Dylan awoke to the sound of his vibrating phone. Guess it was time to try to explain away last night texts that his uncle sent of Kenny after he transformed.
- “So are you going to tell me what those jockstrap pics were all about??? O_o
- They weren’t even selfies, you looked totally out of it?!”
Dylan quickly typed up a response.
- “I lost a bet at my family vacation. Remember how I told you they’re crazy?”
....
- “Jeez I guess you weren’t kidding lol. Still I thought you looked really hot, Send me something :3
Dylan peeled back his undies and frowned and his prepubescent pecker. It was definitely not what his boyfriend had in mind.
“Yeahhh that ain’t happening.” Dylan said aloud.
- “Sorry babe but I can’t, I got like ZERO privacy here.”
“Ugh that sucks. Guess that family of yours gets you all to themselves huh?”
“More than you know...” he sighed.
It upset Dylan that he had to cut his boyfriend off. Maybe he could get Kenny to talk to him for over the phone for a bit? Obviously he would need to be right there coaching him.
He shook his head and promptly ended the text conversation as his father walked in.
“Morning son, better get dressed and head to breakfast.” He said exiting the room.
Dylan didn’t have much clothes to work with. Everything was so... childish. Eventually he settled on a blue power ranger shirt and some denim jeans. He wanted to be simple and not stand out to much amongst his family.
Went he went downstairs to the main gathering area he spotted Kenny wearing what looked like a mesh shirt and some running tights.
“My Uncle is treating his son in my body like a living Ken doll!” He thought.
Kenny noticed his cousin and quickly ran over to him. “Good morning Dylan! Hey wanna ride on your shoulders?”
“Nah I’m go- Woah!” Kenny swiftly hoisted his cousin onto his shoulders.
“I know I would like this, I figured you would too!”
The family began to notice and comment:
-Aww look at those two getting along!
- How precious!
- So sweet!
Dylan couldn’t shake his feelings if shame. “Thanks Kenny but can you put me down.”
“Oh sorry did I hurt you? Daddy says to be careful because I don’t know my own strength yet.”
“Nah you’re good. By the way, that’s some outfit you got on...”
“Daddy got it from the bin of extra clothes people bring to dress up. I don’t like it. It’s silly why does this shirt have so many tiny holes? It’s like see-through!”
“You’re right about that. You know what just forget it, at least you’re wearing more than a jockstrap this time. Can you come back to my room? I need your help with something.”
“Oh totally, anything for you Dylan!”
Dylan was glad that Kenny still looked up to him, even in their current situation.
The two escaped the crowd and went to Dylans’s room as everyone participated in daily activities.
“So Kenny, I have this special friend and I need to send him a picture of a certain part of my body. It’s the thingy between my legs.”
Kenny giggled. “That’s sounds silly. but okay cousin, I’ll help!”
“Awesome, now there’s some grown up stuff I might need to explain about first.
“It’s ok Dylan, daddy already showed me how to use this big thingy.”
“He did?! Why would- I mean of course HE did.” Dylan knew he would need to have a serious talk with uncle Frank after this week.
“...Well. can you take it out and make it um... bigger?”
Kenny began to cover his face, which he always did that when he was uneasy or self-conscious.
“I can’t!” He said, muffled behind his big hands.
“Why not? You just told me you dad showed you how to use it!”
“Yeah but he did it too so I wouldn’t feel embarrassed.”
“UGH, Finee.” Dylan then undid his little jeans and slide down his cartoon underwear. He hated being in such a little body, much less being reminded of his lost manhood right beside him.
“There, happy?”
Kenny happily nodded. He fiddled with his zipper and fished out Dylan’s huge dick from his boxers.
“Ok so you’re already hard, just grip onto your cock and take a pic.”
“Okie dokie!” Kenny did as he was told and returned Dylan’s phone.
“Perfect, I can send it later if he bugs me about it. Thanks Kenny!”
“Cool but uh Dylan, my thingy is still big. What should I do?”
“Just tug on it until you blow your load. Didn’t your dad taught you this stuff already?”
“Daddy just wanted me to get a big to measure it. He didn’t mention any white stuff!”
“Shit. I guess I let a bit to much info slip. Uh well. You’re a bit “pent up” with some... energy. You just keep rubbing it like-“ Dylan was gong to demonstrate when he remembered his predicament.
“It’s kinda difficult for me to show you in this body. You just have to rub your thingy with your hands for a while” Dylan said, trying to explain wanking in a PG way.
Kenny looked confused and took off his boxers, Dylan’s old cock still standing at full attention. He slowly moved his hands onto it, clutching it like it was a joy stick and moving it from side to side.
“Like this?” he asked.
“No, move your hands up and down.” Dylan instructed.
Kenny adjusted his hands and began moving them up and down his shaft rapidly.
“That hurts” he exclaimed, releasing his cock. “You said you’d help me.” he said in a sad, almost accusing tone.
“Calm down Kenny! Look let me just do it for you.”
Dylan wrapped his small hands around the cock and went to town.
“Oh that’s what you meant! It feels sooo good....” Dylan’s old cock then prematurely bursted with cum. It seemed Kenny still couldn’t handle his new tool just yet!
“Aww gross my mouth was open!”