Of course!

The little blue heart emoji beside her last text shimmers on the screen, and I smile. She does that, sometimes, sends a text that someone could mistake for being curt, then corrects herself. I wasn't offended by just being ordered to come, though.

She's simply sensitive about those kinds of things, wanting to be certain she doesn't hurt anyone's feelings. It's one of the things I've always loved about her, part of what makes me love her and even made me eagerly want to volunteer to do this.

Emerging from my room, I take a few minutes to say goodbye to everyone before collecting my clothes and walking out of the front door with them. Our small patch of land is surrounded by neighbourhood standard, very tall, white picket fence.

I put my clothes only once I reach the gate, dusting them off before opening the gate and slipping out. I can't very well be walking around the neighbourhood bare nude, but I'm forbidden to wear them inside, so I can only dress here in the yard.

Once I hit the sidewalk, I turn and head in the direction of Amy's house. Two blocks and a couple crosswalks, and then it'll just be slipping through the Goodheart family's front gate. I take a deep breath as I pause, looking up at the sunlit skies.

It is a beautiful morning, and I won't deny being curious about the progress. I have a feeling she'll be honest with me on it, since we've known each other a long time. She didn't have to tell me the reprogramming would be for sex. She decided to.

I decide that, when we talk, I will be direct, and ask for her to tell me more. I have a feeling, now that the experiment is in progress, I will be more agreeable to the exact modifications she made to me, having experienced their positive elements.

The fresh air in my lungs is nice, but it puts perspective on the other scents I've experienced, this morning. I enjoyed the aromatic musk of my parents' cocks, of the twins' cocks. Somehow, that doesn't even strike me as a weird thing to notice.

As I walk, my mind wanders, appreciating the clouds, the sound of early morning birdsong. Once I reach my destination, I pull my phone out to send Amy a quick text. A moment later, she opens the gate, letting me in and taking me to her room.

“You probably have questions,” Amy says, before calling out into the house, “Dean, I'm going to be checking on my project for the next few minutes. Don't barge in and interrupt, okay?” There's a brief pause, then a loud grunt and a louder Yeah.

“Thanks!” she shouts back before she closes the door, and turns to me, leaning against it, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, letting her cock fall out. “Okay, faggot. Now we've got some privacy.” As soon as she calls me a faggot, I kneel fast.

I crawl to her on my hands and knees, and immediately lick the flaccid length of her fat cock. I smile up at her lovingly, as I do, and Amy smiles down at me. She strokes my hair gently with one hand, running her fingers through my hair, “Okay.”

“Before I check on your reprogramming, I want to hear your questions,” Amy says, “You deserve to know what's going on, faggot, so I promise to be honest. You promise not to freak out, no matter what those truthful answers are, though, okay?”

“I promise. I did volunteer, and I didn't press for more information after you told me it would be sexual,” I reply, nodding, kissing a trail down her cock as it hardens in front of me. She's always been trustworthy, so I have no reason to doubt her.

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