People ask me what I'm working on. Sometimes I say science fiction or a play. I never say 5,000 + words of Gay porn. I always lie.
I'm proud of this piece. It can be intense and long winded though, so feel free to skip. The devil is in the details though. Thanks for clicking.
The Adventures of Kenny The Slut
Part 1.
"Where did you get these?" Kenny asked, staring down at the garments Eric had spread across the bed. Cartman had called him nearly half an hour ago, telling him to come over if he wanted to make some easy money. Kenny, forever impoverished, couldn't pass up the chance, however skeptical he might be about his friend's intentions. With Cartman, Kenny used the term friend loosely. With Cartman, almost any amount of horror or eccentricity was possible but even Kenny, who probably knew the fat boy better than anyone else in the world, was shocked at this.
"The internet." Cartman said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "That doesn't matter now. Are you interested?"
"You want me to wear this shit?" Kenny scoffed. "There ain't enough money in the world, fat ass. You're outta your fucking mind." He turned, shaking his head, towards the door.
"Five hundred dollars." Cartman said. Kenny stopped. He had never seen five hundred dollars in the same place at once. Five hundred dollars would buy more food than he ate in a month. He turned.
"You don't have five hundred dollars."
Cartman reached into his pocket and pulled out several crisp worn bills. "Fifty, one hundred, one hundred fifty, two hundred, two hundred fifty-"
"Holy shit." Kenny murmured.
"Three hundred." Cartman smiled. "Three hundred fifty, four hundred, four hundred fifty, five hundred, just for wearing some clothes for a couple hours. Tell me that isn't reasonable, Kinny."
"That's it?" Kenny asked. "That's all I have to do?"
"Just stand still and look pretty." Cartman said. "I know you've done a lot worse for a lot less."
Kenny didn't bother to ask how Cartman knew what he'd done when his parents couldn't pay off their electricity bill or buy food for the month. He'd first met Cartman when he was five and, in the subsequent twelve years, the fat boy had proven himself capable of anything, no matter how devious. Kenny wondered what kind of trap Cartman was laying. Cartman was the cheapest bastard Kenny knew. He'd once destroyed a kid over sixteen dollars and sixty seven cents. He wouldn't just pay Kenny five hundred dollars, not to mention whatever that outfit had cost him, without some ulterior motive. Still, the money was there, guaranteed, only a few feet away. Whatever Cartman had planned, five hundred dollars was too big to pass up.
"Alright." Kenny said, reaching for the money, "But so help me, fat ass, if you try and fuck me over, I will kick your ass."
Cartman smiled and put the money back in his pocket. "You'll get paid once you've done the work." He said. "Now take off your clothes. Slowly."
Kenny glared but obeyed. Cartman sat down in his desk chair and unzipped his fly, pulling his corduroys and briefs down around his knees. Kenny averted his eyes. He had no desire to see Cartman's flaccid white dick. Kenny unzipped his bright orange hoodie, slowly as Cartman had directed, and lifted the dirty white undershirt over his head, allowing it to fall to the floor. He glanced at Cartman. The fat boy grinned, holding his penis in one grubby hand. Kenny shivered and begin to undo the strings of his sweats, also letting them fall to the floor. He could hear the soft strains of classical violins in the background. Apparently Cartman wanted mood music. Kenny shook his head, tossing his dirty blond hair, as he bent to remove his tennis shoes and sweats. He stood up straight, entirely naked, in front of Cartman.
"Well done." Cartman muttered his voice thick and guttural. His dong was stiff in his fat hand. Kenny didn't bother to hide his disgust. He turned to the garments spread out on the bed. It was bridal lingerie, white and lacy, meant for a petite but well endowed woman; a corset with cups for the breasts, frilly white panties, two lacy garters, long silk stockings and long white gloves. Kenny hesitated, unsure of how exactly to begin. The garments seemed so delicate that he was certain he'd break them and then he wouldn't be paid. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Kenny nearly fell over, spinning around and backing away.
"The fuck, Cartman?" He demanded.
Cartman only smiled. "I'll help you."
"That wasn't part of the deal!" Kenny said, looking at Cartman's stiff pale dick. Cartman rolled his eyes.
"Christ, you're stupid." He said. "The deal was you have to put on the clothes and you can't lace a corset by yourself. Not the way I want it anyway."
"Fuck the way you want it." Kenny said. He'd backed up so far, he was against the wall.
"Then I guess you took off your clothes for nothing." Cartman said, turning away. "I'm not paying you without the corset, that's the whole point. Got me all hot and bothered too. You're a tease, Kenny McCormick."
"Fuck you, asshole." Kenny raised his middle finger.
"Close the door on your way out." Cartman said. "Maybe I'll buy a new Nintendo with my five hundred dollars."
Kenny clenched his teeth. He should have known that fat fuck would pull something like this. It was one thing to wear women's clothing. Kenny was secure enough in his sexuality so long as nobody knew about it. It was quite another to have Eric Cartman's arms around him and Eric Cartman's fat dick sharking him in the back while he laced him up.
"You still here, Kinny?" Cartman asked. "Five hundred dollars, Kinny."
"Fine." Kenny said. It couldn't be that bad.
Cartman smiled. "Go over to the desk and brace yourself." He commanded. "You'll need something to hold on to."
"Don't try anything, asshole." Kenny said, obeying his command. Cartman said nothing but went to the bed, lifting the corset with a reverence Kenny could see in his eyes. Kenny looked away, bracing himself against the desk.
He could hear Cartman's footsteps muffled by the carpet and the music. Cartman slipped his arms around Kenny's slender frame, wrapping his taut abdomen in the stiff ivory garment. Neither one spoke. The corset trembled as Cartman deftly laced up the back. Kenny could feel Cartman's hot breath on the back of his neck, smelling of stale cheesy poufs. He looked down. The cloth around his torso was ivory silk, new and soft, so stiff it seemed to stand on it's own. Lace around the cup pressed against Kenny's skin as Cartman slowly pulled the stays tighter. Kenny tried to convince himself it was the cold of the room that made his nipples harden against the cloth. He felt his cheeks flush red. Cartman's curtains were open. If anyone passing on the street happened to look up… Cartman drew the stays tighter and Kenny gasped involuntarily. Cartman's firm heavy cock poked into his back, dangerously close to Kenny's asshole. The corset at least protected him from having to feel it against his skin. Kenny squirmed, his body soaked in nervous sweat, making the corset stick tighter against him. He resisted the urge to shout or scream for Cartman to stop. If he made any noise at all, some one might see them. Kenny shook underneath Cartman's grasp and started down at the desk, trying to separate himself from the situation. The corset's bodice was lined with tiny crystal beads, all intricately designed into flowers, roses and thorns down around the stays, and they shook with Kenny as Cartman pulled the corset tighter.
"Breath in deep." Cartman commanded, whispering in his ears. Kenny did so and grunted in pain as the final tug constricted his lungs and muscles. Cartman tied the knot just below Kenny's shoulder blades and stepped back to admire his work. Kenny's breath came in short gasps and he felt like he was about to pass out. He steadied himself against the desk, closing his eyes in sheer exhaustion.
"Fuck…" He whispered. Cartman was smiling at him, his dick sweaty and more erect than ever. Kenny looked away. The corset was uncomfortable, too tight and damp with his and Cartman's sweat.
"No going back now." He heard Cartman mutter. "Are you ready?"
"In a minute." Kenny said. He stood up straight and went back to the bed. His steps felt heavier with the corset on. Kenny hadn't realized how much it weight or perhaps it only seemed that way from the constriction of his lungs. It had seemed so light on the bed.
Cartman returned to his desk and sat down. Kenny turned to face him.
"Now what?" He asked softly.
"The gloves." Cartman instructed. "Put on the gloves."
Kenny reached awkwardly over the bed. The corset restricted his movements more than he'd anticipated. He lifted one glossy white glove from the bed and slipped it over his fingers. The ivory silk was cold to the touch. It rippled smooth across his skin as Kenny pulled the fabric up passed his elbow. Encased in such a delicate prison, his hand felt alien and uncanny. Kenny stared at his fingers and glanced at Cartman. The fat boy stared at him intently, holding his rock hard wang. Kenny winced, immediately regretting his wandering eyes and pulled the other glove over his fingers.
"Slowly, Kenny." Cartman whispered in a thick, husky voice. "Do it slowly or I'll do it for you. Would you like that?"
Kenny shook his head without looking at Cartman; his hair swishing against the nape of his neck. He felt as if his senses had been heightened. He could feel everything, the clinging silk of the gloves, the corset stays pinning painfully into his organs and his own sweat, mingled with Cartman's in the cold air conditioned bed room. The strains of Mozart still broke the silence, coupled the rough fwapping sound Cartman made, furiously massaging his penis. Kenny ran his fingers through his hair; the soft silk felt odd against his unwashed locks.
He looked back to the bed and picked up another article of clothing. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the garter; basically a thin circle of lace with two small ribbons dangling from the side.
"Don't be stupid, Kinny." Cartman snapped harshly. "Panties first, then the garters, then the stockings! God, I thought you watched porn."
"Porn is when girls take their clothes off, fat ass." Kenny said, tossing the garter back onto the bed, ignoring Cartman's admonishment to be careful. "I don't know what kind of fucked up shit this is."
"I wouldn't expect you to understand." Cartman said dismissively. "Panties. Now."
Kenny hesitated, lifting the frilly white knickers in his gloved hand. They were so fragile looking, so much… smaller than he was used to. He was skinny but not that skinny. These were meant for a small woman. He was a seventeen year old boy. A seventeen year old boy who was wearing a bride's tight-laced corset and opera gloves.
"Come on, Kenny." Cartman said. "It's all or nothing."
Kenny gritted his teeth. He'd come that far. All he had to do was wear some girl clothes, Cartman would get his twisted fix and Kenny would get enough money to forget about this day for a long time.
Cartman didn't have to tell him to go slow this time. Kenny bent over, holding the delicate underwear in front of his legs and stepped inside. The panties felt like nothing against his skin. A cool, rustle of silk and lace easing its way up his calves was his only sensation. They were lighter than he could have imagined. A chill went up his spine. He'd never felt anything as soft as this. Of course, he couldn't enjoy it properly, the smooth delicacy of the silk against his own rough legs, with Cartman grinning at him. He was masturbating furiously, grunting in satisfaction. Sadistic fuck. Kenny thought, wondering if the five hundred was really worth becoming Cartman's jacking off file.
As Kenny had suspected, the panties grew tighter as he easer them up onto his thighs. He couldn't force them or they would rip. The sweat on his legs made pulling the panties slightly easier but it was still only a centimeter at a time. Finally, impossibly, Kenny managed to secure them around his waist. His think yellow pubic hair rode up uncomfortably away from the silk and it was too tight around his cock and balls. Still, the silk was nicer than anything he'd felt in a long time. Soft and clinging, it was like a warm smooth hammock for his penis. The frills looks alien on his crouch but Kenny's smaller brain responded favorably, much to his embarrassment. He hoped Cartman wouldn't notice. Maybe the frills were large enough to-
Of course, he'd noticed. Why should any of this be easy or enjoyable. The fat boy giggled mercilessly, groaning with orgasm, staring with an evil grin at Kenny's stiffening penis.
"Guess, I was wrong, Kenny!" He laughed outright, biting his lower lip, as Kenny blushed with a rage. "Maybe you do understand."
"Shut up, Fat boy!" Kenny glared.
"Oh come on, Kinny." Cartman's grin turned into a sly smile, sweat rolling down his cheeks. "It's alright to be stimulated. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You just like the way it feels, don't you?"
Kenny wished he could stop blushing.
"Admit it, Kenny. You like this, don't you?" Cartman stood and sidled over to him, his penis still dripping with semen. "You like the way it feels." His fat fingers brushed lightly against the nape of Kenny's neck.
"Don't touch me." Kenny growled.
Cartman ignored him, trailing his fingers down along Kenny's neck, his shoulders, the corset's bodice, resting tightly against him pectorals. "Tell me you like it." Cartman whispered, huskily. Kenny's skin crawled at the touch of his fat fingers, still sticky and cum covered, against his body. He couldn't take it…
"Fine!" Kenny swatted his hand away and stepped back. Cartman just smiled. "It feels… alright. It's silk, dumb ass! It's… soft. I don't like this!" He gestured to his body, now almost unrecognizable in woman's clothing. "This is wrong!"
"We're all wrong, Ken." Cartman smiled, returning to his chair. He sat and regarded Kenny entirely, his eyes leering up and down the boy's wiry form. Kenny blushed harder, cursing under his breath. "I just know how to enjoy it. The garters are next. You slide them on your leg, up to the thigh."
Kenny snatched them off the bed in fury. He tossed one back and lifted his leg.
"Slowly, Kenny!" Cartman commanded. "You did so well in the panties! Take your time. Enjoy it."
"I don't enjoy this, fat ass." Kenny said, fighting to regain his composure.
"No, of course not." Cartman smiled. "You're just here for the cash, right?"
"That's right." Kenny slipped the garter around his ankle and began to slide it up his leg, as Cartman had instructed.
"It's purely economical."
"Economical." The garter was scratchier than the panties had been but still soft on his skin. Kenny let it rest on his thigh, surprised as how well it stayed, even if it pressed to tightly, too strange around him.
"You know the first rule of economics, Kenny." Cartman said. "The customer is always right. Go slowly, or all of this is for nothing."
"I will kick your fat ass for this, Cartman." Kenny promised.
"Not in that outfit." He smiled. "The other one now… slowly..."
Kenny obeyed. The second garter went up about the same, strange but not uncomfortable until the elastic stuck into place. He took his time, as Cartman instructed, never meeting the other boy's eyes as he secured the foreign clothing to his body.
"Good." Cartman's voice was low and guttural. "Good, Kenny. Just one more. You know how stockings work, right? They're just long socks. You tie them to the garters with the ribbons."
Kenny nodded. He sat down on the bed. The corset forced him to sit straight. The stays made him gasp for air as his lungs shifted beneath them. Cartman laughed.
"No good, Kenny. Stand up. You don't sit right."
Kenny stood, not wanting to hear how Cartman wanted him to sit. He stood still, waiting for instructions.
"Put your right foot on the bed, keep your left foot on the floor."
Kenny obeyed, blushing again. His heart was pounding. Standing that way, exposed his entire crotch, including his sizable, stiffening member, to Cartman's greedy eyes.
"Pick up the stocking. Ease it on to your foot."
To get to the stocking, Kenny had to lean forward across his knee. His chest pressed up against his thigh, the stiff corset bodice crushing and rustling against the skin. He slipped the cool silk beginnings of the stocking around his dirty toes.
"Lift your foot a little and pull. Slowly."
Kenny fought to maintain his balance. The corset made moving difficult. It wouldn't bend with his body. The stays pressed hard against his lungs, painfully jutting into his ribs. The stockings went up slow, sticking with the sweat and hair, twisting up against it's tightening delicacy. Worst though was the pressure against the panties, his erection ignoring the shame and humiliation racing through Kenny's mind.
"Lean back." Cartman told him when the stocking had made it up passed Kenny's knee. "Tie the ribbons on the stocking to the ribbons on the garter. Tie it in a bow. Nice and neat."
Kenny fumbled with the strings, knowing full well that if he didn't do it right, Cartman would come and do it for him. He couldn't stand that. Kenny couldn't stand that fat fuck leaning over him, hot with sweat and stale cum, touching his body. He tied the bow slowly, careful to make it neat, but his fingers felt heavy and unwieldy in the gloves. Finally, he managed to finish the bow. He looked to Cartman for approval.
The fat boy nodded. His face was shining in pleasure and satisfaction. His light brown hair was plastered against his face with sweat and his broad grin made Kenny feel ill.
"Now the other one." He said. "Just like that."
Kenny switched his legs, his thigh brushing awkwardly against his penis. He grimaced slightly. It would be over soon, he kept telling himself, it would be over soon and then he would get the money and he would shower… as if any shower could make this go away.
He pull the stocking up over his foot, almost losing his balance. Cartman chuckled in front of him. Kenny stopped and breathed in as much as the corset would allow him and finished sliding the silk up passed knee. He tied the bow again, his fingers slippery with sweat inside the glove. The garters seemed tighter now that they held up the stockings. The lace floated delicately below the straining panties. Kenny swallowed hard. He was done.
"Stand up straight." Cartman said, rising from his chair. Kenny obeyed, standing with only his head bowed. He couldn't look Cartman in the eye. Cartman slipped two fat fingers beneath Kenny's chin and lifted his head with surprising gentleness. Cartman circled the blonde boy, admiring the clothing's effect. Kenny felt dizzy. He struggled to maintain his balance with the little air the corset allowed him.
"Why, Kinny…" Cartman whispered, not bothering to mask the smugness in his voice. "You're trembling…"
"Sh-shut up…" Kenny muttered, blushing furiously.
Cartman said nothing but placed his hand, still sticky with the cum of his orgasms, against Kenny's spin. "Walk." He whispered, pushing Kenny forward. Kenny hesitated but didn't fight. It occurred to him that he was completely at Cartman's mercy. The fat boy was bigger than he was and, though Kenny was an exceptional fighter from years of bullshit provided by bullies, he couldn't breathe properly and where could he run dressed in bridal lingerie?
Cartman lead him to the closet door. He pulled it open, revealing a full length mirror. Kenny couldn't help but look. The full effect hit him like a ton of bricks. Seeing himself head on, instead of staring down at pieces of the transformation, was enough to startle him. Kenny backed into Cartman's hand, gasping involuntarily. He was standing too close. Kenny could feel his breath on the nape of his neck, hot and excited, but he couldn't stop staring at his reflection.
It was totally alien. The stockings clung to his legs, sweaty and opaque. His feet and knees were unrecognizable so clothed in the pure ivory silk. They stood in place, chilled slightly in the air conditioning, held high by the garters. Their lace flapped out, accentuating the muscled curve of his thighs, juxtaposed against his rough skin and hairy legs. The bows connecting the soft silk ribbons were taut on his skin, tiny and perfect. Kenny shudder at the thought of actually trying to please Cartman. What had he done?
Above the garters, his erection pressed shamefully against the frilled panties. Kenny stared at his offending organ in shame. The panties were stretched to capacity, their shining white layers lifting at the poke of his penis. Kenny shuddered, disgusted with himself. The thin elastic gripped his hips like a vice, held in place by his stiffened, seemed so small in the white silk, hanging useless at his sides, unable to fix the problem in his panties.
No, damn it! Kenny screamed inside his head, unable to bear the thought that he'd just referred to them as "His" panties. It was wrong. Wrong! This wasn't him It's not me…he fought not to cry. He'd rather die than give Cartman the satisfaction It's not me! but his reflection told a different story.
The corset pressed against his skin, reshaping his body into a womanly curve, the beads shimmering as Kenny trembled, trying to catch his breath. The breast cups, empty as they were looked surprisingly convincing especially as the lace pressed against his chest. His blush had spread down around his neck and shoulders. Even as the corset constricted his breathing, the panties strained against the shame of his erection, the garters tightly encircled his thighs and the silk gloves and stockings clung to his skin, Kenny felt exposed, naked, staring at himself in the mirror. He was blushing like a school girl. No, a bride… a blushing bride frightened of the inevitable deflowering. His whole body shock, the lace and frills rustling louder than he could have imagined. Kenny's blonde hair lay flat and snarled with sweat, plastered around his cheeks and neck. Behind him, Cartman smiled, almost sentimental.
"You're a beautiful bride, Kenny." He whispered, leaning in close and wrapping his arms around Kenny's waist. "Beautiful…" His breath was hot in Kenny's ear.
"Do you know the tradition behind the garter, Kenny?" Cartman asked softly. Kenny didn't answer. He couldn't answer.
"At weddings…." Cartman whispered, "The groom removes the bride's garter for good luck and tosses it to the unmarried men." His hand slipped down along Kenny's thigh, his fat fingers reaching deftly for the precisely tied bows. "I read about it on Wikipedia…"
"Please…" Kenny swallowed hard, closing his eyes. "Don't…!"
"Do you know what it said?" Cartman asked, ignoring him. He'd bent down at his knees to undo the ribbon. His face was inches from Kenny's crotch.
"It said "The symbolism to deflowering is unambiguous." Isn't that interesting?" He pulled the bow strings and the ribbons felt lightly against Kenny's legs. Kenny groaned, closing his eyes in fear and dread.
"Of course, you're about the opposite of a virgin." Cartman chuckled, sticking his thumbs beneath the elastic and stretching it passed the stockings. "Still…" He said, sliding the garter down Kenny's calve. "I bet this is the first time you've have your garter taken by a man."
"Stop it…" Kenny begged. He had no more quips, no more threats or profanity. He was at Cartman's mercy and he knew it. "Please, stop it."
"Open your eyes." Cartman commanded, rising back to stare into Kenny's face. Kenny's blue eyes opened, welling with shamed tears. He glanced to the mirror, unable to face Cartman. His reflection stared back, like a present with ripped wrapping paper. With the garter missing, the silk stocking easily succumbed to gravity, exposing Kenny's bare knee to the chill of the room. He was shacking. Cartman grinned, holding the garter crunched in his chubby cum covered hand.
"In ancient times, the groomsmen would take it themselves, by force. In the resulting melee, with everyone grabbing and tearing at her for the garter, her gown would be destroyed, leaving the bride stark naked."
"Please, don't." Kenny whispered, barely audible. Cartman chuckled.
"Relax." He said, clapping Kenny on the shoulder. "You did good."
He stepped back toward the desk, pulling on his corduroys from where he'd left them. Kenny stared after him, not willing to believe it was over. Cartman reached into his pocket and pulled out the wad of cash. He waved the money at Kenny. "You earned this." He went to his desk drawer and removed an envelope. "I'll just leave it on the bed. It's all there."
He stood for a moment, watching Kenny with a dreamy expression. "You really are beautiful…"
Kenny looked away.
"I'll leave you alone." Cartman said. "Let you…" He nodded towards Kenny's erection. "Take care of things. Leave the clothes on the bed when you're done… excellent work, Kenny."
He turned toward the door.
"Cartman?" He stopped, turning with a smile.
"Yes?"
"Can you… help me?" Kenny blushed, hating himself as he did. "With the corset?"
Cartman grinned and stroked the fat on his chin. Kenny took a step backwards, instantly nervous.
"Sure." He came forward, "Turn around."
Kenny did so and breathed a sigh of relief as the stays relaxed and he could breath again. Slowly, Cartman de-laced the corset, allowing the stiff ivory sides to fall away from Kenny's body. Cartman took it back and laid it on the bed like a loving mother.
"…thanks." Kenny said.
"No, thank you, Kenny." Cartman said with a smile. He bowed slightly and closed the door behind him.
With Cartman gone, Kenny stood for a few moments, unsure if it was really over. Then he peeled away the gloves from his arms, pulled off the stocking and removed the last garter from his thigh, placing them carefully on the bed.
Kenny glanced into the mirror. The last vestige of Cartman's outfit remained alone; his- the panties still rested softly on his risen penis. Kenny began to shake more violently than before. Why? Why was he turned on by this, the single most degrading, humiliating experience of his life? Why was he aroused with Cartman, a cruel and sadistic tyrant, and why didn't it instantly fade at his touch? Why didn't his erection fade now?
Cartman was right. Kenny hated himself for it but he was right. There was nothing Kenny could do but… take care of himself, thereby cementing his shame.
He slid his panties down below his thighs and gripped his throbbing member. He stroked back and forth along his full seven inches with both hands. Finally he peaked and the warm cream spurted into his cupped hands as tears rolled down his cheeks. Kenny sobbed, dropping to the floor. He only cried for a minute, cursing himself and cursing Cartman, wiping his shame on the carpet. Then he stood, removing the panties and laying them down next to the corset. He could see himself in the mirror, completely naked, red faced and ashamed.
Kenny pulled on his sweats, sneakers and hoodie, trying to reclaim who'd he'd once been. He shoved the money in his pocket, not bothering to count it, and raced downstairs. He closed the door behind him, thankful that he hadn't met Cartman again.
The fat boy had gone to the bathroom to clean himself and had not emerged until he heard the front door slam. Kenny was gone. Cartman congratulated himself as he waddled back up the stairs, to check on his room.
Everything appeared in order. The entire outfit, in all it's soiled splendor lay on the bed. Cartman removed Kenny's garter from his pocket and tenderly placed it with the others. Even he was surprised at how well his plan had gone. He noted the stain on the carpet with satisfaction. He hadn't anticipated that Kenny would become aroused the first time. The entire idea, his shame and embarrassment, was frankly delicious, but only the last details would make the afternoon flawless.
Cartman sat down in front of his laptop and opened the new window. The surveillance footage of Kenny, staring down at the bridal collection, in shock, popped up to the screen. Cartman grinned at checked the other cameras he'd set up about the room. The camera replacing Clyde Frog's button eye had captured the blonde boy bending over the bed perfectly. The only in the frame above the window caught his gasp as Cartman's image pulled the corset tighter around his slender little body. And the one in the mirror got the full effect, the gasp at his reflect, the garter, begging for mercy, begging for help… all those plaintive pleas. Cartman felt himself stiffen at the thought of it. Then, Kenny's last trail for the day; his shamed and hurried masturbation, the sobbing climax, illuminated the screen. Cartman smiled and clicked save, closing his laptop in total satisfaction.
"Oh Kenny." He murmured to himself, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Oh, my little slut. What fun we're going to have."
Yeah, so I get that Forced Feminization might not be for everyone. If you didn't like it, please eat some cookies and don't flame me. If you did like it, reviews are loved so much. I'd enjoy a continuation.
Note; I'm not saying in this fic that cross dressing or homosexuality is shameful. Kenny is ashamed because Cartman was able to arouse him in a completely abusive way.