Feminization From Alpha To Sissy Due To His Inadequate Sized Manhood! by Scarlett Steele

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Feminization From Alpha To Sissy Due To His Inadequate Sized Manhood!

(Scarlett Steele)


"As a matter of a fact, we are," Sara said. Her eyes widened as she noticed the nice big bulge in his pants.

Brandon gave her a satisfied smile and pulled out his chair. He didn't think of the potato in terms of sitting with it stuffed into his pants. He had to straighten his leg, so the potato would stay in place, otherwise, it was about to ride up and out the top of his underwear. He coughed and smiled at Sara as he lifted his brow. He wanted her to want him enough to leave with him.

Sara turned her full attention to Brandon, much to his delight. Her eyes traveled over his body pausing at his bulging trousers. "So, tell me, Brandon, do you work out?" she asked. It sounded so cliché that she laughed. "I mean, seriously, do you have a gym membership? Do you have a personal trainer?"

"As a matter of a fact, I do work out. I have a membership down at Fellowes Gym. I do not, however, have a personal trainer. But I follow a regimen for lifting weights," Brandon said.

"I mean, does it help bulk the muscles without steroid use?" Sara asked.

"Of course. Steroids give bigger muscles faster, but at a big cost. Mine are freshly home grown. Organic you could say," Brandon said as he made a fist and flexed his biceps.

Sara reached out and ran her hand over the muscle. "Oh, nice," she said.


"Do you work out? You look, uh, very fit," Brandon said. If Sara was going to play the superficial game, then so was he. She'd be good for a bone at least then she could move on to her next conquest.

"I tackle the community center. I swim three days a week. Did you know swimming is one of the best exercises you can do that uses every single muscle in your body? Even the heart receives a good cardio workout," Sara said.

Velma laughed and butted in. "Says the PT tech," she said.

"Oh? You're a physical therapy tech?" Brandon's eyes widened in surprise. Sara sounded so ditsy with her talk of size, so superficial. He laughed at the irony of it as he had just put a potato down his pants. He had felt a little insecure in her presence. She was very pretty and perhaps it was just an act. He knew going to school to be a PT tech wasn't for dummies. It made him nervous that she wouldn't be as forgiving if she discovered the truth about the package in his pants. He hatched a plan to lure her away, and before they dropped their pants, he'd pitch the potato, so she'd be none the wiser. He imagined them dancing and her feeling his package while she pressed into him. She'd be so impressed she'd want to go off with him.

"I am. I graduated a year ago. What do you do? Something physical I assume, given the state of your muscles," Sara said.

Brandon chuckled. "I manage a convenience store actually. I do lift heavy boxes in the stock room. Lifting weights helps me there," he said.