Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 22:01:41 -0500
From: T
Subject: TG Story: "FAST_BREAK"

A VERY SLOW FAST BREAK

Basketball at JHN College was, like at most small schools,
practically a religion. The school, the students, the whole town
lived and breathed basketball. The school had varsity men's and
women's teams as well as an extensive intramural program.

The rivalry between the men's and women's teams was the stuff
legends are made of. Each team always finished near the top of the
league, and tournament games were so common they were practically
scheduled in advance of the season.

The two teams also had a history of challenging each other. The
annual men vs. women game always played to a packed house and was
followed by a dance which lasted until the wee hours of the
morning. The winner of the game also got to set a penalty for the
loser, and it was always something embarrassing.

This year, however, things were even more heated than usual. The
school had lost quite a bit of its funding, and programs were
being reduced or cut. Sports was one of the programs. The school
just did not have enough money to support all the various
programs.

All the athletes had been engaged in extensive fund raising
activities. They had tried all the usual approaches and were still
several thousand dollars short of their goal.

At this point a famous shoe company came to town. They made an
offer to underwrite a large grant which would produce thousands of
dollars of income each year. All the women's team had to do was to
film a commercial playing basket ball while wearing this company's
shoes.

The women refused, and practically the entire town got into the
argument. Some sided with the women. They thought the adds were
sexist and demeaning. Others felt that this was ridiculous. The
seams needed the money, and the women were throwing it away.

Carol was captain of the women's team. Bob captained the men. They
were meeting to try to work out the details of the annual
challenge game and to determine the penalty the loser would have
to pay. During the discussion, the subject of the commercial came
up.

The two began to argue, and their words became more and more
heated. At last Carol threw out the challenge. The two teams would
meet one week before the big game. They would play a special game
with only the students present to watch. If the men won the game,
the women would make the commercial.

If the women won, however, the men would submit to their wishes
for the annual game. In fact, the men would have to wear the
company's shoes and submit to being filmed playing basketball
instead of the women. The commercial would be filmed during the
game.

The men would also have to wear whatever else the women chose
during the game. The only restriction was that they had to be
decent. As usual, the winner of the game would get to dole out a
penalty the loser would have to obey.

In the heat of the argument, Bob agreed. Later he began to have
second thoughts, but it was too late. When he told his team mates,
they all laughed. They knew they were going to win this year, so
they readily agreed. They even teased him about worrying at all.
This one was in the bag, and they began to make plans for how they
would humble those haughty women.

Talk abounded and lots of plans were discussed. Finally they all
agreed. The women would have attend the big dance dressed as the
men directed, and each would have to dance with her opposite
player for the entire night.

What happened after the dance for the rest of the night and the
weekend would be up to each couple. The guys obviously had ideas
because they all agreed to dress the gals the same. Each would
wear fishnet tights, the skimpiest of spandex body suits, five
inch high heels and a big ribbon in their hair.

The guys knew these girls hated to be considered feminine sex
objects, and that was exactly what they were going to be. Tall,
long legged and sexy.

Friday arrived, and the big game commenced. It was a hard fought,
very close game all the way. The guys were getting pretty
desperate as they discovered this was not going the rout they had
forecast.

During the final two minutes, the lead changed hands five times.
The guys were up by one point when the girls brought the ball down
the court.

Bob saw Carol break free and her team hit her with a pass. she was
a deadly shot, and she had out maneuvered her opponent. She had a
clear shot at the basket and winning the game.

Bob deliberately ran into her from behind. He chopped down hard on
her shoulder, causing her to yelp in pain as she collapsed to the
floor. It was clearly a deliberate foul, and the crowd was on its
feet booing.

Bob was ashamed of his actions, but he figured the end justified
the-means in this case. His friends had insisted the guys had to
win this game, and the bet. At half time they had let him know
they would find a way to get even with him if they missed out on
the chance to have one of those sexy bodies in their arms all
night and maybe all weekend.

Carol was helped up from the floor. Her right arm hung down limply
at her side. Her face was a mixture of pain and contempt. She
weaved about on her feet as she moved to the free throw line. It
was clear she could not use her right hand or arm to shoot the
ball.

Grimly she stood at the line. Since this was a technical foul and
in the act of shooting, she would get four chances to make the
needed two points.

Using only her left arm, she carefully balanced the ball. Her
first shot fell far short of the rim. It was the effort of a
little girl throwing a ball awkwardly in the air. The crowd grew
silent in respect for this game lady.

Screwing up her strength and her concentration, she lifted her
second attempt. It hit the rim and bounced around before it
finally flopped through. The score was tied! The crowd went wild.

Carol slumped to the floor. The pain was getting worse and she
needed attention. Two other players helped her back up. she was
determined to finish this right here and right now. Her third shot
just rolled off her     hand. She clearly had no strength left.
Bob was regretting his actions, but he began to plan how his team
could take advantage of the situation during the overtime.

Without Carol, he knew his team could easily control the ball and
win the game. In his mind's eye, he was already thinking ahead to
next week, when they would play the real game. After that one was
over, Carol would his to play with all evening. With her arm in a
cast, she would probably need lots of help getting around in the
extremely high heels he had picked out for her to wear. He could
almost feel her leaning against him already.

He was so busy he never even saw Carol straighten up. Her
determined look was enough to silence the crowd again. In total
silence they watched the ball leave her out thrust arm.

Gracefully it arched through the air and into the basket. It never
made a sound as it swished through the net. Bob never knew what
happened. One minute all was quiet, the next the gym was alive
with sound.

All the next week, the men's team was aware of how the school
student body had turned against them. No one was willing to
condone what had happened. Everyone waited to see what the women's
team had dreamed up for the guys. The women had decided that such
despicable behavior deserved a really drastic penalty. They spent
all week getting ready and making their plans. They needed to
humiliate the men, and they also wanted to even the odds a bit
since they would be playing without Carol.

In addition, they had heard about the guys, plans for them after
the game. This was just too much. Their thoughts turned to the
most frightening forms of revenge they could dream up.

Carol's arm was healing but she could not use it to shoot with or
to dribble. This limited her participation, but it did not
eliminate her from the action. She could watch and plan, even she
was not going to play on Friday.

She also had time to visit some friends of hers at other schools
in the area. She made several trips to the large research school
across town. she had several friends who worked in the
experimental labs doing secret work for the medical school and the
government.

She shared only part of what she found out with the other girls.
Much she kept to herself, feeling a leak might reach the boys.
Even though the crowd would tear them apart if they refused to go
along with her plan, she knew this was going to be extremely risky
until they were all out on the court. By the time the men had
suited up, they were also very nervous about what they had agreed
to. They knew the women would be able to do just about anything
they wanted. The crowd would never let the men welsh on their bet.

It was about an hour before game time when Carol and the women
entered the men's locker room. They each carried a gym bag with
the name of the shoe company on the side. It was clear the bag had
to hold more than just shoes.

At Carol's command to strip, the men turned their backs and
removed their uniforms. This included their shoes and socks. Even
their jock straps and cups. No one objected to this, even though
all were embarrassed.

Each man had a woman standing behind him. she handed him a piece
of cloth and told him to put it on. Each man examined his prize
and gasped in shock. It was some sort of a G-string.

The device was made of bright red silk and satin and trimmed in
lace. It was drawn up the legs like a jock strap, but there the
similarity ended. The thing had a pouch which held the player's
cock and balls. Once inserted, they were trapped. The waist band
was elastic and fit tightly. The end of the pouch narrowed to a
thong which was drawn between their legs. Each guy gasped as his
girl reached between his bare legs and grabbed the end of the
thong. A strong yank and his cock and balls were pulled tightly
between his legs. The end of the thong was fastened to the waist
band of his G-string at the rear.

Now each guy was ordered to turn around. They looked at each other
and saw only smooth crotches covered in brightly colored, ultra
feminine clothing. Each had a number in bright rhinestones on the
front.

Next came heavily boned satin corsets which were laced tightly.
This gave each man a wasp waist, and a very curvy figure. Falsies
were glued to each chest using surgical glue. Small clips at the
back of each false breast had been fastened to each nipple.

As he moved, the breasts also moved about, causing the clip to
compress and pinch the nipple. The forms were weighted so they
moved like real breasts. The boys were about to find out what it
meant to go running around, jumping up and down, with a pair of
melons bouncing about painfully on their chests.

Each guy was ordered to do a series of exercises, including
jumping jacks, and running in place. When they were allowed to
stop and rest, each was offered a bra. Each was forced to beg to
wear the bra, and then it was withheld. Only after each guy
apologized for the team's behavior and swore undying allegiance to
the girl in front of him was he given the garment.

The bras were not sport bras like the girls were wearing. These
were flimsy, lace things with push up cups and narrow straps. They
matched the G strings, and while they lifted the falsies up, the
left the nipples bare.

Black fish net hose ran up each leg to garters hanging down from
the corset. When fastened tight, about four inches of bare white
flesh was left exposed. Then came a tight sweater which clung
tightly to their breasts, outlining every curve. A spandex mini
skirt, very short and extremely tight completed the ensemble.

Finally they came to the shoes. The original plan had been for the
women to show how comfortable these new shoes were. They were to
play a game in brightly colored leather pumps with two inch heels.

The company also made other types of shoes, however and the girls
had chosen another style for this event. Each guy soon found
himself perched on his toes in a pair of ankle boots. The boots
were laced up to keep them on.

The heels were three inches high, and forced the boys to thrust
their chests forward and their butts back in order to maintain
their balance. Walking was difficult, but a breeze compared to
running. Their chest mounds soon became a mass of painfully moving
pulchritude as various body parts bounced around nearly
uncontrollably.

They moved out onto the court to the howls and laughter of the
crowd. In addition to being awkward and barely able to walk, let
alone run, the boys found out about other difficulties. When they
tried to jump, or to bend over, their skirts rode up and showed
off their panty covered bottoms. They had to keep pulling their
skirts back down to maintain even a little sense of modesty.

Each boy had also been given ten, three inch long, bright red
nails. These were glued in place and made it very difficult to
handle the ball. They had been told that broken nails and
scratched polish would be punished after they had lost the game.

The game was a joke of course. The boys never had a chance. The
camera crews had a field day, especially when the women put on the
regular pumps and still ran circles around their opponents. By the
end, every one except the boys had laughed themselves silly. The
score was not even kept after the first half as it was so one
sided.

Back in the locker room, the boys found that all their clothes had
been taken away. At first they thought they were going to have to
go the dance in what they were wearing, but they soon learned
differently.

In the center of the room was a collection of steel bars. Each boy
was taken to a place in front of the bars to begin their
submission to the winning girls. A girl was assigned to each boy.

Each boy's legs were spread apart and fastened to a bar which was
close to the floor. They were then bent over a bar at waist level
and their hands placed palm down on a steel plate about waist
high. Their nails were up and on display.

Carol stood behind Bob at one end of the line. she examined his
nails and declared them a mess. He had broken five of them. she
announced his punishment to be fourteen strokes with

He objected that he had only broken five nails. Besides, how could
he receive more strokes than he had nails?

She showed him that nine of his nails were scratched, including
the five broken ones. Nine plus five was fourteen. She then added
three more strokes for his objecting to her command.

Bob felt his skimpy skirt being raised up to expose his bare ass.
Carol ran her hand over his bottom, laughing as he tried to move
away. In his position, there was nothing he could do to protect
himself. This was what she wanted him to realize.

Without another word, she raised her strong left arm back and
delivered the fist cut with the cane. Bob screamed like a girl as
a red welt appeared on this bottom. Fourteen strokes, fourteen
welts, fourteen screams. Sob cried like a baby at the end, even
when Carol forced him to thank her for being gentle with him.

So it went down the line. Soon ten boys were howling as the canes
bit into unprotected flesh. One boy received the maximum of twenty
strokes because his nails were unmarred. They said he had not been
playing hard enough or he would have damaged at least one.

When this was finished the boys were stripped. Their clothes were
cut from them leaving them restrained and naked. A foul smelling
pink liquid was rubbed all over their bodies. Everything except
their head, eyebrows, and genitals was covered. It began to burn
as they were left to stand for about fifteen minutes.

At last they were released and given ten minutes to shower, shave,
and return to get their outfits for the coming dance. They were
warned that they would be very embarrassed if they were late. Ten
minutes later, ten pink skinned, hairless boys stood back in
place. They each covered their genitals with crossed hands. They
stood around like embarrassed girls caught naked by their teacher.
The depilatory had done a great job and the razors had cleaned up
the few stray hairs which had remained.

Mach boy was given orders to fasten himself back into the ankle
cuffs, this time facing out. When all were secured, the girls
approached.

Several girls went to work on each boy. Elaborate wigs were firmly
attached to each head. All were blond, and all were long.
Otherwise, they were each styled differently.

Make up came next as each face was transformed with lipstick,
blush, eyeliner, and powder into sexy pouts, framed by their new
hair.

Nails were done with acrylic this time, leaving ten sparkling,
bright red creations at least two inches long on each lad.
Rhinestones decorated the center of each nail.

Toe nails were painted a similar color, and then they were left to
dry. one girl moved down the line with a piercing gun, and soon
each boy sported two pairs of earrings.

One was a diamond, sparkling every time a head moved. The other
was long and dangling. They hung from hooks threaded through the
ears, and reached down to brush the shoulder below.

A series of injections came next, and then the boys were allowed
to rest while their nails dried. Soon shrieks filled the room as
each guy saw the others begin to grow breasts and hips. It was the
dreaded MX drug which created curvy figures and enhanced sex
drives.

Carol had obtained this and other drugs on her visits to the
experimental lab, and she watched in fascination as Bob soon
became even more well endowed that he had been with his falsies.
This time the boobs were real, and she could tell by the look on
his face that he was not happy.

After a few minutes, the boys were done. Their nails were dry and
their chests each sported a pair of thirty-eights. Around each
waist went a bustier. It was strap less and heavily boned. When it
was fastened tight, the wearer could only breath in short gasps,
and bending was nearly impossible.

Long beige colored nylons were drawn up each leg. They featured
seams at the back, a small bow at the top, and Cuban heels. When
they were firmly attached to the garters hanging down, they made
ten pairs of legs very alluring. Dresses to match the color of the
lingerie came next. These were strapless column dresses made of
the finest silk. They clung to the newly enhanced figures until
they passed the hips, then they gathered themselves for the fall
to the ankles.

These things were so tight walking would have been impossible
except for the slit up each side which bared the leg to the hips
every time some one moved.

Jewelry was then added. Rhinestones various colors from ankle to
neck. Matching high heels of dainty design were forced onto each
unwilling foot. These were all made of clear plastic, and offered
no support at all to the ankle.

A narrow strap crossed each foot behind the toes. The strap was
about two inches wide, with a stripe of color in the center,
decorating the strap. A fine of rhinestones inched across the foot
as well.

Very narrow straps of clear plastic started at the center of the
toe strap and fanned out over the top of the foot until they
reached the ankle strap. Then they circled the ankle with a line
of sparkling fire, before buckling it in the back.

The heels were six inches high and made of clear plastic. They
ended in narrow spikes so small it was nearly impossible to
balance on these

The last item of adornment was a bracelet which fastened about the
left wrist of each boy/girl. It had another much larger bracelet
attached which was left dangling.

The ten "girls" were now ready for their evening. Where ten
arrogant boys had once stood, ten lovely women, in elegant gowns
now stood, their luscious figures just begging for attention.

A noise outside announced the arrival of more people. The girls
stood silently as ten tall black men entered the room. Each one
came to stand in front of his date, smiling down at the prospect.

This was the team form the "other" college across town. The
college that the boy's team had always refused to play. The team
they had always let know just was not good enough to play in their
league.

Each man took hold of the bracelet dangling from a girl's wrist.
The bracelet was opened/ placed around his neck, and then locked
into place. Now each girl was forced to hold her hand behind her
date's head, face him and stare up into his eyes.

When this was completed, a commotion caused every one to turn
their heads. Into the room burst the team's manager. He was also
decked out in a costume, and he was totally out of breath.

Joan announced for all to hear that he had been given his
injections two hours earlier. What they were about to see would be
how they would each feel in a Couple of hours.

The manager's name was Joe, and he was very shy. He seldom went
out with girls, and he was the butt of many jokes among the
players. Now he looked much more frightened than shy.

He was dressed in a cheer leader's outfit. His sweater was made of
the finest angora, all soft and fuzzy. It was several sizes too
small for his lush figure. His huge breasts were prominently
displayed under the thing, and his large, obviously engorged,
nipples showed clearly through the fabric.

He wore a white pleated skirt which only just covered his ass.
Every time he moved, his black panties showed, as did his
crotchless panty hose. On his feet, he wore white sneakers with
little fluffy balls at the heel.

Two guys ran in after him. one of them grabbed him and began to
kiss his ruby painted lips. The other ran his hands up his front,
stopping to massage the knockers and tweak the nipples. The girls
and their dates watched as the cheer leader began to moan and to
thrust her hips forward like a bitch in heat. Soon they could hear
her begging to have a cock inside of her.

In the end, she wound up on her knees, a cock inserted in each
end. Her throat and ass worked in unison, milking the cum out of
each intruder.

When they finished they turned her around and let her go to work
again. She was unable to help herself, as she took the stained
cock into her hot mouth. She was driven by the injections to
demand ever increasing amounts of sex.

In horror and fascination, the girls watched as she removed her
clothes and climbed up on the table. Her legs waived about in the
air as she offered her ass to every one.

They were told she would be like that for about six hours. Soon
they would be imitating her, but when they raised their skirts, it
would be bright plastic heels flashing about in the air.

Each girl was then told that the key to their bracelets was
located in a locker out in the hall. When their painful heels
combined with their escalating sex drive finally drove them from
the dance floor, they would have to direct their date to open the
locker and release them. Each girl was then told by whisper that
the key to her locker, and its number, was located in her false
pussy. These devices had been bonded on over their genitals while
their breasts were developing. Each pussy appeared to be real, and
each was fully functional.

Each one held a captive prick inside, compressed so any attempt at
erection would be very painful. The head of the cock was resting
against the false pussy, and any intrusion would slide along the
sensitive organ, exciting it. sex would feel great, but an orgasm
would be impossible.

Each new girl would have to offer herself to the probing fingers
of her date in order for him to get the key. Each swore she would
do no such thing. No man, especially not this huge black man who
would have just spent hours rubbing his body against hers was
going to get his hand between her legs.

The hours passed very slowly for ten girls. Dancing pressed up
against their date, each girl could not help but feel the gigantic
erection which kept pressing against her crotch.

The heels were murder to dance in, and they danced every dance.
Soon each girl felt herself placing her weight on her raised hand,
pulling her date's face nearer and nearer to her own. Each girl
also felt her libido rising. The drugs were causing them to build
to an almost explosive sexual pitch. Each touch now became a
torment as her body begged for more.

At last the pain and desire won out. One by one, each girl
whispered the magic words into her date's waiting ear, and then
they made their way out into the hall.

The routine in the hall was the same for each couple. The girl
would lead the way to the lockers and then have to tell her date
where to find the number and the key. Each girl turned red as she
finally stammered out the instructions.

Each girl gasped in shame and desire as she felt her date's hand
make its way under her skirt. Each date took his time, slowly
sliding his hand up the silken covered leg, pausing at the bare
flesh while he kissed her deeply.

Then the hand proceeded up to her panties, now sopping wet from
the secretions from the false pussy. Two fingers would make their
way inside the device, brushing against the head of the buried
penis. The sexual desire was so great that even this movement
caused the girl's hips to shoot forward and a gasp of pleasure to
escape from her painted lips. Each date took advantage of the
situation, rubbing his fingers in and out of her wet cave, driving
her a little further along the road to her ultimate destruction.
Each girl felt her hips begin to thrust up and back in rhythm to
his actions. Any one watching would have known she was a bitch in
heat, ready to fuck even without hearing her whispered pleas.

At last the key was freed. The date would then locate the locker
and insert the key. Inside he would find a small case. one the
outside was a combination lock with instructions. The combination
was the girl's measurements. Since no one actually knew her own
measurements, they would have to find a tape and some one to hold
it as it was passed around her body three times.

When this was done, they moved again to be alone and he worked the
lock open. Inside the case was the key to the collar as well as
some other things.

The first was a bottle of liquid which had a label telling him to
pour it down her throat. He did, by first grabbing her hair and
pulling her head back until her mouth popped open from the strain.
Once her mouth was full, he covered her nose with his hand and
waited until she swallowed.

The bottle contained an accelerant which would cause her growing
desires to grow even faster. It also would fix her body in its
current form unless she received the antidote within twenty-four
hours.

Next came a black silken nighty which would leave her nearly naked
if she put it on. she knew she soon would.

Finally came the key, and he inserted it into the lock and
released her from his neck. In a flash he had placed around her
own neck and snapped it shut again. She was still trapped, since
only he could release her. she knew she would never id able to out
run him in her spike heels, so she waited for his next command.

She was forced to walk with him out to the parking lot where his
car waited. Then it was a ride to his apartment where she was soon
locked in. Her dress was removed and replaced by the tiny bundle
of black silk and lace.

By the time he released her arm, she was so hot she would have
accepted anything in her pussy just for some relief. She might
have known it would not be that simple.

He wanted to be seduced. She soon found herself taking off all his
clothes, one by one, and sliding her silken covered charms across
his muscular body. Her tongue traveled his entire length, front
and back, stopping at last at his giant erection.

She was forced to her knees where shegave this appendage special
attention. She licked it up and down its length, pausing at the
base to suck on his balls. When he allowed her to take the head
into her waiting mouth, she was almost grateful.

In and out he slid, grabbing her head and forcing her to deep
throat his member. She quickly learned to time her breathing to
his thrusts as he face fucked her.

Just before he came, he withdrew and lifted her up. she cried out
as he forced himself inside of her, and began his ride. Her legs
came up and wrapped themselves around his waist. She could see
them in the mirror over the bed, as her hips rose up to meet his.
Her heels caught the light and sparkled as they waved about. Her
ears heard a high feminine voice begging to be taken until he at
last collapsed on top of her.

All night they repeated this scene. He took her again and again,
moving from one opening to another. By morning, she had accepted
him in every hole she had, and she was still begging him for more.
The man inside her head was nearly dying from shame, but the woman
body was in total control.

When it was at last over, he slapped her bare but and told her to
get up and cook him some breakfast. He made her run around all day
in her skimpy outfit, cleaning and cooking for him. He never
touched her again, but his eyes told her he was not yet finished
with her that way either.

Evening finally came and she found herself back in her evening
gown and high heels. Her body ached in every joint, but she had
learned to obey her new master's every wish. she followed along
behind him like a pet on a leash, struggling to keep with his long
stride.

They arrived at last at a dark, foreboding looking building in a
tough part of town. It was some kind of an after hours club, and
it was just beginning to fill up with people. She noticed that the
vast majority of the customers were men and every one was black.
The only white people in the place were her and her nine fellow
players. The whole team was here, all dressed in their prom
outfits.

Each girl was led to a stage in the center of the room. This was
once the dance floor, and spot lights shown down on each girl.
Their heads were pulled down by a leash attached to a leather
collar which had been fastened around each slender white neck.

Wrists were crossed behind the back and fastened tightly together
with leather straps. Legs were spread apart and held that way by a
steel bar with cuffs on each end. Finally, a rope from the ceiling
was attached to each set of bound wrists, and then shortened until
the arms were lifted as far as they could be without dislocating a
shoulder.

The girls were left to endure an entire night at the mercy of the
customers. They found themselves helpless, with a line forming at
each head and each ass. The multiple rapes would continue all
night, until each girl had learned to accept the huge cocks which
plowed up their tight rear openings and down each unwilling
throat.

About midnight they were given another dose of the girl juice and
told they would have to get the antidote within twenty-four hours
or the effects would be permanent. Then they were released and
told to go to they counterpart on the girls team's house.

At the door, they realized tines would have to split up. Each was
going in a different direction, and had at least five miles to
cover. That meant walking in their tight dresses and scandalously
high heels, their hands secured at the back, helpless to resist
any one who decided to use them.

>From the way they looked and the way they smelled, it was clear
they would have to deal with lots of attention before they reached
their destinations.

Bob did not get to Carol's house until well after dawn. Carol
greeted him with a sneer and using a knife, quickly freed his
hands. She made him strip and bathe and then don a sexy french
maid's uniform.

Wearing this, including the black patent pumps, he fixed a fancy
meal, set the dining table for ten and finally served dinner. The
guests were the girl's team of course, although he did hear noises
like someone else might be behind the closed door of the dining
room.

When every one had eaten her fill and Bob had cleaned up the
table, Carol asked him if wanted to be a girl forever. He quickly
stammered his negative reply and Carol told him how he would have
to find his antidote.

As he watched each girl raised her skirts and lowered her panties.
Each inserted a small white pill in her vagina. He was told that
one of the pills was real, the others were only sugar pills.

He was made to stand before Carol while she secured his hands in a
single glove. This pulled his arms together until his elbows
touched. His breasts stuck out, and he had to thrust his hips back
in order to maintain his balance.

The door to the living room was opened and there sat the other
nine members of his team. Each had returned to manhood, but each
still sported his female under garments and high heels. It was
also obvious each had been cruelly used during the night, and the
idea of sex was the furthest thing from each mind.

Bob was told he would have to get each guy hard and then watch
while the girl sat down on the erect rock and fucked it until it
came deep inside of her. Then and only then would Bob be allowed
to use his tongue to clean out the cream filled pussy and get at
the pill.

He would have to do all ten women by midnight in order to be sure
he got the correct pill. It might be the first one, or it might be
the last one. He might get nine done in time, and still wind up a
girl for the rest of his life.

He quickly went to work, deep throating the first cock, using his
now talented tongue and lips to get it to rise. As it worked its
way down his throat, his muscles began to massage it until it was
nearly ready to spurt.

He was then withdrawn to watch as a pussy engulfed the cock and
rode it to a climax. When he was through pumping cum into her, she
would with draw, stand up and show Bob the white jism leaking out
of her. He would have to kneel before her temple and use all his
talents to please her.

If she reached orgasm, she would allow him to clean her out,
including the pill. He would work hard all night, for what he did
not know was that Carol had no intention of every letting him
become a man again. She had the only real pill and she had
swallowed it some time ago. Just for a moment, she had a thought
about telling him the awful truth. She pictured him at the orifice
where the pill would eventually appear. Her cheeks clenched in
anticipation of that event, but then she just smiled.

"No," she thought. "I'd rather have him as a cross-sexed slave and
I can probably find some other way to get him to enjoy sucking my
ass another day."


END