“Well, you heard her. Become a girl.” A few dads said jokingly, upon hearing Beatani’s comment on Moka’s naturally feminine art style. “H-haha yeah very funny guys.” Focus of the dads quickly returned to the stream after a laugh and Moka was saved. He realized that he had goosebumps all over his body and Beatani’s comment flushed him. Moka took a deep breath and shook off the weird thoughts, there was no need to overthink a simple joke.
After the stream watchalong, Moka returned to his room. He opened the closet to change his clothes but there was a mysterious package inside. The note left on the package read “Here’s your late valentine’s gift Mokachama.” Inside the package, there was a JK sailor uniform with a miniskirt and thigh high socks. Moka was paralyzed, he didn’t know if he was to be scared or flattered or insulted. Someone had snuck into his room without his permission and left women’s clothes as a “valentine’s gift” With mixed emotions, Moka inspected the dress. Even though it’s a creepy as hell way to give someone a gift like this, he couldn’t help but appreciate it a little, he had never received a valentine’s gift before. Moka felt a genuineness in the creepy, autistic way the gift was delivered, only a dad could come up with this. It definitely wasn’t a prank either, he really did have a secret admirer.
Now that Moka had access to women’s clothing, he remembered what Bea said. Maybe she was right, maybe he was supposed to explore his feminine side. Moka concluded that it wouldn’t hurt to try out the clothes once. He just wanted to see what he would look like or err, what the fabric would feel like, at least that’s what the told himself. Thankfully, there were no panties, so he didn’t have to take off his manly boxers and got to keep a part of his masculinity. Moka checked himself out in the mirror. His stiff, manly pose oddly gave him some relief. “See? I’m not a girl.” He tried a few different poses to see if he could get better results. The ice that kept him rigid and unable to unleash his femininity started melting as she discovered something under her awkward movements, potential. The dress fit her small frame nicely and he could definitely pass as a girl from afar. This discovery terrified Moka, but he kept doing peace signs in the mirror, trying to be cuter and cuter. He lifted his skirt a bit for shits and giggles, the short skirt immediately revealed everything and realized that he’s wet. Pulling his boxers down, Moka saw that he’s rock hard and dripping loads of precum, somehow, he was too carried away to even realize he's hard until now. “T-this can’t be true… G-getting hard from something like this…” Moka glanced at the mirror, his cute penis slowly dripping cum added a whole new layer to his look, with skirt pulled up, boxers pulled down revealing how wet he is and a cherry-red face to top it off, he looked like he was begging to get ravished.
Moka leaned on the wall and gently stroked his diamond hard cock with his feminine hands. His movements were that of a maiden, he slowly jerked off as if it was his first time as the guilty pleasure of his perversion tied knots in his throat. The sheer heat from the exhilaration created a mind-numbing fever, his strokes got faster and faster yet stopped at the very edge again and again. The shame of cumming while crossdressing kept him from ejaculating, but he kept pushing himself as he had lost control. Eventually, pleasure overcame the gut-wrenching guilt and Moka shot hot, sticky ropes of cum all the way up to his face. As his head cleared and breathing went back to normal, Moka realized what he had done. Countless loads covered his skirt, stomach, dress, face and even hair, he never came with such force before. Unable to excuse his degenerate behavior, Moka silently got up to take a shower and wash his clothes.
Next morning, while Moka was having breakfast in the cafeteria, he received a discord notification. “Eh? It must be just Bea telling us to watch he- ” It was instead, a DM from someone called SBL, his account had no profile picture, the message read “Hello sweet honey angel, I hope you enjoyed your present. I forgot to give you the most important piece though, meet me at 8PM, floor 6 next to room 654 so I can give it to you. Don’t worry, there will be nobody there so you can come properly dressed.” Just who the hell could this creepy autist be? Moka’s skin crawled when he thought about the possibilities, there was no way he would go. At least that’s what the told himself at first, but he couldn’t deny that deep down, he found his behavior somewhat sweet. No one had gifted him anything out of the blue before, especially not something like this, and it would be a lie if he said that he didn’t enjoy the gift too. Least he could do to return the favor is at least let his secret admirer see him in the dress, right? He asked himself.
Moka spent half an hour trying to change his hairstyle so no one would recognize him in the chance someone spotted him on his way to the 6th floor. In the end, he clumsily braided his hair and tied a blue ribbon to it and left the room as he was running out of time. There was no one around but walking outside dressed in women’s clothes excited him, his legs were shaking so much that it was giving him trouble walking. He arrived at the rendezvous, his heartbeats got faster and faster in anticipation. Shortly after his arrival, a tall man emerged from the shadows, he had a spectacular beard and cutting-edge technology headphones. “Hi there, Mokachama.” Moka yelped as he was startled at his sudden appearance. “L-Linuschama? So… Y-you are SBL?” Moka asked, stuttering. “Haha yes it was me, LBS-SBL, genius isn’t it, I knew no one could tell it’s me with a name like that. You look beautiful by the way.” Smooth tone of his voice had no awkwardness at all, is this really the creepy autist that sent him that DM? “T-thank you… I uhh I… Um, T-thanks for the gift, I-I appreciate it.” Moka was shaking and breathing heavily like he just finished running a marathon, appearing in such a vulnerable and feminine state in front of a man almost twice his size had triggered his fight or flight instincts, but there was another force keeping him in place, submission. “It was my pleasure, Mokachama. It’s a delight to see you enjoy it.” Said Linus, with a chuckle and an earnest smile. Moka was charmed by Linus, he was a good looking, sweet and smooth guy. “Ah, here is the missing piece.” Linus took out a pair of panties and gave them to Moka. It was white with cyan stripes, classic. “T-thanks…” Moka was trying his best to hide his red face with his hair. “Well, aren’t you gonna try it on? Don’t worry, I won’t look.” Linus said, with a wink. “E-eh? What? Right now?” Unable to object, Moka walked into the corner to wear the panties as Linus turned around. Moka replaced her sticky underwear with the panties. Linus turned around when Moka finished changing, his small, feminine penis had formed a tent in her skirt. Moka gave up on trying to hide his erection and face, he fidgeted by playing with his braid as he prayed for Linus to not make fun of him. “You look adorable Mokachama!” Linus’s voice had a genuine tone. “T-thank you LBSchama… C-can I ask… W-why did you buy me this?” Moka asked. “You know that I like every single post dads make right? Well, the one who I truly like… is you. I wanted to confess my feelings, and this seemed like a fitting gift for you.” Until now, Moka had been unsure if this whole thing was some kind of prank but now, he knew for sure that Linus truly did have feelings for him. “I… I like you too… Linuschama…” Linus grabbed Moka’s chin and gently pulled her face up, locking eyes. His glorious beard scratched Moka’s face as they deeply kissed. Linus quickly kabedon’d Moka after their lips parted. “Now, may I see the panties?” the tone of his voice made his request sound more like an order. Moka lifted his skirt to reveal his cum stained panties. Linus grinned, “Good girl.”
A WEEK LATER, AT THE DAD MEETUP CENTER
“Oh? Linuschama? Who’s the girl?” ** asked to Linus who was sitting at a table together with a cute girl. “Right, I never introduced her to dads before. She’s my girlfriend Moka” Moka stiffened with fear when he heard his name dropped. Luckily * couldn’t make the connection between “Moka” and “Blue Moka” thinking it could be any random Moka. *** left and Linus tapped a button on his phone screen “You can take off the gag now.” Moka took off his mask and pulled out a dildo gag from his mouth. “P-please… Don’t turn it up so hi-“ Moka was cut short by Linus turning his remote controlled vibrator to the highest intensity. “Haa~ Haa~ I-I’m s-s-sorry p-please… I’ll I-I’ll…” Knowing the limits of his toy well, Linus turned off the vibrator just before Moka came. “Don’t tell me what to do, dog. Do you think my judgement is wrong or something?” Moka immediately bowed down “N-no sir!” Linus quickly rewarded him with headpats. After letting him take a little break, Linus turned the vibrator on again set on a lower intensity. As they walked among the dads Linus constantly changed the rhythm and intensity of Moka’s vibrator depending on the reactions of the dads around. When a dad simply glanced at them Moka’s prostate was hit with a gentle vibration, when a dad interacted with them the vibrator would attack Moka mercilessly. Leaking from his chastity cage barely covered by his mini skirt, Moka left a trail of precum behind like a horny snail. Finally, in a semi-public place where dads seldom passed by, Linus pulled Moka into a remote corner. He pulled Moka’s dildo gag out as his slippery onahole of a throat let out warm steam. As soon as he could speak, Moka started begging for cock “Please! Please fuck my throatpussy, sir!” Linus pulled out his huge cock and rested it on Moka’s face who was kneeling on the ground. “First, let’s hear you say that again.” Linus said, as he aimed his phone camera at Moka’s face. His will completely broken by lust for cock, Moka said “P-please fuck my throatpussy with your huge dick, master!” while doing double peace signs for the camera. Pleased with Moka’s obedience, Linus rammed his cock down Moka’s throat. Like a machine made to milk every last drop of cum from his dick, Moka’s throat masterfully pleasured the thick slab of meat as his lips sucked with no lesser performance than a first-grade vacuum cleaner. Moka greedily gulped down Linus’s thick spunk, careful not to spill any. “Ahh~ You are really good at this Mokachama. I guess you earned your mating session now.” Moka’s eyes flashed with excitement. Linus put a collar around Moka’s neck and tugged his leash before making him wear dog ears as well. Linus made Moka get on all fours and made him walk like a dog all the way to his room, the thought of a dad walking by and seeing him like that brought him to the edge many times but he fought the urge as his master did not allow him to cum without permission. Linus sat on the bed, inviting Moka to ride him like a cowgirl, at this point Moka was drooling and panting like an actual dog. As Moka’s blinking, wet slit slowly descended upon Linus’s cock a camera in the corner beeped and started livestreaming. “Not so fast Mokachama, we’re live on clover club see. I need you to introduce yourself before you can ride me.” Linus tugged Moka’s collar again as he faced the camera. “H-hello dads, moms, brothers, sisters and friends~ I am Blue Moka and I-I’m a slut for LBSchama’s dadcock!” without a care for his reputation, Moka took the entirety of Linus’s member in with one swift move. Acting like a seasoned whore on camera and expertly moving his hips like a slut, Moka rode Linus’s cock like his life depended on it, moaning loudly and exclaiming how good it feels with no shame whatsoever. “Miss me with that gay shit” “SEEEEX” “T-that’s my dadoshi…” “GIWTWM Haa…” chat quickly filled with dads as word got around at lightspeed. Within minutes, Moka’s true nature was exposed to all the dads. Unable to take any more stimulation, Moka spurted out a week’s load that was endlessly teased and repressed, his eyes rolled back, and the intense electric waves of pleasure made him collapse into Linus’s arms as he filled his dadpussy with cum until there wasn’t even a single inch of Moka’s insides that was left unpainted white. And with that, Moka earned the title of “dogdad” a nickname he's secretly proud of. Even though he pouts and acts like he wants to forget about such a humiliating event, he gets excited whenever he is teased about it.