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All for Nona - Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2021-05-07 19:50:32 +0000 UTC11. Half a Rabbit’s Foot
Porter kept his eyes on the cute, sparkly bows on his Mary Janes. He had to lean forward just to see them past his poofed out petticoats, but the effort kept his focus away from the couple riding the elevator with him. They were having sex. Loud, enthusiastic, sweaty sex. It took all of Porter’s willpower not to look at them. Once upon a time he would have boldly watched a free show like this. He probably would have cheered and high-fived the couple. But that was the old, macho, testosterone-fueled jock he used to be. Right now the frail, little sissy only wanted to get off the elevator without catching a glimpse of another man’s dick. Failure meant reverting to a cock-craving, lisping, fluff-brained pansy.
And part of him wanted to let that happen.
Finally, the bell dinged and the doors slide open. Porter used his hands to shield his view as he hurried out. Behind him, the woman screamed in ecstasy and it took all his dwindling willpower not to turn around for a peek.
The ground floor lobby was much busier than Porter expected. Even with his hands up and his eyes down, he could not help but catch sight of the occasional bulge in a man’s pants. His resolve weakened with every step. When he reached the front doors he felt a moment of triumph, only to have it turn into desperate panic as he stepped out on to an even busier city sidewalk.
He was a helpless sissy-boy in a ruffled, cum-soaked, flower girl dress, with a magical maniac hunting him through a strange, trap filled world. And he was all alone. Thanks to his tantrum at the Unicorn’s office he turned his only ally into a mindless bimbo. Without Jaylee’s help he was as good as captured and he knew it.
Tears filled his eyes. Crying was becoming second nature. He was such a baby now that every time something went wrong he turned into a blubbering, tear-soaked mess. And a lot had gone wrong in the past two days. What began as an adventure to win back his ex-girlfriend and ditch her current boyfriend turned into a weekend of humiliation. Two days ago he was tall and built like the linebacker he used to be. Now he was a foot shorter and a hundred and fifty pounds lighter, with his hair done up in dolly curls and his skin as smooth, soft, and delicate as a little girl’s. He looked like a skinny teen girl in all ways but one – but even his once hefty penis was now so small and effeminate it could only be called a dicklet.
Porter heaved uncontrollably, his lips sputtering as he sighed. It seemed like all he could do now was to cover his face with his hands and cry.
“Aw, did you lose your dolly, little gurl?”
Porter did not have to see through his tear-filled eyes to know who was speaking.
“I-I’m not a g-gurl!” he muttered. “I thought you h-had to be s-somewhere else, C-Camilla!”
The woman looked down at him with a mocking smile. Porter hated her, but he could not help but admire her incredible new body. Her full, gravity defying breasts jutted out like sexy torpedoes, her waist was waspish, and her hips flared like hills of lust with a firm bubble butt in the back. The rest of her was equally perfect: supple limbs, toned muscles, and hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a purple waterfall framing a beautiful chocolate colored face.
His dicklet was as hard as roll of breath mints. And half as long.
“I finished my chores for the morning and I’m heading back to my car,” said Camilla. “Want a lift?”
“No!” said Porter. He pointed his chin away only to notice a man passing by in skin tight leather pants. The sissy’s mind began to melt at the sight.
“Uh, wait!” he cried. “Yes! C-can I have a ride? Please?”
Camilla’s full, perfect lips stretched into a wide smile.
A few minutes later they were driving out of the parking area and back in traffic.
“So, I take it by your, well, this,” Camilla waved a hand at Porter while looking at him in the rear view mirror. “That you didn’t get a wish, after all.”
Porter pouted and sunk lower into his booster seat.
“I got a wish,” he said.
“What? Don’t tell me Ms. Shemale-of-the-Year double crossed you?” said Camilla. “I thought Jaylen was a model citizen!”
“He, uh, she, um…Jaylee didn’t double cross me,” said Porter. “I went first, a-and I, um, I-I turned him into a dumb bimbo.”
“No!” said Camilla.
She laughed so hard that she nearly hit a parked car.
“Whoops! I’m sorry,” she said, “but that’s pretty funny. I mean, I could tell he was a smart guy, but in this place you’re usually happier if you just embrace the sexy. Wait a second, did he still make a wish for you?”
“Y-yes,” said Porter. “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”
The drive continued for several minutes before either spoke again. The strange city silently passed by, with its unfamiliar buildings and pedestrians that looked like attendees at a fetish convention. Soon, the tall towers were replaced by three-story buildings, and then even they were left behind. The view beyond the road became filled with rolling hills.
“H-hey!” Porter said at last. “Where are we going!”
Fear washed over the little sissy when it occurred to him that his helpful enemy might be turning him in.
“Don’t worry, sugarplum!” said Camilla. “An old acquaintance of mine asked for a favor. And it involves you. It’s not that far.”
The fields they passed turned into farmland, with cows and crops and long wooden fences. Soon, Camilla turned off on a dirt road, and after trundling along for a few minutes she parked next to a barn.
“Get out.”
Porter gave a wide eyed stare into the mirror where Camilla smiled back at him. He hesitantly opened the door and set a glossy shoed foot down on the muddy ground. Could Camilla be handing him over to the Rubbers, after all? Or was she selling him to pimps, or slavers, or worse?
“Hey Port!”
Porter knew the voice instantly. He twirled around, giddy with relief as he saw a familiar antlered rabbit-man walking out of the barn. After a short, muddy prance, the little sissy swooned into the swashbuckler’s arms.
“Hump! Oh, Hump, you’re okay!” said Porter.
He squeezed the big, blue-furred man with all the might his tiny muscles had.
“Hey, easy there, buddy!” said Hump. “I’m fine. It’ll take more than a couple of Rubbers to stick it to me.”
“You owe me, rabbit,” said Camilla, still sitting in her car.
“I’m good for it, Cam,” said Hump. “And thanks.”
“Ta-ta, curly-cue!” Camilla waved out the window as she drove off.
“You look like you could use some food and a change of clothes,” said Hump. “I’m done out here, so let’s head over to the house.”
They walked across the muddy ground to a nearby ranch house. Porter slipped once along the way, but Hump’s swift hand kept him upright. They entered the house hand-in-hand, with Porter’s heart fluttering.
“Go ahead and wash up in the bathroom and I’ll make some lunch.”
Hump directed his little guest down a hall, kicked off his boots, and headed into the kitchen. Porter pried off his mud-slick shoes and padded away. A warm, cuddly feeling tickled his insides. He trusted Hump, and he felt safe with him, but he felt something else, too. Seeing the big, goofy, rabbit pirate again made him feel…protected?...excited?...wanted? Wanted? That was ridiculous! The bartender was a nice guy, and very helpful, but he never acted like he wanted Porter for anything! And even if he was really nice and big and strong, he was a dude! Porter might be stuck as a sissy until he got out of here, and Jaylee’s wish might make him act queer at the sight of a dick, but he was still a man, deep down inside! A straightman!
Porter slide off the outer layer of his puffy white dress and laid it on a hamper in the bathroom. Next, he fought off his petticoats and rolled down his muddy stockings. Lastly, he pulled off his undershirt and stepped out of his ruffled, white panties. He paused as he reached for the shower handle. It was a full bath, with a deep tub. He normally took showers, but he had not seen a bathtub like this since he was a kid. Why not enjoy it?
While the tub filled Porter got some shampoo out of the sink cabinet. A big, pink bottle of bubble bath sat next to it. The bottle had a picture of a teddy bear. It was obviously intended for children. Porter looked at his muddy ankles and the crusty, dried cum on his thighs and belly. Who cared if bubble baths were for kids? The extra soap would help clean him up.
Minutes later, Porter shut off the water and slowly dipped a dirty toe into the steaming, bubbly tub. It was heavenly. With both feet inside, he eased himself down through the cloud of foamy bubbles and into the warm, silky water. His bottom never felt so nice. He took a washcloth and wiped away the dirt and sperm, while the heat and fragrant bubbles made him feel like he was in a lover’s embrace. He could feel his tiny penis harden underwater.
“Heehee, ready to go again, buddy?” he said to his dicklet.
The little sissy dunked his curly blond head in the water and then lay back on the tub with eyes closed. His right hand slid along his smooth hip, making a lazy path across his belly and down to his puny prick. He imagined the last time he fucked Nona. Of all the girls he had known, Nona was still the best. She was so sexy, so tight. And so insatiable! For all her smarts, when she was in the sack she was a depraved sex fiend. Any hole was fair game. Porter stroked his rock hard two inches as he remembered the feeling of Nona’s asshole around it. She would scream how much she loved his big cock as he pounded her over and over.
Porter’s index finger and thumb rubbed his pecker faster now. He never knew a girl that loved anal as much as Nona, and the memory of their last time together was still vivid in his mind. Most girls took a lot of coaxing to try anal, but they always loved it…in the end. Porter’s left hand was squeezing his own little bottom now. As he felt his smooth cheeks his mind wandered to when Camilla rubbed his sphincter. He hated how she dominated him – but those fingers! He tiptoed his own fingers down along his ass. Girls loved anal, eventually. Was it wrong if he liked it a little, too? His middle finger was probing the rim of his asshole now, while his right kept working his dicklet. It was bliss. He felt the cum rising, almost ready to spurt out.
“Hey, buddy, you okay in there?” said Hump from outside the door.
Porter’s arms splashed to his sides and he sprung up in surprise. Startled and suddenly ashamed, and without touching himself he came uncontrollably. The ecstasy of a normal orgasm was denied, and he felt detached from the satisfying conclusion he wanted. Peanut-sized marbles of cum floated to the surface of the water. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at glistening cumdrops. He was more horny now than ever.
“Port, you okay?” Hump said again. “I can come in if-“
“No!” Porter’s voice squeeked. “N-no, I’m okay! Be right out!”
“Oh, okay,” said Hump. “Then I’m just going to crack the door so I can give you some clean clothes.”
Hump’s fuzzy hand appeared with a small bundle of clothes. Porter hid behind a pile of bubbles until the hand disappeared again. Then he quickly toweled off so he could inspect his new outfit. He gingerly lifted it up.
“So cute!” he whispered with a smile. “I-I mean, why did he have to give me something so g-girly?”
He frowned at the baby blue summer dress with white stockings and teddy bear panties, but he knew it was a forced frown. Porter could not help but to like the pretty clothes. He eagerly slipped on the panties and dress. Then his grumbling tummy reminded him that it was lunchtime, so he tucked the stockings into a pocket and quickly pranced into the kitchen.
“Feeling better?” Hump asked. “I hope the dress fit, I had to guess your size.”
He stood behind an island counter where two plates were set with sandwiches and potato chips.
“Oh, it’s great, thanks,” said Porter.
He tucked into the ham and cheese like his old self again, taking big, hungry bites. But his little body filled up much faster than it used to, and he was left staring at more than half an uneaten sandwich. His host noticed and set his own meal aside.
“Don’t like it?” he asked.
“N-no! It’s great!” said Porter. “I’m full. You go on.”
Hump smiled and took another bite. Porter set his chin on his hands and smiled back. The tingling feeling in his stomach returned. Why did he keep acting like a lovesick puppy? He was still a grown man, deep inside, even if this horrible world made him look and act like a little girl. Sure, Hump was the nicest guy he met here, but he was still a dude. And dudes do not get lost in other dudes deep, dark, dreamy eyes.
Porter’s thoughts drifted away as he watched his host. When Hump returned his gaze his cheeks grew hot. He immediately turned his fluttering eyes away.
“Um, uh, w-what d-do we do now?” said Porter.
His host cleared the dishes and walked into the adjacent room.
“C’mere,” he said, “I’ll show you.”
They sat on a couch in a cozy living room and Hump turned on the television.
“Yeah, here it is,” said the jackalope.
He put on a recording of a news reporter with enormous breasts overflowing from her negligee that stood outside the entrance to a skyscraper.
“…tomorrow night’s gala event to be held here, at the Queen’s Tower,” she said. “Lady Nona will reveal this season’s newest products, and, of course, attendees will get a chance to serve her in person during the following orgy. I’m Harold Estevez for News Climax. Alright, cut, I need to get milked…”
Hump shut off the video, and gave his little guest a serious look.
“That’s how you get home,” he said. “It’s the same night that her private portal to the real world opens. The orgy will keep Nona occupied while we sneak you into her penthouse. Then we find the portal, wait for it to activate, and get you through it.”
“Really?” said Porter. “You’ll help me do that?”
Tears of joy filled his eyes. Without a second thought, he threw his arms around Hump’s neck and happily hugged him. With their bodies still pressed together, he planted a joyful kiss on the rabbit man’s lips. By the time he realized what he was doing, Porter felt Hump’s crotch tenting underneath him. Summoning all his willpower, he pushed away from the hunky hare.
“Oh!” gasped Porter. “Um, s-sorry! I s-shouldn’t have…”
But it was too late.
Hump’s penis was fighting against the fabric of his pants now. He gave Porter a shy, apologetic look and stood up, but that only put his growing bulge directly in front of Porter’s face. The outline of Hump’s cockhead was painfully visible, and the sight of it flipped the sissy switch that Jaylee’s wish had created.
“OOOhh! A nithe, big penith!” sang Porter. “Can I pweath pway with it, Humpy? Pweath?”
Hump was trying to make his escape when the girlish guest grabbed him by the belt.
“Uh, hey, Port,” said Hump, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, you’re very cute and all, but…”
“You think I’m cute!” cheered Porter, still gripping the belt. “I think you are too! And I weally want to thee your peepee!”
Porter’s hands slid down to fondle the hard lump in Hump’s pants. His slender fingers caressed the dick’s outline, paying extra attention to the head. Hump shivered.
“Uh, look, I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he said, “but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to stop myself!”
“Thtop?” said Porter. “Don’t you want to pway with me?”
He pouted, looking up with sad puppy eyes while his hands continued to slide along the rigid bulge. The jackalope looked down with heartfelt compassion and growing lust. Unable to resist any longer, he lifted the frail sissy up and gave him a passionate kiss. The butterflies in Porter’s tummy exploded. At last, the struggle in his mind unraveled, and for the first time since his transformation began he felt at one with himself. He was a sissy, inside and out, and a man wanted him.
“Can I thee it now?” he asked.
Hump held Porter by his butt with one hand while he unstrapped his belt with the other. The sissy squealed with glee. When he was down on the ground again Porter clapped his hands for the free standing penis.
“Oh! I wuv it, I wuv it!”said Porter. “It’s perfect!”
Too short to kneel and still reach it, Porter bent over to kiss the throbbing cock. Like the rest of Hump, his thick, six inch dick was grayish blue, but there was no fuzz on it. Aside from its color, it looked like a normal, human penis. The dick on his lips was shorter than Porter’s used to be, but compared to his current clitty it was gigantic. He licked the tip and kissed it again and again, giggling the whole time. Hump moaned as he stroked Porter’s curly, golden hair.
“Mmph! Thith ith tho tathty!” said Porter. “It’th wike a wawipop!”
As if to make his point, Porter dragged the tip of his little pink tongue all around the gray cockhead, coating it in his saliva. When it touched the first drops of precum his eyes grew wide with astonishment. He had never tasted anything so wonderful in his life! He licked and licked the weeping slit, like a cat lapping milk. Hump breathing grew heavy. Then, unable to resist any longer, he lifted up the sissy and planted another passionate kiss.
While their tongues danced, Hump’s hands groped Porter’s small, round bottom. His fingers massaged the hand-sized mounds, and their nearness to the sissy’s anus made him tremble with pleasure. With Porter’s legs wrapped around him, Hump kicked off his pants and walked into the bedroom. He gently set his delicate dolly down on the bed and only separated their lips long enough to pull off Porter’s blue dress. They continued kissing on the bed, with hands in constant motion as they caressed each other’s body.
Porter nearly came on the spot when Hump’s strong fingers slipped under his panties to touch the tip of his hard dicklet. Somewhere deep in the sissy’s mind he still remembered his old, brash womanizing self, but he no longer fought his new feelings. For the first time in his life, it felt right being small and submissive. He wanted whatever his lover wanted, and right now his lover’s fingers were sliding between his panties to touch his asshole. Slick with precum from Porter’s clitty, Hump’s middle finger softly circled the edges of the forbidden hole. When the first knuckle finally entered, Porter gasped with pain and euphoria.
“Are you okay?” asked Hump.
“Yeth! Don’t thtop!” begged Porter.
Hump’s finger slowly pushed further in as the femboy grimaced, closing his eyes while tears squeezed out the sides. By the time the second knuckle entered, Porter only felt pleasure, but the tears did not stop flowing. Hump looked down at him with genuine concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.
Porter could only moan and nod his head as tears trailed down the sides of his cheeks. With that answer Hump began to curl his finger inside the hole, rubbing the walls ever so slowly. The sissy began to sway his hips, keeping time with his lover. Then, without warning, Porter’s dick shot out a single, white dollop as his whole body tensed in orgasmic pleasure. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. The waves of bliss seemed to last forever, but when it finally faded he could do nothing but sag limply onto the bed.
Hump carefully removed his finger and lay down next to his petite partner. He propped his own head with one hand and smiled at the angelic face framed in blond curls beside him. When Porter finally opened his eyes he looked down at his man’s throbbing six-inch boner.
“That wath wonderfew!” he said. “But you thtew haven’t cum!”
“It’s fine,” said Hump. “I’m just happy you did.”
“B-but, don’t you want to put it in my ath?” said Porter. “Don’t you wike me?”
New tears were forming in his eyes as he realized that the big, strong man next to him might not fuck his tiny asshole. Hump responded by pulling off his shirt and leaning down for a kiss. His chest had a tuft of dark hair, like the one on his head, but the rest of his body was covered in gray-blue fuzz. Porter reached up to run his fingers along the velvety abs. As unusual as his ears, antlers and face once seemed, the rest of Hump’s body looked like a romance novel hero. Porter had never been so turned on by another man’s body.
The jackalope turned around and reached into a nightstand. The sight of his muscular ass would have once disgusted Porter. Now it made his dicklet twitch. Hump returned with a bottle of lube which he used to prime his pulsing penis. Then he slid off Porter’s panties and smeared some of the liquid on his eager hole. Porter spread his legs, his heart fluttering wildly. Hump slid the sissy to the edge of the bed and lined up his slippery dick with the tight opening. When the bulbous head of Hump’s cock finally pressed against his ass, Porter could only cry. The moment was finally here. He would never be a man again.
Little by little, the gray cock pushed in. Compared to the fingers that had been there, this felt like a freight train. Porter gasped as the head made its way past his sphincter. Dribbles of cum poured freely from his limp clitty now. It was like his sissy juice needed to make room for a real man to be inside him. The dick in his ass continued to slide in, molding the warm tunnel around it into a cocksleeve. More cum dripped out of Porter, but the white goo had turned clear. The last of his manhood trickled out with his semen. How could he even call himself a man any longer?
She was a sissy gurl now.
Hump’s dick pushed further in, and Porter could feel the round head reshaping her inner walls. She blinked out more happy tears as she realized that her hole was becoming a custom-made pleasure zone. Soon it would be the shape of her lover’s cock. One last push and Hump was bottomed out. He gave the little femboy a moment to adjust to being filled before slowly pulling out again. The emptiness from the retreating cock left Porter relaxed and sad at the same time, but before the head was fully gone it began sliding back in again. The air in Porter’s lungs huffed out as the cock returned.
Hump bottomed out more quickly this time, giving Porter less time to rest before the next cycle. Soon he was no longer gently sliding in – he was thrusting into the tight sissy’s ass. Porter could only grunt now as each push left her breathless. Her legs began to wobble like noodles. They would have fallen loosely to the side if Hump was not gripping them under the knee. The thrusts became harder, faster. Tears no longer trickled from Porter’s eyes. She could do nothing now but limply take the pounding in her ass. Her whole world centered around her lover’s cock and the electric heat that radiated from it.
Thrust after thrust slammed into the sissy’s ass. She gave one last, loving look at Hump before her eyes rolled back. This is what a sissy was. This is what Porter was. A fuckdoll. A body made for her lover to enjoy. A warm glow filled her as she imagined getting pounded every day for the rest of her life by this amazing cock.
Hump’s breath grew ragged and his thrusts became stiffer. Porter recognized the signs of an approaching orgasm from the days when she was a man.
“Yeth! Do it!” she moaned. “Cum inthide my ath! I want it!”
If Hump had any misgivings before, they disappeared now. With a few final slams he exploded deep inside the little femboy. So tightly filled was Porter’s hole that the jism had nowhere to go but further up her bowels. She basked in the feeling of being engorged by a real man’s seed – by being bred by him! It was only natural.
Hump collapsed next to his fragile lover and cradled her face as he softly kissed her. Porter was exhausted, aching, and filled with cum, but more importantly, she felt loved. They cuddled together naked for a while, neither willing to let go or to fall asleep.
Some time later Porter slipped down to Hump’s crotch and gave his dick a kiss.
“Thank you tho much!” she said to the soft penis.
Then she turned to Hump.
“And thank you, too!” she said. “That wath the betht thex ever! And you know what? I’m not thad anymore. I’m happy that I’m a thithy. I’m a wittle thithy gurl that wuvs cock! And I want your cock motht of all! Can I thtay with you here? I don’t want to go back to being a big, thmelly man! I jutht want to thuck your peepee aw the time and be your girwy gurl.”
Hump raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure?”
