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THE BOOK OF CHANGES
By Wyrdey
As the team went off to prepare for the game, Mark Haradon suddenly
remembered that he had left his boots in his locker.
Shouting for his best friend Sam to wait for him, he turned and hurried
back. Coach would be annoyed that they were late, but he could keep -
being the star players had its advantages.
Mark ran through the corridors towards his locker. He was almost there
when someone stepped out in front of him. Skidding to a halt, he glared
furiously at Trevor Terry, who now stood blocking his way.
"Come back for more then?" he asked the annoyingly calm person standing
in front of him.
Mark hated Trevor. It wasn't that Trevor was a nerd, it was that he
wasn't enough of a nerd.
A few weeks before, Mark's girlfriend Mandy had broken it off with him.
He had been angry, but when he discovered that she was now going out
with Trevor, he was furious. Swearing to get back at him, he and his
buddies had been doing everything that they could to make his life an
absolute living hell.
The previous evening they had ambushed him in the street, dragged him
into an alley and taken turns beating him. When they had finally dropped
him in a dumpster, Mark had thought that they had broken at least four
of Trevor's bones.
Standing in the corridor, Mark was surprised to see Trevor at all, let
alone looking so well. Try as he might, Mark couldn't make out a single
scratch or bruise on him.
Trevor noticed Mark's puzzlement with amusement.
"Yes, I am feeling a lot better" he said, "And it's all thanks to you
really"
He pulled a book out from under his arm.
Mark stared at it. It was an obviously very old, leather-bound volume
with 'The Book of Changes' written across the cover in weirdly formed
letters.
"I found it in that dumpster that you and your friends so kindly dropped
me off in" Trevor said with a slight grin. "It's been most helpful".
Mark remembered that he was in a hurry. He could deal with Trevor later.
He tried to run past, but Trevor blocked him.
"Get out of my way, faggot!" Mark bellowed.
"Or what? You'll hit me again?" Trevor sighed. "Some things never
change" he said "...But then, some things do".
He gave a sly smile. "In fact, I've already made some much-needed
changes".
But Mark wasn't listening, he was just staring at Trevor.
He seemed... different somehow.
A strange feeling nagged at his mind, it was as if there was something
that he couldn't quite remember.
"The past is changing even now" Trevor said with a grin.
Mark's gaze wandered down Trevor. He found himself staring at his crotch
- there was something about that...
A strange sensation washed over him.
"What's the matter, Mark? Remembering something?" Trevor grinned.
Mark started. He didn't have time for this. He raised his fist and...
He looked at Trevor's face. Suddenly it came back to him.
The previous evening... he and his buddies had beaten... no, he had been
alone in the team locker room, waiting for someone.
Trevor had come in.
What had happened then?
He remembered that he had blown Trevor a kiss, and giggled.
Why would he do that?
Trevor had pinched his arse.
Hard.
And he'd giggled even more. He'd loved it.
And then what happened...?
Mark suddenly stumbled as his shoes began to change, becoming open and
growing an increasing heel.
But he didn't notice. He recalled how, still giggling, he had climbed
onto a bench on all fours. How he'd cooed breathlessly in anticipation
as Trevor had come up behind him and casually lifted his pretty little
skirt.
He'd whimpered with desire as he'd felt Trevor slowly peeling the tight
little wet panties from his bulging cheeks.
And then...?
Mark made a little shriek of delight. The front of his pants stretched
and darkened as he came at the memory.
One of his hands blindly flew to his belt, sliding down into his soft
panties and wildly squeezing his manhood as he gasped in ecstasy.
He didn't notice how the legs of his pants were creeping up as they
slowly turned into tight little short shorts.
He was lost in the recollection of how he had screamed himself hoarse as
Trevor had fucked him hard, again and again and again.
Standing in the corridor, Mark gave little high-pitched squeals of
delight. He was too distracted to be concerned that his manhood was
softening and shrivelling in his hand. The tinier that it got the more
sensitive that it felt - and the moist little slit opening up at its
base felt even better. He didn't even care when a group of girls walked
past and found him squeaking girlishly as he enthusiastically pleasured
himself.
He'd just remembered how, as he was sitting there on his hands and
knees, gasping for breath, exhausted and sore, Trevor had announced a
'little surprise'.
Even then he'd been humiliated by how loudly he'd moaned and shrieked
with delight as he'd felt a huge cock being forced up his arse. But he
couldn't help it, it just felt so good!
Mark gaped with pleasure.
His free hand wandered to his chest. His shirt had shrunk until it only
covered his bosom, and barely that. He rubbed absently one of his madly
itching nipples. They bulged like marbles, clearly outlined through the
thin, shiny elastic material of his blouse.
Mark recalled how desperately he'd begged Trevor not to stop. He
recalled how turned on he'd been when some people had walked in
unexpectedly and found him there on all fours, being fucked hard up the
arse, his face contorted with enjoyment, squealing like a pig.
Unconsciously, he pushed a finger under his little top's incredibly low
neckline and gasped with unexpected pleasure as it brushed against one
of his hard nipples. He traced his big new areolas, giggling slightly at
the feeling, loving the hard little lumps beginning to poke up beneath
them.
He giggled again at the nice new feeling as his ass popped out of his
panties, the soft, frilly fabric being pulled tightly between his
swelling cheeks.
And then what had happened...?
Mark remembered how wonderful it had felt when Trevor had come deep in
his arsehole for the last time. How he had snivelled and whined with
disappointment, then anger, as he had felt Trevor pulling out of him.
How he'd pouted petulantly up at him, eyes flashing, and was about to
have a full-on tantie-fit when suddenly...
He felt that mad, uncontrollable hunger that haunted his every waking
moment.
Mark whimpered and slowly, lasciviously, ran his tongue along his full,
swollen, red lips. He felt the unfamiliar taste of lipstick, unaware of
the whorish makeup that now plastered his softening face.
He'd dropped to his knees, cooing and gazing up with big, pretty,
pleading eyes.
Mark looked into Trevor's laughing face. His doe eyes were blank of
everything but soft wonderment as the tide of memory swept over him.
He remembered how long Trevor had kept him on his knees, pouting and
begging.
He remembered how big and tasty the bulge in Trevor's pants had looked,
how he'd kept ineffectually grasping at it, whimpering.
And how much he'd squealed when he'd finally been allowed, how he'd
pressed his face against the front of the bulging pants and opened
Trevor's fly with his teeth. How desperately he'd torn at the boxers
keeping him from what he so craved.
Mark, insane with desire, squeezed at the big, soft things that were
pushing out of his tiny, straining, blouse. Giggling, he found that
fondling and caressing them somehow made him feel even sexier than he
already did.
In his mind, he was thinking about just how incredibly, impossibly good
it felt to have a cock thrust into his mouth.
He'd moaned like a whore as he had madly, hungrily sucked at the huge
throbbing member filling every inch of his mouth. He remembered
whimpering with joy as he expertly pleasured its owner, his lips and
tongue moving perfectly as he did what he'd been born to do. He
remembered sliding it down his hungry throat, squeezing it, licking it,
fondling it, playing with it, all sense of time lost in his joy for the
thing that he lived for.
Mark moaned loudly. In his tight, moist little panties, one of his
slender fingers rubbed madly, thrust deep as it was into his tight
little slit. He got even louder as it started to grow a long, painted
nail.
He didn't notice as his tiny little short shorts split between his legs
and pulled up towards the swell of his hips. His new scandalous skirt,
little more than a pleated plaid belt, rode up high on the immense swell
of his arse, baring it for all the world to see. His frilly white
panties struggling to contain a quarter of his exposed cheeks.
He screamed as he recalled how Trevor had finally exploded deliciously
in his mouth. Running his tongue back and forth across the head, he'd
soon coated it with wonderful-tasting man juice. He'd sucked greedily,
crazily, wanting to get as much of it as he possibly could. His craving
subsided for a brief orgasmic instant as he lovingly swallowed all of
that yummy cum.
So yummy!
Mark licked his lips again, moaning softly. He automatically brushed his
hair out of his eyes, letting it slide far down his back.
Trevor was standing before him.
Mark cooed lustfully as he gazed up at him.
Up at him? Why was Trevor suddenly so much taller than him?
"Feeling pretty good, ay, Mark?" Trevor grinned.
Mark was about to purr his agreement, but he was suddenly hit by the
feeling that something was wrong.
Trevor noticed the look in his eyes and grinned even more.
"Perhaps you should take a long, hard look at yourself" he said,
grabbing a full-length mirror that he'd left standing against the wall.
Mark gasped.
From the mirror stared back the big, vacant, blue eyes of the hottest,
skankiest bimbo girl that he had ever seen. She was beyond a wet dream,
standing there with her cute little-girly face and cascading blonde
hair. She was dressed only in the most minute, pornographic parody of a
schoolgirl's outfit.
And her body!
Her breasts were like melons straining under her tiny little blouse.
Watermelons, perhaps - he could only guess at her bra size.
Not that it mattered: she was obviously braless, her knotted little
crop-top so tight that the outlines of her areole could be seen around
her huge, erect nipples. The whole top half - at least - of her bosoms
popped from her top, forming two immense, perfectly round, intersecting
globes of deliciously bouncing cleavage.
And the way that she thrust them out, as if offering them, begging
people to squeeze them.
How did she even stand up?
She wouldn't get any help from her incredibly tiny little waist, that's
for sure.
His eyes couldn't believe the way that that slim, toned midriff
blossomed into those amazing hips.
She was encircled only by the tiniest plaid microskirt, which dipped to
only just conceal the meeting of her legs, but was tight against the top
of her incredible arse, which it failed to conceal at all.
The top of some thin, frilly white panties, stretched beyond belief, was
only just visible above her hem.
His eyes followed her very long, shapely legs down to a pair of heels
that she could only have picked up at a stripper's yard sale.
Every inch of her was created - designed - only for sex.
Mark gaped, this wasn't him. It couldn't possibly be.
She stood frozen, one hand squeezed between her top and a breast that it
was still massaging, and the other deep in her panties.
Mark, looking down at the expanse of creamy cleavage dancing before him,
pulled his hand away from its soft, warm perch.
Cooing in horror and disbelief, he tried to pull his other hand out of
his panties.
The end of his long nail brushed against the tiny remains of his
manhood, Mark squealed with the sudden pleasure that shot through his
unusually sensitive clitoris.
Moaning and unable to stop, he fingered himself with such enthusiasm
that it set his breathtaking chest into intensely feminine motion.
Unable to look away from the mirror, Mark watched as his pumping hand
sank further into his little skirt, exploring his new sex.
Trevor chuckled.
"What's your name, cupcake?" he asked.
Still moaning and rubbing, Mark thought about the question.
Easy, his name was Mark...
No wait...
Missy...?
"Missy McTitties...?" she purred, in an incredibly breathy little-girl
voice.
Trevor smiled. "That's right, Miss McTitties. Now let me tell you a few
things about yourself. You'll always remember everything about being
Mark, but you'll also gradually get more memories of your life as
Missy".
Missy whimpered softly with pleasure as she played with herself.
But Trevor could see that she was listening regardless.
"Missy, as you have probably noticed, is the sexiest, horniest,
sluttiest girl in the entire world. She is a complete sex-crazed bimbo,
so dumb that she can't even add two and two. She will go for any guy,
and has, and will willingly do absolutely anything to pleasure him".
Missy licked her lips at the thought.
"She is only good at two things: being fucked... and another thing that
you're late for".
Missy purred expectantly as Trevor grabbed her shoulders. She was
disappointed when he turned her around, slung a cute little handbag over
one shoulder, and gave her a push on her big firm ass.
"Off you go".
Stumbling off, she finally succeeded in liberating her hand from her
panties, and spun around, her head already filling with visions of...
But Trevor had disappeared.
The constant fire between Missy's legs grew even stronger - she had to
find a boy, and when she did...
She minced quickly down the corridor on her enormous heels, her bosoms
bouncing and her arse wiggling sexily behind her with every step.
Her mind was full of crazed visions of what she would do to the next
male thing that she came across.
Consciously, she found these fantasies totally disgusting - gay - but
the craving that ran through every fibre of her being wouldn't let her
think of anything else.
In fact, she discovered that she couldn't think of anything else.
She turned a corner, murmuring under her breath with hope, and there,
walking towards her, was her best friend Sam.
Missy, remembering that she had asked him to wait, experienced a moment
of total exultation, but then...
Why did Sam have breasts? Almost as big as hers, bulging from that
little pink baby tee with 'Caution: horny girl' written across it.
And those low-riding super-tight jeans... and the high heels and
matching handbag... and the long hair and gorgeous, heavily made-up
face...
And her name wasn't Sam, it was...
Cindy...
Cindy Sissyslut.
"Gosh, there you are. You've been gone for, like, ever!" Cindy said.
"What happened? Did you meet a cute boy?" She giggled. "I did!"
She bit her lip as she remembered, but then snapped out of it.
"So, did you get them?"
Missy looked at her blankly. It was easy for her to do.
"Oh, you are, like, such a ditz!" Cindy giggled. "It's okay, you can
borrow Bambi's extra pair. But come on, we're late!"
She put her hand on Missy's waist and hurried her along.
They walked down corridors and between buildings, their asses wiggling
in perfect unison.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a door.
"We are, like, so late!" Cindy giggled. "We really need to start being
on time", she said as she lead Missy inside. "After all, we are the star
cheerleaders!"
Missy gasped.
Inside the room was all of Mark's buddies from the team.
Conrad Decker was leaning right down close to the mirror as he applied
whorish makeup, he was just finishing with some super-slutty bright red
lipstick and was practicing blowing kisses. His ass was forced right up
into the air and he was only wearing a lacy red thong, leaving his
mountainous hooters to swing freely beneath him.
Bill Barron and Harry Lear were giggling and practicing their cheers,
enthusiastically bouncing up and down waving about giant fluffy pink
pom-poms. They were dressed only in skimpy lingerie, their straining
translucent push-up bras obviously several sizes to small to contain
their jiggling assets. They giggled even more as Bill's bra snapped and
his bosoms bounced free, and their practice degenerated into a gleeful
pom-pom fight.
Most of the others were in various states of undress, swapping lingerie
and drooling over pictures of the players. Some had obviously just come
from work and were still wearing miniscule tank tops with 'Hooters'
written across them.
He could see Tony Rolfe, Barry Barter...
No wait, those weren't their names...
They were Candy Cockeater, Bambi Bigtits, Honey Hotcheeks, Toni
Tooskanky, Brandi Bouncyboobs, Pussy Pleasure...
"Alright, girls! Let's all get pretty, the game's starting literally
now" Cindy called.
Bouncing and giggling, the room of ridiculously well-endowed bimbos all
ran to their lockers.
Missy suddenly remembered where her's was, over next to Cindy's.
Wiggling her way over, she discovered that it was full of scandalous,
sexy underwear and bizarre sextoys.
Cindy appeared behind her, already stripped to her panties. "Let me help
you there...?" she giggled. With disturbing ease, she pulled Missy's
clothes from her body. Missy cooed in surprise and tried to steady her
bouncing bare breasts with her little hands. Cindy giggled again and
proceeded to tie Missy's ass-length blonde hair with pink ribbons into
two long pigtails.
Missy remembered that she was like the 'baby' of the squad. All the
other girls knew how big and scary and confusing she found everything
that didn't involve cocks or pom-poms, and they were always trying to
help her.
"There, just how you like it!" Cindy said as she turned to go back to
her locker.
Missy wondered what she was supposed to wear.
She noticed two tiny pieces of baby pink cloth, about the size that a
toddler might wear. As she picked them up, it all came back to her. She
remembered how she and Cindy had designed the new uniform, but had
gotten a bit confused at which boxes to tick. The result being that the
uniforms shrunk in the wash just before a big game.
But, in a move that was widely praised for being a perfect example of
school spirit, they finally decided to just squeeze into them as best as
they could and went on to cheer the team to a record victory.
Ever since then, they had continued to wear the uniforms anyway as a
good luck charm.
None of the players objected.
Missy pouted as she pulled the tiny skirt up her legs. It was awfully
tight, and yet it somehow managed to tent out against her incredible
curves. It didn't conceal much, but it wasn't very different to what she
had been wearing before.
The top was a different matter.
Missy looked around at the girls trying to squeeze themselves into it.
None of them were quite as busty as her, and they were all having
trouble.
She sighed, remembering that she would have to forego a bra if she
wanted any chance of fitting herself in. Fortunately the material was
very stretchy. After struggling to get it over her head and around her
shoulders, the hard part began.
Suddenly Bambi Bigtits appeared, somehow squashed into her uniform,
though from all the jiggling it appeared that she wouldn't stay there
for long.
"I heard you needed to borrow my spare pom-poms" she gushed, dropping
two of the giant fluffy things to the floor nearby. "Need a hand?" she
asked slyly.
Giggling, all of the girls, wearing (more or less) their tiny uniforms
came rushing over to help.
Missy remembered that this was a tradition: trying to help her cram her
bust into her top. Countless manicured hands reached out and pulled at
the fabric of the top, while others pushed Missy's huge titties up under
the fabric.
Eventually, after quite a bit of pain, the top sat about midway down
Missy's bust. Missy gave one final tug and her immense cleavage popped
out the top.
Everyone stood back cheering and giggling.
Missy's breasts still bulged from both the top and bottom of the little
pink halter, but at least her nipples were covered.
Of course, that usually didn't last for long.
Missy noticed the name stamped across her bouncing titties in big
sequined letters, the cheer squad name that they had picked: 'The Flying
Knockers'.
Cindy handed her Bambi's pom-poms.
"Okay, girls! Let's go and cheer our team!" Cindy shouted, bouncing up
and down with excitement. "And remember..."
"Shake your pom-poms!" everyone shouted together.
As they ran out onto the field, most had to stop at least once to try to
fit themselves back into their tops.
Missy popped out almost every time she moved.
Once there, they began their routine. It owed more to exotic dancing
than standard cheering, with everybody lithely swaying and jiggling
their gorgeous bodies in unison.
Missy discovered that she knew all of the moves by heart.
She found that she really liked it: she remembered how good it felt to
wiggle her bare ass for the entire school at once.
Then it was time for the team to come out.
As they came running into view, all of the giggling cheerleaders
bounced, waving their big pom-poms, breasts popping free everywhere.
Missy moaned softly as she watched the big sexy boys come towards her.
She suddenly saw that all of the key players were the nerdy guys that
Mark had used to pick on - only now they were built like Greek gods.
But Missy was unsurprised - her thoughts were elsewhere.
She felt herself melt at the sight of the captain's rugged face and
boyish grin. Her mind exploded, countless recollections flashing before
her eyes. She suddenly was flat on her back, on her knees, on her belly,
bending over, up against a wall, on all fours, rolling around in a
threesome with Cindy...
Missy gaped as she remembered all the times that he had fucked her.
She pressed her thighs together as she felt herself getting moist.
The next player ran past and she couldn't help but lick her lips. She
suddenly knew how his big hairy cock felt in her mouth, how sweet his
cum was, how aroused she got when he spanked her...
She whimpered.
With each player that passed, the more she felt the burning between her
legs as she learned more and more about her past sexual exploits. If any
of the players had passed within her reach, she would have jumped them
and done them right then.
As it was, her cheers became more and more wild and enthusiastic.
When the team assembled, Missy purred softly to herself, seeing in her
mind's eye what all of them looked like naked.
Then, as the other team came out and the game began, another memory
flashed into her mind.
She remembered victory celebrations, how she had writhed on the floor
with all of the other cheerleaders, how they had moaned, tore off
clothes, and desperately and earnestly begged the laughing players to
fuck them.
She remembered that she was always the favourite, and how jealous the
other girls were of how superhumanly long she could keep on going, with
boy after boy after big, sexy boy, all the time gasping and pleading for
more.
Suddenly, Missy really wanted them to win.
She shouted and began cheering with all of the passion and sexiness that
had made her the star cheerleader.
Every male eye began to creep towards Missy as she danced, her mind
reeling with the pure orgasmic joy that she felt every second that she
spent flaunting herself for the pleasure of men. Her breasts leapt and
jiggled into view from her tiny little pink doll top, and she finally
burst free completely in her rapture over an early score, which was
largely due to the defence being distracted.
She winked and blew a kiss to the scoring player, feeling dizzy with
anticipation at the thought of all of the big cocks that would soon be
coming her way...
She would do anything for her team... anything.
She giggled.
After all, she was Missy McTitties, the star cheerleader!
As she bounced up and down perkily, waving pom-poms high above her head,
she purred and daydreamed about big, juicy boys. She went on cheering
even when the other team finally managed to score.
The other cheerleaders giggled and shared knowing looks. Everyone knew
what she was dreaming so happily about...
Some things never change.
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