With those who truly love it

The food arrived at last, and began taking Jesse on a journey through flavours and textures he had never even believed possible. Each course came on its own small plate, beautifully arranged into a work of minimalist artistry. He almost feared to jab a fork in and ruin such painstaking attention to detail… except that the sizzling smells wafting up from them simply could not be denied. If this was what having a chef who was a little over-enthusiastic about her kitchen appliances brought, he could see why it was worth the issue. You could practically taste the sordid delight Cooky took in her work. The ever so slightly unsuitable love she had for food in general. Plate after plate came, and the sissy devoured them all… while trying desperately not to drop anything on his pretty, white dress. To this end, he found he needed a little guidance on which of the vast array of cutlery laid out before him were required for each dish. Yet, as he surreptitiously glanced around… he noted that the rich and capricious strangers that lined this table barely showed the miraculous food much interest at all. Some picked at it daintily while making eyes at each other’s pets and playthings. Some shovelled it in without really giving time for it to cross their tongues. The Doctor continued to scribble away over an untouched plate and the Lady opposite seemed to consist solely on a magically-refilling glass of wine and long and wisping e-cigarette; while whispering wicked somethings into their esteemed host’s ear. The slight smile and dry chuckles he offered from behind Suzy hinting that what was being shared might be at the expense of many of those further down the table.

Jesse couldn't understand how anyone could do these culinary marvels such discredit, no matter how often you might experience them. However, as the meal wore on, and the dishes just kept on coming… he began to realise just how much was being wasted. It was as if, instead of choosing… they were each just given the entire menu, and simply let lie anything they didn't particularly feel like. The robotic serving arrays would simply sweep away whatever was left and place a new and pristine plate in its wake. Leaving Jesse to wonder what happened to all that protein and starch being turned aside and thinking of the filling, but clearly reconstituted and 3D printed meals he got at Home. Would it be such a surprise to find out the algorithm was able to sort and recycle leftovers into its institutionalised feeding systems? And for that matter, how on earth did it regulate the hormones going into these people if it didn't particularly know what they were and weren't eating? Did this food perhaps taste so much nicer to him simply because it wasn't laced with anything? Questions buzzed around the femboy's head as he began to feel more and more full, unwilling to join in with the wasteful behaviour at show… but also feeling like his little belly might swell up and burst if he went on much longer.

A brush against his leg brought Jesse out of such reverie, drawing his gaze down beneath the table to meet a pair of glinting, brown eyes. It was the cat-girl of Lady Francine's fancy, naked and purring. Unlike the dog-twins, this refined actress seemed to take her role much more seriously, having not uttered a single noise that might be considered human all afternoon. She gazed up at Jesse with an intelligence undeniable though, and the communication was clear. He picked up the drumstick of some bird smaller than a chicken from his plate and slipped it down to her, watching as she took it between delicate fingers and set to work stripping it bare with sharp teeth. The slutwife-to-be found himself imagining what it might be like to spend your life play-pretending as just an animal… immune to all the complications and politics that came part and parcel in any level of society. It didn’t sound so bad really, when you thought about it. The beautiful creature finished her morsel and set to ticklingly licking his fingers clean of sauce, begging for another. Jesse happily obliged, this time all of a sudden aching to have a pet of his own. Something loyal and alive to love and care for. There seemed the balance and knife edge on which he was caught… somewhere between master and mastered. Longing to love and be loved. It was a line he walked clumsily, on oh-so thin heels...

As pudding arrived, Suzy’s Daddy stood up. Jesse was horrified to see he had slipped himself straight on inside his ‘son’ again, and proceeded to fuck the teen across the table as he began to speak.

“Friends, allies, family! How lovely to see you all here!”

He punctuated each beat of his speech with a squelching thrust into Suzy’s rear end. Causing the strange, creamy blancmange in front of Jesse to wobble in equal rhythm.

“Now I know you all know it doesn’t take much for me to call a little celebration together… What is the point of society if not to be sociable with those you hold dear?”

The charismatic grin he shone out was strangely, tongue-in-cheek-ly endearing. As if it said: ‘yes I know you know I have other motives, and you do too… so let’s have a little fun while we’re all in on it’. Even Jesse could catch that fang-showing warmth, as the man so clearly used his friend as a prop to show off his at ease power.

“But this one was actually called to order by my dearest, little Suzy here… who I know you all adore. To celebrate his new friendship with Jesse: a cherry blossom just on the cusp of bearing fruit!”

The sissy suddenly felt all eyes cast in his direction, and wished there was anywhere at all he could hide inside himself or that so thin and flimsy see-through dress. He truly felt like fruit hung up on a branch, glistening above a host of hungry eyes and feeling his stalk beginning to fray.

“So can I ask you all to raise a glass and a cheer, to both our prettiest young playthings!”

A great cheer went up from all around, though possibly through the occasional sneer from the prouder owners of other challengers to ‘prettiest plaything’. Jesse truly did blossom redder than ever he had before. Yet all he could stare at was the array of gasping face that Suzy was continuing to make, being anally screwed quite casually in front of all these people. The other sissy looked happy… as if nothing about this situation troubled him in the slightest, and all his Daddy’s words were simply the unadulterated praise he grasped for. Once again, Jesse was not sure if he wanted to be jealous of, or pitying over… his dear friend’s surety of place in this world.