The Halloween Party Trap

“You were wild tonight, babe,” Blake said, his deep voice a smug purr as he sprawled across his king-sized bed, the sheets tangled around his muscular legs. His chiseled 6’2” frame, bare and glistening with a faint post-sex sheen, lounged against the headboard, his buzzed blonde hair mussed, blue eyes glinting with cocky satisfaction. The 21-year-old college football star, a quarterback who saw himself as God’s gift to women, propped himself on one elbow, his carved abs flexing as he eyed the naked figure beside him.

Riley sat up, clutching the sheets to hr chest, her long red hair spilling over her lightly freckled shoulders in a fiery cascade. Her petite 5’3” torso trembled, her green eyes shimmered with tears as she twisted a lock of hair around her finger. Her 32C cup breasts, barely covered by the sheet, rose with her uneven breaths. The redhead’s voice quivered, heavy with guilt. “We can’t keep doing this, Blake. I feel awful for betraying Tara. She’s my best friend, and this is so wrong.”

Blake’s grin faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he processed the woman’s words. Tara, his girlfriend of two years, was a stunning brunette cheerleader, her athletic 5’6” figure and faux-innocent brown eyes a perfect match for his ego-driven lifestyle. They’d met at a frat party, Blake drawn to her aura and looks, Tara to his status as a local celebrity. Their relationship was a campus spectacle, but Blake’s arrogance led him to stray, seducing Riley, Tara’s redheaded best friend and sorority sister, in a months-long affair. Riley, torn between her loyalty to Tara and her attraction to the blond star’s boyish charm, had succumbed to his advances, her guilt growing with each secret tryst. The woman had tried to break it off on several occasions, but Blake had a way of getting what he wanted. The football star reveled in the thrill, manipulating both women to maintain his control, while Tara remained oblivious, her trust in both unwavering.

The quarterback chuckled, his voice a smooth drawl as he slid closer, his hand tracing the delicate curve of Riley’s thigh, his fingers teasing the soft skin near her hip. “Come on, babe, don’t ruin this moment with that shit. You’re not betraying anyone. We’re just having a little fun, that’s all.” His lips curled into a cocky grin, his smooth Georgia accent sending a shiver down the woman’s spine. “Telling Tara would crush her, and you don’t want to hurt your best friend, do you? Let’s keep this our little secret.”

Riley gasped, her fingers tightening on the sheet as Blake’s touch sent a warm flush through her slight body. She shook her head, her red curls swaying, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s not just fun, Blake. Tara trusts me, trusts us. I can’t keep sneaking around like this, lying to her every day. I need to tell her the truth.”

The blond’s grin widened. He leaned closer, his chest brushing the girl’s arm, his fingers sliding up to cup her freckled cheek, forcing her to meet his piercing blue gaze. “Babe, listen to me. Tara’s happy with me, isn’t she? You think she’d be happier knowing her best friend’s been warming my bed? She’d hate you, Riley, maybe even try to get you kicked out of the sorority.” His thumb grazed her lower lip, slow and deliberate. “You don’t want to fuck up everything you’ve built here, do you? You love how I make your body sing, and you love your place on her sexy little cheerleader team. Do you really want to throw that all away?”

The redhead’s green eyes flickered with doubt. Her voice trembled with uncertainty, “I do love it, Blake, but it’s wrong. I feel like a terrible person every time I see her. Maybe we should just stop this before it goes any further.”

Blake laughed and pulled the woman into his lap, his strong hands gripping her hips, her naked curves pressing against his large frame as his hands roamed further down between her legs. “Stop? Come on, babe, you don’t mean that.” He kissed her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth, dominating the kiss as her body melted against him, her soft moans betraying her surrender. His hand rubbed expertly against her swollen clit, prompting shudders from his prey, reinforcing his control. “See? This is too good to give up? No one can make you feel like I do. Let’s just keep this between us, and nobody will get hurt.”

Riley gasped into the kiss, her hands clutching his broad shoulders, her nails digging into his taut muscles. Her voice was a breathy murmur, her guilt wavering under his touch. “Okay, Blake, I won’t tell her.” She relented.

Blake smirked, knowing he’d won again, the college star’s fingers teasing the sensitive skin of the woman’s inner thigh, drawing another shiver from her. “Good girl,” he said patronizingly. The man leaned back, hands still possessive on her hips, and shifted the conversation, his voice dripping with arrogant sleaze. “You excited about the Halloween party at Alpha Gamma house tomorrow night? Everyone’s talking about it. Tara’s gonna wear something so damn sexy, every guy there’s gonna wish they were me. I can’t wait to see what you’ll be wearing.”

Riley’s face fell, her guilt surging back as she slid off Blake’s lap, her naked body trembling as she clutched the sheet tighter. Her voice was soft as she spoke. “I’m probably not going, Blake,” she revealed. “It’s too complicated with you and Tara going. I don’t want to make things worse.”

The quarterback shrugged, his cocky grin remaining as he stretched out on the bed, his muscular frame sprawling across the tangled sheets. “Suit yourself, babe,” he replied nonchalantly. “You’re missing out on the party of the year, but I don’t care either way.” His tone was dismissive, his eyes flicking over her curves with a lazy possessiveness. “You’d better get going, though. I’m hitting the shower. You know where the door is.”

The redhead softly bit her lower lip. She hated how this man made her feel the best and worst she had felt in a long time, all at once. “Okay. I’ll see you around, Blake,” she said timidly, reaching down to pick up her clothes as she started to redress herself.

Blake didn’t respond, already swinging his legs off the bed, his body moving with casual arrogance as he headed for the bathroom. The man’s solo apartment was a messy shrine to his football stardom, with his high school trophies proudly sitting on a shelf and empty beer cans scattered along the floor. The blond’s smirk widened, his ego soaring as he stole a glimpse at the redhead one more time before entering the bathroom, leaving the woman to let herself out.

❖

Blake lay out comfortably across his girlfriend’s bed in her sorority room, his muscular frame sinking into the soft pink comforter, his tight t-shirt clinging to his broad chest. The room was a feminine haven, with cheerleading trophies presented on a shelf, a vanity mirror cluttered with makeup, and a faint floral scent from a candle on the nightstand. Tara, Blake’s girlfriend of two years, lounged beside him, her toned 6’6” figure outlined by a sexy, tight tank top and leggings that hugged her legs and modest B-cup breasts. Her shiny brunette hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement as she propped herself on one elbow, her voice bubbling with anticipation. “I can’t wait for the Alpha Gamma party tomorrow night, Blake. They throw the best events and I just love a good Halloween bash, don’t you?”

The blond quarterback laughed, his deep voice a smug rumble as he reached over, his hand grazing the curve of her hip. “My little party animal, huh? I can’t wait to see what sexy costume you’ve got picked out for me.” His lips curled into a sleazy grin, his fingers lingering on her thighs, imagining the brunette woman in something skimpy and trashy that would make every guy at the party jealous.

Tara’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she sat up, her tank top shifting to reveal a hint of her taut stomach. “Speaking of costumes, do you remember that bet we made at the end of last semester? You know, to motivate you for the State Championship game against the Tigers?” Her voice was playful, but there was an edge to it, like she was setting a trap.

Blake’s grin faded, his brow raising as he propped himself up, his muscles tensing under his shirt. “Why the hell are you bringing up that game, Tara?” He snapped. “You know I don’t like talking about it.”

The brunette woman bit her glossy lower lip before smiling, taking the seriousness out of the situation. “I know, babe,” she said calmly. “But we agreed that if you lost, I got to choose our outfits for the next big party. Well, this is definitely a big party, and I think it’s time to cash in.”

The athlete rolled his eyes. “Seriously?” He asked. “What do you have in mind? I see that Barbie and Ken are all the rage right now, and you’re already my sexy little Barbie doll.” He smirked and casually reached across, groping his girlfriend’s pert breasts in a possessive gesture.

Tara giggled, her toned figure shifting as she swatted his hand away playfully, her eyes twinkling with a jovial purpose. “Oh, Blake, you’re gonna love this.” She slid off the bed and sauntered to her closet, her movements deliberate and teasing. She rummaged around briefly, pulling out a slutty outfit and laying it across her bed. It was a cheerleader uniform, just like the one she wore to his games with the rest of her team. Except, it was much sluttier, tighter, and shinier. The latex blue-and-gold skirt was a tiny strip of fabric, designed to bare maximum skin, paired with a cropped top that would expose most of the torso. It contained a pair of blue ribbon hair bands, fishnet stockings, and blue 5-inch stiletto heels that looked impossibly tall. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice dripping with excitement.

Blake’s eyes widened, his lips forming a broad, lustful grin as he stared at the shiny latex, picturing Tara’s curves squeezed into the scandalous outfit. “Damn, babe, I love it. Why don’t you slip it on now, give me a private show before you debut it tomorrow night?” The man’s voice was thick with desire, his hands reaching for her waist, pulling her closer to the bed.

The cheerleader laughed, stepping back with a sly smile, her brunette hair swaying as she dodged his grasp. “Oh, you’ve got it all wrong, Blake. This outfit isn’t for me. It’s for you to wear at the party.” Her tone was firm, her brown eyes locked on his, daring her boyfriend to react.

The athletic quarterback froze, his grin still on his face as his eyes scanned hers for any sign of a prank. “You’re joking, right? You know that humor isn’t one of your strengths, babe.” His voice was laced with irritation, his hand gesturing dismissively at the slutty costume on the bed.

Tara’s smile turned sharper, her posture confident as she crossed her arms. “I’m completely serious, Blake. You lost the bet, and the forfeit was that I get to choose your costume. This is what I picked for you.” Her voice carried a playful challenge, but her eyes held a steely resolve.

Blake’s jaw tightened, his voice rising with anger as he sat up. “No fucking way, Tara. You can shove that forfeit up your tight pussy. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like that.” His words were venomous, his ego bristling at the thought of such humiliation.

His girlfriend shook her head, her smile unwavering as she stepped closer. “I think you will be wearing it, Blake. Every guy on your team knows about this bet, and they can’t wait to see what you’ll be wearing. They’re all waiting to see if you’ll follow through.” The cheerleader paused, resting her hand against her chin. “Remember Joe Grayson, your backup QB last year? We all still remember when you and the team made a bet with him, and when he refused to pay up, you ostracized him, forced him off the roster. He was gone by spring?”

Blake’s stomach twisted, his fists clenching as Tara pressed on. “You’re always preaching about honor and sticking to your words in your locker room speeches, Blake. If you back out now, your team will never let you live it down. You’ll lose their respect. They might even push you off the team, just like Joe.”

The blond man’s eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl as he glared at her. “Why the hell are you doing this, Tara?” His heart pounded as the threat to his reputation hit him hard.

Tara’s demeanor softened, her smile turning jovial as she leaned closer, her hand brushing his arm playfully. “It’s just a bit of fun, Blake! Come on, it’ll be so funny. You’ll be the talk of the party.” Her voice was light, encouraging him to embrace the ridiculousness of it all.

The man shook his head, his voice desperate as he tried one last time. “Pick another outfit, babe. I’m not wearing that shit.” His voice was firm, his ego clinging to any chance of escape.

His girlfriend’s smile didn’t fade; her posture relaxed as she crossed her arms again. “My decision’s made, Blake. This is your costume. You agreed to the bet, and you can’t back out now.” Her voice was final, her eyes daring him to challenge her.

Blake’s shoulders slumped, his mind racing as he realized he was trapped. His reputation or honor, the respect he’d built in the locker room, was everything. He knew he’d never live this down, and his teammates would be sure to take plenty of photos to humiliate him. Still, it was better than losing the respect of everyone. With a reluctant grunt, the blond nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Tara clapped her hands, her face lighting up with excitement as she climbed back onto the bed, nestling close to her ma. “Great! I can’t wait to give you a full makeover. You’re gonna be the hottest cheerleader at the party, Blake.” Her voice was teasing as her hands playfully roamed across his chest.

The quarterback forced a weak smile, dread boiling in his stomach as Tara’s words sank in. The latex outfit loomed on the bed beside him, a humiliating promise of what was to come. His macho ego screamed in protest, but the fear of losing the team’s respect silenced it. This was turning into an evening he’d never forget, and not for all the right reasons.

❖

The following day, after football practice had ended, Blake trudged into Tara’s dorm room, his muscles aching from the intense drills as he dropped onto the side of her bed. Tara stood with a broad smile near her vanity table, her hands busy with a pile of makeup as she continued to set up the humiliating experience, her voice bright with excitement. “I’m already ready for your makeover, Blake. But you stink right now. Here, shower with this.” She handed him a plain lotion bottle, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “It’ll make you smell perfect for the party tonight.”

Blake frowned, his voice gruff as he took the bottle from her, resigned to the fact that this was actually happening. “Fine, whatever.” He headed to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes, eager to wash away the day’s sweat and get this humiliating night over with.

Ten minutes later, Blake’s voice echoed from the bathroom, sharp with panic. “Tara!” He stormed back into the bedroom, stark naked, his muscular frame glistening from the water of the shower, every inch of his body eerily smooth and hairless—legs, arms, chest, even his groin. His eyes widened as he gestured at his bare skin. “What the fuck did you do to my body hair?”

Tara smiled, her posture relaxed as she sauntered over, her fingers brushing her boyfriend’s bare chest, sending a shudder through him at the unexpected sensitivity. “Hair would look unsightly in your outfit, babe. Besides, cheerleaders aren’t allowed to have body hair anyhow, club rules.” Her voice was teasing in a matter-of-fact kind of way, her touch lingering as she led the blond man to her vanity table.

The cheerleader draped a towel over the mirror facing him, her smile widening. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” Tara sat him down, her hands moving with precision as she immediately assaulted his face with makeup. The hairless man parted his lips to argue, but he knew she would get her way either way, so he remained silent. Once his face was set, the brunette glued false lashes to his eyelids, their weight heavy and foreign, then slid a hairnet over his buzzed dark blond hair before securing a platinum blonde wig over the top, its long strands tickling the quarterback’s shoulders. Tara then attached glossy pink stiletto nails to his fingers, each one gleaming humiliatingly as he flexed his hands, his voice rising with concern. “These nails are ridiculous, Tara. Is that glue you’re using? These better come off by tomorrow.”

Tara chuckled, her fingers brushing his as she worked. “They’re easy to remove, don’t worry, babe.” She continued, clipping blue plastic hoop earrings onto his lobes, pressing uncomfortably without piercing him, before moving the man to the bed. After sitting Blake down, Tara applied a cool adhesive to her boyfriend’s bare chest, pressing on large D-cup breast forms, their seams obvious against his muscular pecs, looking blatantly fake. “Perfect,” she purred, stepping back to admire her work.

Strutting over to her dresser, she returned with a pair of flesh-colored rubber panties, their surface looking tight and unforgiving. “Slip these on.” Blake reluctantly complied, wincing as the panties squeezed his impressive cock, folding it over and keeping it in place, flattening the surface uncomfortably. Leaning forward to look past his stupid breast forms, the quarterback gasped, seeing a smooth, flat surface where his groin should be; his cock appeared to have vanished. “What the fuck? What if I need to pee?” His voice was a mix of panic and irritation.

The brunette laughed, her eyes shimmering with amusement as she enjoyed the control. “Just watch what you drink tonight, babe.” She then laid out the outfit and began dressing him. The latex skirt barely covered his thighs, and a cropped top with the word ‘CHEER’ scrawled across it in golden font exposed his midriff. Fishnet stockings clung to his hairless legs, and the gap between the hem of the skirt and the lace tops of the stockings emphasized the sluttiness of the outfit. Finally, a pair of 5-inch blue stilettos forced the man into an awkward stance as he struggled to balance on the stilts. Tara finished by tying blue ribbon hair bands into the wig, forming tall pigtails that bounced vapidly with every move.

Tara led her boyfriend to a full-length mirror on the opposite side of her room, and the man gasped in horror. His reflection was a ridiculous caricature designed to humiliate him with maximum effectiveness. His 6’2” musclebound physique bulged under the skimpy latex, the D-cup breast forms and flat groin clashing with his broad shoulders and robust frame. Bold blue eyeshadow matched the outfit, pink blush coated his cheeks, and glossy pink lipstick, lined to exaggerate his lips, completed the look. Blake shook his head, his voice thick with dread. “I think you went a little overboard, Tara. I can’t go out like this, I look like a fucking transvestite.”

Tara’s smile remained, her hand resting on his arm reassuringly. “You look just perfect for the party, babe. Remember, it’s just a bit of fun, and it’ll be over before you know it.” The brunette set her boyfriend back on the edge of the bed. “Wait here while I get ready.”

Half an hour later, Tara returned, her presence commanding as she stepped into the room wearing her traditional cheerleader uniform, blue and gold like Blake’s, but far more practical than her boyfriend’s scandalous getup. “This is insane, babe. I can’t go out there to get laughed at all night.” His muscles tensed under the tight latex, his mouth forming a gasp as his cock attempted to harden at the sight of his girlfriend. She wore heavy makeup like he did, but the rest of the outfit was far more modest, all the way down to the practical blue sneakers on her feet.

Tara stepped closer, her hand taking his, her touch firm yet teasing as she pulled the feminized man to his feet. “Come on, hon, just have fun with it.” Her voice was light, encouraging the chauvinistic man to let loose for the evening. Blake wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t resist as Tara tugged him toward the door.

Blake’s heart pounded, his ego screaming as he tottered in the towering heels, the fishnets rubbing against his smooth legs with every step. As they left the dorm room, a strange tingle ran down the quarterback’s spine, a prickling sensation that made his skin flush. He shook it off, his dread mounting as Tara led him out of her house and down the street. They passed a few buildings towards the event, where loud music indicated the party was already in full swing. “You owe me after this, doll,” he growled as he stepped against his will towards his humiliation.

Tara glanced back, her smile sly as she squeezed her feminized boyfriend’s hand. “Oh, it’ll be worth it, trust me.” Her voice was playful, but the edge in her tone sent a chill through him, his stomach churning with unease as the pair headed into the night.

❖

The feminized Blake stood frozen on the steps of the Alpha Gamma frat house, his towering 5-inch blue stilettos rooted to the concrete. The house loomed before him, its sprawling facade decked out with fake cobwebs draped over the porch, jack-o’-lanterns flickering on the steps, and thumping music spilling from the open windows. The Alpha Gamma frat knew how to put on a party, and this event had been talked about for months. The quarterback’s heart pounded, dread coiling in his stomach as he imagined the laughter waiting inside. Tara, in her more modest black-and-gold ensemble, tugged his arm, her grip firm and insistent. “Come on, Blake, don’t chicken out now.” Her voice was teasing as she pulled him up the steps to the front door.

The brunette cheerleader knocked sharply on the door as Blake braced himself, his fake D-cup breasts unnaturally heavy on his chest. He clenched his fists in nervousness, the sharp pink nails digging into his palms as he prepared for the barrage of mockery he was sure would come. The door swung open, revealing Chad, a boisterous party-animal frat boy dressed up as Hulk Hogan—blond mustache, red bandana, and ripped yellow shirt stretched over his muscular 6’0” frame. Chad’s eyes widened as he grinned, pulling Tara into a big hug, his hands lingering a bit too close to her firm ass. “Tara, you made it! So glad you’re here!” His voice was loud, carrying over the party’s noise.

Blake’s jaw tightened, his instincts to step in flaring as Chad’s hands wandered. Still, he held back, not wanting to draw attention to himself in the humiliating outfit. Tara giggled, stepping out of the huge. “Thanks, Chad. I wouldn’t miss it.”

The Hulk Hogan impersonator turned to Blake, his grin widening as he let out a sharp whistle, his eyes raking over the latex skirt and the quarterback’s body. “And who’s this knockout you brought along, Tara?” His voice was playful, almost predatory, as he leaned closer.

The quarterback’s eyes narrowed, assuming Chad was in on the joke. He gasped when the frat boy leaned in and gave the feminized man a hug, his hand squeezing Blake’s rump.

“Back off, asshole!” Blake retorted, pushing away from Chad’s embrace, his eyes widening as he clasped a hand over his mouth in confusion at the sound emanating from it. A shock rippled through the blonde as a soft, sexy, feminine soprano escaped his lips, high and sultry, nothing like his usual deep growl.

Chat put his hands up, laughing heartily. “Whoa, Tara, you brought along a wildcat! She’s feisty!” He stepped back, gesturing inside. “Help yourselves to the booze, ladies. Have fun!” He sauntered back into the party, leaving the door open, his laughter echoing away from them.

Tara’s smile widened, her hand grabbing Blake’s arm as she guided him into the frat house’s crowded hallway. “See? You’re already a hit, babe.” She told him jokingly as Blake stumbled in his heels, still reeling from the sound of his voice.

As Tara led him inside, Blake was greeted by a large mirror at the other end of the hallway, its frame draped with fake spiderwebs. Tara positioned him in front of it, her hands on his shoulders, her smile almost wicked. “Take a look, Blake.”

Blake gasped in disbelief, horror flooding him as he stared at his reflection. Gone was the humiliated muscular outfit in a feminizing outfit designed to embarrass him. Instead, a stunning blonde woman stared back. She was a curvy bombshell, with plump lips and wide eyes framed by bold blue eye shadow. His platinum blonde wig, tied in tall pigtails, framed a delicate face. His shoulders were noticeably narrower, his arms and legs stripped of their former muscle definition, his midriff flat and toned. The D-cup breast forms, once obviously fake, now blend seamlessly with his skin, looking huge and round on his petite frame. The latex skirt hugged a rounded ass, the fishnets accentuating slender legs. Using Tara’s 5’6” height as a guide, he was at least two inches shorter. He didn’t look like a man paying for a forfeit; he looked like a slutty college bimbo dressed to fuck.

The transformed football player’s voice trembled, still high and feminine, as he turned to Tara. “How the fuck is this possible? What did you do to me?” His pigtails bounced, and he could feel the strands, like they were now a part of him.

Tara grinned, her hand resting on his arm. “You turned out better than I could’ve imagined, Brittany.” Her voice was smooth, her eyes glinting with amusement as she christened him with a new name.

The blonde’s eyes widened as he shook his head. “Change me back, Tara, right now! This isn’t funny, and it shouldn’t be possible. Did you drug me?” The man’s hands gestured wildly.

His girlfriend’s smile remained, her posture relaxed as she leaned closer. “I might change you back, Brittany, but only if you play your part perfectly tonight.” Her voice was firm, her eyes daring him to argue as she tugged his arm. “Come on, let’s have some fun.”

Blake’s heart pounded, his mind screaming as Tara pulled him toward the lounge, where the crowd’s chatter and the pumping music grew louder. His heels clicked awkwardly, the skirt riding up with every step, exposing more of his smooth, hairless thighs. Blake wanted to run, to hide, but Tara’s grip felt stronger than usual, her confident stride contrasting his stumbling panic. Tara led her transformed boyfriend into the lounge, a sprawling room packed with costumed partygoers dancing and drinking under the spooky decorations. Blake wanted a hole to swallow him up. Still, he knew he wouldn’t get away with running away now, so he sighed and followed his brunette lover, hoping she would show mercy and change him back before too long.

❖

Blake navigated through the crowded lounge of the party house, his curvy body drawing stares from every direction. The vibrant music and chatter of costumed partygoers filled the air, ghostly decorations casting eerie shadows across the dance floor. His girlfriend guided him deeper inside, her hand firm on his arm, her smile wide with amusement. “Keep up, Brittany. You chose those ridiculous heels, after all,” she teased, her voice playful as she tugged her boyfriend through the sea of bodies.

A voice called out beside Blake, making the transformed man jump. “Hey, can I get you a drink, gorgeous?” Blake turned to see a student he didn’t recognize, dressed as Superman, his costume padded with fake muscles that strained against the blue spandex. His dark eyes raked over Blake’s body, lingering on his round breasts. Blake opened his mouth to tell the man to piss off, but a high-pitched giggle escaped instead, his cheeks flushing as he clasped a hand over his glossy pink lips, horrified.

Tara chuckled, her grip tightening on Blaake’s arm. “My friend’s a bit shy, but Brittany would love a drink.” Her voice was light, her eyes glinting with mischief as she played along.

The Superhero-costumed student grinned, reaching to the bar behind him and handing both Tara and Blake peach-colored fruity cocktails. “I haven’t seen you around campus before,” he said, his gaze locked on Blake’s cleavage. “You new?”

Tara answered before Blake could speak. “Brittany’s a transfer from out of state. She just joined the cheerleader squad.” Her voice was smooth, her hand gesturing toward her feminized boyfriend’s outfit as if presenting a prize.

The student’s eyes roamed over Blake’s body, his smile widening. “Damn, girl, I hope you wear that outfit to the games. It’s sexy as fuck.” His words sent a shocking warmth spreading through Blake’s groin, his body inexplicably responding with an unwanted tingle of arousal. He gasped in horror at the sensation.

The feminized quarterback’s cheeks burned, his hands trembling as the student scribbled his cell number on a scrap of paper and confidently slipped it into Blake’s impressive cleavage, his fingers grazing the round breasts possessively. “Call me sometime, Brittany. We’d have a lot of fun.” Blake shuddered at the tingling sensation from the caress on his very real breasts as the student walked away, Tara’s laughter ringing in his ears as she pulled him along.

A new voice cut through the crowd playfully as a figure stood before them. “Ladies, I vant to suck your blood!” A student in a Dracula costume, complete with plastic fangs and a black cape, leered at them comically, his eyes fixed on Blake’s slutty body. Tara laughed, her voice teasing. “That’s nice, because Brittany here is used to being the one on her knees doing all the sucking.” She nudged her humiliated boyfriend playfully in the rib.

The vampire grinned, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to Blake. “Is that true? You a vampire slut or what?” His tone was crude as he stared down at the slutty cheerleader.

Blake opened his mouth to refute the joke, his mind forming the words to protest, but his lips betrayed him. “Like, that’s totally not true,” he said, his voice a flirtatious, vapid purr, his wide eyes batting instinctively. He glanced at Tara, panic flooding him as he realized he couldn’t control his words.

His brunette girlfriend chuckled, patting Blake’s arm. “We’ll see you around, Vlad.” She tugged Blake away, her smile wide as they moved through the crowd, leaving the vampire staring at them from behind.

Blake’s heart sank as he spotted Reggie Hall, his star wide receiver, leaning against a pillar near the dance floor. Reggie, an attractive African-American with a well-built dark-skinned frame, wore his football jersey as a costume, his dark eyes catching Tara and Blake as they passed. He stopped talking to a pair of women in witch costumes and let out a low whistle. “Hey Tara, where’s Blake tonight? It’s weird not seeing him glued to your arm.”

Tara flipped her hair casually, her voice light. “Ohh, he’s feeling a bit under the weather, so he decided to stay home tonight.”

Reggie paused, rubbing his chin. “That’s a shame. I was looking forward to seeing what costume you had picked out for him after that bet you made. Next party, I guess, huh?”

The brunette giggled and nodded, gently caressing her feminized boyfriend’s arm. “Yeah, we’ll show it off next time.”

The wide receiver nodded, his gaze shifting to Blake, not noticing his team captain standing before him. The man’s eyes raked over the blonde’s curvy figure appreciatively. “And who’s this hottie?”

Tara’s smile grew. “This is Brittany, a transfer who just joined the cheerleader squad.” She gestured toward Blake, her hand lingering on his arm.

Reggie stepped closer, extending a hand. “I’m Reggie, star of the football team. You’ll be cheering for me this season, Brittany.” His voice was confident as his eyes locked on Blake’s. A warm sensation fluttered in the blonde’s stomach. “Any guys snapped you up yet?”

Blake opened his mouth, desperate to say he had no interest in men, but his voice betrayed him again. “Like, no way. All the guys totally gave me the ick.” His words came out coy, his body automatically shifting closer to the football player, the warmth intensifying in his groin as he spoke.

Reggie laughed, his hand sliding around Blake’s waist, squeezing the transformed man’s rounded ass possessively as he pulled him close. “I know what you mean, girl. You just haven’t found the right guy to make you moan yet.” His voice was low and flirtatious, his grip firm, amplifying Blake’s humiliation.

Tara giggled at her boyfriend’s predicament, her eyes sparkling. “We’ll be around all night, Reggie. Catch up with us later, okay?” She tugged Blake away, leaving Reggie grinning as they continued to move around the large lounge.

Just as Blake thought his humiliation couldn’t have gotten any worse, he groaned as he spotted Derek, the star quarterback for the Tigers, his biggest rival, and the reason he found himself dressed like this. The rival quarterback strutted in, wearing a garish purple suit like an over-the-top pimp, a gold chain dangling from his neck, flanked by a small entourage of Tigers players. He was 6’3” tall and had a bulky torso that towered over most of the crowd. His dark hair was slicked back, his cocky grin unmistakable. Blake hated this man with a passion. The rival noticed Tara and Blake immediately, sauntering over to the pair with a swagger. “Tara, where’s that loser boyfriend of yours?” His voice dripped with mockery.

Tara smirked as she greeted the pimp-dressed man. “He’s back home working on his playbook, making sure you don’t smash him again this season.” The brunette’s tone was teasing, her hand resting on her boyfriend’s arm.

Blake gasped, his mind raging at the insult, but he bit his tongue. Derek’s gaze shifted to the slutty latex-clad cheerleader before him, his grin widening as he placed a hand around Blake’s slender, uncovered waist. “This new meat?” he asked. His voice was predatory as his fingers tightened around Blake’s body. The man’s touch prompted Blake to experience a mixture of nausea and sexually-charged heat.

Tara giggled again, noting her boyfriend’s flushed cheeks and obvious discomfort. “Sure is. Brittany’s got a real soft spot for football players, though she’ll sleep with pretty much anyone. Isn’t that right, Brittany?” Tara’s voice was playful as her eyes locked on Blake’s horrified expression.

The rival chuckled, his hand sliding lower, brushing Blake’s transformed ass. “You should be more selective, doll, looking as fuckable as you are.” He leaned in close, his breath hot against the blonde’s ear. “I’m happy to show you what a real man’s like in bed.” He tugged Blake toward the stairs leading to the upstairs hallway.

To Blake’s horror, he couldn’t find himself refusing or fighting back, timidly following the arrogant quarterback. The blonde turned to Tara, his voice a desperate whisper. “Tara, please. Something’s wrong.” His wide eyes pleaded, his body trembling under Derek’s touch.

His girlfriend’s smile was sly, her hand waving dismissively. “Have fun, Brittany. Her voice was light, but it held a vindictive edge as she stepped back, leaving Blake in Derek’s grasp.

The purple-suited man led Blake toward an open bedroom, his hand firm on the blonde’s bare waist. Blake’s every movement made him appear flirtatious, his body betraying him despite his mind’s screams. Derek placed a sock on the door handle, his grin wicked as he shut the door, leaving the pair alone in the dimly lit room, the party’s noise fading behind them.

❖

Blake groaned, his body stirring as he slowly awakened in a stranger’s bed, every muscle aching from the night before. His head throbbed, his limbs heavy, as he blinked up at the ceiling, gasping at the reflection staring back at him from a foggy mirror mounted above, covering the entire bedroom.

The same busty blonde from the frat hallway gazed down, her platinum hair now splayed messily across the pillow, 32D breasts hutting upward despite lying down, their roundness showing off obvious implants, and a slim, toned torso curving beneath. Most horrifyingly, where the flesh-colored rubber panties should have been, a bald slit glistened between his thighs, a tight female pussy replacing his formerly impressive dick. Blake’s fingers trembled as he reached down, shuddering at the sticky cum he felt oozing inside of him, his stomach lurching with nausea at the thought of what had happened. The blonde’s mind was a fuzzy blur, but the evidence was undeniable.

The sound of running water from the attached en suite bathroom snapped him back to reality, signaling he wasn’t alone. The transformed man’s mind raced. He had to get out of there, get away from Derek before he emerged from the shower. He needed to find Tara and demand that she fix this.

As Blake shifted, the bedroom door creaked open, and he gasped, his heart pounding a million miles an hour. Tara and Riley stood at the entrance, arms crossed, their expression stern. Tara was wearing a light pink tank top and white knee-length skirt, her face cold. Blake had no idea what the time was or how long he had been asleep, but it must have been long enough for the party to end and for Tara to return in a different outfit. Riley’s red hair framed a guilty frown, her eyes looking over the transformed blonde, the same being she had slept with just two days prior.

Blake sat up as his breasts bounced heavily. He spoke directly to his girlfriend, and found his voice continued to utter a sweet, ditzy dialect. “Like, Tara, please, you gotta totally turn me back right now!” His pouty pink lips trembled as he pleaded.

Tara’s lips twitched, struggling to keep a straight face at Blake’s dumb valley-girl tone. “Oh, Brittany, that voice is just perfect.” Her tone was sharp, laced with mockery as she stepped slightly closer, her arms still crossed. “Riley told me everything a week ago, you know. About your little affair. I was heartbroken at first, so angry I could’ve screamed.”

Riley shifted uncomfortably, but she remained quiet as Tara continued. “The more I thought about it, the more I realized that you were just a slut in a jock’s body. All that swagger, all that charm, it was just you chasing your next fuck. So I decided to help you become who you really are.” The brunette’s voice dripped with venom, her eyes boring into Blake’s.

The blonde’s eyes widened, his voice a panicked squeak. “Like, what are you talking about? How is this, y’know, even possible?” His hands gestured wildly as he attempted to ignore his ditsy speech.

Tara shook her head, her lips forming a cold smile as she admired her handiwork. “It doesn’t matter how it happened, Brittany. What matters is there was a way to turn you back, but that went out of the window the moment you let someone cum inside that new pussy of yours.” She leaned closer, her voice lowering to a cruel whisper. “You’re a dirty little slut now, and you’re stuck as Brittany forever.”

Blake shook his blonde-haired head as he scrambled to his feet, his busty bimbo body trembling as he stood naked, his breasts jiggling with each movement. “No way, Tara, you totally won’t get away with this!” His voice was still vapid, betraying his fury.

The bathroom door swung open, and Derek stepped out, a towel wrapped around his firm, tanned waist, his dark hair damp, his cocky grin spreading as he took in the three women standing in the bedroom. “Well, damn, looks like a party in here. You ladies up for a four-way? The more the merrier.” His voice was thick with lust, his eyes raking over Blake’s naked curves before returning to the two fully-dressed women in the doorway.

The brunette cheerleader giggled, her demeanor shifting to playful as she glanced at Riley. “Sorry, Derek, Riley and I have plans already.” Her eyes flicked to her now former boyfriend. “See you at cheer practice, Brittany. Twelve PM sharp.” She chuckled before grabbing her best friend’s arm and leading her out, the door clicking shut behind them.

Blake’s heart pounded, his mind screaming as Derek approached, his towel dropping to reveal the man’s semi-erect shaft. The blonde’s body betrayed him, a coy giggle escaping his lips as Derek’s hands slid along his bare hips, the touch sending an unexpected warmth through his groin, making his new pussy twitch. “Like, oh my gosh, you’re so strong,” Blake said before he even had a chance to comprehend the words, his voice a flirtatious purr, his wide eyes batting despite the horror.

Derek’s grin widened, his hands gripping Blake’s slender waist, pulling him close. “That’s right, doll. Time for round two.” He threw the busty bimbo onto the bed roughly, the mattress creaking as Blake’s slutty silhouette landed. Derek pounced on top, his cock pressing against the transformed man’s crotch. “Maybe we’ll go for rounds three and four after this.”

Blake’s mind screamed in protest, but his body arched instinctively, his legs spreading as Derek’s hands roamed his curves, squeezing the blonde’s round ass possessively. Blake gasped as Derek entered him, slowly thrusting back and forth as he began to fuck the blonde Barbie doll.

The former quarterback’s consciousness was trapped, a fading echo of rage and humiliation as Brittany took over, her body responding eagerly to Derek’s touch. The rival player thrust into Blake’s tight pussy, his grunts mixing with the bimbo’s involuntary moans, the pleasure overwhelming his mind’s desperate cries. As Derek’s pace quickened, Blake’s body writhed, his long nails digging into the sheets, his loose hair spread across the pillow. Blake’s transformation was complete, and Brittany was forever bound to the lustful urges of her new body. He was now free to sleep with whoever he wanted, and he would get plenty of opportunities to put that new bimbo body to use.

The End