Team Spirit
by Janice Dreamer
The crowd was on its feet. This was the final game for the state
championship. Madison High was favored by a narrow margin and it
looked like they were going to pull it off. Eastern High's only hope
was their All State quarterback, Josh Thomas. But even his magnificent
passing ability might not get them the yardage they needed to score,
especially since the Madison defenders had to know a pass was Eastern's
only hope.
Josh glanced over at the sidelines to check the game clock. Five
seconds remained in the game. Sweat trickled down the back of his
neck. They were trailing by 4. Coach had told them before the game
that there were scouts from Notre Dame, Michigan, Texas, UCLA, and
Florida State in the stands. Josh knew this was his big chance -- if
he won this game he'd be getting offers from the best college football
programs in the country and would be on the road to a Heisman trophy
and a first round NFL draft pick; if he blew it, with his dismal grades
he'd be lucky to land a job at the Jiffy Lube down the road.
His gaze traveled over the Eastern cheerleaders, trying to distract
himself from the pressure he was under. He'd slept with most of them.
They were bouncing and yelling in a frenzy just now; giving their all
to inspire the team to one final, nearly impossible, score. His eyes
lingered over the girl in the middle, Amy Hanson. He stared at her
nice tight ass as she moved it in a sexy little figure eight. The way
she worked her hips, shimmied her tits, and wiggled her butt made Josh
lick his lips unconsciously. He felt his cock begin to throb
pleasantly just thinking how he'd like to give her something to wriggle
on.
``Hey Thomas! Wake up man!'' one of the linemen jabbed him playfully
in the arm, breaking the trance. Josh shook his head throwing droplets
of sweat from his hair. He pulled his helmet back on and hunched down
into the huddle. He called the play, a pass, clapped his hands and
broke the huddle.
His entire future was riding on the next five seconds. He felt like
time had slowed to a crawl. He called the signals and took the snap,
dropped back and scanned the field. The blocking from the front line
was holding back the defenders, he had time. But each receiver he
checked was covered. Nobody was open. Then a Madison defender broke
through the line and came charging toward him. He pumped his arm and
dodged to the right, evading the tackle. He looked downfield once
more, feeling desperate now. Still nobody open. He sensed, rather
than actually saw, the defensive player running toward him from the
left. It was all coming unraveled.
``Fuck it!'' He tucked the ball in close to his body and broke into a
run. He could hear the grunts from the Madison players right on his
heels, but he didn't risk a glance back to see how close they were. He
narrowly dodged a tackler who loomed up in his path and somehow found
the energy to accelerate his pace, running on adrenaline and a will to
win. He felt a rush of power come over him. It was like the time he'd
tried coke -- he was invincible.
He saw the goal line coming closer and closer, he was almost there.
But there were two defenders converging on his path. There was no time
to dodge. He lowered his head, tucked the ball tighter into his
stomach, and charged ahead with grim determination.
``Ooof!'' He felt the collision in every cell of his body as all the
air rushed out of his lungs. Somehow he kept his footing and lunged
ahead with his last ounce of strength. He saw the broad white line
pass beneath him just as he felt himself falling. He hit the ground
with a massive bone-jarring thud and slid for several feet before
coming to a stop. His arms ached from clutching the ball and he
couldn't breathe. He rolled over on his back and let go of the ball as
he dimly heard the whistle blowing. He lay still for an eternity,
gasping air. The crowd's roar was like a physical force.
``TOUCHDOWN!'' the P.A. system was blaring, ``Josh Thomas with a
seventy five yard run wins the game for Eastern High!''
*****
``Great game, Josh!'' Ben Langston called over his shoulder on his way
out of the locker room.
``Thanks Ben! See ya at the party!''
Josh was the last to leave the locker room. He was still in a daze
from all the well-wishers congratulating him, pounding his back,
shaking his hand. He grabbed his letter jacket off the hook in his
locker and slammed the door closed, giving the combination lock a spin.
He checked himself out in the mirror a final time. He liked what he
saw, and knew the girls did too. He was six feet, three inches tall,
muscular but not bulky, with a square jaw, deep blue eyes, and straight
black hair neatly cut. His dates usually compared him to a taller,
stronger, Tom Cruise. Satisfied with his appearance, he left the
locker room and just stood for a moment, savoring the memory of his
victory in the silence of the deserted gym.
He was walking toward the exit when the door to the girl's locker room
swung open and there was Amy. Pretty as ever. Haughty as always.
He'd asked her out a couple times earlier in the year but she always
refused. Once she even turned down a date because she said she had to
study -- what a lame excuse! She was just a stuck-up bitch who thought
herself too good for a poor dumb jock like him. He could take his pick
of any girl in school so why should he waste his time on one who didn't
want him? But tonight was different. Tonight was magical, nothing was
beyond his reach tonight. He made up his mind, he was going to have
her.
Amy didn't notice Josh standing there watching her. She thought she
was the only one left in the gym. She was in a foul mood from
listening to the other cheerleaders chattering about the upcoming
victory party. They'd all been gushing over that steroid case Josh
Thomas. It was sickening to hear them speculating among themselves
over who was going to spend the night with him -- she must be the only
one who HADN'T had the dubious thrill of a Josh Thomas fucking.
She also knew about the college scouts who'd been watching tonight's
game, and that only made her mood worse. After tonight Josh, who
probably had a 1.5 GPA, , would get a full scholarship to any college
he chose. That thought had been eating at her even while she made a
spectacle of herself cheering for him to win. She HATED cheerleading,
but the guidance counselor at school and all the college admission
guidebooks said a person had to be 'well-rounded' to get into a top
college. So she cast off her dignity, put on a pretty smile and
gyrated out there just like the little airheads whose only thoughts
were of clothes, partying, and snagging the best boyfriend. Not that
she couldn't have any boy she wanted eating out of her palm. She was a
very attractive girl, 5'10'' tall and willowy, with long straight brown
hair, dark brown eyes, and a classically lovely face. In fact, she was
pretty enough to be a model if she had wanted to, except that she
despised the notion of becoming a brainless bimbo earning her living on
looks alone. Her self respect just wouldn't permitpermit her to even
consider that career path.
In fact, on many occasions she hated the way she looked and the way she
seemed to affect men. They always seemed to notice her beauty and
never take her seriously. This particularly irked her since she had a
brilliant mind and excelled at subjects which were traditionally male
dominated. Science and mathematics were her passion and she was
determined to make a name for herself with her mind, not her body. But
it was hard work. She'd organized her life around a carefully thought
out campaign to get into the best college and eventually go on to get
her doctorate and work in research. Her studies and the
extra-curricular activities she'd chosen to make herself that mythical
'well-rounded student' left her no time for socializing so she ended up
with no close friends and no sexual experience whatsoever. All of
which was why she was so resentful of jocks like Josh Thomas who seemed
to have life presented to them on a silver platter.
Lost in her daWith her mind preoccupied by her dark mood, she wasn't
watching where she was going. She was fumbling in her purse for her
car keys and so lost in thought about how unfair it was for a near
moron like Josh to be so heavily recruited by colleges, that she nearly
bumped into him. She noticed him at the last second and recoiled in
fright. Her purse slipped from her handsHer purse slipped from her
hands and the contents scattered across the floor.
``Oh shit!'' she squeaked, ``You scared me!''
``It's okay, Amy'' Josh made a little waving motion, ``It's me, Josh.''
``Yah, well look what you made do!'' she gestured angrily at the mess
from her purse strewn across the floor.
He crouched down and started gathering up her things feeling angry at
being talked to in that tone. Who did she think she was, tearing into
him like that? It wasn't like he MADE her drop her stupid shit. His
resentment increased as she just stood there, watching imperiously
while he collected all the spilled junk.
Finally, he rose and held out a double handful of cosmetics, hair
brush, and whatnot for her to put back in her purse. She accepted them
without even a word of thanks and began cramming them back into her
purse. ``Some game, eh?'' he grinned, hoping to salvage the
situation. He glanced down her low cut top and was rewarded with a
tantalizing glimpse of her firm round breasts. He felt his cock
rising, straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans. He
mentally crossed his fingers and decided to go for it -- now was as
good a time as any. ``Ummm... There's this party? Y'know?
Everybody's gonna be there. Wanna come?''
She looked up from rearranging her purse and stared at him in disdain.
This was the final straw. She just completely blew up. ``With you?
Big football hero. Mr. Studmuffin. Every girl in school just dying
for your touch. God's gift. Yeah, right! Bad enough that every
college in the country will be begging a D student to PLEASE accept a
full scholarship while I'll have to work my butt off to pay tuition,
now you want to rub my nose in it by having me as your trophy date.
Maybe even fucking me so you can complete your cheerleader collection?
But then you're a jock and I'm just the class valedictorian. Get a
clue! How many times do I have to turn you down before you figure it
out? I'm not going out with you! So go find one of your little sluts
and leave me alone!''
He kept silent as she berated him, getting angrier with every word.
Finally she finished talking and started to brush past him and he
reached out and grabbed her arm.
``Bitch!''
``Get your hands off me you ape!'' she sneered, jerking her shoulder
away from his grasp.
He made another grab for her and caught her blouse, pulling it hard.
He had only meant to stop her from walking away, give himself a chance
to respond to her tirade with a few insults of his own. But her blouse
ripped open at the neckline, exposing most of the tops of her breasts.
She just stared at him, gasping indignantly, too shocked to react for
several breaths. He glanced down at her tits and grinned lewdly. When
she noticed him leering at her chest she felt a hot blush of
embarrassment spreading over her face, down her neck, and onto her
breasts. Josh grinned even wider as her boobs took on a rosy glow.
She swung her arm as hard as she could, wanting with all her being to
knock the smile off his face. But his athlete's reflexes were too fast
for her. He brought his free arm up to block the intended slap,
trapping her hand a foot from his cheek. His large hand, used to
gripping a football, easily encircled her wrist in an unbreakable grip.
``Let me go, Asshole,'' she hissed in icy fury.
Josh tightened his hold on her arm. The elation over tonight's victory
gave him a heady feeling of invulnerability. Looking down at the
pretty girl helplessly struggling in his grasp made him feel powerful
and aroused him enormously. His cock throbbed, hard as a rock.
``C'mon Amy. You're a cheerleader. You're supposed to INSPIRE me to
perform. Show a little team spirit.''
*****
Amy huddled in the locker-room sobbing softly to herself. She had
already showered the blood off her crotch and thighs from her stolen
virginity. But her vagina still stung from the memory of his cock
savagely thrusting into her.
She considered going to the police but rejected that idea. The last
thing Josh had said before he left to go to the victory celebration was
that he knew a dozen people who'd swear Amy had begged him for sex if
she tried to make any trouble for him. She thought he probably could
get away with it too. Josh was the most popular guy in school. And
she had no illusions about her own popularity, most everybody thought
she was stuck-up and would probably secretly congratulate Josh for
taking her down a peg.
She decided against the police for another reason. Even if Josh was
wrong and people believed her, the worst that would happen to him would
be a few years in jail. She didn't want justice served. She wanted
Josh to SUFFER. She wanted to take everything away from him that he
loved. She wanted to leave him with nothing, not even hope. And she
wanted him to live with that for a long, long time.
No, she didn't want Josh Thomas dead, not at all. That was much too
good for him.
*****
Josh walked into the training camp meeting room with the attitude of a
king making his entrance at court. The Dallas Wranglers were the most
popular football team in America and Josh had been their most popular
player for more years than he could remember. He scanned the room,
nodding to old teammates, trying to fit names on the draft to new
faces. The new recruits seemed younger every year. One rookie he
recognized easily. Billy Joe Coleson. He was at the back of the room,
slouched back in his chair with a look of smug confidence on his face.
It wasn't any big secret that the Wranglers' first round draft pick was
a quarterback -- and that Josh had spent almost half of last season on
the injured list.
So far nothing was official. He knew he couldn't stay on top forever.
At 39 years old he was already being written off by many sportswriters
as over the hill. But Josh was determined to keep his job. He would
just have to work harder, use his experience to prove to the world he
could still do a better job than any kid fresh out of college. He
refused to even consider retirement, football was his entire life. He
was nobody if he couldn't be Josh Thomas, five-time Superbowl winning
quarterback.
Retirement seemed like a death sentence to him. He just couldn't
imagine life as a 'normal' person. His life had been a string of fast
cars, willing women, and extravagant spending. But for all his lovers,
he had no wife or family he could rely on to stand by him if he left
football. No woman could put up for very long with his blatantly
unapologetic infidelities and non-stop partying with his buddies. Josh
thought of women as things put on earth for his amusement -- if he
pissed one off, there was always another waiting in line.
Somewhere deep in his heart he knew that if his football career ended
he'd soon piss away his good looks and his health because of the
profligate lifestyle he led when not in training. He had no illusions
that he could go into broadcasting or business, he just wasn't
articulate or smart enough. Out of the limelight and with nothing left
to do but pursue his wild lifestyle, he'd soon become one of those fat
old rich guys who only got women because of their money. Women weren't
interested in a has-been unless he could buy them things. But despite
his age he still had talent, and he knew he still had a few years at
the top. There was no way he was going to be forced into retirement by
Billy Joe Coleson or any other rookie.
Coach Turner strutted in and everybody took their seats. This was the
very first team meeting of the new season and he always liked to
establish his authority early, putting the cocky young rookies in their
places and squashing any show of rebellion from veterans who might have
ideas about contract negotiations. He was followed by his assistant
coaches, team trainers and coaching staff. The last person to enter
the room caused a stir among the players, she was a new face among the
support people and extremely attractive. There was a chorus of
appreciative whistles and muttered sexual suggestions.
``Okay you guys, cut the chatter.'' Turner growled, and seemed
satisfied with the respectful silence that descended over the room.
``Since you've already noticed we have a new member of the staff, allow
me to introduce Dr. Hanson. She's accepted the position of Sports
Medicine Consultant to the organization. She's been given full
authority by the management. You do what she says or you don't play,
it's as simple as that. We're lucky to have her -- she's a Nobel
Laureate, the very best there is. You've all been scheduled for
appointments with her, check on the board after the meeting for your
day and time. Now, on to other things.''
Turner talked for almost an hour, laying down the law. Josh listened
distractedly, he'd heard it all before. He idly wondered what the hell
a 'Nobel Laureate' was, and what she'd feel like wrapped around his
cock. Sports medicine had improved rapidly during his career --
without some of the new technology he would never have been able to
continue playing as long as he had already. Maybe this sexy new
consultant had some medical magic that would let him keep his edge. He
decided to check it out as soon as possible, so when the meeting broke
up, Josh made his way to the front for a personal introduction to the
team's newest trainer.
Up close she looked vaguely familiar, but most beautiful women seemed
alike to Josh. She had a very young and vibrant look to her, and
seemed amazingly self-confident. Josh flashed her his sexiest smile
and took her hand. ``Nice to meet you, Doctor. I'm Josh Thomas,
starting quarterback.''
She smiled at him warmly and laughed lightly. ``Oh Josh! Don't be
such a tease! We went to high school together, silly. I was a
cheerleader. Don't tell me you don't remember the night of the big
game? State championships against Madison? It's me, Amy Hanson!''
Josh looked confused for several seconds, before recognition dawned on
his face. This woman would have to be as old as himself but she sure
didn't look it. He thought he should remember her, but he couldn't be
sure it was over twenty years since high school. He did remember the
game she mentioned, that had cinched his scholarship to Notre Dame.
He'd fucked one of the cheerleaders that night too that had been some
hot sex! He remembered they'd been in some kind of a fight. She'd
started out screaming mad at him for some reason but once they got down
she'd really loved it. Was that Amy Hanson? He'd had so many women
over the years that they all sort of blurred together in his memory.
He'd fucked every single member of the cheerleading squad that year, so
if she said she was a cheerleader then they must have done it. He
grinned slyly, thinking of the possibilities. Maybe he could get a
taste of the new team Doctor 'for old time's sake'. But he'd have to
play it by ear not all his conquests of cheerleaders had ended
amicably, some of them had acted downright nasty when he'd fucked them
and then moved on.
``Amy! Of course I remember you!'' he lied, still trying to remember
the details of their relationship together.
``Well, I should hope so!'' she moved in closer and gave him a very
friendly hug. ``We'll have to get together sometime and talk about old
times.''
Just then she was called off by Turner and she gave Josh a parting
smile before she turned and walked away. He didn't see how the smile
changed to a look of triumph when her head was turned. She had pulled
it off beautifully, so far. The groundwork for her revenge had been
laid years before. She'd never gone to the police, or acted in any way
resentful towards him throughout the remainder of their senior year.
She never gave him reason to think she was plotting revenge. He was so
sure of himself and his sexual prowess that he never suspected a thing.
She'd followed his career as closely as possible over the years. She
knew about his sexual antics. There'd probably been many other women
who'd been raped or otherwise coerced into the great Josh Thomas's bed.
He was definitely the type of man who really believed that 'no' from a
woman meant she was just playing hard to get. Was he in for a
surprise.
*****
Josh awkwardly leaned over the examination table. His pants were
around his ankles, hobbling him and making him feel more vulnerable
than if he were completely nude.
``Just be calm, Josh,'' Amy said sweetly, as she circled his wrists
with straps and buckled them shut. ``This is a precaution so you won't
flinch and injure yourself.''
She patted his cheek and went around to the other side of the table,
talking as she fiddled with her instruments. ``Since this is your
first visit I have to take some samples. You might have heard gossip
in the locker-room about my muscle restorative technique. The entire
team will be receiving treatments twice a week. The formula is
tailored for your individual body chemistry. An old veteran like
yourself, with many old injuries and aches and pains should notice some
remarkable changes.''
Amy stood behind him. He cringed as he heard the SNAP! of a rubber
glove being fitted onto her hand.
``Now just relax, Josh. You've probably done almost the same thing to
dozens of women over the years,'' her voice had assumed a disdainful
tone, dripping acid.
Involuntarily Josh rose onto tiptoes as her finger slid smoothly into
his ass. He was mortified to realize that his cock had sprung to full
erection at the embarrassing invasion. A moan escaped his lips.
Sliding her finger slowly in and out of his anus, she reached round
with her other hand and grasped his cock. He felt the cool smoothness
of her latex encased fingers gently sliding along his shaft. He felt
totally helpless, a feeling which was alien to him. Surely this wasn't
part of the physical examination?
``My! You're so tense, Stud,'' Amy breathed into his ear as she
continued to pump his ass and stroke his throbbing hard-on. ``How's it
feel to be fucked, Football Hero?''
Her tone had taken on a malevolence that worried Josh. Was she into
some weird kinky shit? He had to keep calm, not give her the
satisfaction of seeing his fear. But he swore to himself once she let
him loose he'd be damned if she'd lay hands on him again. She can just
forget about giving him any of her treatments!
Josh didn't see Amy's face as she stood behind him working his cock and
ass. If he had he might have asked Turner to trade him rather than
continue playing for the same team that she worked for. She felt a
sense of triumph as she heard Josh groan. When his body shuddered and
his cock spasmed in orgasm she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
Her revenge was ready to begin.
*****
Josh shifted uncomfortably. He nervously folded and unfolded a slip of
paper. In bold type was written ``Notice of Suspension without pay''.
He'd been waiting in Coach Turner's outer office for over an hour.
He'd never had to wait before, just walked right in, but Turner's
secretary had been adamant. Finally the door to the inner office swung
open and Billy Joe Coleson walked out followed by the coach. Turner
patted Coleson on the back in a friendly manner.
``Good practice Billy Joe. Your passing game is really improving.''
``Thanks Coach!'' Coleson flashed Josh a smug look and walked off.
Josh was immediately on his feet. ``What is this Coach?'' he asked,
waving the suspension notice at Turner.
``You refused treatment by the team Doctor. That's in violation of
your contract. Your salary's forfeit and you're subject to a $25,000
fine for each day in default. Retroactive.'' Turner was cold. He was
notorious for his ruthless methods of maintaining discipline among the
players.
``But that woman's crazy Coach! She's some sort of psycho! You got no
idea what she did to me!''
``Tell it to your Momma, boy, cause I don't give a fuck. None of the
other players have any problem with Dr. Hanson. This organization has
no room for a prima donna who refuses to follow the training program
laid out for him. It don't matter how many Superbowl rings you have,
if you can't follow orders then pack your bags. And good luck finding
another coach willing to take on a 39 year old quarterback who's
a-scared of a goddamn woman doctor.'' Now the coach looked at Josh
contemptuously and continued in a threatening tone of voice. ``If a
little bitty 120 pound bitch can scare the shit out of the mighty Josh
Thomas maybe it's time we looked for a quarterback with a bit more
fight in him. Billy Joe Coleson doesn't refuse to show up for his
medical appointments.''
Josh felt trapped. He either had to quit the team or do what Coach was
ordering him. The coach did have a point. She was only a woman. He'd
just have to be extra careful dealing with her from now on.
``All right Coach. I'll keep my appointments with Hanson from now
on.''
``See that you do. I'll tell accounting to reinstate you as soon as
I've had confirmation from the Doctor that you're following your
training regimen. 'Course they'll deduct the fine before reinstating
your salary. Now get the hell out of my sight while I'm feeling
generous.''
*****
Josh stood under the hot spray of the shower. Today's practice had
been fantastic. He felt invigorated. He hadn't had a workout like
this in ages. For more years than he cared to think about he'd been
plagued by aches and pains from previous injuries. It was the fate of
every professional athlete in a sport as physically demanding as
football. Every year the pain got worse and you learned to live with
it, but sooner or later it got to be too much and some eager young guy
came along who hadn't yet had his first knee surgery and your career
was over.
Josh was tired from the day's exertions but he wasn't in pain. He felt
like a kid again. Lately, all the older veterans were saying the same
thing. It was as if all the trauma suffered by their bodies over years
of grueling seasons in the NFL had been erased. And they all credited
Dr. Amy Hanson for the miracle.
Josh had returned to Hanson, sullen and wary but determined to endure
the worst for the sake of his career. She had been businesslike but
smugly condescending. Both of them had known who held the upper hand.
She hadn't tried anything like at their first meeting. She'd simply
given him a fairly normal medical exam and finished it with a shot in
his ass. She told him to show up every Monday and Thursday at the same
time for further treatments.
He'd been back six times since then and each time had been the same, a
quick physical check followed by an injection in his buttocks. He
asked around the locker-room and learned that virtually every player
went through the same drill when they received their treatment. They'd
all been told the injections were individually formulated mixtures of
vitamins, enzymes, and muscle restoratives. The treatment was based on
her Nobel winning biomedical research and was designed to reduce the
effects of injury and restore the body's systems to peak performance.
It systematically removed keloid scar tissue, calcium deposits, and
other trauma found in the body molecule by molecule. At the same time
it worked from the patient's own cellular patterns as a blueprint to
repair muscle cells that were stretched, skin that had sagged, and
various other problem conditions, to restore a body to prime working
order.
Much as he despised her for what she'd done, Josh had to admit that Amy
must know her stuff. The entire team was playing at their very best.
He still felt nervous whenever he had to visit the team Doctor. But
she remained coolly professional, albeit with an air of superior
arrogance. Perhaps she felt that first humiliating experience was
sufficient to exact her revenge for whatever grudge she bore him and
was now content to just do her job. He hoped that was so because the
Coach was Hanson's biggest supporter. The season hadn't even started
and already Turner was making Superbowl plans.
*****
``Mmmm. Your skin's so soft. Not at all like I expected on a big
football star.''
The little blonde ran her fingers over Josh's chest. He glanced down
in the dim light and confirmed once more that there seemed to be much
less hair on his chest than he remembered. She circled his nipple and
he felt an electric thrill of passion. His nipples hadn't ever felt so
sensitive. The girl teasingly kissed her way down to his cock and
began sucking him back to erection and he stopped thinking.
Some time later he heaved a mighty sigh of contentment. His breathing
was slowly returning to normal and he stroked the girl's hair
affectionately. He couldn't remember her name. She was some bimbo
he'd picked up in the hotel bar after the game.
``That was real nice, Sugar. But I need my sleep now. Got an early
flight in the morning.''
She pouted prettily at him. Her cheek was still resting on his thigh
and he could feel her breath warm against his cock. She stroked her
palm over Josh's smooth chest a final time and rose to get dressed.
He propped himself up in bed and watched her as she dressed. The girl
was young and buxom and ripe, very pretty and very passionate in bed.
She was a fitting reward for today's game. It was their first
exhibition game and they'd thoroughly trounced the other team. Josh
had completed 28 passes out of 32 -- 5 of them for touchdowns. He was
playing better than ever.
He had noticed before how his body hair was thinning. His beard was
much sparser too, and he could now go several days before needing a
shave. Also, hair was starting to grow back in spots on his head. He
hadn't been bald but his hairline had been receding slightly. Enough
for his macho vanity to notice. But now he had the same thick head of
hair as he'd had at 18.
When he questioned Amy about it she said it was possibly a mild side
effect of the restorative injections. That seemed logical, since his
body felt so young maybe his hair was going back to how it'd been as a
young man. This theory seemed to hold since several other players were
regrowing bald spots. One lineman who had been almost completely bald
now had practically a full head of hair. The others joked with him
about joining the hair club for men. In any case it didn't seem to be
a problem since everyone was playing so well. The only thing that
bothered Josh was that he hadn't noticed any of the other players were
losing their body hair.
He put it out of his mind as the girl kissed him good night and gave
him her phone number. She asked him to call next time he was in town.
He tossed the paper in the wastebasket as soon as she was out the door.
She was good, but she wasn't THAT good. There was always another
pretty little slut just begging to be fucked by a celebrity like Josh.
*****
``Two! Twenty Nine!''
Josh looked left, then right. He was crouched over the center, calling
the audible. His running-back was in motion, in perfect rhythm with
the timing of the play. Everything was working brilliantly, everyone
playing at their peak. They were up by three touchdowns and it wasn't
even half-time yet. It was the second game of the regular season and
the entire team was totally pumped for victory.
``Two! Thirteeeeeeen!''
His voice cracked! The last number had come out in a shrill soprano.
The man in motion skipped a beat, nearly tripping himself in his
surprise. Josh tried to collect himself and go on with the play.
``Hutt! Hutt! Hutt!''
The words sounded as though they'd been screamed out by a teenage girl.
He took the snap, faded back and searched downfield for his receivers.
But his concentration was broken and his timing was off. He ended up
missing a wide open receiver and trotted off the field as the kicking
team came up.
On the sidelines Josh coughed, drank some Gatorade, spat, and tried his
voice. It still sounded suspiciously high-pitched. When a teammate
asked what was wrong he shrugged and said he thought he might be
catching cold. He finished the game, struggling to keep his voice as
deep as possible and sounding like a girl imitating a man.
He only completed half his passes during the rest of the game and
failed to score any more. The defense managed to salvage their lead
and they won by 4 points.
*****
``Room service. How may we help you?''
``Yes, this is room three-oh-three. I'd like a bottle of scotch and
some ice, please.'' Josh needed a drink desperately but he hadn't
wanted to deal with the crowds in the hotel bar.
``Right away, Miss. Will there be anything else for the lady this
evening?''
``It's SIR ! I'm a man damnit! And no, nothing else.''
``Yes Miss`a errr`a Sir. Sorry Sir.''
Josh slammed the phone down and fumed until the booze was delivered.
He didn't tip the waiter.
*****
Josh lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
A pretty brunette was snuggled up to his side. He felt the softness of
her breasts against his own soft, sensitive, nearly hairless skin. She
idly ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, with the other hand
she toyed with his limp cock. Her touch felt wonderful, his cock
seemed even more sensitive than ever lately. But no matter how she
fondled it, rubbed it, sucked on it, it stubbornly refused to get hard.
``Don't worry, Hon. Things like this happen to all guys. You gotta be
under a lot of stress these days. Everybody's out to beat the
Wranglers. But you really showed them today, Baby! I never saw
anybody play so hard as you guys did today.''
She smiled up at him, obviously trying to cure his impotence with
flattery. He didn't answer her. He very rarely spoke at all these
days. When he did he tried to affect a deep voice that ended up
sounding fake. He had heard some of his teammates talking about him.
Their new nickname for him was ``Squeaky''. But only behind his back
he was still the number one quarterback in the NFL after all.
The girl hadn't given up yet. She continued to fondle him, cupping his
shaft in her palm and teasing his balls with her fingertips. She
nibbled his ear and crooned softly to him, like a mother reassuring a
child.
``If you're embarrassed about your size, don't be, Lover. Size isn't
important. I LIKE cute little cocks like yours.''
All his life he'd been proud of his cock. It used to be nearly ten
inches long when erect. But he hadn't had an erection in almost a
week. About ten days ago, while he was still in shock over his voice
change, he noticed his cock looked smaller. He couldn't be sure at the
time because the difference wasn't that great, but it shrunk steadily
in the following days. Even though it was much smaller he discovered
it seemed to be MORE sensitive, and he found he got the sensation of
orgasm -- very intense orgasms -- when he masturbated, although he
didn't ejaculate at all.
He figured maybe having a naked woman ready to fuck would cure his
impotence. He had been so pumped up from winning the game today that
he decided now was the time to pick up a woman and get his hard-on
back. He glanced down to see her hand cradling his still limp penis.
It was approximately the same size as her slender delicate thumb, less
than three inches long. He felt the tingling beginnings of an orgasm
from her touch but his cock refused to grow.
Finally Josh just gave up and turned away. He stared silently at the
wall until she got dressed and left. There was nothing to say to her.
After she was gone he masturbated himself to orgasm half a dozen times
before he finally fell asleep. Even while climaxing over and over his
cock never got hard.
*****
``What the FUCK is happening to me?!?!'' Josh's soft soprano voice was
raised nearly to a shriek.
Amy glanced at him dismissively, as though looking at a bug she was
contemplating squashing. She assumed an air of offended dignity.
``What makes you think you can come bursting in to MY office and
address me in that tone of voice?''
Josh's face was a mixture of panic and rage. He grasped the baggy
sweatshirt he was wearing by it's waistband and pulled it up to his
chin, revealing his bare torso. ``You want to know? It's THESE! Look
at them! I want you to tell me what is going on!!!''
Amy's mouth twitched in a barely repressed smile. She stood and walked
around her desk to get a closer look at Josh's chest. He had two small
but very definitely female breasts, maybe an A cup or even a B. They
appeared to be normal in every respect, even the nipples would look
completely natural -- on a young woman. She cupped one breast and
gently squeezed. Josh's breath hissed softly in a reflexive intake and
his nipple stiffened. He flinched away from her touch. Amy seemed
satisfied.
``They look like breasts to me, Josh.'' She said in a matter-of-fact
tone.
Josh seemed exasperated. ``Of course they look like breasts! They ARE
breasts! I can see that. I know what tits look like. But can you
tell me WHY I've got tits?''
``In my medical opinion they are just another manifestation of the
side-effects from your therapy.'' Amy said mildly.
``You said the same thing when I told you my cock was shrinking!''
Amy quickly put a hand up to her face to cover her grin. Her eyes were
sparkling with amusement. ``Now Josh. A man's penis size varies
depending on many factors, besides the obvious of course. Temperature
for example. In your case, some of your groin muscle groups must have
been tightened by the treatments, resulting in consequent elevation of
the penis and scrotal sac. I don't think your penis has actually
shrunk. It's all in your mind. And your unreasoning worries over what
you perceive as shrinking has aggravated your performance anxiety.
Which explains your reported impotence.''
She had practiced the lie. If he knew the real truth about what was
happening to his penis he'd refuse any more treatments from her.
Probably go to the Coach -- he'd believe Josh this time, then the game
would be up. She had to handle him carefully at this stage or she'd
lose everything.
Josh hated it when she spouted her medical mumbo jumbo at him in her oh
so superior tone. She had some logical sounding explanation for
everything. He didn't want to hear explanations, he wanted to fix the
fucking problem.
``Well? What are you going to DO about it?'' he shrilled.
``Now Josh. Let's not get upset. As I've told you each time you've
come in here whining over every little symptom, I'm working on
adjusting your treatments to correct the situation.''
``No! That's not good enough this time! I want to stop the treatments
completely until you fix this!''
``Josh, I can't do that. Unless I keep you on the treatments and under
observation I'll have no way of figuring out how to correct your body's
internal balance. If I stop now you're likely to be like this forever,
possibly even get worse.''
``Listen lady, you better figure out how to get me back the way I used
to be and damn fast! I'm about fed up with your treatments! None of
the other players' have their cocks shriveling up or voices that sound
like a girl or are growing fucking tits!''
``You want me to straighten out the side effects? Then let me get
Coach Turner to put you on medical waiver until I can figure out how to
fix things. You'd stay at my research clinic so I can devote more time
to your problems. I'm sure one look at you like this and he'd agree to
release you.''
``Oh no! I can still play. My arm's still good. I've taken this team
undefeated six games and we're hotter than ever, but there's over half
a season left. If I take us undefeated all the way to the Superbowl
they'll trade Billy Joe Coleson for a couple of linebackers. But if I
go out sick while we're so hot, Billy Joe will end up the hero even a
rookie like him could win the way this team is playing and then he'll
have my job. So do whatever you got to, but I'm not staying in your
fucking clinic. And don't even think about getting Coach to bench me.
I'm playing football.''
She looked at him carefully. If her plans were going to work out
according to schedule she needed to get him into her clinic where she
could speed things up and not worry about others noticing what was
happening. She had expected the atrophy of his penis and start of
breast development would have him begging her for help, giving her the
opening she needed to convince him to stay in her care. He was more
devoted to his career than she originally thought. But she still had
one more idea to get him off the team and into her clinic.
``Are you sure you feel up to playing? How are you going to manage to
play football with breasts?'' she asked.
``Isn't there something you can do to make them less obvious? If the
guys start to notice the Coach will hear about it and I'll be
benched.''
``Well, I can tape them up. Meanwhile I'll also give you another
treatment.''
She took a roll of tape out of a cupboard and wrapped his chest
tightly, compressing his breasts. When she was finished a casual
glance would not have revealed anything unusual. She cautioned him to
remove the tape every evening to allow for blood circulation. She said
she'd tell the coach he had a pulled muscle and needed to keep his
chest wrapped but he'd be okay to play.
``Now hold still a minute. This is my latest formulation and I think
it should help with those breasts.''
She gave him the injection. This one should do it, she thought.
*****
``Come on Josh! Just one more buddy!'' Tom Carter, the team's weight
trainer, coaxed him to try one more bench press.
Josh strained with all his might but the bar just barely lifted from
it's cradle before he gave up and let it fall back into place. His
face was red and sweat was streaming down his body.
The trainer looked concerned. He gave Josh a hand and pulled him to a
sitting position on the bench. He pushed the sleeve of Josh's tee up
to his armpit and studied Josh's biceps a moment, while firmly
massaging it. Tom had worked for the Wranglers for several years and
was familiar with Josh's capabilities that was his job. He didn't
say anything for several moments, not wanting to alarm Josh, but he
could swear that the muscle was significantly smaller than just a few
weeks ago.
Finally he broached the subject. ``Josh, are you feeling okay,
partner? I mean, this bar has 30 pounds less on it than you were
tossing around easily last week. And you're really straining against
it. But what worries me the most is your reps are WAY down, you're
tiring too easily bud. Maybe you need a rest? We can sit you out
tomorrow if you don't feel up to it.''
Josh shrugged. He hated to admit it but Tom was right. He was
struggling now to lift what had been easy for him just a few days ago.
But he didn't want the trainer to think something was seriously wrong.
He might say something to the Coach that would get Josh pulled from the
roster. After all, Josh rationalized, he could still press almost as
much as half the quarterbacks in the league and he had years more
experience. But he needed to think of a way to get Tom off his back.
``Yah, a little tired. Maybe caught a bug. But I can play tomorrow.''
He said in the taciturn manner he'd adopted with team members since
becoming a soprano.
Tom looked at him. He appraised Josh, as a professional trainer who
knows every muscle on his charge's body, sizing him up. Josh had
changed quite a lot during the season, and not just his voice. He
appeared to be softer, maybe a bit flabby even. His attitude was
subtly different too, not so cocky and arrogant, less sure of himself
and his capabilities than in years past. But in his eyes there was a
grim determination to fight and win against all odds. Tom had seen
other men with that kind of look who had overcome their aging bodies
for a time. He figured there was a good chance that whatever was wrong
with Josh could be offset by his sheer willpower. He decided to credit
Josh with sense enough to know how his own body felt and decide for
himself if he was ready to play in tomorrow's game. But he'd be
watching him carefully from now on.
``Okay partner. You should know if you're ready to play. But you
watch yourself tomorrow, hear? And next week we're starting you on
some stamina building routines.''
*****
Josh had assured everyone that he was ready to play this game. But it
was barely five minutes into the first quarter and he was having
serious doubts. The first series of downs had gone badly for Josh. He
missed all four passes he attempted and only avoided an interception by
pure luck. He just didn't have the power in his arm to throw the ball
like he needed to. His mind and reflexes measured the distance, timed
the speed of the receiver, and figured how hard he needed to throw, but
he was so weak the ball always fell short. But at least their first
possession hadn't ended in a turnover. Thanks to a few brilliant
running plays they managed to get into field goal range and scored
despite Josh's poor passing.
Now they had the ball again. Third and long. Josh had called two runs
in a row but their opponents had been expecting that and shut them down
fast. Josh had no choice, Coach Turner sent in a call for a pass play.
Josh took the snap and dropped back into the pocket. He saw a receiver
open and his first impulse was that it was an easy throw. But he
remembered how weak his arm was now and he began to doubt that he could
hit the man. He committed a quarterback's cardinal sin, he hesitated.
The defenders were blitzing. They knew Josh had to pass. Josh saw a
man running toward him. He sidestepped and thrust his arm out,
intending to fend off the tackler. He brought his other arm back to
throw the ball, knowing from experience that he could hold off the
defender with his straight-arm for the second or two he needed to get
the pass off. But he hadn't reckoned on how truly weakened he now was
and the opposing player simply bowled him over like a small child.
Josh felt the wind slammed from his lungs. He hit the ground hard.
Suddenly there were bodies flying through the air and everything went
black.
*****
He heard a voice asking over and over if he was okay and telling him to
wiggle his fingers and move his feet. Through the haze of pain he
obeyed. Then he felt himself lifted onto a stretcher. He was only
dimly aware of the gentle pats on his arms and the faces of his
teammates telling him it was going to be okay. Amy was walking beside
his stretcher yelling orders above the roar of the crowd. She seemed
to be arguing with Coach Turner.
``No! Not Dallas Memorial. We'll take him to my research clinic.
It's closer and I can do more for him there than at the hospital.''
``I only want the very best for him, Doc. The team still needs him.
Coleson's good but he's young. Doesn't have the experience. I want
Josh ready for the Superbowl.'' Turner growled back.
``Coach if you let me take care of him I can promise you Josh will be
performing at the Superbowl. Now let me do my job!''
Turner backed off and Amy jabbed a needle into Josh's arm and the world
faded away.
*****
``Wake up sleepyhead!''
Josh opened his eyes to bright light. He was lying on a twin bed in a
small windowless room. The only other furniture was a dresser and a
stool. Amy sat on the stool by his bedside and smiled down at him.
``How do you feel, Honey?'' she asked, very perkily.
He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, remembering what had
happened to him.
``Not bad. Considering the hit I took. In fact`a I feel pretty good.
I don't hurt anywhere.''
``Good! Then we can begin at once.'' Amy chirped.
Josh felt uneasy at Amy's sweetness act. He didn't trust her at all.
But he did feel amazingly good. Was that more of her drugs? He'd
taken many hard hits in his career and never before did he feel this
good the next day.
``Begin what? Where am I? What time is it? I must be late for
practice.''
``No practice for you today, Honey. The Coach placed you on medical
waiver under my supervision. You're officially on the injured list
until I discharge you.''
``But I feel fine. I'm getting out of here.'' Josh started to sit up,
but Amy pushed him back down to the bed.
``Honey, you've done nothing but complain all season long about the
side effects from my treatment program. Now when I'm finally ready to
make the adjustments to the formula and get your body in the shape it
should be you want to leave. Well you're staying here till I've
corrected everything and that's that. Doctor's orders.''
Josh looked at her suspiciously. He wanted desperately to reverse all
the weird changes in his body. But he didn't know if he should trust
her.
``What are you planning to do to me?''
``Mostly you need physical therapy to correct your upper body strength.
Your balance, coordination and other motor skills seem affected also so
we'll have to work on those. Then there's all the endocrine system
imbalances that gave you the high voice and incongruous secondary
sexual characteristics. We need to start you on a program of
corrective chemical therapy to set everything right.''
``You're going to fix everything that's fucked up with my body?'' he
asked, not quite understanding her explanation and wanting confirmation
in simpler terms.
``Honey, I swear to you, everything about you that's fucked up will be
corrected.'' She smiled almost as if enjoying a secret joke. ``But
only if you agree to cooperate fully with my treatment program. If you
argue or refuse to follow all of the therapy regimens then you're out.
No one else in the world knows how to reverse the changes in your body.
You're probably thinking you could take me to court. Remember the
medical forms you signed for the Wranglers everyone on the team had
to sign they give blanket permission for medical treatment as
prescribed by the team physician. I'd claim unforeseen side effects
and there's nobody who could dispute me. But even if you won in court,
all you'd get is money you'd still have to learn to live as a 39 year
old weakling with a three inch cock, a soprano voice and big firm
titties. So if you're not prepared to accept yourself like you are
then you better be very cooperative, Honey.''
Josh considered how weak and weirdly deformed he was now, all of it
thanks to her treatments. But he also remembered how her medical magic
restored the broken down old veterans on the team back to athletes at
their peak. She was capable of doing what she promised he had no
doubt about that. But would she? Then he considered his alternative.
He wasn't able to play professional football in his present condition
that was certain. He'd be forced to quit the team and live out his
life as a freak. He finally decided that he really had no other choice
but to cooperate with her.
``How long will all this take? I want to be in shape for the
Superbowl.''
``Honey, I'll tell you like I told Coach Turner. Let me take care of
you and you'll be in BEAUTIFUL shape for the Superbowl.''
*****
Josh was finishing up in the bathroom. Amy had told him he should take
a few minutes to freshen up and breakfast would be ready when he was
done. He splashed water in his face and toweled dry. The lack of a
mirror over the sink seemed strange but he could live without it as
long as he didn't need to shave. He felt his chin smooth wouldn't
need shaving for a while at least. A glance at the shelf over the sink
revealed there wasn't anything to shave with anyway so he decided not
to worry about it for now.
He walked back into the small bedroom. There was no sign of Amy.
Instead he saw a young woman dressed as a nurse in white tunic and
pants. She was delivering a tray with his breakfast. Instinctively he
put a hand to his crotch to cover his nakedness.
``Good morning, Honey.'' She said in a professionally pleasant, albeit
impersonal, tone. She seemed not to notice his nudity. She set the
tray up in front of the stool and said, ``I'll be back in a few minutes
to show you around and get you oriented. Enjoy your breakfast,
Honey.'' She turned to leave the room.
``Hang on a minute!'' he said, stopping her before she could go. ``If
you're going to show me around then I'm going to need something to
wear. My name's Josh, by the way.''
``Oh, you'll find a robe in the dresser, Honey.''
``I said my name's Josh.'' He was getting a bit irritated. ``And you
are?''
``You can call me Ms. Connors, Honey. I'm Dr. Hanson's assistant.''
Josh felt snubbed by her refusal to give her first name. ``I told you
twice, Ms. Connors, my name's Josh, not Honey. I ought to know my own
name.''
The nurse had an amused smile on her face. ``Yes, I expect you ought
to, Honey. Now stop being silly and eat your breakfast and I'll be
back soon.'' She was out the door before Josh could say another word.
Josh stared openmouthed at the closed door. The nerve of the little
bitch! He almost went after her, then thought better of it. He
decided he should try to get along with Ms. Connors. Amy had made him
promise to cooperate before agreeing to fix his problems. She could be
a vindictive bitch and he didn't think it wise to start raising hell
with her staff until he was cured. He'd stayed in many hospitals,
recuperating from injuries over his long career. And one thing he'd
learned was that you just didn't want to piss off the nursing staff
while you were a patient under their care. Of course, in his
experience, the nurses were more likely to fawn all over him than be
hostile, but he had run across the occasional nurse who hated athletes
and just barely tolerated him.
He looked at the breakfast tray. Not very much there. A tiny bowl of
lukewarm oatmeal, half a grapefruit, and tea. He was accustomed to
much more substantial training table breakfasts and he preferred coffee
to tea. But he was famished so he wolfed down the meager repast in
short order. When every last morsel was gone he still felt hungry.
Done with breakfast, what there was of it, he decided to get dressed.
The dresser had three drawers but the bottom two were empty. In the
top drawer was a dozen or so pairs of women's satin bikini briefs in
bright assorted colors and a satin robe in a soft pink rose pattern.
What the hell was going on? He rummaged through the stacks of panties,
in hopes of finding something else and his fingers encountered a smooth
plastic cylinder. He took this out of the drawer and saw it was a 9
inch long vibrator.
Just then Ms. Connors entered the room without knocking and saw him
standing there staring at a handful of panties in one hand and the
vibrator in the other. A smile flickered across her face, was quickly
repressed, and replaced by a blandly superior expression.
Josh waved the objects at her and asked in an astonished tone, ``What
in the world are these???''
``Well, Sugar, in your right hand is a vibrator and in your left is
your underwear.'' The nurse replied matter-of-factly.
``I KNOW what they are! Why are they here in my dresser?''
``If you mean the clothing, Honey. You'll find that your skin is very
sensitive due to the treatments and the satin won't irritate you like
other fabrics. As for the vibrator, I suppose Dr. Hanson thought it
might help you relax.''
``Well if you think I'm wearing this stuff you're nuts.'' Josh chose
to ignore her comment on the vibrator.
The nurse shrugged. ``Suit yourself, Honey. Although you might find
walking about in the nude to be a chilling experience. Or shall I
inform Dr. Hanson you've changed your mind about accepting
treatment?''
*****
Josh felt ridiculous walking around in the pink satin robe. It only
came down to mid-thigh and he felt overly exposed. He had on a pair of
polka dot panties underneath the robe and nothing else. He had to
admit that the silky fabric felt good against his soft skin but he
wished they had something more appropriate for a man.
Ms. Connors showed him around the clinic. Although there wasn't all
that much to see. The place reminded him of a small set of offices
rather than a hospital. The walls were covered in cream colored
wallpaper with a tastefully elegant design. There were framed prints
hanging every few feet, mostly of French impressionists. The floors
were hardwood polished to a gleaming shine and their smooth coolness
served to emphasize in his mind that he hadn't been given any shoes.
He was shown a fairly large room outfitted as a gym/exercise studio.
There were individual exercise mats rolled up and pushed to one side,
along with various other paraphernalia. The room had a high ceiling
and there was a practice bar for ballet mounted on one wall. Two doors
led from the studio besides the one they'd entered by. One door led to
a changing area/bathroom, and the other opened into a small weight room
with several assorted nautilus machines. The setup at the Wranglers'
stadium was much more elaborate but Josh figured this would be
sufficient to help him rebuild his muscles, at least for the short time
he expected to be here.
Ms. Connors then pointed out where Amy's private office and
examination room was. Next to it was the door to her laboratory. He
asked about a third door and she said it led to Amy's living quarters.
And that was all there was, just those few rooms and nothing more.
Josh figured from the size of the layout he'd seen that Hanson had
converted one of those small ``professional'' buildings into her
combination house and clinic. He heard no traffic noises so he assumed
they were in a fairly quiet residential area, but he couldn't be sure
as he hadn't noticed any windows anywhere.
The place seemed to be mostly deserted. They had only crossed paths
with one other person, also a young woman dressed as a nurse. Ms.
Connors paused for introductions.
``Honey, this is Ms. Smith. She's also Doctor Hanson's assistant.
Most often it will be one or the other of us who'll see to your
needs.''
``Nice to meet you Ms. Smith.'' Josh hated it but he was learning
that he was expected to be polite and cooperative. These were some
tough bitches and he had to play by their rules.
``Well! I can see we're not going to have any trouble out of you.
We're going to get along just fine, aren't we Honey?'' Ms. Smith
spoke to him as though talking to a child.
``I hope so, Ms. Smith.'' He said softly with eyes downcast.
Ms. Connors patted his cheek gently in approval. The two women smiled
at each other. They seemed to sense his capitulation and reveled in
rubbing his nose in their conquest.
*****
After the short tour, Ms. Connors left him alone in his room. She
said he should shower and then rest. Tomorrow he would begin his
regular treatment schedule. She gave him a pill to take and watched as
he swallowed it.
Josh stepped into the shower. Mounted on the wall were three
dispensers labeled ``body wash'', ``shampoo'', ``conditioner''. No
washcloth anywhere, but hanging on a hook was a pink plastic scrubbing
puff. He took the puff and squeezed some body wash onto it. It had a
floral scent. He lathered himself up, and noted how the scrubber
cleaned him thoroughly but didn't irritate his soft, sensitive skin.
When he rinsed off his skin still had a slick oily sheen to it. He was
embarrassed to admit, even to himself, how good it felt touching
himself, feeling the sensuous softness the soap gave his skin.
He shampooed his hair and used conditioner afterwards. Normally he
didn't bother but Ms. Connors had specifically said to use both. When
he finished showering and dried off, he had to admit that his hair
seemed easier to comb, had less tendency to tangle. The shampoo made
his hair smell like strawberries.
He flopped down on the bed naked. His body felt fresh and clean after
the shower. He idly brushed his fingertips over his belly, enjoying
the silky softness of his skin. His cock was tingling with arousal.
He rubbed it gently with his fingers, savoring the slow build-up to
climax. One thing he'd learned to appreciate about his changed penis,
he could orgasm over and over without actually ejaculating and without
resting in between.
Suddenly he got an idea and went to the dresser to get the vibrator.
He'd never used one before, even as a ``special treat'' for one of his
girlfriends his macho ego was sure his cock was better than some
plastic appliance. He switched it on and gingerly touched his cock
with the buzzing cylinder. Oh wow! He never dreamed something could
feel so good! He pressed it more firmly against his cock and slowly
rubbed it up and down the tiny shaft. Almost with a mind of its own,
his free hand sought his breasts and added to the pleasurable
sensations by rubbing and pulling on his nipples. He slipped into a
dreamy haze, bringing himself to several orgasms and eventually falling
asleep.
*****
``Honey, this is Ms. Baker. She'll be your physical trainer.'' Ms.
Connors introduced him to a pretty brunette with a fantastic body. She
was obviously a trained dancer from the development of her leg muscles.
It was Josh's second day at the clinic. Ms. Connors had awakened him
with his breakfast tray. She had allowed him a few minutes to freshen
up and eat. Then she conducted him, dressed in the pink robe, to the
exercise studio where Ms. Baker was waiting for him.
Ms. Baker was tall and in excellent physical condition. She had a
no-nonsense attitude about her and didn't waste time.
``You'll find exercise gear in the changing room, Sugar. Get out of
that robe and let's get started.''
``I'll leave you to it, then.'' Ms. Connors said. ``I'll be back at
lunch.''
Josh was back in a few moments, still wearing the robe. Ms. Baker
gave him a questioning look.
``The only thing I saw in there was stuff for a girl,'' he said.
Ms. Baker icily informed him that his body, as it now was, required
support garments to exercise in, especially his breasts. There was no
male attire which would fit the current shape of his body and support
him suitably. So if he didn't want to remain as he was permanently
he should get over it and get dressed so they could get to work.
Josh returned wearing a pink spandex leotard, a pink headband, and a
shiny pink and green striped sports bra, and a very, very embarrassed
look.
*****
Josh's days settled into a routine.
He never saw a clock or any form of timepiece. There was no
television, radio, or newspapers. He soon lost track of time
completely and had no idea what day or even month it was. He had no
way of knowing how long he'd been there, or even if it were day or
night. Time was decreed by the arrival of a nurse with a meal or to
lead him somewhere. As the days passed, he slowly found himself
slipping into the habit of just going wherever he was taken, doing
whatever he was told and not thinking about anything beyond what he was
involved with at the moment.
As long as he was cooperative the staff treated him with a
professionally impersonal pleasantness, except they invariably called
him by diminutive pet names, most often ``Honey'' but also ``Sugar''
and ``Sweetie'' and the like, while requiring him to address them as
``Ms.''. But if he showed any reluctance in doing what they asked they
became malevolent ice queens. As was frequently pointed out in the
first few days, he had to learn to follow orders or he could live the
rest of his life as a freak. He learned to follow orders.
Each morning he was awakened by breakfast delivered to his room.
Breakfast was followed by an aerobic workout in the small gym. This
was the highlight of his day, his mind was fresh and awake and he was
physically challenged by the exercises Ms. Baker required of him. On
rare occasions, at the end of the workout he was taken to the weight
room for about a ten minute session on the nautilus machines. After
his workout he was taken back to his room to shower.
A light lunch, usually just a salad and fruit served in his room, would
be waiting for him after his shower. Invariably there would be
medication for him to take with lunch, and the nurse that brought his
tray remained until she saw Josh take the medicine. The rest of the
afternoon was spent in his room in a drowsy haze. He found that he
slept an awful lot of the time. Amy explained to him early on that the
changes being induced in his body took a lot of energy and he needed
the extra sleep, but his sleeping pattern would return to normal once
the treatments were completed. During periods of wakefulness, still in
his foggy state of mind, he would succumb to boredom and use the
vibrator on himself. He seemed to do this more and more as time went
by.
Every few days, he was taken to an examining room and given a physical
before lunch. Amy did the exam personally. She weighed him and took
measurements of his body, neck, shoulders, chest, ribs below his
breasts, waist, hips, around each thigh and calf and ankle, around each
biceps, forearm and wrist, inseam, arm length, overall height. She
never let him know any of the measurements. She'd also listen to his
heart and lungs, check his blood pressure, collect blood and urine
samples and sometimes run him into a scanner like an MRI. Frequently
he'd get an injection in his ass after the exam. Then he'd be taken
back to his room for lunch and rest time until dinner.
Dinner was a light meal just like breakfast and lunch. He was given
more medication with dinner. Not long after dinner the lights in his
room went out. If he wasn't already asleep, he'd lay in bed and
masturbate with the vibrator until he drifted off.
There were no mirrors anywhere. Josh was never permitted to see
himself. He knew there were changes happening to his body but they
were so gradual and he was so often in a sleepy daze that he just
didn't seem to worry about them.
*****
``No! No! No! You KICK on the beat, then step, step, step, KICK,
step, step, hold, and point.'' Ms. Baker shouted from across the
room, interrupting Josh's rather inept execution of the routine.
Josh was feeling frustrated. He tried to remember all the movements in
order but he just couldn't get it. He was breathing a bit heavily but
not winded. The aerobic exercises were much more difficult than they
looked but the mental concentration required to do everything in order
and timed properly was even harder to achieve.
``I just can't seem to remember the timing, Ms. Baker.'' Josh said
apologetically.
He now felt relatively familiar with the daily workouts Ms. Baker
supervised. Mostly he had to do a lot of stretching and bending. He
had a lot of difficulty with some of the more extreme moves like splits
but Ms. Baker said he'd limber up. Interspersed were movements that
he felt certain were entrechats, pirouettes, and other ballet
exercises. Once he grew accustomed to the basics, she had begun
teaching him some fairly complicated movements. They were very much
like dance routines. These routines mixed together high kicks,
somersaults, cartwheels, skipping, jumping, a sort of high stepping
prancing jog, and even some embarrassing moves where he shook his butt
or shimmied his shoulders that caused his new-grown breasts to bobble
embarrassingly.
``Honey, these routines are designed so you will have FUN while working
out. They're to help you develop your reflexes and your coordination
as well as your strength. Feel the music, it will help you remember
the beat and keep your timing.''
Ms. Baker always played some snappy dance music on a boom box during
the sessions. Mixed in with the songs were recordings of the team's
cheerleaders, the Wrangler Girls, doing their cheers. Ms. Baker said
the cheers were good motivational tools and should give him the
incentive to get back on the field. She played them so often that Josh
soon had them all memorized, and he found himself hearing the
repetitive chants over and over in his head.
What bothered him the most was that so far her program seemed to
neglect muscle groups that he had always thought of as important for
football. The stuff she made him do was certainly physically
challenging, he had to admit that. But, he thought he should be
concentrating on building up the strength in his throwing arm and upper
body muscles in general.
``Ms. Baker, do you think these sessions are strenuous enough for
weight training?'' Josh asked, a bit timidly.
``Honey, are you questioning my judgment?'' she asked.
``I'm sorry Ms. Baker.''
``Good, we'll speak no more about it. Now, from the top`a''
Josh put his hands on his hips in this latest routine's starting
position and prepared to make another try at it.
*****
Josh pushed his dinner away. There was still some food on his plate
from his salad but he wasn't that hungry. He rubbed his belly,
enjoying the smooth feel of his taut skin. His waistline had been
shrinking. It's the healthy diet and exercise he told himself. Still
that didn't explain why his ass and breasts seemed to be getting
larger. But he didn't spend much time worrying about it. He felt
pleasantly fuzzy just as he always did in the afternoons and evenings,
and his cock was demanding attention.
He got in bed and rubbed the vibrator over his tiny cock. It felt so
nice. In his dreamlike state it didn't seem alarming at all that his
cock was smaller every day and his balls also seemed to be drawing up
tighter against his crotch. In a way it was nicer now, his balls
weren't so much in the way when he played with the vibrator and his
cock seemed more and more sensitive. But his mind didn't spend much
time analyzing things, he was too overwhelmed, enjoying the wonderful
sensations the vibrator created.
As his cock got smaller, his breasts seemed to grow and his nipples
became ever more sensitive. He now enjoyed exciting his nipples with
the vibrator almost as much as his cock. He almost felt he could
climax from stimulating his nipples alone.
He continued masturbating until his body trembled in the throes of
orgasm and he faded off to sleep.
*****
``Okay Honey! Number Seven! Get set`a let's go!'' Ms. Baker called
out.
Each special routine he'd been taught had a number and she would yell
them out at random during exercise sessions. He was expected to
immediately execute the routine.
Josh got on his mark. He let his mind go blank and his face
automatically assumed the wide happy smile that Ms. Baker seemed to
insist on while he ran through his special routines. He stood with
most of his weight on his right leg, left leg slightly bent at the
knee, toes pointed. His left hand was on his hip, elbow sharply bent
and sticking straight out to the side. His right hand was straight up,
index finger pointed to the ceiling. His belly was sucked in and his
chest thrust out. This was the initial pose for routine number 7.
When Ms. Baker said ``go'' he bounced on the ball of his right foot a
couple times then brought his right hand down, pointing straight in
front of him and smoothly shifted into the routine's first steps.
In his mind he was chanting one of the cheers from the Wrangler Girls.
He had discovered that certain cheers seemed to have the perfect rhythm
for his numbered exercise routines. Singing the cheer in his head, he
could easily stay on the beat, keep perfect timing, and remember when
to kick, or jump or whatever move was needed, exactly in rhythm to the
routine.
When Josh reached the finale and fell into a perfect split he was
reminded once more how much his cock and balls had changed. He now had
a nearly smooth crotch and splits didn't hurt him anymore. The wide
smile faded as he thought about the changes he'd noticed in his body.
He knew he had to ask Amy about that but he never seemed to remember
when he had the opportunity. But Ms. Baker started talking and he had
to concentrate he didn't want to ruin a fairly good practice by
getting her mad at him.
``Good Honey, but you need to remember to keep smiling. You have to
look happy to be happy. Now, Number Three! Get ready`a okay, let's
go!''
*****
Josh stepped out of the shower and began toweling himself dry. His
hair seemed much longer lately. He lifted a section in front of his
face where he could see it. It was coming in BLOND. He suppressed an
impulse to go running off screaming for Amy. That would only get him
in trouble with Ms. Connors. He'd have to wait to ask her about it
the next time he had a physical.
*****
``I want you to try these on, Honey.''
Ms. Baker was holding out a pair of shoes. Women's shoes. With about
a two inch heel.
Josh felt like he was going to explode. His mouth opened and closed a
few times but no words came out.
``Now before you get all upset, Dearie, stop and listen.'' Ms.
Baker's tone was mild but held the threat of anger. ``You need to work
on your coordination and balance. Nothing teaches you balance like
dancing in heels. Do you think your balance is anywhere near as good
as mine?''
Josh thought about that. Ms. Baker could run through moves with ease
that he wouldn't even dream of attempting. As a football player he
knew how important balance and coordination were, even more so than
brute strength. But wear high heels?
``We're wasting time, Honey.'' Ms. Baker pressed the issue.
Did he have a choice? Yes! He tossed his shoulder length blond hair
out of his face in a tiny gesture of defiance. But was he willing to
be a freak for the rest of his life?
He took the shoes from her and bent over to put them on.
``I knew you'd see it my way, Honey. We'll take it slow at first. You
might think it's impossible, but eventually you'll become accustomed to
even the highest heels. You'll be able to comfortably perform any
routine as easily and gracefully in heels as barefoot.''
From that day on he exercised in heels during at least a portion of
each session. Gradually the heels got higher, from wedges with only
about one or two inches of lift, to stiletto heels that were as much as
four inches tall. And when not exercising, he had to wear them at all
times except in bed. The click-clack of his heels on the hardwood
floors became a familiar sound to him.
*****
``Okay Honey, it's time to check the progress of your muscle
development again,'' Ms. Baker said as she led the way into the weight
room.
Josh had just finished a workout. His long blond hair was plastered to
his neck, shoulders, and the swell of his breasts. It tickled him at
the small of his back and he was grateful for the pink headband which
at least kept it out of his eyes. He had a pleasant warm glow from the
exertion, not the bone-weary exhaustion he remembered from football
practice. His body glistened with a light sheen of sweat and he felt
totally alive and invigorated. He felt so good he was certain he was
making progress toward regaining his former strength.
Ms. Baker made all the decisions about the weight settings and the
number of reps he had to do. She was always careful to never let him
see the weight settings. She said he'd either be worried that he
wasn't progressing fast enough or get overconfident in his strength.
She blocked his view of the weights while he was on a machine and
always pulled the pin out afterwards.
He wished she would let him spend more time on the weight machines but
she said his musculature wasn't fully corrected and he might strain
himself. So she never allowed more than a few brief minutes, just
enough to check his capabilities rather than give him a good workout.
``Now I want you to try Five reps at this setting, Honey. But if it's
too much, don't force it.'' Ms. Baker said after completing
adjustments to the bench press.
Josh settled onto the bench press machine and gripped the bar. He
pressed upwards, feeling his arms straining. One`a Two`a Ms. Baker must
have increased the weight since last time. Three`a Four`a He wasn't sure
he could make it, but this was the last one so he pushed up as hard as
he could. Almost there`a Five! He thought she must have set it for a
couple hundred pounds at least.
Curiosity got the better of him and he jumped up from the machine as
soon as the bar hit the stop, craning his neck to see the weights. He
thought he saw the setting as Ms. Baker pulled the pin out of the
weight stack. But she must have been too fast for him and stuck the
pin into a dummy setting before Josh saw the actual setting. He HAD to
be mistaken, he told himself, because he had really strained to
complete those five reps and the setting he thought he saw was only 60
pounds. That was so ridiculous it wasn't worth worrying over he
could lift 60 pounds with one finger.
Ms. Baker didn't comment on the incident but she was extra cautious
setting the weights from then on.
*****
Josh was feeling confident. The happy smile plastered on his face that
had become second nature while he strutted his stuff was genuine. He
was feeling so proud of himself. The session was nearly over and so
far he'd run through every routine absolutely perfectly. Ms. Baker
even smiled at him a few times when he'd completed some particularly
difficult move. Right now he was in the midst of executing the big
finish for one of the harder numbers.
Josh kicked his right leg up HIGH! His foot rose above eye level. A
second after his foot hit the floor, he bounced on his toes once, and
kicked the other leg up. After several more kicks he transitioned into
skipping around in a circle, knees high, prancing, then smoothly leaned
over into a cartwheel right on the beat. Completing the cartwheel and
landing back on his feet he immediately leaped up and forward, his arms
and legs widely spread-eagled. As soon as his feet touched the floor
he sank fluidly down to one knee with his arms held precisely, one
straight up and the other pointing rigidly out to the right. He stayed
on his knee, breathing hard from the exertion and beaming in triumph.
He knew he'd done the routine letter-perfectly, exactly on the beat,
and while wearing 4 inch heels no less!
Ms. Baker clapped her hands. She hurried over to where he knelt and
took both his hands, pulling him to his feet. She gave him a hug.
Wow! He must really have done well.
``Honey, that was PERFECT! I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do
it!''
The routine was one the of most difficult ones to master. Especially
while wearing heels. He felt he'd really accomplished something. And
such demonstrative praise from Ms. Baker was rare indeed. He blushed
and glanced downward to hide it, a bit embarrassed by her compliment.
His eyes focused on his feet. Strange that he was now so accustomed to
heels that he almost never noticed he had them on anymore unless he saw
his feet. Even though wearing them had become nearly second nature to
him, the sight of his own feet in such feminine shoes still had the
power to shock him. He noticed that Ms. Baker was wearing ballet
slippers, her soles flat against the floor. Something about that
struck him as odd.
``Don't be embarrassed, Honey. You should be proud of yourself.
That's a bitch of a routine.''
Ms. Baker gently put a finger under his chin and raised his face to
look at her. He looked up and saw her smiling proudly down at him`a
Holy Shit!!! His heart thundered in his chest. It suddenly hit him
what his subconscious mind had noted as strange. Something was very,
very wrong indeed! He gasped in surprised shock and staggered back a
couple of steps.
He was wearing 4 inch heels and he had to look UP at her!!! UP!
``You okay, Sweetie?'' Ms. Baker asked, a little concerned.
``Um`a yeah. Just got dizzy for a sec.'' He lied.
``Maybe we should call it a day. No sense overdoing it. You're coming
along so well. Sit and rest a bit till lunch.'' She began to busy
herself collecting up the exercise mats they had used for their
warm-ups.
He slumped down to the floor with his back against a wall. He leaned
over and rested his forehead against his knees, shielding his face from
view. He was thinking furiously, trying to remember details of when he
first met Ms. Baker. He had been barefoot then, he was barefoot all
the time the first few days in here. He was equally certain she had
been wearing heels at the time, about 3 inch ones. And their eyes had
been at about the same level. He remembered thinking at the time that
she was tall for a woman. That would make her maybe 5'10'' or 5'11''.
Now with her flatfooted and him in 4 inch heels`a that meant he must now
be only about 5'6'' or less! He had shrunk over 9 inches!
That bitch Amy had to be pulling some shit on him. He had to get out
of here before it was too late.
*****
Josh patted himself with a bit of toilet tissue to blot up any
lingering droplets of pee. His penis had long since shrunken to barely
even a nub. It sat poised just above the tiny opening of his urethra
on his otherwise smooth crotch. With his head clear and time to think
he was amazed at how truly odd it was that he had never become upset
before now over such a major loss to his anatomy. Just another added
bonus from those little pills he'd been taking. Well he was done with
that. He heard a little ``plink!'' as he dropped his pill from dinner
into the toilet bowl and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd successfully
managed to palm his medication at both lunch and dinner.
All that afternoon he lay in bed, simulating sleep. He thought hard
and tried to figure out how long he'd been here. But the previous days
were nothing but a blur to him. Only during his exercise sessions had
his mind been clear, and then he'd been busy concentrating on learning
all the new routines and didn't have time to think of anything else.
Shortly after lunch every day his mind had subsided into a pleasant
fuzz and remained that way until he awoke the next day. He had just
accepted, without a bit of worry, all the major changes going on in his
body. It had to be the medication they were giving him that made him
into such a zombie.
Tonight he'd have to make his move. He didn't know when his next
physical exam would be and he couldn't risk Amy discovering from his
blood or urine samples that he was no longer taking the medication.
He flushed the toilet and went back to his bed. He faced the wall and
waited for lights out.
*****
Josh quietly slipped from his room. Everything was silent. There was
almost no light in the hallway and he had to navigate by touching the
wall with one hand as he walked. He reached the door which he thought
would be most likely to lead from the clinic to Amy's living quarters.
What luck, it wasn't even locked! Amy was so confident in her drugs
that she hadn't taken any other precautions to prevent his escape.
He tiptoed down a carpeted hallway. He thought he heard faint
breathing sounds coming from behind one of the doors and avoided it,
assuming that was her bedroom. He peeked into several of the other
rooms, hoping he could find something better for him to wear than his
satin robe. The third room he tried was the laundry room.
On top of the washer was a basket of clothes. He didn't care if they
were dirty or clean, he rummaged through them trying to pick out a
shirt and pants by touch in the dark. He eventually pulled out a pair
of jeans and what felt like a sweatshirt. As quickly as possible he
doffed the robe and got dressed. The jeans were a little tight across
his hips and loose in the waist, but he managed to get them zipped up.
The legs were too long by quite a bit and he had to roll up the cuffs
to avoid tripping. The sweatshirt was no problem at all, it was loose
everywhere but across his chest.
Now clothed, he carefully crept down the hall, hoping he was headed for
the exit. He came to a large kitchen and sighed in relief when he saw
moonlight streaming through the window in the back door. His first
reaction was to run out the door and get away as fast as possible. But
he stopped himself, realizing he was still barefoot and had no money
and no car. He looked around the kitchen, trying to identify shapes in
the darkened room. Some light came in the window from the moon and
there was a digital clock on her stove that emitted an eerie green
glow. This was enough to see fairly well for his dark- adapted eyes.
He saw a pair of boots standing near the door. She must keep them
there in case she needed to slip outside for something in a hurry. He
slid his foot into one. Warm. Fleece lined. He stepped into the
other. They were large on him, but he'd manage somehow. He used to
wear a men's size 13. Shit, how much had that bitch changed him?
He looked around some more and found her purse laying on the counter.
Jackpot! He rummaged inside by feel. Wallet`a hairbrush`a assorted
female doo-dads`a keys! Holding the keys in his fist to prevent
jingling, he closed the purse and hung its strap around his neck.
Very carefully he opened the back door. His heart nearly stopped when
he heard the hinges squeak but he didn't hear any noises from the back
of the house. As quickly and quietly as possible he scurried across
the lawn to Amy's car parked in the driveway. He got in, careful not
to slam the door, and began fumbling with the keys. Finally he found
the ignition key and started the car. The motor roared into life and
he was past stopping now. He slammed the car into gear and stomped on
the gas.
He was free!
*****
Josh pulled up to his house's driveway gate. He didn't have his remote
control so he punched his access code into the unit's keypad.
``CODE INCORRECT. ACCESS DENIED.'' In flashing red letters.
Damn. He retyped his code, being extra careful to get it exactly right
this time.
``CODE INCORRECT. ACCESS DENIED.''
Fuck! A power failure or something must have messed up the security
system's memory. He thought about climbing over the gate but the
neighbors might see in this brightly lighted spot and wonder what was
going on. He decided instead to drive around back where there was a
walk-in gate and see if his code would be accepted back there.
He circled the block and parked near the pedestrian gate. He got out
and tried his code again. Still no luck. He looked up at the gate.
It was made of wrought iron, with curly shapes which would serve as
ladder rungs, not all that difficult to climb. It wasn't really
intended as a serious barrier, just something to keep the curious from
wandering onto his lawn. He started climbing.
Once inside the fence, he picked up a fist sized rock from the
ornamental border of one of the flower beds and approached the French
doors at the side of the house. He didn't have his keys so no sense
even bothering with the front door. He broke a pane out of the French
door and reached inside to open it. Home at last.
Every light in the house came blazing into his eyes. An ear-splitting
wailing seemed to be coming from all around him. He hurried over to
the security system's main panel and typed in his override code.
``CODE INCORRECT.''
The phone rang and he picked it up.
``This is Acme Security. Do you require assistance?''
``Quarterback Sneak!'' he yelled into the phone, hoping he could be
heard above the din of the alarm.
``Miss, I must inform you that you are trespassing on private
property.''
``What is wrong with you?! I gave you the fucking password!
Quarterback Sneak! Quarterback Sneak! QUARTERBACK SNEAK!!!'' he
screamed.
``The police have been alerted and are responding. If you are a family
member or legitimate guest in the home of our client please remain
calm. Cooperate fully with police procedures and provide adequate
identification to the responding officers. These procedures are for
your own protection`a''
Josh's eyes strayed to the kitchen table. Piled there was a stack of
plastic wrapped packages containing white powder. Also a chemist's
scale, a hand mirror, and several single edged razor blades. Oh fuck!
How would he explain that?
He heard sirens in the distance.
*****
Josh walked up to the front desk of the Holiday Inn. The desk clerk
smiled at him.
``Well little lady, what can I do for you?'' he asked with a raised
eyebrow and a knowing look on his face.
Josh looked around and realized the clerk was talking to him. He was
about to protest that he was a man but he glanced down at himself first
and stopped. The sweatshirt he'd ``borrowed'' from Amy was stretched
tight across his breasts. He saw several locks of long golden hair had
slipped forward of his shoulders and streamed down below the level of
his breasts. He realized he would sound crazy if he claimed to be a
man in his high soprano voice.
``Um`a I'd like a room please.'' He finally said.
``All right Miss. Just fill out this registration card please.''
Josh put down ``Joan Smith'' on the card and a fake address. He paid
in cash from Amy's purse. The clerk smiled when he glanced at the
card. He offered her a key but didn't let go of it when she tried to
take it from him. Instead he leaned forward and spoke in a
conspiratorial whisper.
``Your room's at the back with an outside entrance, Sweetie. So your
boyfriend won't have to come through the lobby.'' He quickly put a
finger to his lips in a shushing gesture when Josh started to
interrupt. ``It's okay, Sugar. I remember back when I was in high
school too. Not that long ago. Just wish my girlfriend had been as
nice as you nice enough to rent us a room. Nice AND pretty. Your
boyfriend's a lucky guy to have a pretty little thing like you.'' Then
he gave Josh a stern look and changed his tone to one of warning.
``But don't you be throwing no beer party for your friends now. Some
kids your age do that, act like they're meeting a boyfriend and then
throw a party. I'd have to call the police if I thought that was
happening. And neither one of us would like that. But go ahead now,
have fun but be careful Cutie.''
He released the key and smiled down at him. Josh was absolutely
mortified. It was all he could manage to mumble thanks and get out the
door. Did he really look like some teenager out to get fucked by his
boyfriend?
Once inside the room he looked at himself in the mirror. This was the
first time he'd had a chance to see himself since entering that hellish
clinic. He couldn't believe how much he'd changed.
He had to admit that in the sweatshirt, ill-fitting jeans, and loose
velour boots he did look like some teen girl into grunge. His face had
a very young and innocent look. Very pretty and very sexy and very,
very feminine. Large green eyes that gave the appearance of a startled
fawn. Childlike. Innocent. Long lashes. High cheekbones. A pert
nose. Cupid's bow mouth with big pouty lips. Bright golden blonde
hair that fell to his ass. Long slender neck. Perfect peaches and
cream complexion.
He pulled off the sweatshirt and skinned out of the jeans and stared at
himself totally nude. His body was similarly changed to resemble a
pretty young woman. It seemed impossible that he'd gone through such a
drastic change and had only realized it recently. He hadn't had
mirrors in the clinic but he could see his hands and arms and legs and
most especially breasts just by looking down at himself. But it was
the totality of seeing his entire body all at once and completely
changed that was so shocking and so obvious. He had noted some changes
but they had occurred gradually, almost imperceptibly, and he'd been
kept drugged so much of the time that he didn't worry for long about
such things at the time.
He guessed he was now about 5'4'' or 5'5''. His entire body was
practically hairless with pale flawlessly smooth silky skin. Narrow
shoulders with long slender graceful arms and delicate hands, long slim
fingers. Almost no muscles at all. Large prominent breasts that
jiggled a bit with the motion of his breathing. Pink nipples that were
now stiff and crinkled in excitement. A narrow waist and flat stomach.
Wide flaring hips and a round, nearly perfect ass. Nice long legs and
tiny feet.
He looked 100% a young woman except for one essential. Where his cock
and balls used to be was a small pink nubbin atop a smooth fleshy
mound. It appeared as if someone had started with a normal woman's
genitalia and fused the labia together, making a smooth surface. Then
exposed the clitoris near the top of the mound and allowed a tiny
opening for the urethra. There was a small tuft of downy golden pubic
hair just above the mound.
Josh thought the image in the mirror was beautiful. He would have
loved to fuck this creature that he'd become. For the briefest of
instants he wondered if he'd escaped the clinic just in time or a bit
too soon.
He felt himself becoming aroused looking at himself. It was late and
there wasn't much he could do at this hour. The excitement of the day
was beginning to wear off and exhaustion set in. He lay down on the
bed and decided to try and sleep, he'd worry about his troubles in the
morning when he was fresh.
His mind kept picturing the lovely girl he saw in the mirror and he
became more and more aroused. He rubbed his cock/clitoris with one
hand and played with his breasts with the other. He reached orgasm
fairly quickly, his entire body shuddering in spasms of pleasure. But
his crotch continued to tingle with arousal and his nipples throbbed,
demanding more. He masturbated over and over, wishing he'd brought his
vibrator when he escaped.
If that desk clerk had heard the frenzied thrashing about and barely
suppressed moans coming from his room he'd have congratulated himself
on guessing correctly about the cute young girl who rented the room.
Josh had no idea how many times he orgasmed but eventually he exhausted
himself and slipped into a fitful sleep.
*****
Josh stared in amazement at the complimentary newspaper. The sound of
the paper thumping down on the floor outside his room had wakened him
from a sexy dream. He was very aroused and felt like touching himself
but he suppressed the impulse and went to see what the noise had been.
Now his erotic urges were momentarily forgotten as he read the lead
story in mixed horror and outrage.
``All-Pro Quarterback Josh Thomas Wanted on Drug Charges'' the headline
read.
``From the Associated Press: Last night in a bizarre string of
coincidences ten kilos of crack cocaine was seized at the home of
Dallas Wranglers' all-star quarterback Joshua Thomas. Police
discovered the drugs when they responded to a burglary in progress at
Mr. Thomas' estate. The police report says a woman forcibly entered
Mr. Thomas' home by breaking a window on a side entryway. It is
unknown what the woman intended when she broke into the house.
Eyewitness accounts say the woman fled the scene when the security
system activated and alerted police to the break-in. A spokesman for
the Dallas police department says the woman is wanted for questioning,
but is not a suspect in the drug charges. She is described as
Caucasian, long blonde hair, early 20's, 5'4'' tall, 120 lbs.
Anonymous sources say the woman is a former girl friend of the 5-time
Superbowl winning quarterback. Mr. Thomas has been on medical waiver
from the Wranglers' starting lineup since sustaining injuries while
playing a game in mid-October. A spokesperson for the Wranglers said
Mr. Thomas was undergoing treatment for his injuries at a private
clinic. Mr. Thomas was unavailable for comment and sources have
learned that he discharged himself from the clinic on his own authority
late yesterday. Investigators from the DEA have seized Mr. Thomas'
home and are seeking a court order to freeze his assets. A warrant for
his arrest has been issued on charges of possession, possession with
intent to distribute, drug trafficking, and conspiracy. If convicted,
Mr. Thomas would face a mandatory prison sentence of 20 years to life.
Police have requested that anyone having any knowledge of Mr. Thomas'
whereabouts or recent activities please contact the authorities. Mr.
Thomas is assumed to have fled the country and a State Department
official was quoted as saying ```aextradition will be diligently pursued
once (his) whereabouts are confirmed.'' Mr. Thomas has had a
brilliant career in professional football and many fans have expressed
outrage upon learning of his alleged illegal drug activities. Related
stories: Career highlights, page 2, Calls for stepped up drug testing
in professional sports, page 5, Wranglers' chances for Superbowl
unaffected, page 7.''
He riffled through the paper looking for more. He couldn't bear to
read the editorial. The title was enough to make him sick: ``Do You
Want a Drug Dealer as Your Child's Role Model?''
Shit! Josh felt completely helpless. How could people believe such
lies about him? He'd tried coke just once in his life, back in high
school when he was young and stupid. Everyone who knew anything about
him knew his career was far too important to him to jeopardize it by
using drugs.
He didn't know how she'd done it but he was sure that bitch Amy was
behind it all. He caught sight of the date on the paper. He'd been in
that clinic for three months! And the Superbowl was just a couple
weeks away. He felt so frustrated. He had to think. He flopped back
on the bed. Masturbation had usually relieved his tension before and
his crotch was tingling with erotic desire. He began rubbing himself.
It felt so good he didn't want to stop.
*****
Josh drifted to full wakefulness from an erotic dream. He had a pillow
clenched between his thighs and he was reflexively humping himself
against the pillow. He replaced the pillow with his hand and began
rubbing himself faster and faster. It felt SO wonderful, and he needed
it so much!
His body stiffened and shuddered in orgasm. Oh! Yes! But almost as
soon as the tremors subsided he felt the tension building again. He
continued rubbing himself. It just took too much willpower to stop.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Oh god. Someone's at the door. Oh god, this feels so good.
``Y..yessss?'' he managed to call out while still stroking his crotch.
He was almost there and couldn't bear to stop.
``Housekeeping. It's checkout time and we need the room, Miss.''
Shit! He'd have to go to the desk and pay for another night.
``Ohhhh!!'' he moaned as he climaxed, then quickly yelled ``I mean, Oh
I'm staying another night.''
``Do you want your room cleaned?'' the maid called back.
``N`a No. No thank you!''
He could hear the maid push her cart down the walkway and he started
rubbing himself harder.
*****
He walked toward the lobby. His hair was damp with sweat and his face
flushed, lips puffy. His nipples were hard under the sweatshirt and he
was self consciously aware how they pushed out against the fabric,
raising little bumps in the shirt.
He came upon two maids talking together as they got linens from a cart.
They openly stared at him as he walked by and he heard giggling once he
was past them.
Thank god it was a different desk clerk on duty. But this guy was just
as bad. He looked at Josh as though he might be considering making a
purchase. He positively leered.
There wasn't a lot of cash left from Amy's purse so he only paid for
one more night. He had to think of some more permanent arrangement.
He was hungry but he didn't think he could bear sitting still long
enough to get served in a restaurant. He grabbed a couple candy bars
from a machine and hurried back toward his room.
He was practically shaking he felt so horny. He told himself just one
more time then he HAD to settle down and try to figure a way out of the
mess he was in.
*****
``Amy you bitch what have you done to me?!'' Josh gasped into the
telephone. He was lying in bed with the phone propped to his ear,
stroking his crotch with both hands.
``I'm sorry, Honey, but you better call back when you're ready to show
a little respect. I thought we taught you better than to take that
kind of tone with your betters.'' Amy said coldly and hung up the
phone.
Josh tore one hand away from his crotch and dialed the phone again.
``Why hello Honey! I've been expecting your call.'' Amy's voice was
smugly triumphant.
He broke down into blubbering tears. He wailed into the phone. ``Amy
please, please help me. I can't stop. I'll do anything but please
help!''
*****
Josh was staring up in disbelief at Amy. She grinned at him. Billy
Joe Coleson was standing beside her with a huge smile on his face.
Obviously Billy Joe liked the way Josh looked his pants had an
enormous bulge in the crotch. Josh was sitting on the edge of the
motel room bed completely naked. One hand slowly stroked his crotch,
almost reflexively.
``You want me to suck his cock?!?!'' Josh squeaked, still not
believing what she'd ordered.
``Honey, if you want to stop feeling so turned on that's what you have
to do,'' she said.
Billy Joe grinned down at Josh. He unzipped his pants and pulled his
cock out. It was huge. Long and hard. The veins along the side were
swollen and seemed to pulse with blood. The head was purplish red and
glistened with a drop of seminal fluid. Josh felt tears in his eyes as
he got to his knees in front of Billy Joe.
He reached out and delicately touched the organ. His hand was shaking.
The cock was warm to his touch and slightly moist and velvet smooth.
He let his fingers trace the outline of the shaft, running his
fingertips from the base to the head and back down again. Billy Joe
gasped in delight. He reached lower and felt the sac of his scrotum.
It was wrinkled and sprinkled with coarse hair.
Reluctantly, but wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, he
closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss the head. He could taste the
bit of fluid at its tip. Salty. He opened his lips wider and pulled
Billy Joe's cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head
and sucked his cheeks inward. With one hand he gripped the shaft near
the base and pumped it gently. His other hand was buried in his own
crotch, stroking madly along his cock/clit to try to make this
bearable. He began moving his head up and down on Billy's cock, taking
a bit more of it inside with each cycle. Soon he was taking as much
into his mouth as he thought he could stand and his lips were brushing
his hand where it was wrapped around the shaft on each downstroke.
It seemed to take a while but Billy eventually began bucking his hips.
Josh felt his own saliva dribbling down Billy's cock shaft onto his
fingers and lubricating it somewhat. He pumped his hand up and down
the shaft faster and faster in time with his bobbing head. As Billy
got more excited and thrust harder into Josh's face he could feel the
head slamming against the back of his throat. His eyes misted over as
it made him gag and he prayed he wouldn't puke.
Finally Billy grabbed Josh's head and held it rigid, partially
supporting his own weight by leaning on Josh as he rammed his cock deep
into Josh's throat. His cock literally throbbed inside Josh's mouth.
He felt a warm wetness spurt at the back of his mouth and he swallowed.
Billy kept pumping and Josh swallowed again and again. Josh was
desperately wondering how much more there was when Billy slumped a bit
and breathed a big sigh of contentment. Josh swallowed the last
droplets and let his mouth go slack as Billy stepped back. The cock
slipped from Josh's mouth, leaving a line of saliva and semen trailing
down his chin. Billy sank down to sit on the bed and grinned
contemptuously at Josh.
``Not bad for a beginner. Or maybe Honey's been holding out on us and
has some experience in cocksucking?'' he said. ``Not that it matters.
She'll be getting lots of practice from here on I expect.''
Josh didn't say anything. He didn't even look up. He just wiped the
sticky gunk off his chin and continued rubbing his crotch harder and
harder. He was completely humiliated but past worrying about
embarrassment over these two watching him masturbate. He needed to
orgasm so desperately, he didn't care who was watching. He slipped
down to lay on his side on the floor and worked his hands against his
crotch. He hoped the orgasm he felt building would help him forget
what he'd just done.
Amy said, ``Isn't she cute lying there just dying for release? Poor
little thing. That semen she gulped down ought to take effect in a
little bit. I sure do hope so for her sake.''
Josh climaxed. His body shuddered. Then again and again. He moaned
out loud. He continued to stroke himself. His crotch was burning to
his touch. He felt disconnected from reality as he climaxed over and
over until eventually he lost consciousness.
*****
Josh stirred. He didn't feel the aching need in his crotch any more.
It felt slightly tingly but not a mind-destroying lust. He looked
around. He was back in his tiny room at the clinic. He tried to get
up but discovered he was strapped down to the bed.
Amy came in some time later. She smiled at him in that self-satisfied
way of hers.
``Glad to see you've regained a bit of decorum, Honey. You should know
it's quite unseemly for a young lady to touch herself there in front of
people.''
Josh felt totally defeated. He didn't dare snarl at Amy what he was
thinking. She'd be sure to make him pay if he did. He simply said in
a small voice, ``Amy, what did you do to me?''
``You will address me as Ms. Hanson.''
``I'm sorry Ms. Hanson.''
``That's better. Now, as for what I did to you. I suspected you might
eventually take it upon yourself to leave before I was quite done with
your therapy. But I despise having to deal with annoying security
measures all the time. So I simply made some alterations in your body
chemistry. You now are addicted to certain compounds. So long as you
were getting your supplements in your daily medication you didn't
notice anything. But once your body is deprived for more than 24 hours
you develop an insatiable lust. It's a good thing you called when you
did or you might have torn yourself apart trying to get relief.''
Josh felt a sinking feeling in his gut. ``What compounds am I addicted
to, Ms. Hanson?''
``Oh, I thought that'd be obvious, Honey. Human semen.''
Josh closed his eyes and wept.
*****
Josh was strapped down in Amy's examining room. He'd been left alone
in his small room for many hours and he was beginning to feel the
aching lust returning when Ms. Connors came to fetch him here. Amy
had her back to him. She was fiddling with some stuff on a lab table.
When she finally turned to face him she held a hypodermic in her hand.
``Well, Honey. This one should be the biggie.'' She joked. ``The
treatment to end all treatments.''
``Ms. Hanson! Please I have to know`a Everybody else on the team got
the same injections. But their bodies just got stronger, faster. Why
didn't the others change like me?'' Josh was babbling, hoping to delay
the inevitable. He dreaded thinking what that needle was going to do
to him.
``Because my treatments work. Look at me. I've got the same body I
had at 18. No wrinkles. No muscle aches. No symptoms of aging at
all. And I used the same thing on your teammates. They didn't change
like you did because the formula simply rebuilt their bodies the way
they were in their prime.'' Amy smiled broadly. ``Remember I told you
the treatments were customized so they used a body's own patterns to
put everything back into top condition? The only thing I didn't tell
you was that I wasn't using YOUR body as the pattern for the treatments
I gave you. I mixed up a special batch just for you, picking and
choosing characteristics to transform you into the perfect little
blonde bimbo!''
Josh knew nothing that had happened to him was a coincidence.
Everything was all part of this sick bitch's scheme to torment him.
But he couldn't imagine how she'd managed it all. There were just too
many factors, too many people involved.
``How'd you arrange everything? The cocaine at my house. The changed
password. You had to have help.''
Amy laughed.
``Oh Honey, you can be SO nave for a man of the world. It's astounding
the risks people will take, the laws they'll break, when you promise to
repair their aging bodies, make them young again. Take Ms. Baker, for
instance. I found her in a nursing home. She used to be a headline
dancer during the War that's World War Two, not Viet Nam. Ms.
Connors and Ms. Smith have similar stories. The cocaine came from a
friend who has`a 'connections', shall we say. The burglar alarm and
other things bureaucratic were simple to arrange also. By the way, you
want a hoot? The new password for your security system is 'Sex
Change'. Who says I don't have a sense of humor!''
``But enough of this, you've got me talking about my nefarious schemes
like some bad James Bond villain. No nick of time rescue for you,
Sweets.''
Amy jabbed the needle into the fleshy part of Josh's thigh.
*****
``Time to wake up!''
Josh opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of the exercise studio
in the clinic. Amy was standing over him dressed in a cheerleader
uniform. An Eastern High cheerleader uniform.
``Like my outfit, Honey? It still fits.'' She posed for him a second
then grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet.
He felt weird. He looked down and realized why. He was wearing an
Eastern High football uniform. With his old number on it. But he
wasn't wearing any of the protective padding and his tiny body was
swimming in the large uniform.
``Aww, looks like your uniform doesn't fit you anymore. Bring back any
fond memories, bitch?'' Amy sneered at him.
He took a step backward. This was becoming too weird.
``Amy`a Ms. Hanson. Please. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to
say. Please.''
She reached out and grabbed the neck of his uniform shirt and ripped it
wide open with a single motion of her arm. Josh was stripped to the
waist.
``You're looking good, Honey. Let's see the rest of you!''
Amy grabbed the waistband of Josh's pants and tore it open. His pant
legs parted at the seams and she pulled the shreds from his body. He
was totally nude.
Embarrassed, Josh reached down with one hand to shield his crotch and
held the other crosswise across his breasts. He could feel with the
palm of his hand resting against his crotch that Amy had successfully
completed the final change.
Amy sensed that he'd discovered the truth. She snickered at him.
``What's the matter, Honey? Don't you enjoy being a girl?''
Josh tried to run but Amy was expecting it. She grabbed his arm and
held him in an unbreakable grip. He felt weak as a kitten as he
strained to loosen her implacable hold. In frustration he swung his
free arm at her, wanting to slap the smile off her face.
Amy blocked his slap and twisted his arms behind him and upwards,
bending him over painfully. He felt her lock something on his wrists
and they were bound tightly together. She released his arms and he
fell to the floor, hitting painfully on his shoulder. He twisted
around on his hip and looked up at her.
She was leisurely stripping out of her cheerleader uniform. She kicked
off her saddle shoes and pulled the tank top over her head. Josh
looked up at her magnificent full breasts wobbling gently with her
movements. Her long tanned legs. Her youthful face. She unzipped her
skirt and dropped it to the floor and revealed`a
Her ten inch throbbing erection!
She tossed her head back and laughed. Then she began stroking the
monster sprouting from between her thighs.
``I grew this special for you lover! I spent the past weeks mixing a
special formula just for this occasion. Don't you feel honored? This
is a clone of the exact cock that took my virginity oh so many years
ago. Your cock, Honey. And now it's going to take your virginity
too!''
Josh tried to push himself away but with his arms bound behind him
there was no hope. Amy grabbed his shoulders and flipped him painfully
around. He lay on his stomach with his belly pressed to the
floorboards. She grabbed his hips and lifted him to his knees, pushing
on his head to keep his face down on the floor. Now most of his weight
was on his knees and the soft swell of his breasts pressed hard into
the cold floor. With very little preliminaries, Amy gripped his hips
and thrust herself hard into his vagina from behind.
He screamed as he felt a sharp pain from his tender flesh ripped open
by her invading cock. Amy pumped herself in and out faster and faster.
Josh could only lie there uncomfortably enduring her assault, tears
streaming from his eyes. Finally she shuddered and shot her load into
him.
Amy withdrew and settled back to catch her breath. Josh slumped over
to his side and curled his knees up to his chest in a fetal position,
whimpering in pain.
``Whew!'' Amy panted, ``That was interesting. I can see why guys are
so hung up on their penis now. But I think I prefer a vagina. Can
hardly wait to get rid of this big growth. How DO you manage to sit
comfortably? But I think I'll have a cast taken at full erection
before I grow my pussy back. I'll have it made into a vibrator and
give it to you as a remembrance for old time's sake.''
``Oh, and you might be interested to know that you can get your semen
fix to feed your new addiction in your vagina as well as orally. So
you won't have to worry about THAT problem for another 24 hours.''
*****
``Honey, I want you to meet a friend of mine.'' Amy ushered a man into
her small cell.
Josh looked up. And up. And up. The man towered over her. He must
have been 6'6'', 300 lbs. and all muscle. He had a cruel face with
hard, unrelenting eyes and a scar above one eye. His hair was thick
and black and coarse. He had a heavy gold ring in his ear.
``This is the friend I mentioned who helped me find some cocaine. And
now I think he's going to be your friend too.''
``Hello Honey'' the man said in a deep bass voice. ``My name's
Anthony, but you can call me Sir.''
Josh swallowed nervously. She said very softly, ``Hello Sir.''
Anthony smiled. ``See? You're a smart girl, Honey. We're gonna get
along real good.''
``Anthony runs a nightclub, Honey. And an entertainment agency. He
thinks he might have a job for you, Honey. And a place to live. Isn't
that exciting?'' Amy said sweetly. She paused expectantly. After a
few seconds of silence, she continued. ``What do you say to Anthony,
Honey?''
``Thank you, Sir. I'll try to work hard, Sir.'' Honey said in total
despair.
``Here's her official stuff just in case she ever runs into any`a
difficulties with the authorities. One never knows when the police
might want to see some ID. It's all official by the way, I have a
friend in the hall of records.''
Amy passed several cards to Anthony. Josh saw a social security card,
what looked like a birth certificate, and a driver's license. She held
the license out so Josh could see it. The license had a picture of
Josh as she now looked, except with a lot of makeup on, and with her
blonde hair teased up and tied into a big ponytail at the side of her
head. The name on the license was ``Honey Sweet-Lay'' and the birth
date said she was going to be 19 this coming April Fool Day.
``Good picture, isn't it, Honey?''
``Yes Ms. Hanson.'' Honey said.
``And Honey, I've got one more special surprise for you!''
Honey felt the man lifting her robe. Amy bent down and stuck a needle
into her thigh.
``This is a custom blended formula, Honey. Now, instead of being
addicted to human semen you're addicted to ANTHONY'S semen! Isn't that
just so clever? Now you won't be troubled by thoughts of misbehaving
or running away, because you'll NEED to be near Anthony. I'm sure
you'll come to appreciate how much simpler your life will be without
any ambiguities over loyalty to Anthony.''
``Well I'll leave you two to get acquainted. When you're ready to take
her Anthony, you know the way out. But don't forget our appointment
next weekend!''
*****
``Get a move on, Slut. We can't be late and the traffic's gonna be
bitch!'' Anthony shook her awake.
Honey wakened from her dream to see she was still in hell. She looked
around the tawdry one-room apartment. The double bed nearly filled the
room. The few clothes she owned were hanging on a bar mounted into the
nook formed by the dormer style frame of the room's single window.
Over to one side, a low partition formed an alcove that contained a
claw-foot porcelain tub, a tiny sink and a commode. It wasn't really a
luxury. Her new profession encouraged a private bath Anthony could
charge extra.
As she got cleaned up, she heard the throbbing music from downstairs
increase in volume. Must be time for a new set, she thought.
Sometimes she worked the strip club downstairs. Dancing was hard work
and she missed the sexual release that came with fucking. Especially
when she was feeling the need for another shot of Anthony's love juice.
But stripping kept her at arms length from the psychos. A lot of the
guys who paid Anthony to fuck her weren't that bad, but some really
scared her. Anthony's club got a lot of biker types as customers. She
didn't think she'd ever get over her fear of some of those guys.
She looked through her clothes. They were all revealing and slutty
looking. She picked out a tight red mini that Anthony had complimented
her on. After only a few days, her mind was already in the habit of
thinking automatically ``what would make Anthony happy?'' on every
decision she made. She dressed quickly and grabbed her small ``working
purse'' with her essential cosmetics and other necessities. She
clattered down the rickety stairs in her stiletto heels and entered the
club looking for Anthony.
Two girls were gyrating on stage but the crowd was thin. It was
Superbowl Sunday and this wasn't exactly a sports bar after all. She
saw Anthony and hurried over to him, practicing her sexiest walk. She
rubbed the entire length of her body along Anthony's left side and
kissed his cheek. She was feeling hot. She hadn't tasted Anthony's
cock for nearly a full day.
``I'm ready, Sir.'' She purred.
He reached out, slowly ran his fingers from her cheek, down her neck,
brushed her breasts. His hand cupped one breast and squeezed gently.
Her nipples stiffened even harder than they were already and she
gasped. Then he traced his hand along the curve of her waist, over her
hip, and gave her plump ass a pinch. She flinched slightly and he
patted her ass possessively.
``Yep, I can see you are, Honey,'' he said with a leer.
*****
Anthony used the special pass Amy gave him to get into the Wrangler's
Stadium. He turned Honey over to a volunteer guide and went to the VIP
skybox to enjoy the pre-game festivities. Honey's guide led her
through the maze of the Stadium tunnels and eventually brought her to a
rather dingy side door and shoved her inside, pulling the door closed
behind her.
Inside was a room much too small for the mass confusion it contained.
There were nude and semi-nude women walking around all over the place.
Clothes hung everywhere. Looking over each other's shoulders to get a
peek at a scrap of mirror they were applying makeup, fixing their hair,
adjusting their uniforms and generally making a giggling bubbling
cacophony.
Honey stood nervously for a few moments, uncertain what she should do.
Then she saw a familiar face make her way through the crowd over to
her.
``Ms. Baker!'' she said, feeling relief and a strange sense of
nostalgia.
``Honey! Well, didn't you turn out just beautiful!'' Ms. Baker
complimented her. She raised her voice to address the room, ``Girls!
This is the stand-in dancer I mentioned. She already knows the
routines so you needn't worry about covering for her. Honey, welcome
to the Wrangler Girls!''
There was an unenthusiastic chorus of ``hi's'' then everyone went back
to what they were doing and ignored her. Honey heard a few half
muttered comments about her slutty dress and a few more along the lines
of ``wonder who she's fucking to get on the squad the day of the
Superbowl?'' She blushed crimson when she heard them but she didn't
say anything. She was growing to realize that most people only saw her
as a cunt and there was very little she could do to change their minds
even she admitted to herself that she pretty much WAS nothing more than
a twat to be fucked and do what pleased Anthony.
``Now, let's get you a uniform!'' Ms. Baker interrupted her self-pity
and got her moving toward a rack of clothing.
*****
``Okay Girls, this is it!'' Ms. Baker said to the assembled Wrangler
Girls. ``The whole country's watching. Make me proud of you!''
They were standing in a double line just inside one of the tunnels
leading onto the field. Honey was about half way back in the line. It
turned out that Ms. Baker was the cheerleaders' choreographer. She
assured Honey all she needed to do was keep evenly spaced between the
girl on her right and the one on her left and to do the routines as
she'd practiced.
``LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE WORLD FAMOUS DALLAS
WRANGLERS CHEERLEADERS!!!!!'' the P.A. system boomed out over the
stadium crowd.
The girls started jogging out onto the field. Honey watched how they
ran, shaking the pompoms high in the air and smiling widely. She tried
to imitate them when it came her turn. She'd been in this situation
before, as a quarterback running onto the field being watched by
millions. So you might think she'd be used to the attention but she
was nervous as hell.
Once on the field, standing in formation with the other girls she tried
to relax. She felt weird in the tight little white mini skirt, white
high heeled cowboy boots and blue halter top. But it wasn't really
much different than some of the revealing outfits she wore for Anthony.
Only there weren't 2 billion people watching her then.
Then the last of the girls arrived. The leader called out in a voice
that only carried to the girls, not the audience, ``Number Five!
Ready`a let's go!''
And Honey was back in the little exercise studio being put through her
paces by Ms. Baker. The only differences were the uniform, she now
held pompoms in her hands, and instead of chanting the cheers in her
head she cried them out at the top of her voice. She relaxed and ran
through the routines like clockwork.
She watched the other girls as she danced. She felt proud of herself.
She was among the very best dancers in the squad. She didn't make any
slip-ups or missteps. Let them wonder now who I'm fucking, she thought
smugly.
*****
``Honey! I got a look at you out there during half time. You really
know how to strut your stuff, girl!'' Billy Joe Coleson said.
She was clinging to Anthony's arm. Honey was still wearing her
cheerleading uniform, Anthony insisted on it. They were standing in
the entrance to the ballroom rented for the victory party. The room
was a madhouse. There was screaming and laughing and dancing
everywhere. Billy Joe had seen them as soon as they arrived and
hurried over to greet them.
``Thanks Billy Joe,'' Honey said shyly. ``Congratulations on winning
MVP.'' She was learning it was smart to be polite.
Billy flashed her his Superbowl ring. ``Bet you wish you won that,
don't you Honey?''
She glanced up nervously at Anthony. He was looking at her very
intently, waiting.
``No, Billy, I'm happy with things just the way they are.'' she lied.
She squeezed Anthony's arm and pressed her breasts against his side.
He smiled at her. She was learning. What made Anthony happy made her
happy at least it made her happier than a beating would.
Amy walked up just then and smiled sweetly at Honey.
``Honey! I'm so happy Anthony brought you! It's nice to see you're
enjoying yourself.''
``Thank you, Ms. Hanson.''
``I've been meaning to talk to you about something, Anthony. Please
make sure Honey sees me for a checkup every so often. A girl who works
as hard as she does sometimes has trouble staying young and pretty. I
can give her booster shots so she'll stay fresh and young looking and
be productive for years and years to come! Besides, it'll give me a
chance to catch up with her, it's always a pleasure for me to see how
my little Honey's coming along.''
Anthony smiled, ``Thanks. I'll take you up on that, Doc.''
``And all I expect in return is her performance whenever the Wranglers
get to the Superbowl.''
Honey looked at her questioningly. Did she mean cheering? She'd need
to practice the latest routines every year.
``Speaking of that,'' Anthony took her hand from where it clutched his
arm and placed it in Billy's hand. ``I'll be back to pick her up
around noon tomorrow. If she gives you any trouble just let me know.''
Honey looked at Anthony, her face stricken. It'd already been over a
day since he fucked her and she was feeling her pussy getting more and
more aroused. She didn't know if she could stand waiting until
tomorrow for his semen.
``You're leaving, Anthony?'' Amy asked, ``I wouldn't miss this for the
world!''
``If I stay I might be tempted by her, and I did promise you to deliver
her hot and ready.''
Honey looked from one to the other, unsure what they were talking
about, but certain she wouldn't like it.
``Well Honey! Looks like now's your chance to show a little team
spirit.'' Amy said with a spiteful grin.
Billy took her hand and led her into a room filled with an entire
football team flushed with victory, celebrating the biggest win of the
year.
``Anthony said to tell you the entertainment committee promised him
$100 a pop! He said there's a special treat if you manage to fuck
every single member of the team! He said that would really make him
happy!'' Amy called loudly across the room to her. Faces turned to
stare at her.
She felt herself shaking nervously and tried to smile at the men as
they leered at her.
Honey heard the peals of Amy's laughter as Billy lifted her up onto a
banquet table and told her to start dancing.
-- The End --