Boredom. What do you get for someone who has everything? Arabelle, known simply as Ara by her family or Ara Ara by the naughty boys and girls over the years, pondered this. She’d truly struck it rich early and had lived a life of debauchery ever since. Not that she let her extended family know. How would her poor sister react if she knew that she was blowing the backs out of women and men constantly? 

But now it all just seemed so dull. 

Idly, she scratched her cock.

She chuckled a bit. She didn’t often think about it but growing up had been a bit strange. Futa’s weren’t that rare but they were extremely uncommon outside futa parents. Her parents, not truly knowing how to deal with it, had simply treated her like anyone else. For most extra things offspring have, that would have worked fine. 

But Futa’s were renowned for their lust. She had felt stifled growing up and that had led to a very long and very pleasurable life. Now, at the tender age of forty five, she was growing bored. She’d finally hit the point where money simply couldn’t buy happiness. Sex? She’d had it. Fetishes and kinks? She’d done them. Men and women? Thousands at this point probably. She hadn’t even had sex with anyone in the past week. She was simply that bored and tired of it all. She needed something new, something fresh. 

God, what she wouldn’t do for a proper human fleshlight. Someone she could shape and mold and pound her dick into till they screamed her name. Till they were nothing but a slut to her whims. To take her loads whenever she wanted. A boy this time, they always gave the girliest screams when you plunged into their ass. 

She needed a new toy, she realized. She’d have to start looking. Ugh, but that was too boring too. She needed something spicy even for that. Something new. Something- 

A phone call knocked her out of her growing lust. She smiled. Her sister! It had been so long since they’d talked. 

“Hey, Melanie. How’s it going?” 

“Oh Ara! It’s going great! How’s your culinary stuff going?” 

Ara’s eyes narrowed. Her sister never started with her actual interests. She always began with her love life. From her sister’s perspective, she’d been single since out of high school. Ara didn’t have the heart or will to tell her she’d been with so many people that the idea of a single partner was laughable. Lust overpowered love, every single time, by a wide margin. She thanked whichever deity above that she hadn’t had any brothers growing up or she’d have probably broken them growing up. Boys were more to her liking. 

“My cooking is going great. I’ve discovered a few new recipes. I’m working on my third cookbook.” 

“Oh, that’s wonderful! So…” 

Here it comes. Was it money? She’d gladly give it to them if they needed it. She only visited her family rarely, but she still loved them. 

“You know Brian right? Well, he’s just turned eighteen! Your own nephew is now an adult!” 

A strange beat stirred in her chest. Brian? She never thought about Brian. She saw him, she cared for him, but she hated children. With a passion. Hell, to be fair, she didn’t like people beyond using them for sex. There was a reason she had her home built miles away from any towns or cities. The idea of an adult nephew…  it hadn’t struck her mind before. Hmm. Perhaps they could have drinks and actually talk about something? 

Wait a damn minute, why was her sister bringing up Brian like this? Unless- 

“Well, me and Mark need to go to the job site in Antarctica. We can’t claim to have a child on the paperwork anymore, so, he’d have to be home alone for four months. Can you believe it? He’s great but… who knows what he could get up to, you know?” 

Ara snorted. Melanie wasn’t exactly a helicopter parent but she sure did have trust issues. She had no idea where those came from, probably from a boyfriend or another. Then again, she’d always been at least a little paranoid. And remembering her own teenager years… Melanie had been a tiny bit wild. No wonder she didn’t trust her own son to be alone. Probably thought he’d invite a hoard of women in and she’d come back to ten grandchildren. 

Wait another damn minute. 

“And let me guess.” She drawled, a bit of her southern accent coming out. “You want me to host him for four months? No way.” 

Four months with her nephew in her home? Spare her. Adult or not, she had needs and those needs would be hard to hide around someone. So restrictive. Just let the poor guy make his own mistakes. 

“Please! Here, we’ll send a picture. Look how grown up he’s become! He won’t cause you any trouble. We’ll even pay for the flight and the drive.” 

“Look sis, I get it but-” 

Arabelle had been looking at her phone when the picture came through. Her heart skipped a beat. Her nephew… truly had become an adult, hadn’t he? That cute face, those clear blue eyes, his smooth skin. He was so girly! Wait, no. He wasn’t but, but he could be. 

Her desire warred briefly with any sense of decency, morals, or anything resembling true compassion she had. It won easily. 

She had to have him. To corrupt him. To use him. Oh god, she could already imagine ramming her balls down inside him till she came loads and loads and loads. He was the perfect toy. He would be the perfect toy. 

“Actually, you know what Melanie? I think I changed my mind.” 

“Really?!” 

“Yeah. In fact…’

“I think I’m going to take really good care of him.” 

******

Brian was having a bad… he wanted to save life but he knew he was just being dramatic. A bad year. Maybe two. He sighed, getting off the plane. 

It had all started so well too… 

He was finally going to graduate and get away from his mom. He loved her but she was so, much sometimes. His dad was pretty okay though. And that’s exactly the moment when things started to all go wrong. 

His girlfriend broke him with him. That, that was rough but high school romances, they probably never really last… right? But she… she broke up with because… 

Because he had a small dick. 

It was the most mortifying thing he’d ever experienced in his life. They were just about to get it on, he was nervous, and he was struggling to get it up. She had been impatient and made a ‘joke’ about his ass first. He hated his ass. It was just, big. Stuck out a bit. He’d tried to diet it away but it just never worked right. Still, that had hurt but he’d ignored it. 

Then she’d made fun of his cock… and it had instantly risen. 

That, alone, was too much. He hadn’t known, till that exact moment, how much he’d secretly enjoyed that kind of thing. But then it all took a nose dive. Even hard he was… well… a bit on the smaller side. Maybe a lot on the smaller side. She had laughed and laughed and laughed. Pointed at it, called his dick tiny, etc. All the while, all he could do was stand there and be humiliated. It had made his dick rock hard, even as he wanted to die and go hide under a hole. 

And then she’d gotten upset. The laughter died and she said vile things. About how she was only with him for sex, about how disappointing he was, and more. It had all been so dramatic and devastated him emotionally. 

He wanted another decade to forget that. It’d be the thing waking up in the middle of the night at three am in horror for the next century. He’d cried. He’d nearly cum just from her making fun of his dick. It’d been a bad time. 

He shook off those hellish memories. And embraced the new ones. He’d been so close to a taste of real freedom. To finally being away from his family for a bit. Only for his mom to freak out and send him to live with his aunt for four months. There wasn’t even anything he could do about it! Just kicked out of his home that easy and that fast instead of having it to himself. He was an adult now and he was being treated like luggage. 

At least his aunt was rich, rich. She had paid for the flight and everything and had her own home out in the country. He didn’t really know anything more. She almost never saw her (was it her? He always got confused with Futa’s…) growing up. She sent gifts though, usually money. That was nice. It had been what allowed him to buy his own Rintendo and Slaystation. But still… she was essentially a stranger. 

And to top off the end of a bad year… he’d been told his luggage was still ‘on its way.’ What did that even mean?! Wasn’t it on the same plane? How could it be on its way?! Did they expect him to just, leave, and hope for the best? 

He sighed, loudly, leaving the poor baggage claim and going to look for his aunt. He vaguely knew what she’d looked like but his mom had just assumed he’d remember her. When he saw her though, he blinked in surprise. Wasn’t… wasn’t she his mom’s age? His mom looked like, well, a mom but Aunt Ara looked like…

“Brian! Over here!” His aunt called out. 

Strong. She didn’t have any gray in her long dark hair and she was wearing a grey tanktop with no sleeves and black baggy pants. He thought he saw something pressing against it there but quickly looked away. She was muscular, with definition in her arms and shoulders. She looked like she pumped at least a bit of iron and ran track. Was this athlete really his Aunt? Christ, he knew Futa’s were naturally taller too but she was taller than him. 

“Oh, uh, hey!” 

He walked up to her, not sure what to say. 

“Hey, look at you! All grown up. Hopefully not too grown up for some food and drink though?” 

Brian blinked. 

“Uh, no?” 

“Great. Here, got ya a cookie.” 

And, low and behold, she had. A single big cookie. Brian, wasn’t sure what to make of that. Well, she was probably just trying to be nice. And he was hungry.

“Thanks, Aunt Arabelle.” 

“What’s with that long form of address, is that how kids are doing it nowadays? Just call me Ara.” 

“Oh. Sure, Ara.” 

It felt a bit weird but at least she seemed cool. 

He took the cookie out of that bag and took a bite. It was just oatmeal but… it was a bit salty? Well, it wasn’t bad. 

“Did you make this?” 

“Yup. Cooked it myself.” 

“Oh, thank you. So uh, my luggage… they lost the one with all my clothes.” 

“Wow, that sucks. Well, I got some that should fit you at home. Let’s go, my car’s outside.” 

Brian smiled. Maybe these four months wouldn’t be so bad at all. His aunt seemed pretty chill.

*****

Arabelle was doing her best not to just take Brian right then and there on the airport terminal. Rape was beneath her but the temptation. But no, no, it wasn’t worth it. She had to be patient when making a sex toy. 

But that cute face! That butt! She hadn’t known he had such a perfect butt! It was going to be so nice to fill it up. It would be like fucking a pillow. She had to get him to work out right to increase the size but one thing at a time. 

She’d handed him her ‘special’ cookie and nearly gotten hard. She’d chosen the worst pants today and was already regretting it. Her getting hard in these would be impossible to hide but seeing her nephew eat a cookie she’d baked with her cum? Oh gods, she’d already gotten her cum inside him and he didn’t even know! He’d even thanked her for it, her own nephew. 

The taboo only made it all the sweeter. 

She’d also made sure to quickly find his luggage and ‘misplace’ it. Arabelle hadn’t gotten rich based on luck. She was a schemer and these things had to be done properly. She had plans within plans and her only barrier was her patience. 

She smiled as they drove to her home. 

She had four months to make her sex toy. She could be patient. The payoff of slamming her cock into Brian’s ass over and over and over until she finally found some relief was going to be well worth it. 

It was only a matter of time.

******

Brian was starting to panic a little. He had no clothes. The baggage people had completely lost it and now he was reliant on his aunt. It wasn’t… a great start. But he tried to ignore that. The weirdly salty cookie was good and his aunt apparently cooked extensively so, that’d be nice? 

Arriving at the place, he was a bit shocked. It was just a house, not even a mansion, but it was the drive that really surprised him. It took over an hour to get there. They really were just alone in the countryside. He’d heard rich people liked to be left alone sometimes, retire to small farms and stuff, but he’d never really experienced it of course. 

“Well, come on Brian. It’s not going to enter itself.” Aunt Ara said with a smirk on her face. 

“Sure.” 

He didn’t have much luggage after the airport had lost his clothes. Just a bag with some essentials. 

He had been expecting a really rich, gaudy home if he was being honest. Besides his mom, that was all the rest of the family ever seemed to talk about when it came to Aunt Arabelle. Just her money. And a few whispers about her sex that made him pretty damn uncomfortable. He didn’t care but some of his family members… well, he wasn’t surprised Arabelle lived far away from them. 

“So, welcome to my home. Why don’t you go upstairs to your room and grab some clothes? I’m pretty sure I put plenty of extra in the dresser at some point.” 

He felt like shit about the whole thing, but, well, clothes were clothes and it’d been a long day and an even longer flight. He could use something new to wear. 

Heading upstairs, he quickly found his room. It was pretty nice actually. Ignoring the bif comfy bed for now, he went to look into the dresser. And immediately realized a few problems. His aunt had a type of clothing she wore, and nothing else. 

Sweats, tank tops, tube tops, baggy pants… and panties. 

He, of course, wasn’t going to wear panties. Let alone his aunt’s underwear. That would be way too weird. Getting dressed and looking down at himself, he sighed. He’d gone for the least problematic clothes. Just some baggy pants and a tank top. He’d have to get used to these for the next four months… 

Coming back down the stairs, he found his aunt waiting for him. 

“Hey, Brian. See you found some clothes. Did you change out everything?” 

The way she smirked as she said that made Brian go red with embarrassment. 

“We’ll, need to go shopping. For uh, new underwear. I can pay.”

His aunt chuckled but didn’t say anything else about it. 

“Grab some milk, made it fresh myself.” 

“You have a cow?” 

He’d seen a decent yard area but no animals. Where on earth was she hiding it? 

“No. But you’d be surprised at what powdered creamer and milk can do mixed with the right ingredients.” 

He shrugged, before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle. It seemed strangely thick but it’s not like he’d ever made milk. Maybe that was just how Ara liked it. 

He took off the cap, took a sip and- 

He tried really hard not to blanche. It wasn’t that it was bad but… why was it salty?! Milk wasn’t supposed to be salty! It was a bit sweet and went down thick as it slid across his throat, more solid than liquid, but he didn’t exactly hate it. It was just so… weird. He nearly spit it out. 

“How is it? Be honest.” 

“Well… uh… it’s… why is it salty?” 

“Old recipe. You’ll get used to it, don’t worry.” 

Brian really didn’t think he would, but he took another sip. Still way too thick, still way too salty, but… it did have a certain unique taste he didn’t completely hate. Maybe he actually would get used to it… 

“I think it’d be better with less salt and it’s way, way too thick… but I don’t hate it.” 

Ara snorted and her smile seemed to creep up. Her breathing also seemed to get heavier but that could have been his imagination. He definitely wasn’t imagining the strange look in her eyes though. 

“That’s just because all milk is watered down slop. Real milk isn’t…” 

To his growing amusement, he listened as his aunt went on a tangent about milk and dairy and then into ingredients. He knew she loved to cook but not this much. And every time he took a sip of her milk, it seemed to ignite her passion all over again. It was a strange first day, but a good one. 

Maybe these four months wouldn’t be so bad. 

*****

Later that night 

“God, I want to use it- him, so bad. Ugh. He’d be so warm…” 

Ara was currently fiercely masturbating into a bottle. Specifically, a milk bottle. She loved to cook, loved to fuck, and so naturally she’d combined her talents over the years. With herself as the main ingredient. Brian wasn’t the first person to drink her cum milk. She’d even made sure that it actually tasted both like milk, and was good. She could never settle for less. 

The result had been what had happened earlier today. 

He’d drank it. Her nephew, her future fuck toy, had drank her cum without even knowing. He’d swallowed it, gulped, drank it slowly. He’d complained but kept going. He’d critiqued. He’d sipped it as they talked. She’d nearly taken him right then and there, her plans be damned. 

But no, she was patient. She’d directed her incredible passion, as she’d done so many times before, into something else. Her toy had even seemed to enjoy listening to her talk. The clothes had been a mild success but it was too early to have everything go perfectly. That plan would still take a few more weeks. 

Finally cumming, pouring her thick semen into yet another bottle for Brian to drink, she cleaned up and went to the next part of her plan. 

Brian slept with noise cancelling headphones. He was a light sleeper like that. Her sister had told her over and over again to try and be quiet to make sure he got his rest. But fun fact. Almost every pair of headphones, no matter the type, had wifi and bluetooth. Second fun fact, it wasn’t hard at all to remotely activate any electronic, turn on their wifi, and then hook it up to play something else. 

Arabelle chuckled as she activated the next part of her plans. 

*****

Brian was deep asleep. Headphones on, he was dreaming about milk of all things. Unbeknownst to him, a different sound began floating into his ears. Quiet, hypnotizing. 

I’m a sissy. 

He stirred but didn’t wake. 

I love being girly. 

I want someone to fuck me. 

I want a cock inside me. 

I want to be a little beta bitch on the floor, crying for more. 

I want to be humiliated. 

I want to be the girl all the boys fuck. 

More and more sissy hypnotizations rang in his ears. Alone, perhaps they would have only confused him. But hypnotization can and will latch onto deep seated desires. It was only the first day but already… 

“I want… to be… humiliated.” Brian mumbled. 

Part two of Arabelle’s plan was going off without a hitch. 

****

Brian was running. Running for his life. 

His aunt practically chased him. 

He was exhausted, but he had to keep going. Faster. Faster. 

“Hurry up Brian!” 

He panted, stopping, taking a breather. It’d been a few weeks now but his aunt was really cool. She cooked for him, left him mostly alone, and was always happy to hang out. It was less like he was living with his aunt and instead a really cool roommate. 

He’d even, horrifyingly, found his eyes… wandering. He knew she had a dick like him… it shouldn’t matter. But for some reason, as the days wore on, it felt like all he could think about. He’d seen her workout and… those baggy pants only hid so much. 

He shook his head, his thoughts going crazy. Today was a weird day anyway. He’d decided to wear short sweats today and… immediately regretted it. Not only was his bigger than average ass now way more noticeable… it’d also convinced his jock like aunt that he wanted to work out. 

So she’d roped him into a run. 

“Come on, this is good for you!” 

“It doesn’t… feel… good.” He panted out. God, he wanted some milk. It’d grown on him and now he practically loved the salty taste for some reason. It made him think about- 

He destroyed those thoughts. He thought the run would help but for some reason, he just couldn’t stop thinking about his aunt with… curiosity. Not anything weird! Just, he was so curious for some reason! He’d never seen a real futa, except from some pictures online… not that he went looking for that sort of thing! He was only into women! 

He shook his head, getting back to reality. 

“I’m gonna go shower… and change.” He said. 

“Sure.” His aunt said, whipping her own sweat away. She was way stronger and faster than him. He’d never really known many workout fanatics but it was clear Aunt Ara stayed in shape. She could probably play sports professionally and she could hold him as she- 

Gah! What’s wrong with me?! Why do these weird thoughts keep going in my head? 

A quick cold shower helped, but putting back on his old clothes felt nasty. He could already tell he’d done the order wrong, should’ve changed first. He elected to only put on the underwear for now. Stepping back out, he grimaced slightly. A new shirt and a new pair of pants was easy but… 

Underwear had proven to be a problem. 

He only had one pair. 

By some horrible catastrophe, the washer and dryer weren’t working, so he couldn’t even do laundry. Aunt Ara has so many clothes it wasn’t a problem to just wear something for a few days and swap but they were pushing it because… he still refused to wear panties. 

He’d asked if they could drive out to buy some stuff but she always seemed to be busy and he was too embarrassed about the whole thing to push or say why he wanted to go. It was stupid and it had led to him wearing the same pair of underwear for weeks. Today’s workout had made “really gross” into “absolutely disgusting.” 

“Maybe I can just go commando…” 

He stood there, clad in only his gross boxers, when his Aunt walked in. He blinked, before his face lit up like a cherry red tomato. 

“Ara! W-What are you doing? I’m changing!” He was tempted to cover himself with his hands but what would he even cover, his chest? 

“Yo. I was just… coming to see…” Aunt Ara froze, her eyes staring at his boxers, her mind clearly spinning behind her eyes. He looked back up at Brian before back down at his boxers. 

“Oh hell no.”

Before Brian could react his aunt tackled him. His eyes widened. What?! She forced him onto the bed and before he could so much as yelp, he felt a hand grabbing his underwear, and a fistful of something else too. 

“A-Aunt Ara?!” 

“There ain’t no way you are wearing two week old sweaty boxers in this house! That’s foul Brian!” 

She continued to grab at him, completely overpowering him, and he only now noticed what she was doing. 

She was taking his underwear off. 

“A-Aunt Ara! S-Stop!” 

“No way!” 

She kept pulling and like a horrible nightmare, they came off. Naked and on a bed, his aunt looked down at him. He froze, she froze, they both waited as she stared at his dick. Then the worst possible thing in the world that could’ve happened, happened. 

She laughed. 

“Not exactly winning any girls with that are you? What, water a bit too cold? Do I need to call a plumber? I’ve seen bigger worms. Man, I know flaccid cocks are small but whoa, you know?” 

Every word was like a horrible scar upon his heart. They twisted inside him, hitting him where it hurt, and worse… something twisted back. It was like a part of his mind, the part currently trying to crawl under a rock and hide from the world in shame, was loving the feeling. He could feel his cock starting to rise and his horror mounted. 

“Oh wow. Even now, it’s still so small?” His Aunt simply said as his dick became fully erect. “I’m flattered my nephew but let’s keep focused here. You can’t keep wearing these. In fact, I’m burning them for your own good.” 

Brian could barely hear her over the pure horror and mortification he was feeling. He had to leave. To escape. Never to return. Find a rock to hide under and pretend this was all a bad dream. This couldn’t actually be happening right? There was no way he had just gotten hard while his aunt stared and made fun of his dick size right?!

“From now on, since you’re gonna try to walk around being fowl, I’m setting up your clothes for you. For starters? You’re gonna learn to enjoy panties. It’s just clothes dude.” 

So saying, acting less like a woman or an aunt and more like a disgusted older brother, she pulled out a pair of panties and threw them at him. 

“Put those on and get dressed. The cold air is clearly hitting ya a bit hard.” She laughed and just like that, she left. 

Brian stood there, rock hard, mortified beyond all words, panties on his chest. Naked as the day he was born. He stared forward, transfixed on a random point in space. It would be a long, long while before he moved. 

When he did, silently, face redder than a tomato, he put on the panties and got dressed. 

***** 

Arabelle was struggling. Yesterday had been almost too much. It had taken every single lesson in acting she’d ever taken in high school and college theater to resist and act so casual. She’d wanted to grab her nephew’s dick, to stroke it and make him her bitch, before slamming into his ass over and over and over and over and- 

She calmed down. She took a deep breath, and calmed down. It was working. It was all working perfectly! Her future sex toy stared at her dick and soon, he’d start wearing the clothes she wanted him to wear. She’d even managed to start getting him trained up for a bigger butt already. She’d maximize that with some careful cooking and workouts, to make her future sex toy softer. 

It was only a matter of time. Right now, she was in the designing phase. She had to go slow. The panties were a big mental leap. She’d put out normal clothes for Brian to wear. A few more days of pants, before permanently switching to shorts. A few more weeks of sleeveless tank tops, before she switched to a tube top for a day. Begin to show off that cute flat stomach of his. 

The plan was working and better than she ever expected. She’d dabbled in hypnotism before but clearly, she may have had a stronger talent for it than she thought. 

She breathed deep and smiled. 

*****

The next month passed by bizarrely for Brian. The first few days after the… incident… he couldn’t look his aunt in the eye and the most she did was make small teasing jokes about his size. 

They nearly crippled him. Yet all she’d do is laugh a little bit. She never said anything about him getting hard or anything about him wearing panties. She acted like those parts were so… normal. 

And the more and more the days passed, the more his thoughts drifted to it. He began to masturbate while wearing the panties. They were so soft! And they made him feel… good. Maybe a little… girly. Every day he’d find a new pair waiting for him and was starting to get shocked at just how many clothes his aunt had. He thought he recognized a pair once but that was unlikely, they looked freshly washed and those weren’t working. 

To his growing horror and then growing… something… when he masturbated, he began to think about his aunt. He’d never thought about a family member like that, ever. But his aunt… he’d barely known her growing up. She was more like a stranger really. A really hot, tall, strong stranger with a penis and breasts. He imagined taking her, fucking her, but more and more, his thoughts kept drifting down and down and down. Right down to her dick. 

He couldn’t keep it out of his mind. How did it feel like? What did it taste like? What would it be like to have it… in him. He shut those thoughts down, threw them away, ran from them, could barely react normally around his aunt, but still, they came and came. 

He barely noticed when he started wearing tube tops. It felt normal. Hell, if anything, they felt more comfortable for some reason. He liked showing off his belly. The days kept going but slowly, Brian began to feel like he was losing his mind. 

*****

“Good morning Brian.” Arabelle said. 

“Morning…” Brian replied, staring at her. More specifically, right at her cock. The hypnosis was working almost too well. He didn’t even realize he was doing it. 

Nor did he seem to realize his current outfit. 

“Feeling comfortable since I started choosing your outfits?” 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, they’re okay.” He said, oblivious. 

He was currently wearing short shorts that made his plump little butt pop and a tank top that barely covered his nipples. He looked like a sissy hooker and yet he hadn’t even realized. Arabelle’s dick twitched, barely prevented from rising, and Brian didn’t seem to miss it. 

Soon, Arabelle reminded herself. Soon. She’d waited almost two months now, perfectly making her sex toy. She could wait a few more days. Tomorrow would be the first sign if it was ready or not. 

She chuckled as Brian drank her cum milk. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Oh nothing Brian. Nothing at all.” 

*****

Brian woke up feeling excited and unwell. An annoying combination. Unwell because his dreams were plagued with his aunt in… lewd ways. So many lewd ways. He dreamt of her. He wanted her. He needed her. He wanted to be pounded by her. He was going crazy and couldn’t wait for the four months to end. He felt like his mind was going to break into pieces the longer he stayed. Something had gone deeply wrong with him. He couldn’t escape it now, he was so, so attracted to his Aunt and it made him feel so weird but mostly so incredibly desperate. 

On a brighter note, he felt excited because every day she came into his room and put clothes next to his sleeping body for him to wear the next day. He found it a bit weird at first but it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

He got up, stretched, and looked at the clothes. A pair of shorts, a tank top and- 

He let out an audible gasp as his mind struggled to put two and two together. 

There were no panties on his bed. Instead, there was a chastity cage. A small one, for his small dick. 

There, was no way right? This… this had to be a joke. Then it struck him. Of course, his aunt loved to play around and tease. He’d realized that early on. This was a joke. She might have even gotten this just for him, just to play this joke. 

And yet… he stared at it, imagining his tiny, small cock trapped inside it. Imagine his aunt making fun of him as he wasn’t even able to get hard. As she- 

He gulped. 

*****

Arabelle had a lot of experience with, well, everyone but especially young men. Especially virgins. She’d long ago learned the exact ways to twirl them around her finger. To make them hers. She was a schemer by heart that naturally struggled with any kind of compassion. Manipulation practically breathed itself into her. 

So when Brian walked down, clearly embarrassed but happy about wearing his chastity cage underneath his clothes, she’d known exactly what to wear to have him eating out of her hand. 

Namely, nothing. 

“W-Wha…” Brian fumbled over his words, mouth agape, as he stared at her nude body. Arabelle chuckled. She’d spent a long time waiting for this and finally, it was time to reap what she had sowed. 

“Morning nephew. Sleep well? Feeling a bit, restricted?” 

Her nephew continued to stare at her toned body. She worked out for multiple reasons and appearance was one of them. But he could barely pull his eyes away from her fat cock. She was a shower, not a grower, and she always liked how people looked at it. 

She sauntered forward, watching him stare at her swaying cock almost hypnotically, before finally looking up into her eyes. She merely smiled down at him, their bodies less than a foot away from each other. 

Brian stammered, trying to get a sentence out, and failing. Finally, a soft whisper of voice arose up, as if scared to speak. 

“...is this a dream?” 

Arabelle leaned forward, whispering into Brian’s ear. 

“If it is… do you wanna wake up?”

Silently, cute face warped in shock, her nephew shook his head no. 

“Good. Then let me show you just how deep this dream, and other things, can go.” 

So saying, Arabelle reached down and slipped her hand into his pants. They wrapped around something small, tiny, and metallic. 

“Enjoying your chastity cage for your cute small dick? I was worried it’d be too big for you.” 

Before Brian could respond, she slipped her other hand down, grabbing his ass. She squeezed, feeling the nice pillowy nature of it. Perfect. Just how she liked it. Her nephew was stammering, moaning a little, moving into her touch a bit. 

He could say whatever he wanted right now, she’d already won. 

She dragged him to the couch. A bottle of lube sat next to it and she practically threw him on it. As soon as she sat down next to him, she practically dumped the whole bottle out onto her rising cock. Brian stared at it, as it got even bigger, glistening from the thick coating of lube, poised to penetrate as it was won’t to do. 

“T-This can’t… this can’t be happening…” He said. 

“Shhh. Relax. Just let it happen Brian.” 

She grabbed him, bringing him over to her lap. His leg touched her dick and his breathing grew erratic and shallow. He was getting nervous! So cute. But she couldn’t wait any longer, even the lube had been too much as she’d felt her own hand slather it across her cock. She needed a hole and now. 

Before starting though, she made sure to grab the remote and turn on some music. 

That seemed to surprise Brian for a moment for some reason. 

“Sorry, I like to listen to music when I masturbate.” 

“Mastur-” 

But before he could respond, she was already pulling his shorts down and his ass out above her cock. Then, with deep, deep lust that she had to restrain for over two months, she plunged her hard dick into Brian. 

He let out a sound like a fish gasping for breath for a moment, but Arabelle was long gone. She could feel his soft butt pressing up against her, could feel her whole dick being squeezed by his insides, feel him squirm and struggle, the heat surrounding her dick. 

“Oh Fuck yes.” 

She grabbed him by the hips, pushing him up to the head of her dick, and slamming him back down. The gasping breath had turned to screams but that was alright. It always started a little painful. She’d be hearing moans soon enough. 

She ignored the shouts, the words, the screaming, as she brought her nephew up and down rapidly on her cock, pistoning her new fleshlight. It was warm and soft and perfect. She kept going, her rock hard cock being enveloped by her nephew. Yes, Yes! This was exactly what she needed, what she wanted! The taboo made it all the better, the feel of his grinding hips, the way he struggled and moved, the feeling of him gripping her hands, his cute sissy body trying to refuse her. 

And the best part, of course, was his insides. The tightness, the way the lube made him wet, the heat and warmth, it was everything she wanted and more. She kept going and going, feeling her pleasure climb with every moment. 

And finally, when the screams finally turned to deep lustful moans, she could no longer wait. She came, pouring her white loads into her nephew’s plump ass. She came and came, squirting deep into her new fleshlight. A deep sigh of relief left her. 

“Gods, I needed that one.” 

Brian twitched on top of her, moans of pleasure still leaking from his mouth. 

And then she kept going. 

A yelp from Brian was all the warning he got, before he was being used again. And again. Arabelle didn’t stop. She just kept using her new toy, for hours and hours and hours. Futanari were sometimes unique in those ways and she’d long gotten rid of of refractory period. She could literally fuck till exhaustion. 

The music and the slutty moans mixed in her ears, as she came so much that it began to leak around her cock and onto her couch. 

She sighed. This was perfection. 

*****

Earlier 

Brian came down the stairs feeling embarrassed but smiling a little. He was, actually wearing the chastity cage. It actually felt way more comfortable than he thought it would. His dick was imprisoned and for some reason it just, it was doing something for him. Even if Aunt Arabelle only meant it as a joke he- 

His mind froze as he saw his aunt. She was naked. Completely and totally naked. 

He could see her toned body, her strong arms and legs, her thick thighs, her bountiful breasts, but most of all… he could see her massive cock that dwarfed his and hung below her legs. 

He stared, mind in shock, mouth agape, as he tried to figure out what to say. Hell, what to think. What was going on here?! This was too far for any kind or sort of joke! 

“W-Wha…” Brian couldn’t even form words! 

“Morning nephew. Sleep well? Feeling a bit, restricted?” 

He simply stared, barely registering the words, as his hot, sexy, naked Aunt sauntered towards him, her dick swinging as she did so. He could barely pull his eyes away from it. It was so… big. So big and girthy and long already and it wasn’t even all the way up! And- 

He finally noticed just how close she was, looking up into hers as she smiled down at him. She was, she was so close. He could just reach out and… and touch her, if he wanted to. She… 

His mind tried and tried and tried to make sense of it all. It didn’t make any sense. This couldn’t, this couldn’t really be happening right? Why, what, where when and how. So much, his mind felt like it was pouring out of his ears. Finally, his mind made a shallow connection. 

“...is this a dream?” 

It didn’t feel like a dream. It all felt so real. But what else could it be? His aunt have never even tried to look at him that way. He’d wanted her and now… and now she was here! 

She leans forward, her mouth right next to his ear, as if to bite it. Her words sent a shiver down his spine and if not the cock cage currently wrapped around him, he would be at full mast. 

“If it is… do you wanna wake up?”

Silently, mind aflame, mouth closed, he shook his head no. He didn’t, he really wanted this to be real. And if he was just asleep then… then it was… really fine right? It didn’t feel like a dream but you never knew when you were dreaming right? 

And oh god, he wanted her inside him so bad. 

“Good. Then let me show you just how deep this dream, and other things, can go.” 

She felt her hand reach down his shorts and wrap around his cage. He couldn’t feel her hand, but he could feel the way she moved it, the way her palm pressed against him, the way she played with him. 

“Enjoying your chastity cage for your cute small dick? I was worried it’d be too big for you.” 

He was caught between wanting to feel her hand and loving that he couldn’t even do that, how humiliating it was to be played around with and have dick called small, when he felt her other hand reach down and squeeze his ass. 

For the first time, he loved his huge butt. 

He moaned, feeling her hands on him. He wanted more. He spoke, stammering a bit, but started to say something, when he felt his aunt practically drag and throw him across the living room. He landed on the couch, rolling, eyes wide. He got his bearings, noticing that his aunt was sitting down next to him. 

And lubing herself up. 

She’d practically drained a whole massive bottle of… of lube, rubbing it all and up down her dick. It glistened in the light, massive and rock hard. It dwarfed his own dick so much that it was laughable. He knew immediately that it wouldn’t even fit inside him, there was no way. He still wanted it, somehow. 

This was impossible. This whole thing was. But it also, it couldn’t really be a dream right? It all felt so real. His mind felt like it was going insane. Had he tripped and ended in a parallel dimension or something?! 

“T-This can’t… this can’t be happening…” 

It couldn’t be! There was no way he was really about to have his aunt fuck him… right? 

“Shhh. Relax. Just let it happen Brian.”  His aunt said. 

She grabbed him, dragging him over and sitting him on her lap. His leg was brushing against her dick! He, he was touching it! 

Oh, oh god this is real! Somehow, this is real! 

His breathing became heavy, his mind a mess. He didn’t know what to do or what to think. It was all happening too much and too fast. He wanted this but did he? His aunt was his aunt, he was straight, but was he? He needed time and- 

His Aunt grabbed a small remote nearby and turned on some music from the radio. He blinked, caught off guard. Why was she doing that? 

“Sorry, I like to listen to music when I masturbate.” 

“Mastur-” he started to say, only to feel his Aunt hoist him into the air by his hips. 

His eyes widened as he felt her practically tear his shorts down his pants, leaving him suspended above her, dick out and in a cage and his bear ass- 

His mind broke and shattered as all at once, Ara shoved her massive cock all the way into his ass. Pain or pleasure hadn’t even had the chance to register, it’d been too sudden, too intense. It’d been like he had just gotten into a car crash. A sound left his mouth but his mind couldn’t focus on it, on anything. 

His aunt said something but his mind could barely register reality right now. It was all he could do to not pass out on the spot. 

But it all came roaring back as his aunt grabbed his hips and began to move him up. He felt it then. The pain coming like a radiating inferno. Like he’d just stuck a massive pole of hot iron the size of his arm up his ass. He screamed, pain radiating like a storm out of hell in his mind. His ass torn asunder. 

Then he brought him back down. 

“Stop! Stop!” He screamed but the massive cock just kept going and going, chugging him down, thrusting in and out of him faster and faster. He squirmed, he fought it, his mind barely held together as he was fucked and used. 

He could feel her, feel every single inch of her, as she penetrated him. More than the pain was the pure intensity. It was like being in the desert sun naked or in the biting cold without clothes. It hit him so hard that his eyes rolled into his head and his struggles to rip his aunts hands away began to cease. His body was barely listening to him, his mind barely useable. 

And then it all began to start to switch. 

The intensity didn’t lessen, not one bit. The feeling, the fucking, the being used, it all kept going. But the pain… it began to switch. Something deep within his ass was getting rubbed over and over and over again and while it had cracked like pain at first… now it began to lessen while something else came rising up within him like a geyser. 

Pure, unfiltered, pleasure. 

He could feel it, growing and growing as his ass was used. As not just the physical sensation of his aunt using him, but the idea of it ran through him. The humiliation of being nothing but a sissy fuck toy. She had said she was going to masturbate. 

He was nothing but a toy. 

He came and moaned deeply, just as his aunt blew her load inside him. He could feel her cum pour into him, hot liquid coating his insides and filling him up with warmth. His cock twitched, desperate to grow, and completely unable to in its small cage. 

When it was finally done, he sat there, on his aunt’s lap, completely spent. Cum filled and exhausted and feeling so, so good. Moans continued to come out of his mouth as he felt Aunt Ara’s cock twitch inside him, sending cascades of ecstasy through him. 

It was… too much. Good but too much. He’d have to do this again if he could and- 

He yelped as he felt his ass rise… only to be slammed back down again. His eyes widened as a deep groan of pleasure echoed out of him. He was… they were still going?! 

This time, the pain was minor compared to the tsunami of rapture and bliss getting fucked a second time brought him. His aunt just kept going and going and going. Minutes turned to dozens turned to hours. 

He was being used. Being masturbated with. Being treated just like a sex toy. He was just a sissy bitch to be fucked by his aunt until she was done. 

The pleasure was too much, long, long before his aunt ever stopped… his mind cracked and shattered and broke. It consumed him, the need to be played with, to be humiliated, to be fucked and feel this again and again. It was like a drug had broken his mind and that drug was his aunt’s huge, beautiful, massive cock. 

Load after load filled him, till he couldn’t hold it anymore and was leaking all over, and still, his aunt never stopped. 

Just going and going. 

Finally, when night had become day, he was pulled free but he hardly noticed. The whites of his eyes were showing as drool leaked from his mouth. His mind broken, filled with unending pleasure. His ass filled, leaking out unholy amounts of cum. And his aunt? 

“That was great! Ahhh, well we should get you to bed. I’m gonna do this all week at least.” 

Unrelenting. 

Brian’s life as a sissy fleshlight had only just begun. 

*****

“Yeah Melanie. I think me and Brian were really getting along.” 

“Really? That’s so great! You know… some of his friends… I just don’t trust them you know? Not… well they’re girls and I’m not ready for grandchildren just yet…” 

A deep moan nearly reached the phone but Arabelle made sure to cover the phone. 

“Yeah, he’s been great. In fact… why don’t you let him stay here for longer? Would be good for him to get out of the house you know? I’ll keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn’t get out of trouble.” 

“Oh! Well… I suppose so long as he’s with family…” 

“Don’t worry.” Arabelle said as she pistoned her nephew on her cock, his dick locked in a cage, pasties on his nipples, and a ball gag in his mouth. “I promise…” 

“He’s never going to want to leave.” 

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