All Marties 18+

“Pretty great seats, huh, Martie?”

“Sure are, dad!”

“Shh. Don’t call me that so loud,” Robert chuckled. He’d won tickets to the game on a radio call-in competition for him and his wife. But Cynthia couldn’t care less about sport, while his son was desperate to go. Fortunately he had a slender enough frame that it didn’t take a lot of modifications to allow him to pass as a woman and Robert’s date.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“You betcha! But this hair keeps getting in the way,” Martie giggled, tugging at the hair extensions. He shivered. “And these girl clothes don’t help much against the cold.”

“I can tell,” Robert said, staring at the bullet-hard nipples jutting through the skin-tight spandex encasing his son's tits. The enhanced ass was almost as spectacular as the front. “Why don’t you sit next to me and we can share my jacket.”

They sat together, Robert’s jacket and arm draped around Martie’s shoulders, until suddenly Martie gave an excited squeak, pointing up at the megascreen over the stands. “We’re on kiss cam!” Martie exclaimed excitedly. Robert gasped as his son bounced his silicone-swollen ass into his lap with girlish glee, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his saline-bloated lips against his.