Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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When Jared arrived at BCS, he had traveled the furthest of any student, over 900 miles. His grandmother had suggested the school to his parents and after meeting with Mr. Marcus they agreed with her this might very well solve their son's problems. Since kindergarten, he'd been teased about his weight and when in third grade the fat went to his chest, the other boys starting joking he was a girl. Grandma had watched her own two boys grow up with the same ridicule. Jared's father and uncle had both inherited her physique and had had to endure being the brunt of their classmates' cruel jokes.

It had not been the same for Grandma herself. Sure, she was heavy, but she'd always had male admirers who considered her "pleasingly plump." On a female big boobs and a fat ass were assets.

Her two sons grew up and managed to find wives who loved them despite their weight. They each sired two children, all boys. Three of the cousins took after their slim mothers and were fine strapping lads with many friends. Jared did not. Every day at school was torture.

BCS was a revelation in many ways. Of course, Jared discovered his true gender. The new clothes, especially the bras, felt extremely comfortable. But Melissa's most important epiphany was discovering there were so many people in the world who appreciated her physique. At both the formal dinners and the open cat house nights, she was chosen above her skinnier sisters by men who found her large breasts and butt definite turn-ons.

"Why didn't Daddy come?" Melissa asked her mother as they drove away from BCS.

"Things are sorta busy at work, Jar... I mean Melissa. He felt he couldn't take the time. But he's very excited to see you when get home tomorrow." She didn't bother explaining that Melissa's father was busy with his secretary, too busy to take four fuckin days to go get his own child.

"Hey, Mom, this isn't the way we came last month."

"No, Melissa, we're going home by way of Plainview. Your grandmother invited us to stay at her house tonight. She's so anxious to see her only granddaughter." Melissa had only seen her Dad's mother a few times, but always liked her. Four years ago, both sons had brought their families to celebrate their father's 65th birthday. As Jared's brother and cousins played ball, the chubby unathletic boy found comfort in his grandma's big bosom. Two years later, they all returned for a less happy occasion, Grandpa's funeral. And now they were on their way to see her again.

"Oh my, Child, don't you look beautiful! Turn around and let me see you from all sides. Melissa. What a perfect name. Darling, let me see you walk. Oh yeah, you've learned how to swing that gorgeous ass. When you get back to school, you'll be turning heads so fast, they're going to start falling off. Come on, Girl. Let's go inside so you can show me all your pretty new clothes. Your mama wants to see them as well, I'm sure."

Grandma's house reminded Melissa of the Sorority at BCS with its wraparound porch and multiple bedrooms. "This is my bedroom and over here is your daddy's old room. I thought he was coming with you."

"No, he's real busy at work."

Grandma looked over at her daughter-in-law and raised her eyebrow. She knew. "Well, anyway your mama can sleep in there. And I set up the guest room for you, Melissa."

The girl glanced at the open door across the hall and saw a Jeff Gordon poster. "What's this room?"

"That was your uncle's room growing up. Now it's Earl's room."

"Who's Earl?"

"He's my boy friend, Child. Now, don't look so shocked, you two. I may be a widow lady, but I ain't a dried prune. Earl will be here later. He's out at the track right now. He loves his Nascar." Melissa tried to picture the old codger who was taking her grandpa's place. "Now, let's go in your room, Melissa and you can start showing us all your lovely dresses."

For the next couple hours, Melissa changed from one outfit to another so her mother and grandmother could ooh and ahh. Meanwhile, she told them all about BCS, her teachers, her sisters, her lessons, and the men she entertained. The two women had never seen her so happy.

"Oh, Child, I can tell you really loved it. And more important, I can see you really love yourself now. I wish I'd known about that school when your father and uncle were young'uns. They would have been so much happier as girls."

"Yeah, but then Mommy wouldn't have married Daddy."

"That's true, Child. And worst of all, then I wouldn't have my precious granddaughter."

"How did you learn about BCS?"

"One of my friends, Maria, in the aerobics class at the senior center told me about it. Oh, there you go again, you two, rolling your eyes. Yes, I do aerobics. How do you think I keep my shapely figure!" They all laughed.

"Is that where you met Earl, at the Senior Center?"

"Earl, Good Gracious, No! He wouldn't be caught dead in that place."

"Wait a minute, how did Maria know about the school?"

"Oh, her boy works there. Alonzo or Alberto or something."

"Alejandro?"

"Yes, that was it. So you know him."

"Of course I know him. He burned up all my old boy clothes and he liked to feel my boobs, cause my sisters didn't have any except for falsies. His cock is nice and long and sort of curves to one side. He said he liked my fat ass, He he."

"Maria will be glad to hear you're so fond of him."

The ten-year old had just finished putting on her sexy cat house outfit,--high heels, fishnet stockings, Day-Glo green spandex miniskirt and a forest green sheer silk tunic with rhinestones which couldn't hide the black bra that pushed her boobs forward,--when a man's voice said, "Now there's a girl who knows how to give a guy a hardon." She looked up and saw a man standing at the guest room door. Six foot four, with pecs that strained his wife beater, biceps like tree trunks, and a grin that lit up the room, he was no older than 35.

Grandma went over and gave him a big kiss while his hand squeezed her ample behind. "Melissa, I'd like you to meet my Earl."

The girl put out her hand, but Earl scooped her up like she was weightless, held her bottom on one arm and kissed her on the mouth. "You sure are a pretty little thing." Melissa blushed as he rubbed her boobs.

Grandma looked at Mama and said, "Now, I know what you're thinking and don't worry. Earl ain't after my money. Your husband and his brother are still going to get everything their father left me. Ain't that right, Earl."

"Hell, I'm not after her bank account, I'm only interested in her fat old pussy." And with that, he pushed his free hand between Melissa's thighs.

"Earl favors the chubby ones, you see. Like that bimbo you brought home last week. She must have been 250 at least. Oh, there you go again, you two. Honestly, of course he fucks other fat asses besides mine. Melissa, Honey, you might as well learn now. Guys ain't built for monogamy. Your grandpa certainly wasn't. He had plenty of chicks in his little black book. And your Daddy too. I bet he's pounding that secretary right now. Hell, you don't think all those men you fucked at that school were single, do you?"

Melissa's mother retired early; she had a long drive ahead of her the next day. Melissa too changed for bed, but she was too wide awake. She kept thinking about all the things her grandmother had said. Around midnight, she heard Grandma's voice, "Psst. Are you awake, Girl?"

"Yeah, Grandma, come on in." The old lady entered in an ankle length nightgown with long sleeves that contrasted with the young girl's baby doll nightie. Following her was Earl, wearing only a pair of paisley boxers. "You don't mind if Earl tries out your young cunt, do you, Girl?" He didn't wait for an answer but climbed into her bed, french kissed her mouth and fingered her anus while Grandma looked on smiling. He spun around to 69 her, sticking his thick cock in her mouth as he burrowed his face between her two fat buttocks. Grandma decided everything was under control and went back to her own bed.

A month later, Melissa found what was true of men was also true of ten-year old boys. The lads who once harassed Jared and made his life a living hell, now wanted to play with Melissa, now wanted to get in her skirt. The other girls were jealous both of her beautiful breasts and of the fact that the boys were always hanging around her house. Even prepubescent lads can get erections and she was happy to show them where to put their hardons.

And what was true for ten-year old boys was also true for her brother's teenage buddies, who were thrilled to find not only that he now had a sister but one whose mouth and boi cunt were so willing to accommodate them.

And what was true for boys ten or fifteen, was also true for their fathers proving her grandmother right, "Guys ain't built for monogamy." Melissa and her mother worked out a sliding scale. Her brother, father, uncle and cousins (who began visiting more often) were free, the ten-year olds from school got oral for $5 and anal for $10. For her brother's friends, oral was $15 and anal $30. And the adults gladly forked over $35 for a blow job and $75 for an hour's romp in bed. This provided her with the funds necessary to maintain her wardrobe.

The shemale took her pills every day, and also took her grandmother's advice about exercise. So by her eleventh birthday, the chubbiness in her belly had migrated north making her breasts pleasingly ample, a 34C.

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