He doesn’t dare touch his nipples though, for fear they’ll start leaking and everyone will see it through his shirt- daddy hasn’t milked him in several days. After the Doctor gave him his first GYN exam and fucked him and shot a load of cum in his pussy, he instructed Daddy that Boy would have to have his teats suckled and emptied every few hours the first week, to ensure he would continue to produce milk. But after that week, daddy likes to wait, keeping Boys tits nice and full so they stick out like udders, straining agaist the fabric of his bra or shirt, sore from the pressure and sensitive to the slightest touch.

Two of his digits slip inside his new sex and he fingers his twat in the toilet stall for a few minutes, thinking about Daddy sucking on his nipples, the tingling of milk pouring out, thinking about his daddys big cock and pleasing it, wrapping his legs around daddy while daddy fucks and kisses him, opening him up, wishing he still had a cock of his own to play with…

Bambambam! Someone bangs on the door “Game’s on!”

Boy shudders at the thought of getting caught peeing like a girl and playing with his pussy. His pussy spasms on his fingers. He can feel a droplet of milk form at his tit. He quickly closes his legs and pulls up his basketball shorts, his cunt wet and aching to be filled. He runs back to the court and hopes the other guys can’t smell the scent of his aroused pussy.

When Boy gets home Daddy makes him take off his clothes.

Daddys looks at his boy- a hot beefy hunk with a pretty face and large female-looking nipples, stiff and pink, like the nipples of a baby bottle. Boy is wearing the silky panties Daddy got him. Daddy says there’s no reason for him to wear mens underwear anymore as he has no dick or balls - he doesn’t need the support and he cant pee through a fly anyway. He’s only allowed to wear silky girl panties now. This pair is pale pink, with a dark wet stain spread across the entire crotch, Boy’s panties are soaked through.

Daddy reaches out to tweak one sensitive teat. Boy whimpers as the wetness of his panties deepens.

“You been letting the guys at the gym cop a feel of your titties, haven’t you?”Daddy asks

Boy blushes, shakes his head “No daddy.”

Daddy cuffs his head. “Don’t you lie to me. If you haven’t been getting your tits felt up,” Daddy flicks one nipple, and Boy yelps. “Then how come you’re panties are all wet?”

“I mean, sometimes when we’re playing, the other guys bump into me…”

“I bet they do. Pull down your panties, let’s see that mess between your legs.”

Boy hooks his thumbs in his panties and slowly pulls them down, exposing his puffy mound. But the material of the panties are stuck between the fleshy frills of his pussy and when he tugs on the panties the material springs out, dripping with his fluids.

“Messy slut. Can’t control yourself. Letting all those guys play with your tits, and look what happens. Youre twat's drooling so much you’ve ruined your nice new panties.”

Boy bites his lip and looks down, trying not to cry. He didnt even let anyone play with his nipples, but Daddy won’t believe him.

Daddy slides a hand between boys legs, between his cuntlips, rubbing his slit back and forth, all the way from front to back. “Looks like you’ll need to start wearing menstrual pads, baby. Can’t have you ruining all your nice panties like this.”

Daddy takes out some bills from his wallet and hands them to Boy, who isn’t allowed to keep his own money. “Go buy yourself a box of menstrual pads to stop your slimy cunt from dripping all over the place,” he says. “If anyone asks you what they’re for, you tell them exactly that."

Daddy pauses thoughtfully. "While youre there get yourself a breastpump too, and some douches and extra large tampons. If you don’t find them right away ask for help. Tell whoever helps you that your nipples are chapped and you need a good ointment for breastfeeding.”

Boy’s jaw goes slack in horror. He winces, close to tears “But-“

Daddy grips Boys jaw in one hand and pushes him against the wall, looks into his eyes,. His other hand feels Boys pussy and finds a fold inside, pinches so hard Boy shrieks. “Do it, cuntboy”

“Ohhhhhh,” Boy whimpers,”….yes daddy.”

“That’s a good girl”

Boy walks into the CVS hesitantly. He can’t believe what daddy made him wear. A size too small hoody, nothing underneath, with the zipper opened down to his breastbone- just enough that you can see the fat nipples that cap his pecs peeking out. Shorts that hug his crotch so tight it’s not only obvious he’s without a dick or balls, but the seam cuts so deeply into his slit, the outline of his full fleshy pussy is visible. Boy's got camel toe.

But maybe no one will notice, no one will ask him anything and he can just get his stuff and go. Boy finds the breastpumps and douches no problem. Just as he picks up the XL insertable tampons, he’s stopped.

“Hey can I help you find anything else?”

Boy blanches in horror. It’s Joe, from the basketball court, in a CVS polo shirt. Joe towers over him, looks down at Boys camel toe, at his puffy nipples and the breastpump and box of douches and tampons he holds. He smirks. “You find everything you’re looking for?”

“Uhhh….I need, um. menstrual pads.” Boy swallows, looks down and away.

“Right over here dude. What do you need them for?”

Boy’ s stomach clutches like a missed gear. He flushes pink, from cheeks to nipples, his eyes cast down, so Joe sees only his blond lashes. “Um….t-to stop my ...slimy cunt from dripping all over the place…” he finishes softly, his cheeks burning.

Joe’s mouth drops open, but his eyes linger a little longer on Boys crotch. “Oh yea? Maybe I can help you with t hat,” Joe grabs a box of menstrual pads from the shelf. His eyes are looking Boy up and down hungrily. Boy realizes Joe bumping into him on the court all day was no accident.

“Anything else I can help you with?” To his horror, Joe reaches out and to slide a finger along the cleft of boys shorts, forcing them deeper into his pussy.

Boy remembers what daddy told him to say. He blushes again “Do you have a breastfeeding ointment? My…nipples are chapped…”

“As a matter of fact I think we do…” From his height Joe can look right down Boys open shirt and see his fat female nipples sticking out and pointing slightly to the sides. Joe’s dick twitches at the sight. “Why don’t you come in the back with me to look for it?” Joe puts his arm around Boys shoulders as they walk down the aisle.

Boy follows Joe into the back room. Joe locks the door behind them and corners Boy.

“I could tell you were a faggot pussy by the way you played ball.” He says, unzipping his jeans. “But I didn’t know you wanted it this bad.”

Joe pulls out his cock. It stands up, big and thick, hard as a baseball bat. Joe reaches out and unzips Boys hoody all the way, revealing his pink plump nipples, chapped at the tips.

“I been waiting all day to feel these tits” he says, cupping a smooth meaty pec in each hand and fondling them, rolling the nipples lightly between his fingers. Boy moans and his mouth parts as he drops his packages. Joe’s handling his pecs the way he would a woman’s breasts- that, and the continued light stimulation on his stiff, unmilked teats makes his pussy twitch with pleasure deep inside. “ohhhh”

“Yea, I could see your nice little rack under your shirt. I could tell you liked it when I’d bump into you. You’d blush and make them little faggot noises.”

Joe grabs Boys empty crotch and squeezes.

“What happened to your dick, faggot?”

“Um…I'm a...pussy now…”

Joe pulls down his shorts, revealing the pink cleft formed by his plump pussy lips, glistening with his juices. This time Boy blushes all over.

Joe’s dick hardens completely at the sight. “Holy fuck. I thought I smelled pussy in the bathroom today” his fingers explore Boys slimy box. “you were sitting to pee like a girl in the stall?”

“Yes” Boy looks down, overwhelmed by the feelings Joe arouses in his cunt, the desire for closeness. “Please…don’t tell anyone…”

“Oh, I won’t,” Joe says, “Not if you behave for me.”

Joe lays boy down on the cement floor of the stockroom and pushes his legs up. Boy cringes in shame as Joe slides two fingers up his wet snatch, spreads them apart, holding his cunt open as he primes his cock to enter Boy. All Boy can feel is how empty he feels, how much he wishes he had a cock of his own to play and cum with, how much he needs Joe's cock inside him.

Joe pushes Boys legs back and enters Boy. Boy writhes and moans as Joe’s cockhead slams against the knob deep in his snatch, making his pussy cream all over joe’s cock as he clutches him and rides the waves of pleasure and emotional intensity. Joe finally drills him hard, barely pulling out at all with each thrust, his balls banging against the bottom of Boys vulva.

“I’m gonna cum in your pussy, bitch. I’m gonna shoot a big load deep inside you.” Joe finishes, humping his stream of jizz in Boy, who feels the hot squirt hit his cervix with a forceful stream, triggering a ripple of pleasure in his belly.

But Joe pulls out before Boy has reached any sort of satisfaction of his own. Boy gasps at how empty and needy he feels, panting like a bitch in heat while Joe smiles in satisfaction. Boy spreads his knees wider, and rubs his open slit. “Ohhh god Please put it back in, put your fingers in my pusssy, anything…”

“Sorry pussyboy, my breaks over. But maybe this will help”

Joe grabs a small bottle of shampoo and wedges it between boys cuntlips, forcing it up his gaping hole. Boy gasps. Tears of shame fill his eyes as his pussy squeezes, the lips between his legs closing around it so it is completely inside.

Joe dangles his dick over Boys lips so Boy can lick the last of his cum. “Clean it real good, pussyboy. And hurry up and put your pants on. I don’t need my office reeking like cunt.”

Boy staggers to his feet reeling with shame and desire, his tits still stiff and unmilked, a shampoo bottle stuffed up his pussy. As he pulls his shorts up, Joe takes out a menstrual pad and sticks it in the crotch of boys shorts. “To stop your slimy cunt from dripping all over the place…Wouldn’t want my cum running down your legs on the way home. Y’know, every bitch I’ve ever fucked gets pregnant the first time. My sperm may just be powerful enough to plant a seed in your belly.”

Boy can’t help himself, even though it repulses him, it seems Joe speaks directly to the soft deep fold between his legs, which responds by opening more and sucking at the bottle of shampoo. The shampoo bottle slips down, holding his cunt open but also plugging him up, like the cork in a bottle of wine.

Joe lets Boy out the back door with his purchases. He reaches out and pets Boy’s crotch where his menstrual pad is secured under his shorts, acting as a dam against all the cum inside him. “See you on the court, pussyboy…unless you’re too sick in the morning.”

Boy gets home worried, his eyes full of tears. Can he even get pregnant? He asks Daddy what will happen.

“The doctor will know for sure, but you better douche in case he’s right” Daddy says, pissed. “And if you can, and you can’t keep from spreading your legs, he might have to put you on birth control pills…”