This story is a commission piece containing Futa on male domination with enlarged anatomies including a 14-inch cock, incest between Aunt and Nephew, reluctance, and clapping butt-cheeks. There's a bit of build-up to the good stuff as well, so if you're still here at the end of all that, I hope you all enjoy it! -- TSG123
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"Is that her?"
The guard looked over at a tall, well-built prisoner who was strolling across the yard, her outfit too tight to contain her ample muscles.
"Nope, Sheila's bigger, and meaner-lookin' too."
He chuckled at the first guard's nervous twitch.
"Relax spud, you won't have to deal with Sheila, she's gettin' released today."
"Oh.... Oh good."
"I gotta say, I actually think I'm gonna miss her... she keeps the rest of 'em in line... 'Specially her bitches"
"B... bitches?"
Tam rolled his billy club idly between his fingers.
"O' course! Got a hell of an appetite. Sam over there's the one who usually takes it worst."
Spud looked over at a young man who was limping, looking slightly dazed.
"Is... is something wrong with him?"
Tam chuckled.
"Oh, I 'spect Sheila's just had her morning session. He'll be full to the brim... I tell yeh, if there's one thing I WON'T miss, it'll be cleanin' her cell afterwards. Dang near drowned a couple o' times."
"In... in what?"
Tam raised an eyebrow at his green compatriot.
"Boy.... There's enough jizz in her balls to fill the Pacific."
"Jesus."
"Yup.... Gots to be honest, I don't know how they are lettin' her out, but... rules are rules I guess."
They watched as Sam limped off.
"May God protect whoever she sets her eyes on next."
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Pouty lips. Pale face. Long lashes. If you had described the figure staring into the bathroom mirror as a young girl it would have been a reasonable, if entirely inaccurate conclusion.
The young girl was in fact a boy, or rather a man, although anyone who guessed him as being a twenty-three-year-old male on first glance was either lucky or blind, because a considerable portion of his assets had gone into making him look as wilting and soft as the most delicate of flowers.
He brushed a wave of black hair out of his saucer-like eyes. Somehow he always seemed an inch from crying out of those deep, black wells, and today was no different, rubbing a hand across his chest and belly which looked like they were intended simply to be oiled, massaged, or perhaps photographed before being placed on pillows in a museum, light shining off the milky sheen of his skin.
"Okay, okay... James, tell them, you're an adult now.. you're an..."
He tripped over his words a little and his knee turned inwards.
"No, no.... Mum, Dad... I can... I can be alone... I...."
There was a pause whilst he seethed at himself and stomped his foot so gently that it barely made a sound on the tiles beneath him.
"Just.... Hmph!"
It was impossible for James to say why he was the way he was, but it had always been this way. From his first moments, he had always been effeminate, delicate, demure....
His fingers found the one note of rebellion on his otherwise flawless young body, a belly button piercing, which matched the one in his tongue. He thought it looked pretty cool... the girls would love it when he was older.
James grimaced, having thought the same for six years. He was still waiting for them to notice him...
The painful memories of the only date he had ever been on still haunted him; somehow managing to convince an old classmate to accompany him to a bar, only to have her almost vomit because of the sound of his ass-cheeks clapping as he walked. He had tried to avoid short-shorts after that, but his bubble butt was so sensitive....
'Speaking of which, time to work out'
, he thought, puffing his chest up.
Since sneaking his father's workout DVDs from their bedroom (little did he know they were actually his Mother's), he tried to do them three times a week. James didn't know why but the central coach wearing tight spandex on the front cover always seemed to make him feel safe somehow.
James placed the disc in, turned the tv on, and slid on head and wristbands to soak up any small traces of sweat before clicking his favourite sequence: 'Day 6: Ass and legs'.
"HEY there guys, it's Terrance here on high-five workouts, and we're here to get those cheeks and tweaks pumping!"
A group of women ranged from thirty to fifty jogged on the spot behind him, all with large, incredible breasts and asses, cheering as they began to lunge left and right with Terrance whilst he gyrated his groin with gusto in the air. The soundtrack was cheesy, and the colours couldn't have been more garish if they were in a kid's TV show. Pink was everywhere.
James' eyes roved across the bevvy of bouncing breasts as he lunged. He usually oscillated between those and the bulge in Terrance's pants. He didn't know why his eyes fell there so often, but he rationalised that it was in the centre of the screen so it would be tough not to look at it anyway.
James felt himself rising to full mast with his four-inch penis, which he assumed meant his workout was going well. Blood pumped through his crotch, creating almost no identifiable bulge in his pants as he wiggled his ass this way and that, and the two rubbery pillows began slapping together as if applauding themselves for being so slutty.
By now James was used to the sound of his ass smacking itself behind him if he got any more enthusiastic than a slow walk, but he had learnt to avoid doing it in front of other people, as it provoked laughter in many cases, and sometimes much worse. His Dad in particular detested having to hear the reminder of how worthless his only son was, and insisted James never work up a sweat in the house whilst he was present.
"Come on girl!" shouted Terrance, squatting low, and James obediently lined his hips up and dipped down to the floor. His ass was so bubbly that if he ever lost balance and fell backwards it sometimes bounced him back up, and he had convinced himself that his natural reflexes must be the reason he could get back on his feet so quickly.
Around thirty minutes of brutal leg exercises had James huffing, sweat bands soaking in the slight sweat coming from his wrists and forehead.
He could feel the burn in his thighs and quads raging through the muscles, and by the time they reached the only arm exercises of the video he had stopped and begun glugging from his water container, as he always did whenever they decided to do upper body work. After mulling it over for a few seconds, he decided that this was enough for one day.
Turning away from the screen where the women were now pumping their shoulders, he casually clicked the power button on the remote and went into the shower to wash the tiny amount of sweat off his body, before dressing himself in one of his many booty shorts and tight-white t-shirt combinations that always gave him a confidence boost. The extra small (women's) t-shirt allowed him to flex his adorable biceps and actually fill out the sleeve.
He didn't know why women never seemed to go for him... he was already manly, he thought whilst teasing his own nipple through the near see-through material, before realising he was doing it again and folding his arms. It was hard to think without his fingers naturally straying to his sensitive buds.... Still, not the worst habit in the world, he could be a masturbator! He shivered, thinking back to the two times he had masturbated in his life, and a deep shame stole through him.
"Dinner's ready!" said a voice from downstairs, and James' eyes peeled. Maybe May would notice he had got pumped from his workout?
He jogged towards the kitchen and then stopped because his ass-cheeks were making such a racket that he might wake the neighbours. He slowed his pace and turned up in the doorway, where a ginger girl with a little more height than him, green eyes and a pretty nose was serving macaroni and cheese into two waiting bowls.
James watched her for a second and nearly jumped out of his skin when Jessica tutted.
"You know... you must be the loudest boy I've ever heard for someone who's trying to be sneaky."
His face went bright pink as she turned with an unimpressed look.
May was eighteen, five years younger than him and about to go to college. For some reason his Mom and Dad seemed to think it was perfectly fine to have her babysit him.
"So, Mac and Cheese?" said James, trying to turn to the side and show his arms tight in the t-shirt, which had the unfortunate side-effect of swinging his butt into full view and making it explode out of his short shorts like the most shameless Instagram model imaginable.
May sighed and put down the serving spoon.
"Listen James, for the last time those workout videos are never going to get you laid, and certainly not with me, so can we just eat dinner?"
He nodded, deflated as he accepted the bowl being proffered to him and sat down at the table.
They ate in silence for a few minutes before May struck up a conversation.
"James... I really don't understand why you don't just admit you're gay."
He hiccupped, lodging a piece of pasta in his throat. It wouldn't budge, and he coughed, clutching pathetically at his throat. May rolled her eyes, already walking over. James' eyes were going red as he spluttered, and then strong hands wrapped around his belly and slammed him against her. The offending carbohydrate sailed out of his mouth and through the air, landing on the spotless kitchen table along with a small splodge of saliva.
"Th-thanks," he spluttered.
May didn't reply, quite accustomed to James' inability to present even a poor imitation of an adult male.
