All Marties 18+
“Like, don’t you think these boobies are getting too big? They make me look so silly,” Marty pouted, twisting a strand of his hair extensions around one manicured finger. He was blonde this time. Maybe it was subconscious bias on his or Marty’s part, but Robert swore his son played the part far more as a ditzy airhead when a blonde.
“They suit you perfectly,” Robert replied, staring at his son’s juicy, well-proportioned orbs. “Rest them against me if they’re too heavy.”
“Thanks!” Marty chirruped, shifting closer and pressing his massive silicone mounds against Robert’s arm. Marty moaned in pleasured relief as the weight was lifted from his shoulders. Robert felt himself stir as stiff nipples pressed into him.
“I thought you were getting more comfortable with the change.”
“Sure, with the clothes. I love the panties. I love how the pantyhose feels against my...” Marty blushed, caught in the act of rubbing his feminised thighs together, a tiny bulge tenting his skirt. “But I swear my titties get bigger every time you win tickets. I’m meant to be posing as your wife not your…” Marty giggled. “... overinflated sex doll. Every time they take them out and put them in, I’m sure you upgrade me.”
Robert chuckled. His son might look for all the world like an empty-headed blonde bimbo, but even he was starting to suspect something was amiss. There were only so many more times he could keep pretending to win tickets to spend time with ‘Candy’, the vacuous feminine persona they’d built for Marty, before the truth came out. But he loved spending time with ‘her’. He loved the jealous looks of the other men in the stadium as this slutty young thing clung to him or bounced excitedly in his lap whenever their team scored.
But he especially loved thrusting his tongue deep inside ‘her’ hot wet mouth every time the Kiss Cam swung their way. Thank god his wife never watched these games.
Which, after their passionate displays began to draw lecherous whoops of approval from the crowd, had become frequent.
“Then I have a surprise I think you’ll like,” Robert smiled, wiggling his arm closer to envelope it fully between the mounds of doughy titflesh. With a flourish, he presented Marty with a thick wad of tickets. “I won a season pass! A whole year of weekly games.”
Candy’s painted lips formed a perfect O of surprise. “But that won’t give me time to have my titties taken out between games…. That means...”
“... you’ll be Candy permanently,” Robert smiled. Her expression was too much to resist. He leaned in, claiming her shocked, open mouth.