All for Nona - Chapter 7

7. Lemon Pie

“But Jaayleeeen!” complained Porter. “I’m tie-errred.”

The shrill, whiny voice sounded like a little girl in the back seat of the family car after a long road trip. Jaylen barely recognized the formerly six-foot tall, arrogant jock that jogged to keep up with him. It was hard to look at that pouting, doe-eyed, face framed with big, blond curls and think of him as anything other than a bratty teen girl. His body barely hinted at his true age, and it gave no sign of his real sex. The soft, smooth skin on his skinny arms and legs were rounded by traces of fat, with no trace of muscle. Two big, puffy nipples poked at his skimpy tank top, which exposed a round little paunch where there used to be a six pack. His short-shorts – which hung loosely only hours ago – were stretched tightly by a pert bubble-butt that jiggled with every step.

“Come oooon!” the nasally voice continued. Porter yanked at Jaylen’s hand.

“Alright, alright!” answered Jaylen with his own unintentionally sexy voice. “There’s a park up ahead. We’ll sit there and rest for a minute.”

They walked a crossed the street to enter a knee-walled park. Inside was a flowered field with a cobblestone path that wound between decorative, blossoming trees and patches of huge, colorful vegetation. Jaylen dragged his companion past the first few benches and settled in a shaded spot out of sight from the street. His womanly ass spread out beneath him as he sat, and he winced at the alien feeling. Smooth legs shimmied together, trying to find a comfortable position, but his new hips made even that feel weird. When he finally got as comfortable as he could he saw a new problem arise.

“Damn!” he said, looking at the tent pole pitching between his legs. The outline of his dark brown penis was obvious under the thin white fabric of his summer dress.

Porter laughed, but quickly covered his own mouth to stop the helium pitched sounds he was making. The unexpected tittering upset him so much that his lower lip began to tremble and his big, blue eyes grew wet.

“At least yours is s-still, y’know, b-big,” said Porter.

“Yeah, sure, lucky me” said Jaylen. “And I’ve got big boobs to match!”

“They’re not that big,” said Porter. He looked away sniffling.

Jaylen could have sworn his femboy companion sounded jealous. He was worried about his own transformation into a shemale, but at least he was still fit and looked his age. Porter was waifish when they reunited, but after their recent perfume explosion he not only looked more girlish, but he was smaller, too. Jaylen guessed he was less than five feet tall now, and weaker than his little fourth grade cousin. And that girl’s idea of exercise was slicing fruit on her phone. Jaylen considered teasing his formerly manly rival, but changed his mind after seeing his shudders and sobs.

“Hey, you almost ready to get going” Jaylen asked. “We’ve got twelve more blocks before we get to the Tower.”

“Just one more minute, Jaylee?” said Porter. Once again, his delicate hands flew over his mouth. “I-I, um, I mean Jaylen!”

What was visible of Porter’s shielded face was beet red. Jaylen coughed, trying to pretend that he did not notice the odd mistake, or the even less expected reaction it had on Porter.

“Aww, aren’t you just the sweetest, curly-cue?”

The boys jumped at the sound of the unknown voice. It seemed to come from nearby, but a hurried scan across the park confirmed to Jaylen that they were totally alone.

“What’s the matter, gurls? Somebody looking for you?” the phantom asked.

“Oh, no! U-up th-th-there!” said Porter. His sugary sweet voice dripped with fear.

Jaylen looked up where Porter’s delicate hand pointed. His companion’s fear was contagious, and though he dreaded what terrible thing might hang from the tree branches above he could not move his wobbly legs to escape if he tried. When his wide, expectant eyes found the source of the mysterious, terror inducing entity, Jaylen almost feinted.

“A little girl?” he said, both relieved and angry at his own foolishness.

“Uh, excuse me, babe,” said the girl, “I’m thirty-two.”

“Sh-she’s from the night club! I-it’s, uh, Gamera!” said Porter, now half hidden behind Jaylen. “She d-did this to m-me!”

“Who, me?” said the girl. She sat cross-legged on a broad tree branch, cupping a face which had an expression of pure innocence under her floppy, pink pigtails. She still wore the purple-and-white striped tights with the white top and pink skirt that she had on when Porter met her at the Horny Rabbit.

“And the name’s Camilla,” the girl said. “Believe me; I’m much more dangerous than a two-hundred foot tall, fire-breathing turtle.”

Camilla stood up on the branch, put her arms out, and tightrope walked from one end to the other. Despite her claim, she looked around thirteen years old, and her playful act made her seem even younger.

“Okay, well, nice meeting you, I guess,” said Jaylen. “We were just going, so, goodbye!”

He took Porter’s trembling hand and started walking down the path.

“Have fun with Ms. Royal!” Camilla called after them. “She’s got a whole pack of Rubbers right around the corner.”

The boys’ feet skidded to a halt. Jaylen turned back, practically dragging Porter behind him.

“Damn!” said Jaylen. “We’ll go the other way!”

“Go ahead,” said Camilla. “Make sure you wave to the city surveillance cameras.”

The boys stopped where they had begun. Porter hugged Jaylen’s sides, once again hiding behind him as the pink haired girl hopped from her tree branch to a graceful landing directly in front of them.

“Hey, the Nonegon might be a weird, magical dimension, but it’s got the latest tech. We even got 6G wireless last month! And the closer you get to the Tower, the more tech and magic whammies there are around it.”

“So w-what now, Jaylee?” said Porter. He was too frightened to correct his second name slip.

Jaylen was silent.

“Well, nice meeting you, gurls!” said Camilla. “Buh-bye!”

“Wait!” said Jaylen. “You know how to get us there, don’t you?”

“I know everything about this place,” said Camilla. “Who do you think installed those cameras? But aiding and abetting two fugitives could get even me in trouble.”

“Please, we just need to get to Nona,” said Jaylen. “She’s my girlfriend!”

Camilla began to chuckle, then snort, and finally broke out in uncontrollable laughter. Jaylen and Porter looked at each other in confusion.

“Oh, my!” said Camilla as she wiped away a tear. “That’s wonderful! She’s your girlfriend, huh? Okay, Romeo, I can’t say no to a star-crossed lover! Follow me.”

Without another word the small girl walked towards a thicket of tall bushes.

“L-let’s go, Jaylee!” said Porter. He used both hands, tugging Jaylen in the opposite direction. “She’s mean! I don’t trust her!”

“She doesn’t look dangerous,” said Jaylen. “And I don’t want to get caught by those Rubber guys.”

Jaylen entered the thicket. Porter bit his lip as he watched his companion disappear. He stood alone, getting more frightened every second. Then a red police light flickered in the distance, and without another thought he dove head first into the dark opening under the bush.

A tight tunnel ran below the bushes, and by the time they were finished the boys were tired of pushing through it. When they finally reached the other side, their clothes were torn and damp. Camilla gave them no chance to rest, however, and they immediately followed her through a break in the park wall which led to a back alley. From there they entered a back door to a building, and eventually the pink haired girl led them up three flights of stairs, down a hall, and into an apartment.

“Here we are, home sweet home!” Camilla announced as the trio filed through the door.

The huge, high-ceilinged room must have taken up half the floor. Glass and black metal design gave a modern, high-tech feel to the open-concept layout. The black furnished dining room, chrome and glass kitchen, and Spartan living room were clean and empty. A few sleek electronic towers stood about, their purpose a mystery. Two closed doors were at the far wall, most likely leading to a bed and bathroom.

“Have a seat, gurls!” said Camilla. She strutted to the kitchen area while the boys collapse on firm-cushioned chairs in front of a big, flat-screened TV. They sat silently, Jaylen deep in thought and Porter woozy from exhaustion. A moment later, their hostess returned.

“Here you go!”

Camilla offered them tall glasses of iced lemonade. Porter eagerly guzzled his drink, but Jaylen eyed his more warily. He only started sipping it when he saw Camilla drink from her own glass.

“So, uh, you’re a technician?” asked Jaylen.

“I used to be an engineer before I came here,” said Camilla. “Since my skills were useful, I got a good job when I ‘moved’ here. A lot of people in the Nonegon end up in entertainment if they don’t have anything else to offer.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” said Porter.

“It’s not,” said Camilla. “Of course, 90% of our entertainment here is porn, so, y’know…”

“Oh, yeah,” said Porter. “I guess that makes sense.”

He leaned back and yawned.

“Well, look, I have a wedding to go to this afternoon, so I’m going to go get changed. Feel free to make yourselves comfortable.”

Camilla entered one of the rooms, shutting the door behind her.

“She seems okay to me,” said Jaylen. “Are you sure she was the one that made you…uh, you know?”

“I-I’m not sure now,” said Porter. “I mean, she ordered the champagne from Hump, but he’s the one that got it. But she laughed at me, a-and called me names—”

Porter was cut off by another long yawn. Not surprisingly, memories of being ridiculed made his little dick strain against his shorts. He put down his empty glass so he could adjust himself.

“Well, this is familiar, anyway,” Jaylen said under his breath. He yawned before speaking to Porter again. “Camilla could have turned us over to those purple freaks. I guess we can trust her for—” He yawned again. “—for now. Just don’t spray any perfume, or put on shoes, or eat lollipops or—”

His eyes widened in terror just before they slackened under the weight of overpowering sleepiness. The last thing Jaylen remembered before blacking out was Camilla walking out of her bedroom wearing a yellow bridesmaid dress and smiling.

“Or drink the lemonade?” she said

Jaylen was having a wonderful dream. He was his old self again, having a picnic on a grassy hill full of yellow flowers and eating lemon pie. A warm breeze blew over him, tickling his ears. He felt his penis grow harder with every scoop of pie. By the time he finished the last bite it was poking the bottom of the plate in his hand.

“Let me get that for you,” said Nona, who was suddenly sitting beside him, smiling.

She blew in his ear while taking his empty plate with one hand and gripping his rock hard erection with the other. Together they lay down on their checkered blanket, with Nona’s small, warm hand sliding up and down over Jaylen’s huge dick.

“Don’t forget, Jay,” Nona whispered hotly into Jaylen’s ear, “It’s your turn to wear the dress.”

Jaylen woke up with a start.

He was lying on an unfamiliar bed in a room lit by the glow of street lights through the windows. The bed was incredibly comfortable, even though he was sleeping on top of the sheets. He was naked with a hard on every bit as big as it was in his dream. Someone beside him was breathing in his ear. And holding his dick.

Still a little groggy, it took a moment for him to understand that the person that was pressed up against him was Porter. The naked femboy was curled around Jaylen’s side and held his ten inch pole with both hands, like he might hug a teddy bear. Jaylen wanted to scream and jump off the bed, but as he twisted away Porter’s little hands pulled back his meaty sleep buddy. Between the erotic dream, his waking anxiety, and the all-to-real hands on his iron-hard rod, Jaylen could not help but to do the most humiliating thing yet – he came while his rival jacked him off.

To make matters worse, it was the most incredible orgasm he ever had. Jet after jet of thick semen gushed on to his breasts. Some even hit Jaylen in the face. As each pulse sprayed, he squirmed in fits of ecstasy. Finally, after the eleventh blast landed a dollop of spooge on his nose, the orgasm was over. Jaylen shuddered. Weak and exhausted, he absentmindedly wiped the cream from his face and licked his hands. When his face was clean he scooped up globs of jism off his breasts and ate that, too, then dipped his fingers in his cleavage and his belly button so he could suck up every drop from every puddle. But even the blissful flavor was not enough to keep him awake, and Jaylen’s lolled over on to Porter’s curly blond head to dream again.

“Eww! Why am I sticky!” Porter screamed.

Once again, Jaylen awoke in distress. This time sunlight poured in from the windows and his penis was only half hard, as it usually was in the morning.

“And why are we in bed together?” said Porter, “A-and n-naked?!”

Porter sat up at the edge of the bed holding a pillow over the lower half of his thin, girly body. Jaylen looked around the room, which provided more clues now that there was daylight.

“I think we’re still at Camilla’s place,” he said. “This looks like her bedroom. And it’s tomorrow. We should get out of here.”

On cue, the door to the bedroom opened. Camilla entered, once again wearing striped stockings and a skirt. She carried two shopping bags.

“I heard you gurls woke up!” she said. “Sorry about the lemonade, but I couldn’t have my two little cuties getting into trouble while I went to the wedding, could I? Here’re some new outfits! Go ahead and try them on and I’ll make you some eggs.”

Porter remained covered on the bed, crouching and looking fearfully at Camilla. Jaylen’s desire to pee, eat, and get dressed outweighed his immediate concern about his unhinged host, so he got up and peeked in the bags. He pulled out two dresses and held them up like they were foul smelling rubbish.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.