All for Nona - Chapter 8

8. Like a Horse

Porter’s erection was full and throbbing. The soft, fluffy pillow covering the lower half of his body tenderly tickled his nude skin, and the spot where the tip of his penis touched it grew damp. A few days ago Porter’s hardon would have been impossible to hide this way; his eight (and a half) inch meatstick would have poked a hole through the pillow. Now his rock hard two and a half inches did not even make a dent.

His delicate hand reached under the pillow. The silky fingers that touched his dick would have been welcome once, but the fact that they were Porter’s own only increased his humiliation. That, in turn, made his dicklet throb even more. He adjusted the tiny shaft to ease the friction between it and the pillow, and then quickly pulled his hand out. Touching it any more was sure to have a sticky ending. It was already a nightmare being a pathetic, weak little sissy – the last thing he wanted was to shoot his load in front of his archenemy and a rival.

“Is this a bridesmaid dress?” asked Jaylen. He held up a lemon yellow chiffon dress covered in gold sequins.

“Duh,” said Camilla. “I was in a wedding. Girls were losing their dresses all night.”

“And what’s this?” Jaylen asked, looking at the other bag on the floor.

Porter scooted to the edge of the bed to look. He could only spy white, gauzy material in the bag.

“This,” said Camilla, “is the flower girl’s!”

She reached in the bag and triumphantly pulled out a frilly silk dress with a thick petticoat.

“It’s for Pretty Potty.”

His newest pet name stung his ears, but the idea of wearing the white, girlish nightmare made Porter’s blood run cold.

“I-I-I can’t wear that!” he cried, “I-it’s, uh, it’s t-too big!”

It was true. The dress was clearly a larger adult size.

“Well, of course,” said Camilla, “didn’t you notice yet?”

Porter and Jaylen exchanged confused looks.

“Notice what?” Jaylen asked.

“There aren’t any children in the Nonagon!” she said. “This world might be debauched in every other way, but it has an eighteen or over restriction. Kids can’t enter. So the flower girl was forty-four.”

The boys looked more puzzled.

“Well, a forty-four year old adult baby diaper lover, to be precise!” said Camilla.

“Yeah, okay,” said Jaylen. “I need to take a leak. I guess I’ll put this on, too. At least it’ll cover my junk.”

Porter tried to ignore how hot that sounded in Jaylen’s new sultry voice. He had more difficulty not staring at his ass as he swayed out of the room.

“Now it’s your turn, little boi!” beamed Camilla.

Porter looked at the girl with dread.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she said.

“Why are you m-making me wear a d-dress?” said Porter. “It’s huge, anyway. I might as well wrap myself up in these sheets! Y-yeah, that’s it! I-I could make a t-toga—“

“—Nope,” Camilla cut in. She pulled Porter’s skinny ankles until his butt slid to the edge of the bed. Then she lifted the dress over him.

“You’re wearing this,” she said. “It’s cute, and you won’t draw any attention in it. How else can we get you gurls fixed?”

“F-fixed?” Terror radiated from Porter’s face.

“Oh, not like that!” said Camilla. “I’m taking you to the Unicorn to grant some wishes. He can fix anything, even your ‘little’ problems. Now put this on.”

Fear dissolved into a glimmer of hope. Porter timidly stood up, pillow still firmly held over his puny privates.

“Arms up, precious!” Camilla commanded. With a pout, Porter dropped the pillow and complied, giving the slightly taller girl a glimpse of his miniscule erection.

“Aww, isn’t she pretty!” Camilla mocked. “She’ll feel right at home in this!”

A second later Porter was wrapped in a world of white silk and lace. The dress seemed enormous, and he felt like he was falling through a bright, white tunnel, down, down into a frilly, gauzy doom.

After a few rough tugs, Porter’s head appeared out of the petticoated nightmare. His lower lip trembled. The dress fit him perfectly. At least he thought it did – the ruffled skirt that started just below his nipples was so puffy that his feet were out of sight.

“H-how?” he asked.

“How does it fit?” said Camilla. “It’s a Cinderellafit. The flower girl was not just a big baby about diapers. She complained so much at the tailor shop that they had to spend extra to make sure it would fit her perfectly, no matter how many bottles she had in her tummy before the ceremony.”

Instinctively, Porter gave a little twirl that sent the lacy crinoline spinning around him. He felt strangely giddy and could not help but to giggle when he finished. When he realized what he had just done his little hands flew to his mouth as though he was trying to shove the girly noise back inside.

“I see you like it!” said Camilla. “Good! Anyway, time for your pretty panties!”

The pink-haired girl held up a pair of white panties that looked like they were made of frills and bows. Porter gasped as the stronger girl pushed him back on the bed, sending his skinny legs up in the air. She quickly wrapped the panties over his feet and slid them down his smooth legs. When she reached his bottom she let out a giggle of her own.

“Oh, my!” she said, smiling at his finger-long erection. “She loves this so much she’s crying!”

Porter could not see anything past the crinkling petticoat, but he could feel the drops of precum dripping down his dicklet. He tried to push Camilla away, to keep even a shred of dignity by hiding his shameful, undersized stiffy, but she held him in place with just one hand.

“Nuh-uh!” she playfully scolded. “No getting away, yet! Potty’s pecker is just so happy she’s about to burst!”

The petite penis bobbed up and down, silently begging for attention. A steady trickle of clear liquid flowed from the tip. Porter hated how helpless he felt, pinned down by a little girl woman who barely even needed to try. He remembered his life as a strong, manly man, and he used that memory to flex every frail muscle in his body for one final effort at escape.

“Bad gurl! Bad!” said Camilla. She pressed down more firmly on Porter to keep him from squirming away. Then, with a devilish grin, she let go of the frilly underwear and reached her finger under the femboy’s bare, exposed bottom.

“I might have been nice if you were a good gurl! I might have even played with your little princess! But I guess you need some sissy lessons right now!”

Camilla spread Porter’s ass cheeks apart with her thumb and middle finger. A chill ran down his spine. He felt so small and weak, completely unable to resist even this tiny oppressor. He wiggled side to side in one last, pointless attempt at defiance. Then Camilla’s index finger traced along Porter’s sphincter and his body suddenly felt electrified. She brushed his asshole gently, just tracing its edges, but the growing sensation of bliss was overwhelming. Heat spread outward from Porter’s ass. He trembled, writhing in ecstasy from the merest touch of his forbidden hole. Stars filled his tightly shut eyes as he convulsed with the most intense orgasm of his life. It was not until minutes later that he became aware that Camilla had stopped and he was now wearing the panties.

“That was some quick shootin’, cowgurl!” laughed Camilla when Porter could finally focus again. “I didn’t even penetrate! Imagine when some big hunk sticks his rod up there; you might even shoot some real cum out of that clitty! Well, you’re dressed and Jay’s in the kitchen so let’s eat and get going.”

Camilla left, still giggling.

Porter sat up, face red with shame. He felt slippery stockings on his legs and hard shoes on his feet. His dick was soft and his panties were damp. He wished he could say he felt molested, but the truth was that he felt amazing. He shivered in the afterglow of his orgasm. Then he thought about what Camilla said and the picture formed in his mind. He saw the lower half of a man with tight, chiseled abs and a long, veiny dick bobbing behind him. In his imagination the man stepped closer, the purple head of his cock hovering a hair’s breadth over his anus. The image made Porter’s lower lip pucker and fat tears began to well up in his eyes. He rubbed them and began to cry. His mental porn show continued as he imagined the faceless hunk’s throbbing dick touching his needy hole. He could almost feel it – like his first kiss. His tears flowed freely now, as Porter reached a horrible realization: no matter how he tried to deny it, he wanted to feel that dick for real.

“B-but, I’m n-not gay!” Porter cried. “I d-don’t want a d-dick in my…”

But he could feel his clitty getting hard again, and he fell on the bed in a fit of sobs because it would not let him deny the truth.

Jaylen and Camilla were eating toast and scrambled eggs in the kitchen. Porter wiped his red eyes as he sat down with them. It took a moment to push down all the ruffled material from his silky dress so he could see the plate in front of him.

“Still sleepy?” Jaylen asked.

Porter did not answer. He concentrated on eating, which was harder than usual since his elbows barely reached the table. Even the added padding of his dress did not prop him up to a comfortable level. When he finally got a few mouthfuls of eggs and a sip of coffee, he looked up at his companions. He spoke with the voice of a scared little girl.

“I d-don’t want to be a s-sissy anymore. Can we go see the Unicorn now?”

Two minutes later they were on the street getting into Camilla’s sleek, black car.

“Lucky for you I have a booster seat, Potty!” said Camilla.

Still in fear of his little tormenter, Porter did not argue. Dejectedly, he climbed into the back and buckled himself into a purple toddler seat. Even as short as he was, he did not really need it, but he had to admit that it gave him a better view out the window. Up front Jaylen was having a hard time getting comfortable.

“Is big mama having trouble down there?” Camilla asked innocently as she eyed Jaylen’s bulge.

“I’m fine,” he sneered. “Can we go.”

From the back seat Porter could see Jaylen’s dick was starting to grow rigid under his tight yellow dress.

“Not until I take care of something,” said Camilla.

She slowly reached over to Jaylen, who drew back uncertainly. She put one small hand on his thigh and the fabric of Jaylen’s dress looked like it was stretched to the limit by his hardon. Camilla bent closer, her mouth so close to Jaylen’s cockhead that he could feel her warm breath on it. Then she reached down to the floor in front of him and put a finger on one of his high heels.

“Yellow” she said.

She reached over to touch the other shoe and said the same thing. With her hand on Jaylen’s inner thigh she pushed herself back upright. His cock was pulsing now, making the sequins on his dress twinkle like stars. Finally, with Camilla back in her own seat Jaylen’s put a hand on his left breast and took a deep breath.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“You’ve got some fancy shoes,” she said. “You should wear them properly. You knew they color change to match your outfit, right?”

Camilla started the car and pulled out. No one spoke during the ride, and Porter did his best not to watch Jaylen quietly fondle his dick.

Camilla finally broke the silence after she parked in a below ground lot.

“Okay, gurls, this is how it’s gonna go. The Unicorn is going to ask Porter to make a wish and then he’s going to ask me to make a wish and then he’s going to make them happen. The thing is, the wishes you make have to be about the other person. You can’t wish for yourself. So, Porter, you’re going to wish for me to look twenty-five again, and then I’ll help you with your problem.”

“Twenty-five?” said Jaylen. I thought you were thirty-two?”

“Look, I don’t mind looking a little younger,” said Camilla. “I just don’t want to look young and little anymore.”

“Okay,” said Jaylen. “What about me?”

“When I’m done, you and Potty can make some new wishes about each other,” said Camilla. “So, we all on the same page?”

The boys nodded. Camilla smiled broadly and led them to the building elevator, which they rode up to the seventh floor. Porter nervously shifted from foot to foot as they rode. Jaylen smoothed the front of his dress, trying to tuck his semi-hard dick back between his thighs. Porter’s thoughts wandered. Would this work? What kind of unicorn lived in an office building? How did it fit in the elevator?

Finally, the doors opened to a clean black-and-white decorated hallway outside a glass walled lobby. Camilla strode up to the receptionist, a man with incredibly long blond hair wearing a white hoodie over a blue shirt. The boys followed her.

“Hey there!” the receptionist said. “Do you guys have an appointment?”

“Ms. Katt,” said Camilla. “I’ve got a nine-thirty.”

“Awesome!” the blond nearly shouted. He was clearly excited, but Porter had no idea why. “Have a seat!”

The trio sat down on black leather chairs. Porter picked up a magazine from a stack on a coffee table. It was called “Highlicks” and seemed to be a combination of games and stories with oral sex themes. He put it back and took another entitled “Good Facesitting.” After a quick skim over the contents (which the name summed up pretty well) he tried “The New Jerker,” then “National Pornographic,” and finally spotted what looked like a normal magazine called “Popular Mechanics,” but it turned out to be filled with naked men working with tools. He was so absorbed by the last one that he jumped when the receptionist told them they could go see the Unicorn.

They were lead to a spacious office with a thick white carpet and more black furniture. A relatively normal looking man with white hair sat behind a huge desk. He had a neatly trimmed white beard and wore a white suit, which barely contained the thick muscled physique inside it.

“Ms. Katt, gentlemen, please have a seat,” the man said without standing.

The trio found more black leather chairs in front of the giant desk.

“Now, what can we accomplish today?” he asked. With his deep, resonating voice and upbeat attitude he sounded like a self help guru.

“We’ll start with the standard service,” Unicorn,” said Camilla. “For the sissy and me.”

“And how are you paying?” the Unicorn asked.

“What?” said Jaylen. “You didn’t say we needed money!”

“Quiet, Jay-Jay,” said Camilla. “You’ve still got back fees from when I wired this office. I’ll cancel that debt for a wish.”

The Unicorn frowned, put on a pair of reading glasses, and opened a laptop on his desk. After a moment of typing he closely examined the screen and looked back at Camilla.

“I see. That’s very generous of you, Ms. Kat,” he said with a smile. “I expect we shall begin with the sissy?”

Porter would be happy if he never heard that word again. Camilla nodded at the Unicorn and then everyone stared expectantly at Porter.

“I, uh, I wish…,” he said.

“Hey, maybe this isn’t a great idea,” said Jaylen.

“But Jaylee! I’m starting to think about cocks!” said Porter before he could stop himself. Camilla’s eyes burned into him. His fear of her and his desperate desire to be himself again pushed him to ignore Jaylen.

“I-I wish that Camilla looked like she was twenty-five years old again!”

“Straightforward enough,” said the Unicorn, “and you, Ms. Kat?”

Camilla smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Porter suddenly knew that he made a mistake. Somehow, she was going to terrorize him further. What new humiliation was she going to put him through? What else could he lose?

“I wish Porter could not be affected by the curse from his dress,” she said.

“Curse?” said Porter and Jaylen in unison.

“Excellent!” said the Unicorn. “Done!”

Porter did not know what to expect. Nothing magical seemed to happen; no light show or sound effects. He looked down at himself. Still a frail sissy in a flower girl dress. He looked at Jaylen. He still looked like a hot chick with purple hair. But he was staring slack jawed at Camilla. Porter followed his gaze. There was a gorgeous, brick-house bombshell sitting in her chair.

“Thanks, gurls!” the stacked beauty said. “I’ll leave you to your own wishes now.”

“Wait! You lied!” Porter cried. “Y-you didn’t turn me back!”

“No,” the newly voluptuous Camilla answered, “but if I did you would have become an incontinent bedwetter that couldn’t take off that dress until you sucked off a dozen different ‘princes.’ I told you that Cinderellafit dresses were expensive, right? Well, that one was in the “broken curses bin.” Seventy-five percent off!  So I just saved you from a sore jaw and a lifetime in diapers. You’re welcome. Ta-ta, gurls!”

Camilla blew a kiss and sashayed out, with her bountiful bubble butt swinging like a dinner bell. The boys watched her exit with their jaws slack and their cocks hard. After she was gone Jaylen stood up (stiffly).

“I guess that’s it then,” he said. “Let’s go, Porter.”

“You don’t want your wishes?” asked the Unicorn.

“Hey, I’m sorry to waste your time,” said Jaylen. “But we’re broke and in a hurry. There’s no way we could pay for a wish.”

The Unicorn scratched his white beard.

“Are you so sure?” he asked. “I understand you boys are on the run, aren’t you?”

Jaylen and Porter shared a frightened look. Porter’s heart began to beat hard in his tender, little chest. He watched Jaylen, looking for a sign of what to do. However, before his slinky shemale friend could say a word, the Unicorn stood up, and both boys were drawn to him. The tall, white-haired man slowly walked around his desk. He seemed to be meditating as his hand thoughtfully rubbed his chin. But the boys were not looking at his face. As he rounded his desk they saw that the Unicorn was not wearing pants. His bare legs were covered in thick white hair, and they ended in hooves. Also, his fourteen inch spiral-shaped horsecock was so hard that it pointed up to the ceiling.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” he said.

“What?” asked Porter. “The horse legs?”

“No,” said Jaylen. “His horn. I was, uh, wondering why it wasn’t, um, on his…head.”

Jaylen’s eyes were glued on the enormous phallus. A drop of saliva started to drip from the corner of his open mouth. He swallowed. He licked his lips. He took a step forward.

“Jaylee, what are you doing?” asked Porter.

But it was too late. Jaylen was already on his knees in front of the Unicorn, smelling the bizarre cock like it was a humongous imported cigar. The huge horse man seemed amused as the entranced transsexual licked and nuzzled his plum-sized cockhead.

“Hmm,” said the Unicorn. “You’re not the first to offer this kind of compensation for my services. Feel free to try, but be warned that most give up before they can satisfy me. However, if you succeed I’ll accept this as payment for one set of wishes.”

Jaylen did not pay attention to a word the well-dressed beast man said. He was completely hypnotized by the saluting, arm-sized penis. He began stroking it, his hands naturally twisting as they ran up and down the spiral shaft. He kissed it, frantically, with all the passion of someone in love. Porter giggled as he watched, thinking that his rival really was a cock lover, after all. He never considered trying to stop him, especially with the reward that awaited them. Nona’s latest boytoy turned out to be gay for cock and Porter would be his old, studly self for her in no time! Why stop it? But when Porter felt his hand sliding under his dress he slapped himself. Getting fingered by a girl was one thing, but jerking off to this would be gay. Just like sitting on that impossibly hard horndick would be gay. So gay.

Before he knew it, both Porter’s hands were under his petticoats, desperately tickling his dicklet and fluffy little balls over his silky panties.

Jaylen’s show got steamier by the second. His mouth engulfed the monster dickhead now. Porter could see trails of saliva and precum when his soft lips slid up to the tip, then disappear again as the whole head got swallowed. Jaylen was working into a frenzy now. His hands were a blur as they pumped the impossible shaft.  Porter was flicking his own little hardon faster, too. Jaylen bent his head down and started to push his face deeper into the giant rod. He looked like an erotic sword swallower, except instead of a thin blade he was forcing something the size of a baseball bat down his throat. Porter watched as his rival’s throat expanded and the spiral dickhorn pressed its shape into his neck.

Jaylen’s position on all fours gave Porter a peek under his dress, where his shemale rival’s heavy balls and the base of his hard dick were straining against his panties. So gay, he thought. Then his panties were flooded with his own, thin cum. No, he thought, his sissy juice. As he writhed in the last moments of his orgasm he felt more ashamed than he ever had in his life. He was a man, a football player, a stud! He did not get off watching other guys sucking giant cocks! He picked up his cum coated hands. His fingers glistened. Unable to stop himself, he stuck them into his mouth and sucked them as his eyes filled with tears.

When the rest of his fingers were clean Porter continued to suck his right thumb and began to cry. He felt so small and pathetic sitting there in a girly dress and wearing panties that were soaked by his own discharge. He sobbed so hard that his chest shook, but even if the sound was not muffled by his thumb it would have been hard to hear over the moaning coming from a few feet away. Porter wiped his eyes. The Unicorn had both hands on Jaylen’s head and was pumping it on his horsedick like an onahole. They both moaned; the businessman was obviously enjoying himself, but it was hard to tell if Jaylen was in ecstasy or torment. Probably both, thought Porter.

Finally, the Unicorn’s face tensed. Porter knew what was coming (and who) but he never suspected how it would happen. Jaylen looked like he was passing out. He hung loosely, impaled on the monster cock while the Unicorn continued to pump in and out. Then, with a final thrust and a loud groan, the Unicorn came. The explosion that burst out of his dick was like a water cannon. Jaylen was blasted off the club-sized horndick, his body limp and his face impossible to see under the gallons of white goo spraying it. He landed spread-eagled on the floor with his large, but comparatively modest member exposed and twitching as cum erupted from it.

Porter was not sure if his shemale companion was breathing.

“Ah, that was nice,” said the Unicorn. “Not the best, mind you, but acceptable.”

He pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and wiped the tip of his still hard dick then returned to his chair. After sitting he glanced at Jaylen’s prone figure on the floor.

“Oh, let’s not be dramatic,” he said, snapping his fingers.

Jaylen perked up.

“Now, let’s have those wishes,” said the Unicorn. “I’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes.”