A gift in the rear

“I asked Daddy about what you said yesterday… about whether I’m a ‘he’ or a ‘she’.” Suzy had slung his elbow through Jesse's as they walked along, two short-skirted sissies on their way to cock-sucking class. The perky-breasted blonde swung there merrily, chatting away. "He said: 'Whichever they want you to be, you're just a toy' ...Isn't that sweet! So you can just pick which you'd prefer me to be."

There was no cynicism in the pig-tailed marvel's spirited tones. No awareness that others might think of being called 'just a toy' as utter debasement. He was a toy… directly cast into a plastic shape and mind by one man who claimed to be his own father. But then, Jesse looked down at his own dressed-up and hormone-altered form. Were any of them any different?

"He says he'd like to meet you all, someday. Since I must have spent half the evening talking about each of you! The only way he could shut me up was by helping with my homework assignment…"

Jesse blushed as an image flashed up in his head of stuffing a large cock between those pouting lips, just to quiet the boy down for a bit. It did hold more than a little attraction, he had to admit. Something about such joyful innocence just begged to be defiled. The feel of those lips pressed against his own came back as well… and he could barely dare to look at his elbow-slung companion for a moment.

"Oooh! I also found these!" The golden-haired flurry interrupted himself. While also pulling them back to a standstill; mid-step. He dove into rummaging through his glittery handbag which, for such a sleek and stylish-looking thing, clearly contained half the world's cosmetics.

Triumphant, he emerged from these delvings holding two, large and neon-pink butt-plugs. Their flared ends were shaped to look like hearts and had 'together' and 'forever' printed on the bottom in elaborate styling.

"They're a matching pair! We could both put them in now, and know we were helping each other practice all day!"

Jesse was dumbfounded… He'd been rather looking forward to a day without having to sit at those hard, wooden desks with something shoved up his rectum. But then, there was no way of fighting that earnest look of helpfulness on Suzy's face. At least these ones looked to be made of silicon instead of cold, heavy metal. Sighing, he bent over and leaned on a nearby low wall, presenting his pantie-less behind to his new friend. Several bystanders stopped to watch as he felt the boy apply a generous amount of pocket-size lube to his sphincter, then carefully push the egg-shaped lump on in.

Of course, he then had to return the favour… which somehow seemed almost more embarrassing. Especially when Suzy gave off one of his particularly lewd moans as the damn thing slid into place and a small cheer came from somewhere behind them. Then they had to scurry off down the road in fear of being late. The shifting feeling of something churning up his insides once again punctuating Jesse’s every high-heeled step.