All for Nona - Chapter 5 (Adult Content)

5. Sunrise Doubles

Jaylen sat on the cold asphalt trying desperately to pull off the little blue heels. Ugh just shook his head sadly as he watched. After a few minutes the fat man put his hand on his frantic young friend’s shoulder.

“Jaylen, Jaylen,” said Ugh. “You will catch cold on the ground like that. And that lovely robe will tear. Please, stand up.”

“I gotta get these off!” said Jaylen. “Crazy shoes! And you’re a crazy old dude for giving them to me! I shrunk! I’m a frickin’ foot shorter!”

“A foot?” said Ugh. “No, no, that’s not true at all. I’d say…eight inches, tops!”

Jaylen gave the old, fat man a disgusted stare. Then, after one last mighty tug on a shoe that would not budge from his now dainty foot, he slumped in defeat.

“You see?” said Ugh. “They don’t come off like that. These are Cinderellafits. They only come off when your prince takes them off!”

“Prince?!” said Jaylen. “Where do I find a prince?! Why would you even give these to me?”

“You needed shoes and that robe did not cover your impressive manhood, so these helped with both problems!” said Ugh. “And besides, “prince” is not literal. Any man can remove the shoes.”

“I’m a man!” said Jaylen. “Why can’t I take them off?”

“Well, in this case your “prince” has to be someone that has been intimate with you.”

Jaylen’s jaw dropped. With wobbly knees he slowly stood up to stare directly into Ugh’s eyes.

“I have to have sex with a dude to take off these heels?” he said, practically snarling.

“Well, sex is a broad term!” said Ugh. “It can be oral or anal, your choice! Besides, ever since you chewed Ms. Royal’s blow pop gum you crave oral sex, no? So it’s not really a problem! Just don’t ask me to take them off. As I told you, you are not my type.”

Jaylen turned and stormed off, heels clicking on the asphalt. After five steps his ankle rolled, sending him down sideways. His elbow got scraped on the landing, but his foot and ankle were surprisingly unharmed. In fact, the heels still felt more comfortable than anything he had ever worn. Slowly, he rose, keeping his back to the old shoemaker.

“How do I get home?” he said without turning around.

Ugh did not answer.

“Ugh, tell me, how do I get out of this insane place? Can I call an Uber or something?”

Ugh cleared his throat.

“No Uber,” said Ugh. “Taxis won’t get you home. You fell through a hole, yes?”

Jaylen looked over his shoulder to answer, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I did,” he said. “How did you know?”

“That is how everyone comes to the Nonegon,” said Ugh. “Every nine days the holes appear on your side. And three days later a ladder appears on our side.”

“Ladders? I need to wait three days for a ladder?”

“Yes, but…,” said Ugh. His face twisted with worry. “The holes are random. They can open up anywhere. The ladder is always in one place.”

“Okay, good,” said Jaylen. “Where?”

Ugh pointed down the road towards the bright city.

“The Tower,” he said. “In the penthouse. But the penthouse belongs to Ms. Nona.”

“Nona!” said Jaylen, smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever. “My Nona? That’s awesome! I can find her and we can go home!”

“Yes, but,” said Ugh, “that is not all…”

But it was too late. Jaylen’s high heels were already tapping down the sidewalk at top, if wobbly, speed heading straight for the shiny city and the enormous tower at the center.

Ugh shrugged.

“Ah, well,” he said to himself. “I’m sure Ms. Nona will go easy on him. Maybe.”

By the time Jaylen put three blocks between himself and Ugh, he felt he was getting the hang of walking in heels. He was no expert, of course, but he only fell three times, and if nothing else he was getting better at landing on his hands. Despite the bruises everywhere else, his feet felt better than ever. The formerly tall young man took some small comfort in that.

Sunlight crept across the sky. It was morning now, and Jaylen realized that he only slept a few hours. If he still had his wallet, he could rent a hotel room somewhere in this unfamiliar city. Or buy some real clothes. His stomach rumbled. Breakfast would be nice, too.

Few people were on the streets. The ones that Jaylen could see were not the businesspeople or service professionals he was used to at this hour. Their clothes suggested they were clubbers, or larpers, or sex fetishists.

Even the stores were strange, with gaudy, colorful signs and unfamiliar names. “Hole in the Wall Motel,” “Re-education Reduction & Renewal, LLC” “Panty Paradise,” and “333 Design” were just a few. He tried to ignore his reflection as he walked by, but after another near fall he found himself leaning against a salon window looking straight at his own image.

His jaw dropped.

The fluffy yellow robe and blue high heels made him look ridiculous. He expected that. But he did not expect his hairless body to look so…feminine. Extensive cardio had always kept him lean and well-defined, but dressed as he was with no trace of body hair, he could not deny that he had a vaguely female look going on. But that was not the only reason he stared in shock.

His hair had turned purple. Not only that, it was longer and straighter than it was yesterday. It had a pixie-ish look to it. And the fact that he was standing in front of a salon thinking about his hair made him feel weird. Well, weirder.

A short, plump, large-bosomed woman with a foot tall beehive hairdo opened the salon door. She nodded at Jaylen, giving him a professional smile.

“Good morning!” she beamed. “I was just heading out for breakfast, but if you wanted to schedule an appointment...?”

“Oh! Uh, no,” said Jaylen. “I’m good, thanks!”

The little woman nodded again, locked the door, and turned to go, but not before Jaylen thought of something to ask her.

“Uh, ma’am?” he asked. “Sorry, but do you know if there’s a place I could get something to eat? And maybe some clothes? I, uh, I lost my wallet…”

“You poor thing!” the little woman said. “You must be new in town. Why don’t you come along with me? I know someone who might help.”

“Really?” said Jaylen. “Thanks, uh…”

“Boo,” the buxom woman said.

“Uh, sorry?”

“That’s my name, dear,” she replied. “Boo. And you are?”

“Porter, ma’am. And thanks again.”

“Not at all!” said Boo. “As a matter of fact, you’ll be doing me a favor.”

The little woman tottered ahead without another word, leading Jaylen down side streets for several minutes until they reached a sunken street restaurant with a sign calling it “Le Petit Trou.”

Porter’s stomach grumbled.

“Hey, you must be hungry,” Hump said. “Tell you what, let’s go get something, my treat.”

“B-but, I need some clothes,” said Porter. His fists pulled down on the bottom of his jersey to emphasize his problem. His skinny, smooth legs pressed together, fully exposed beneath the precum and alcohol stained shirt.

“Not a problem!” the rabbit said. He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a small pair of jean shorts and a tiny white cloth about the size of a hand towel. Next, he took out a pair of bright orange flip-flops from his back pocket and offered the little items to the formerly big jock.

“Here you go,” said Hump. “I got these out of ‘Lost and Found’.”

Porter looked at the ridiculously small clothing with despair.

“T-this is girl stuff!” he whined without meaning to. “A-and it’s so, so skimpy!”

“Yeah, well, dudes don’t lose their clothes as much as the ladies around here, and this was the only thing I saw that might fit a little guy like you. Although I did see a couple of spaghetti strap dresses that might work…”

“No! This is fine!” said Porter.

“Cool. I’ll be up front when you’re ready,” said Hump, leaving the former babe-magnet alone with his girly things.

Porter shrugged off his now oversized jersey and stepped out of his big, man-sized socks. The once tall, beefcake of a man looked down at what he had become. He saw skinny legs and lean arms, a smooth, hairless torso and a penis half the size it was yesterday. He flipped his dick back and forth with the small, delicate fingers of his right hand, hoping that some exercise might make it grow. The little member did not even stir. For a moment Porter though he heard a little girl whimpering and looked around the room. Then he realized it was him.

“I was always a grower, not a shower,” he said to himself. “Maybe…?”

He checked the closed door and then returned to his unimpressive genitals. His little thumb and three fingers wrapped around the shaft and started to pump it. Porter thought about some of his favorite sexual conquests. The cheerleaders when he was in high school, the sorority babes from college, and, of course, Nona. His dick remained soft. He kept tugging, imagining some celebrity fantasies that always got him hard. Still nothing happened.

“What’s wrong with me?” he said, his voice cracking. His voice sounded like a kid. Or worse, a girl. Tears started to fill up his eyes. His thoughts turned to the mean bachelorette and her friends, and how even that flat-chested little chick Camilla was stronger than he was now. Anger and humiliation overcame him, and the tears began to run down his cheeks. The more he remembered his recent disgrace the more powerless he felt. His small cock twitched.

“I’m not a Nancy boy!” he hissed. “I-I’m a stud! I’m b-big and strong!”

Porter couldn’t see through his teary eyes, but he could feel his dick harden. He kept pumping it with all his frail might. In his mind’s eye he saw the bachelorette laughing at him and pointing. She laughed at the little dick that he was jerking right now. Degradation overwhelmed him. He felt small and pathetic. Then a second later he exploded in an orgasm that made his skinny legs wobble. Exhausted, he collapsed on the couch.

Weakened by the force of his orgasm, it took supreme effort just to keep his wet eyes opened. He wiped away the tears with his left hand, hoping to see his still fully erect dick at normal size again and covered in a copious amount of manly semen. Instead, his penis barely poked out past the skinny fingers gripping it, and only a few clear drops dangled from its tip.

Porter burst into tears. Both hands went to his face, hiding it in shame as he broke down like a little girl that fell off her bike. Tears mixed with the semen on his fingers as they poured down his cheeks. A few drops trickled into his mouth and somehow the taste made him feel a little better.

After a few minutes his sobbing almost finished. With a deep breath he put on the doll-sized shorts and tank top that Hump gave him. Then he used a clean spot on the stained jersey to wipe his face, slipped on the too-big flip-flops, and – with one last deep sigh – went out to meet the rabbit.

Hump was filling a bank bag with cash from the front register. The club seemed smaller with the lights on, even though individually everything seemed so much bigger to Porter now. The stride of his short legs made the distance take twice as long as it did last night. By the time he reached the antlered club owner, Porter was winded.

“Hey, Potter, you okay?” asked Hump.

“Porter. Potter’s a little magic dweeb,” Porter said while holding his side. “I’m fine.”

In reality, Porter felt like curling up and sleeping for days, but he was not going to let the rabbit know that.

“Porter, right!” said Hump. “Sorry, I meet a lot of people. Mind if I call you Port?”

Before Porter could say “no,” the tall blue rabbit was walking out the front doors. The shrunken jock jogged along after him, panting with the exertion of keeping up with normal sized legs. After locking the doors, Hump crossed the street and continued for a few blocks, slowing down every so often to let his smaller companion keep up. Railings and signs and strange buildings became a blur in the morning light as the skinny little man jogged as quickly as he could. He suddenly realized how frightened he was that he could get lost, alone in this big, alien city.

At last, they reached a little bistro with a French name written in curly letters. Hump stopped to tell Porter they arrived, and the shrunken ‘stud’ slammed into his guide, face-to-chest.

“Hey, sorry little guy,” said Hump.

As embarrassed as he was tired, Porter shut his eyes to avoid making eye contact while also trying to regain his balance. His dainty hand found the handle of Hump’s sword and gripped it to steady himself. The handle was warmer than he expected a metal pirate sword to be, and not as hard. Porter straightened up and opened his eyes as terror crept into his soul. He looked at his hand, which, as he feared, was on Hump’s pants and wrapped around his semi-erect penis.

“Whoa, it’s just breakfast!” said Hump with a smile. “At least wait until after we eat before you thank me!”

Porter pulled away and jammed both his hands in his shorts pockets. His face burned red.

“I-I’m not a f-fag!” said Porter. “L-look, l-let’s just get some eggs or something.”

He hurried down the steps and into the restaurant, trying his best not peek at Hump’s bulge as he went by.

Inside the morning rush was in full swing. A pretty waitress in fishnets and a parody of a uniform took them to a small table by the window. Porter watched the woman’s ass as she walked away. He almost giggled like a schoolgirl when he realized his reduced penis was twitching at the sight.

Then he saw the look on Hump’s face and he realized that he was giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Uh, she’s hot,” said Porter, trying (and failing) to force his voice to its normal register.

Porter shyly looked down at his hands to avoid Hump’s smile. He suddenly felt like he was on a date, and a mix of disgust and anxiety bubbled in the pit of his stomach. He was not a fag! And he definitely did not feel warm and safe when he thought about how big and friendly the rabbit man across the table was! What was going on with him?

“We’ll take two sunrise doubles, and some coffee, please,” said Hump.

Porter looked up from his hand to see another waitress – this one a middle-aged, double D-cup sex-pot – as she put down two glasses of water on the table before walking off to the kitchen.

“That’s okay for you, right?” said Hump.

Porter nodded and hated the butterflies he felt dancing in his tummy.

Jaylen sat at the counter sipping his water as Boo munched on her warm muffin.

“Are you sure I can’t get you something else, dear?” said Boo.

“No, ma’am, thank you,” he said. A plate of crumbs where two pieces of toast once were was in front of him. “I’m a light breakfast eater.”

That was a lie. Normally Jaylen ate three waffles with bacon when he went out for breakfast. It was his one dietary weakness. But he hated to impose on strangers and the toast was the cheapest thing on the menu. Besides, after experiencing the effects of the cursed lollipop he was wary of the food in this strange place.

“Ah, thank you dear! Here are your clothes!” said Boo as a waitress handed her a bundle which she redirected to Jaylen. “Go ahead in the bathroom and put those on! I’ll wait for you.”

Jaylen thanked Boo and her waitress friend and tottered into the bathroom. He entered a stall, and tucked his new clothes under his arm and stood over the seat to pee. He felt relief, not just in his bladder, but in his whole person. Normal clothes were going to be a good start towards feeling normal again. Later on he could find Nona and they would figure out a way to get his heels off and return him to his normal size, too.

After the stream stopped, when Jaylen gave his penis a shake he could not help but to smile. At least his dick was still the same. Seven inches soft, ten inches fully hard. At least that was what his last girlfriend told him when she measured it. He never worried about size before. Now that he shrunk eight inches, knowing that his penis was still the same size was comforting. In fact, thanks to his slightly smaller hands it felt even bigger than it used to. Jaylen slid his hands from the base to the tip. Yes, it definitely felt bigger. He did it again, just to make sure. Then once again, for the fun of it.

A few seconds later Jaylen’s dick was up to its full ten inches and he was pumping it with all his might with both hands. The action made him drop the bundle of clothes on the bathroom floor, but he did not care if they got dirty. He kept pumping, faster and faster, the whole time staring at his own dick. The dark brown shaft began to redden and the purple knob started to turn an angry shade. Thoughts of Nona, his transformation, and even where he was standing all disappeared from his mind as he looked down at the delicious looking cock in his hands. He wished he could taste it. As his climax neared, he bent over, his hands pulling his dick as straight upwards as possible. A plan had formed in his otherwise blank mind. He had to taste cock, any cock, and anything that came from a cock. He tried to suck himself once out of curiosity years ago, but as tall as he was even his long dick was out of reach. Now he discovered that he was just the right size if he only leaned a little more.

Finally, hands pumping furiously on his shaft, his lips touched the wet bulb at the top. His tongue made contact. The taste of his own precum exploded on his taste buds. He engulfed the cockhead in his lips and instantly a torrent sprayed into his mouth. Slimy and delicious, gobs of his own cum shot into his mouth and he eagerly swallowed it. While the orgasm in his penis subsided he felt another, stronger one each time he swallowed a mouthful its juice.

A few more spasms shook his body as he fell in a heap, barely adjusting himself to sit on the toilet seat. Euphoria filled his being. He sucked his first cock, and it was his own.

Jaylen’s eyes went wide. He just sucked a cock! And he loved it! Thank goodness he was alone in a bathroom. No one else would ever need to know about this. It would stay here, a one-time experience. He reached for the clothes on the floor, eager to get out and forget about what just happened. The clothes were gone. He looked around the floor, then side to side, but as he turned his head he found two more unexpected things: a hole in the stall wall, and a hard, throbbing penis sticking through it.

Porter wiped his mouth and burped. Normally after a meal he could blow a belch that could rattle the windows, but this time when he attempted to complete his manly ritual all that came out was a tiny pop. A cute, girlish noise. Hump chuckled at the sound.

“Um, excuse me,” said Porter. “I, uh, I’m gonna hit the head.”

He got up and rushed to the bathroom without waiting for a reply. He felt eyes follow him as he went, and he was sure that they watched his little butt wiggle in his tiny shorts.

Before he knew it, Jaylen’s mouth was on the stranger’s dick. The taste was even more amazing than his own. Fireworks exploded in his brain as he sucked and licked it with all his might, but this time his own thoughts did not disappear. He realized what he was doing, even though he could not stop himself. He needed this cock to cum, but he was disgusted by the idea of what he was doing. He was not gay! He did not suck off other guys. This fantastic penis, which tasted better than Grade A steak and made his own dick hard, did not belong in his mouth! He forced his mouth off the dick with a wet smacking noise.

“Hey, baby, don’t stop now!” said a voice from the other stall. “Finish me and you get your clothes back!”

Jaylen breathed hard as he looked at the dick. It was smaller than his own, perhaps six inches long, and a golden tan color. He leaned in closer to it, inhaling. It smelled good. So good. He had to get out now, before he sucked the mouthwatering stick again. His lips parted, less than an inch from the stranger’s tip. Jaylen tried to push away, even as his tongue reached out again. Then the bathroom door loudly swung open, and the sound broke the cock’s spell, if only for a second.

Jaylen forced himself up and out of the stall. A boy, or maybe a tomboy girl, wearing a skimpy pair of shorts, tank top, and flip flops was in the doorway. He, or she, looked familiar.

“Dude!” the tomboy said, “Is that you?”

“Um, do I…?” Jaylen began.

“Dude, it’s me! Porter!”