All for Nona - Chapter 6

6. Cups and Rubbers

If he was in denial before, the sight of his once buff rival as a pipsqueak with a head covered in dolly curls was the last proof Jaylen needed to convince himself that something supernatural was happening. The Nonegon was a magical place, and probably not on Earth. Its magic was changing them. Granted, Porter’s changes seemed more extreme. The cocky, six foot tall athlete that gave him a hard time in Nona’s apartment now stood no taller than Jaylen’s chin. Given that Jaylen was shorter, too, (even in heels) he guessed that made the ex-jock about five-two. His broad, linebacker physique was also gone, replaced by a soft, waifish body. And was he wearing makeup?

“Look, Jay, we gotta get out of here!” whined Porter. His high pitched voice seemed as weak as his new body. “I-I’m s-scared!”

“Hey, uh, yeah, me too?” said Jaylen. He was actually more horny than anything else right now, but Porter seemed so frail that he wanted to be supportive.

“First, I gotta take a leak,” said Porter.

“Hey, honey, where’d you go?” said a voice from one of the stalls.

Jaylen tensed. The man inside was waiting for him, but as long as Jaylen did not see that (delightful) cock he could resist the urge to finish it off. He desperately glanced at the exit door, and then cast a guilty look to Porter, who was standing on his toes to pee in a urinal.

“Porter, I’ll wait outside for you,” he said. But before escaping he ‘accidentally’ took a peek at his rival’s dick. He assumed it was, like the rest of him, much smaller than it used to be. The little man held the limp shaft between just one finger and his thumb. It was barely three inches long – and very cute. Did little dicks taste different than big ones? He wondered if he could fit the cock and little balls in his mouth all at once.

“No!” Jaylen said out loud. “That’s it, I’m out!”

He turned on his heels and rushed out of the bathroom, shaking out any more thoughts about cocksucking.

The restaurant was still bustling. Fetishists, businesspeople and over-endowed sexpots bumped shoulders; just a normal start to a another day in the city. Every seat was occupied, and every kind of person filled them. Four college girls were sipping iced drinks in the nearest booth. They were all gorgeous, each in an entirely different way. One was a classic busty blonde beauty, another a petite Indian girl in a sporty outfit, the next a full figured Asian girl in glasses wearing a corset, and the last was a cat. Jaylen did a double take. The cat girl had short white fur, whiskers, and green cat’s eyes, but was otherwise human. With a closer look Jaylen also spotted her fluffy tail under the table. But that was not the only thing going on down there.

“Heh, they must be really good friends!” Jaylen whispered to himself as he watched what was happening below deck. Each girl had a hand in her neighbor’s pants or skirt and was frigging them furiously. Above the table they joked and giggled, sipping coffee and chatting nonchalantly. Below they were having a full contact finger orgy.

Watching the girls made Jaylen’s already charged libido go into overdrive. His heart pounded. He hugged his flimsy yellow negligee to his chest to fight the urge to touch himself in public. Too late, he realized that his member was at full mast and poking through the fluffy white trim around his thighs.

“Whoa, dude, I’d say put it in your pants, but you don’t have any!” said Porter’s squeaky voice. The bathroom door shut behind the curly headed femboy, who stared at Jaylen’s ten inch pole.

“Shoot, my clothes!” said Jaylen. “I left them inside with that g--, uh, nevermind.”

Jaylen blushed while he covered his hard prick with his hands. One of the girls noticed and chuckled at him. The rest seemed more interested in something going on outside the window. Whatever was happening out there took so much of their attention that they stopped finger banging.

“Uh, w-what’s going on?” Porter asked as he looked around the room. The whole restaurant was suddenly quieter as everyone began looking outside.

Jaylen leaned over the girls’ table to get a look. His slowly softening dick swung onto the table, nearly knocking over a mocha frap, but he was too astonished by what he saw outside to notice. Three purple plastic men were exiting a black car parked in the street. They wore black hats, dark glasses, and striped ties with only their rubber semi-skintight suits covering the rest of their bodies. Each one held a gun.

“Oh, no!” said Jaylen. “I know these guys!”

Then he noticed another familiar, beehived figure. Boo was talking to the purple men and pointing inside.

“That bitch!” said Jaylen. “We gotta go!”

Instinctively, Jaylen grabbed Porter’s small hand and ran towards the counter. He hoped to find an exit through the kitchen, but before he got half way there he twisted a high heel and tumbled. However, instead of the sticky tiled floor he expected, he fell into a pair of blue, furry hands.

“Whoa , there!” said Hump as he set Jaylen back on his feet. “You a friend of Porty? You guys might want to be careful; looks like some of Ms. Royal’s Rubbers are coming in.”

At any other time Jaylen would have laughed to hear Porter’s new nickname. Or gasped at the sight of a six and a half foot tall rabbit man with antlers. But he had no time for that right now.

“I, er, they’re coming for me, I think!” he said. “Also, a jackalope?”

“Uh, Hump, this is Jay,” said Porter. “H-he’s, um, a friend of a friend.”

The front door jingled open and the restaurant became as quite as a tomb. One by one the faceless Rubbers entered, their plastic covered feet slapping on the floor. Now that they were inside, Jaylen realized their guns were actually water pistols. That detail did not make him feel better.

The Rubbers looked around, and then one by one they fixed their gaze on Jaylen and Porter. The leader pointed at them. Everyone else in the restaurant was frozen.

“Hey there!” said Hump waving to the Rubbers. “I’m Humphrey Liberman, of the Horny Rabbit. Something I can do to help?”

The Rubbers raised their guns. Hump casually shielded Jaylen and Porter with his body, his hands resting on his belt. The Rubbers approached them. Jaylen was no longer hard. In fact, his balls hugged tightly to his body. Like him, they wanted to disappear. He had no idea what to expect from these freakish invaders, but he was afraid anyway.

The lead Rubber reached out his free hand to push Hump aside while the other two kept aiming their pistols. Jaylen felt Porter’s hand trembling in his. In the next instant the quiet, terrifying spell that filled the room was broken.

With a blue blur, one of Hump’s hands struck the leader’s gun away while his other pulled out his sword and smacked a second one on the head. The diners burst into screams and ran for the doors in a mad dash. The third Rubber started to shoot but an escaping patron bumped his elbow and his shot went wide, spraying a yellow liquid on all the nearby college girls. The girls screamed with wide-eyed shock, then immediately clamped their legs together and covered their crotches. The two nearest to the aisle ran to the ladies room but the others could only stand there looking down as piss began to gush through their pants and pour down their legs.

“A pee gun?” said Jaylen. “That doesn’t seem too dangerous.”

“Permanent loss of bladder control,” said Hump. “Get out of here, and don’t get sprayed! I’ll take care of these guys.”

Jaylen ducked and ran, dragging a petrified Porter behind him. The crowd surged around them, squeezing through the front doors. Hump’s sword danced high in the air, avoiding the patrons and sharply smacking the Rubbers with the flat whenever he could. The lead Rubber found his gun and fired a white stream at the boys, but liquid soaked a well-dressed businessman they passed instead. Instantly the man’s chest swelled, buttons bursting, until a pair of EE cupped breasts swung freely on his torso.

“W-white makes t-titties!” said Porter. He stood fascinated by the bouncy globes beside him.

“C’mon!” yelled Jaylen.

Most of the crowd was near the front now, leaving the pair free to dash into the kitchen. Hump continued fighting in the main area, flashing his sword to smack – but not cut – the purple men. A solid blow to one enemy’s head knocked him flat to the floor. Hump engaged the next Rubber while the leader ducked through the rushing crowd to chase after the boys.

The employees had already cleared out of the kitchen. Jaylen could see daylight through an open door in the back. He dragged his rival by the hand, his high heels both sticking and sliding on the dirty prep area floor. Against all odds he stayed upright all the way to the door, but at the last minute he stumbled, bringing his little companion down with him.

“I’m so sorry!” he said. “Quick, get up!”

Jaylen lifted Porter up and pushed him out the door just as the lead Rubber burst into the kitchen. Desperately, Jaylen tried to get to his feet, while his pursuer fired his pistol without stopping or aiming. The white jet splattered on the wall as his negligee clad target leaped through the exit, slamming it shut as he went.

Now out in the open Jaylen found himself alone. There was no sign of Porter. Parked cars filled every space and a delivery truck idled in the street, but no people were around to ask for help. Jaylen began to panic, unsure of which way to go.

“Psssh! Jay!”

Jaylen looked around for the source of the shrill whisper.

“Here, dummy! Hurry up!” said Porter, his head poking out of the back of the delivery truck. Jaylen practically fell over himself in a rush to get to the vehicle. He dove in without looking back. The boys hid behind a stack of large brown boxes while the truck driver pulled down the door. A moment later gears groaned and the truck was on its way.

“Dude, t-that was close!” said Porter. “I-I’m glad you showed up.”

Jaylen was surprised to hear this from his rival. However, given the changes that had happened to them since last night he supposed a little honesty from Porter was not the strangest thing. In the dim light of the closed truck bed he would have never guessed that he was talking to the same asshole that used to date his girlfriend. Porter looked more like a teenage girl than a blockheaded jock.

Before Jaylen could say anything else the truck hit a bump, causing the boys to collapse on to each other. They quickly tried to right themselves to regain their personal space. After all, dudes didn’t touch in the dark.

“Uh, Jay, did you grab a doggie bag or something back there?” asked Porter.

“Huh? What do you—?” said Jaylen, but their unexpected touching gave him an unpleasant idea. He looked down at himself. It was hard to tell in the dark, but his chest looked weirdly bloated. He pulled apart his negligee. Two round orbs jiggled in the open air.

“Dude, you’ve got tits!” said Porter.

Jaylen squeezed his chest with both hands. There was no doubt. He had a perfectly proportioned pair of perky pups. Porter’s thin hands give them another squeeze.

“Hey!” he yelled.

“I-I’m just checking!” said Porter. “I’d say they’re a C cup!”

“This is bull, man,” said Jaylen. “I’m shorter, my hair’s purple, my skin’s baby soft and I’m naked accept for a girl’s nightie and a pair of high heels! Not to mention I keep craving c-- ah, coffee!”

“We were just in a diner,” said Porter, “you didn’t have any back there?”

“No, I, uh, I had some.”

Jaylen reached towards the shelves bolted along the other side of the truck. He pulled a few of the smaller parcels down from the nearest section.

“What are you doing?” Porter whispered.

Jaylen began tearing open the boxes.

“I need some real clothes,” he said. “Besides, if those purple things know what we look like, some kind of disguise might help us get away.”

“Get away where?” said Porter. “And what were they?”

Jaylen set aside an open box which contained a toaster and another with an assortment of dildoes. A third box had lotions and perfumes in fancy crystal bottles. He continued rummaging through more boxes as he whispered the story of his arrival at Ms. Royal’s place to Porter. He left out the part about the blowjob fetish inducing blow pop.

“It’s magic, I think,” said Jaylen. “All this weird stuff. And it’s all about sex. And Nona’s like their queen or something. If we get to the tower at the center of the city we can ask her to help us. We can go back to normal and then go home. Ah-ha!”

Jaylen pulled a shirt from a box and lifted it up.

“Damn, too small,” he said.

“How about this?” Porter dumped the contents of a big box on Jaylen’s lap, forming pile of women’s clothes and packaging peanuts. The pair examined all the items, but most were the wrong sizes. Jaylen cheered when he found a pair of men’s jeans, but he quickly turned sour when he realized he could not pull them over his high-heeled feet.

“Just take them off!” said Porter.

“I can’t,” said Jaylen. “They’re cursed, too.” For a brief instant he thought about making Porter his own little “prince” so he could remove the shoes, but he quickly changed his mind. Some things would be harder to live down later on than others.

Finally, Jaylen put on a short summer dress.

“At least it stays closed in the front,” he said, and then sighed. “Although I guess I need a bra now, too.”

Jaylen kneeled to reach a higher shelf when the truck suddenly made a sharp turn, sending all the open parcels tumbling over. The box with the perfumes crashed to the floor, and the glass bottles shattered instantly. A cloud of mixed fragrances filled the truck bay.

“Whoa!” said Porter, coughing. “Smells like a flower bomb!”

“Sorry about that,” said Jaylen. Then he froze and coughed. “Did I say that?” He coughed again. “Ahem! Uh, I sound funny.”

“You sound like a chick!” said Porter.

“Yeah, well you sound like a little girl!” said Jaylen.

It was true. Both boys’ voices were now unmistakably girlish. In Jaylen’s case, he even sounded sultry.

“Dang it!” said Jaylen. He squeezed his boobs and crotch before continuing. “At least it’s just our voices. Look, we gotta get out of this thing before the next delivery. Next traffic light we get out, okay?”

The next stop came a few seconds later, and the boys wasted no time hopping out the back. The driver in the car behind them gave them dirty looks as they got their bearings in the middle of the street. But traffic resumed a second later and they were forced to rush to the nearest sidewalk. Jaylen stumbled more than usual and Porter tripped, as well.

“You okay?” said Jaylen. He helped his small companion to his feet. Then he stood stiffly, jaw opened, and stared.

“What?” said Porter. “What’s the matter?”

But before Jaylen answered he found himself mirroring his companion in similar shock.

“You look pretty hot, dude,” he said.

“I could almost say the same about you,” said Jaylen.

Every trace of masculinity was gone from their shapes. Both boys now had completely feminine faces, soft lips, slim waists and round bottoms. Although their overall dimensions were unchanged – their chests, height, and genitals were the same – in every other way they looked exactly like a pair of young women.

“I hate this place,” said Jaylen.