Just out of reach

Jesse strained against the natural limitations of his own body. Trying to will himself forward past the point his creaking spine just said he could not pass. Folded near in two… he was just. so. tantalisingly. close... to his goal. The young sissy’s tongue was lolling out to the absolute, aching end of its extension. He could feel it welling up with saliva as he stared at its target, which somehow seemed even more alluring… considering he owned it as well. Jesse had got quite used to the way his little heart fluttered at the mere prospect of pressing his lip-sticked lips against the swollen flesh of another these days. Whether it was all this education, the Algorithm’s cocktail of aphrodisiacs or the femboy’s own natural longing that instilled such a physical reaction. However, the idea of using his practiced talents upon his own meagre manhood was one that still seemed blushingly naughty to him… and, as yet, forever just out of reach.

All around him, the rest of Ms Julian’s ‘Flexibility’ class faced the same challenge… with varying degrees of success. Paired up into teams of two, with one attempting the stretch and the other supporting. Their young, submissive bodies were all likely a lot more supple than the average human due to the Algorithm’s tweaking with growth hormones and genetics. They were lighter and bendier by augmented design. Retaining much of that child-like ability to bounce back from rough treatment or uncomfortable positions that more mature and brittle bones might break under. But that didn’t mean their teenage bodies didn’t need to maintain some strict training regimens to accommodate this with some of the more adult traits they were blessed with, in order to be as useable as they could.

Jesse glanced up and down the lines of his classmates, little pangs of jealousy springing up where he spied others who had triumphed where he had not. Binita and several of the other more hermaphroditic girls seemed to have very little problem with the task at all, their black heels dancing in the air above as they contentedly suckled upon their own helmeted shafts. There was something of a tendency for those who had been born fundamentally female to be considerably… larger in that regard than those who might once have seen themselves as ‘boys’. An expectation of taste in their future owners, perhaps? Or the result of an unpredictability in the hormonal modifications required to grow what was desired of them. Matias was an olive-skinned, latino sissy though, and was gurgling away upon himself with an eagerness that put Jesse utterly to shame. Suzy, at least, also seemed to be struggling… though it would appear it was his lover’s melon-like chest pillows which were causing most of the issue. Jesse was entranced by the sight of his femboyfriend inadvertently titty-fucking himself as his current partner tried to use a bouncing rhythm to push his knees down either side of his ears.

The sissy from Home 23’s penis-less helper for the exercise was Franceska. The girl’s strong hands gripped into the milky flesh of his thighs and pushed down with a constant pressure. She was more than happy to just keep this technique going; slowly and gently increasing the distance he could fold himself between rest periods over the course of the session. To be honest, his friend seemed more interested in the dish she was making out of him than the one she was supposed to be helping him achieve. She buried her tongue in Jesse’s asshole time and time again, swirling it around the puckered star like there was nothing more delicious in this world or the next. The femboy wasn’t going to complain… the sensations she was bringing him were utterly divine, and they certainly helped keep his lower half stretched out to the furthest it could reach too. He’d just never yet found anyone so enthusiastic about that particular activity. He washed every morning, obviously. The communal Home showers had nozzles specifically provided for that purpose, but still felt more than a little self-conscious about it.

With a gasping moan, he came all over his own face. It was the second time it had happened that lesson… Fran’s attentions were just too overwhelming. The salty taste of his own seed splattered across his tongue, but several ribbons also spurted out across his cheeks and hair. There was something particularly embarrassing about being coated in your own spunk at the end of a long, school day… Yet they had been instructed not to clean up if it happened. A small punishment for failing to secure the load where it belonged: in his gullet. It seemed like another slimy and dripping maglev trip home lay ahead of him. Jesse could imagine the giggles and stares already.