, just hold on tight and put your feet on those pegs there.” Jason reached down and gripped both of DJ’s calves pulling them into the proper position. With his thighs spread around DJ’s back, his knees bent up, and the heels of his boot stuck onto the pegs, DJ’s hard cock was trapped between the vibration of the motorcycle and the small of Jason’s back. Leaning forward, DJ wrapped his hands around his friend’s waist. DJ’s rubbed up against the taut muscles of Jason’s stomach before he realized that he could probably find a better place for them. Slipping them down, he settled them onto his friend’s full grown and massive package.

Jason spoke up as he felt the weight settle in behind him. “So, do you wanna go to school and go prom shopping after? Or do you wanna ditch class, go shopping now and then find something to do after?”