A Revenge - Feminizing A Dirty Football Player - Part 3

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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's assorted female doo-dads` 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 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''

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, 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 around, 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, the early '20s, 5'4'' tall, 120 lbs. Anonymous sources say the woman is a former girlfriend of the 5-time Superbowl winning quarterback.  Mr.  Thomas has been on a 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 of 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 lookup.  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 for his hands against his crotch.  He hoped the orgasm he felt the 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 anymore. 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, did 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 of 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 your 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 the 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 to 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 a 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 arm's 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 the 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 about 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 halves 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 halfway 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 to 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.