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The summer months in France were hot, but nowhere near as oppressive as they had been on Midorijima. Being farther from the shore led to less humidity, and generally the temperature was easier to bear. Still, Trip squinted as the sun seemed to beam directly into his eyes.
Like Virus, he held a popsicle coated in a layer of white chocolate, the creamy insides trickling through the cracks of the outer layer and getting his fingers messy. Sugar always seemed to stick no matter how many napkins he went through, and he sighed knowing he'd get the doorknob tacky on his way inside.
The pair sat on the steps of their new porch. They'd gotten settled over the past few months, but after living on the island all their lives it was still quite the change to get used to.
Aoba had quite the busy morning, with it being a “shared” day. Taking both Virus and Trip at once always seemed to tire him out, and the duo were kind enough to let him rest in Virus’s bed to recover. He'd done so well for them after all, it was only polite to grant him a break.
Even if he did have to be bound while he was at it.
“Say, Trip.” Virus spoke up between bites of ice cream. His voice was a welcome change from the constant hum of the cicadas, which the pair had realized were the same no matter where they went.
Trip grunted in response, struggling as his ice cream's base began to crack and flake off. Distracted as he was, he could sense the mischievous smile that Virus was flashing him.
“Do you ever think Aoba-san would be cuter if he were a girl?”
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The plan started off small.
Changing their speech patterns to use feminine pronouns instead of masculine was easy enough. Although “san” was gender-neutral, the pair had opted to use the honorific “chan” instead, as Virus said it was “cuter” and “implied femininity." While practicing their French, they referred to Aoba using feminine terms.
They'd go shopping for gifts frequently. Lacy panties, satin camisoles, pleated skirts. Aoba always accepted them with tears pricking at his eyes, his pride being chipped away with each new addition to his wardrobe.
Today the bag he was given contained a small training bra, lacy and intricate as always.
“Say thank you, Aoba-chan.” Virus cooed. It was his turn with him today, which Aoba was slightly grateful for.
Aoba forced a smile, nuzzling his nose into Virus’s chest. He'd learned that affection was an acceptable form of gratitude, and if he behaved he would usually have an easier time in the evening hours.
Aoba rarely spoke these days. Virus and Trip missed his voice of course, but it seemed threatening him into speaking wasn't an option. If he opened his mouth he'd usually just scream, which would mean they'd have to gag him, which would mean he couldn't use his pretty mouth to suck them off. All around it was a pitiful chain of events, so they let him stay quiet.
Virus let his expression soften, bringing a hand to the “girl’s” hair. He jolted at the initial touch, then relaxed as he realized Virus was being gentle. The stimulation still hurt, but not nearly as badly as it could. Not as badly as it would if he were with Trip.
Virus grinned. “Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”
Aoba’s stomach churned at the words, but if he were to lash out it would only end badly for him. He fixed his smile after it had faltered for a moment, and hummed in agreement.
Virus’s hand traveled down from his scalp to his back, pausing to trace a swirl along the bare skin before making its way down to Aoba's ass. He was only covered by a thin layer of sheer pink panties, the kind that were made of mesh and showed him off nicely.
Just how Virus liked it.
“Sit back.” Despite his soft demeanor, Aoba knew the request wasn't optional.
He did as he was told.
Aoba assumed Virus was going to dress him up in his new gift, but as the man's hand slid down past his stomach and began kneading him through the mesh, he realized what was happening.
His breath hitched at the touch. He still felt nauseous every time this happened, but the two of them had conditioned him well. His body reacted against his will, his dick quickly beginning to stiffen.
The sooner he cums, the sooner it's over.
Virus hummed in delight at the reaction, but it wasn't quite as big as he'd like.
He pulled his hand away, moving Aoba off of his lap as he stands, picking up a bag near the bedroom door.
“You know, the bra wasn't the only gift I got you today. There was a lovely sex shop in town, a small business I believe. Everything they sell is independently made.”
Virus dug in the bag for a moment, and emerged with a dildo in one hand and what looked to be a starfish in the other. It was hard to believe the thing was a sex toy, it even has a small smiling face printed on the front.
He climbed back onto the bed, handing the toys to Aoba.
“This,” Virus pointed to the more familiar looking device, “Is a thrusting vibrator. It has a suction cup here and a button here, see? We can attach it to the wall and turn it on, and it will do the work for you.”
Aoba couldn't bring himself to react, it felt like he was just watching his body move, not actually controlling it.
“And this one,” Virus pointed to the star, “This is a vibrator that's wide enough that you won't be able to see your genitalia while we use it. It's recommended for girls like you.”
Girls like you.
The words repeated in Aoba's mind as his heart sank.
This was his reality now, wasn't it? Virus and Trip were constantly telling him that no one was coming for him, there was no use crying for help. He held onto the hope that his friends were at least looking, he was certain Koujaku was.
But how long would it take to find him? They weren't on Midorijima anymore, they weren't even in Japan. It could take years for anyone to come to his rescue, maybe even decades.
This would be his world for so long. He would be a girl for so long.
Tears welled in his eyes. He didn't have the strength to blink them back.
“Oh Aoba-chan, look at you. You're so happy you're crying!” Virus’s voice snapped him back to the present. He flashed him a cheeky grin. He knew damn well these weren't tears of joy.
Virus brought his thumb up to Aoba's face, wiping a tear and bringing the finger to his mouth.
“Now, which toy do you want to try out first?”