(This is less sex more world building and soppiness, bear with for the sex scenes next part.)
Danny stared at his friend, shocked and confused. Sure he was a short-dick, but he'd hidden it from everyone, not just his best friend! He hadn't been holding out on him at all. He'd only just had his conversion for god's sake!
"I swear dude I wasn't... I only just got... caught." Danny hung his head in shame. He knew there were only 70 million short-dicks in the world, they were rare, and he loved his Ian dearly. He wasn't holding back, thought now he felt like he was, but tears.
"Did you not want me to.. be your feeder dude?" Ian looked genuinely hurt.
"No! I mean of course that's not why I didn't tell you! You don't know what it's like, the shame and humiliation of it when you transition. I mean when transitioned you told me all about it, telling me how over a month it had grown and your balls had started churning. I didn't have that. Instead I felt my body change, my ass, my throat, my jaw, they all changed. The only thing that didn't... well you know..." I looked down, not to emphasise the point but because I'd hurt my best friend, while I'd been coming to terms and embracing my new life, with Chris, George, Mr. Jenkins, oh and Jesse the paper boy. He'd been cruelly told by my little brother! I'd hate him if his cock wasn't so... I'm losing track...
"Your little dicklet didn't grow. It stayed the same baby carrot" Ian interjected looking hopefully at me. Dicklet made me hard. Baby carrot made me cum and I moaned, my knees buckling for a moment I gripped the bar between us.
"See dude, I make an awesome feeder! You know I've told you how cool it would be to have a short-dick around to feed! I always thought we'd feed them together." Ian looked at me, eyes glistening. I couldn't deny he'd made me cum in two sentences, without any effort. I couldn't even see his dick from here.
"It was never that dude, never." I panted, trying to get my composure again. "I swear the few I've been fed by..."
"The few?!" Ian exclaimed. "It's been a day dude! How many? Who?" Ian stood my now, he towered over me, his dark eyes burrowed into me. I had only seen Ian pissed a few times, but never directed at me.
"Well, erm Chris... and Mr. Jenkins next door..." I began.
"The old guy?! Jesus." Ian looked kind of disgusted.
"He's a really sweet old guy and he tastes ama..." Ian's face darkened further "...beside the point... erm... Jesse, the paperboy, that was not my fault though, he showed up as I was working Mr.... yea... oh and..." I paused cause I knew the last one was a bad one.
"And?" Ian demanded.
"George..." I said deflating onto the stool.
"George, the nerd? I mean... he's so... and the braces... and the greasy hair?" Ian turned away from me.
"Ian, man, don't. It's different from this side. Those things aren't turn offs for me, you're straight and large-dick." I slammed my hand over my mouth, my face burning bright red.
"You're not... straight?" Ian asked flabberghasted.
"The fuck!" I heard from outside the kitchen door. Chris! For fukes sake!
"OK fine, no I'm gay! Got it!" I burst into tears there and then, truly sobbing, coming from my guts up.
Ian rushed round to me, Chris ran into the kitchen and joined him on the other side of me and they both hugged me. I started to calm down, my sobs turning into sniffles. Is it bad I could see both their bulges from here and it was hot? Yes it is... damn it Danny, get it together.
Finally letting me go, they both went back to the other side. Sitting next to each other, the size difference between them was almost comical. I smiled at the softly, not wanting to look at them.
"OK..." Ian started,"It's one thing to go through small-dick transition on your own, dude. I'm pissed you didn't reach out for me to help you with that, I'm your best friend. But... why didn't you tell me you were gay? It's no big deal to me, I don't care either way."
Chris joined in, "Yea Danny, I don't care. My teacher at school is gay, I mean he's a large-dick like us but still, he talked to us about it, how it's not cool to treate people different and that. I honestly don't care who you love. I love you no matter what." Chris really was a sweet kid, deep down.
"Thank you." I croaked. Mt throat was sore from the crying. My stomach gurgled. I couldn't be hungry? I'd had what.. two loads from Mr. Jenkins, one from Jesse the paper boy and Chris had anally fed me earlier.
Ian and Chris heard my gurgle and both sat up straighter. Were they... competing for my attention.
"Ian..." I asked looking up sheepishly. "Would you mind... I mean can you..."
Chris looked dejected but nodded and sttarted to slope off. "Chris?" I said as he was leaving, turning back he looked hopeful. "You free for dinner later?" I smiled. He laughed and nodded.
"You bet little dick!" And then bounded out the room.
I turned back to Ian. He was looking at me expectantly. "Right now I think I need some lunch though?"
Ian's chest puffed out with pride. "Well about fucking time bro!"