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HALLOWEEN HAPPENINGS by Throne The party was really beginning to swing when I arrived. I saw our hostess, Molly, who I had secretly lusted after for nearly a year. She was dressed as a devil girl, with a red body stocking, black boots and one of those plastic hairbands with two little horns on it. Oh, and she had jazzed up her make-up, heavy on the liquid eyeliner. Anyway, I didn't want to stare at her and it became very easy not to when she led me into the den. There, in the middle of the room, was a startling figure. It was a woman with a whopping big bust and a jutting bottom that I was sure would both bounce if she moved too fast. Not that she was going to move much at all, the way she was dressed. Let me start at the top and work down. Her head was encased in a leather hood that zipped up the back. It was white and had high arched eyebrows and large red lips painted on it. There were tiny holes where the wearer's nostrils were and a narrow slit between those exaggerated lips. Inside the eye-shaped eye holes were lenses from sunglasses, so whoever was in there could see us but we couldn't check out her eyes. There were also ear cut-outs and the wearer's protruding ears had been fitted with dangling earrings that featured a tiny bell at the end of each one. Whenever she moved, she would hear them. Molly asked me, "You like?" I said, my throat a bit dry, "Fantastic. But... I mean... does she want to be dressed like that?" "Oh yes. She's a total submissive. In fact, she just got a new owner, who will be taking possession of her later." A shudder ran through me. To be in the get-up I was looking at, so helpless, and have someone own you as well, would be really scary. It made me glad I was a Dom. I told Molly, "I'm surprised Bert allowed you to have her here. I mean, most of our crowd is really kinky but he's always been so conservative." She responded, "Not to worry. My dear husband Bert is off at some sort of retreat. Meditation and gazing at crystals or whatever they do there. In fact, he plans to commit himself to the spiritual life. Which will leave me to explore more avenues of the sensual existence." The way she said that sounded awfully inviting to me, but I didn't want to make a wrong assumption so I just smiled, trying to make it conspiratorial but not lustful. Sorry. I got away from describing that outfit. Below the hood was a neck brace which forced the wearer to keep their chin high. In fact, I guessed she couldn't look directly in front of herself but had to turn her eyes down to see where she was going. Below that things got even more interesting. She had on a rubber top that encased her shoulders but left those substantial hooters exposed. How uncomfortable must that feel, emotionally, to be displayed in that fashion. She couldn't cover herself with her hands because her arms were behind her and bound together, hands at opposite elbows, forearms in a laced-up leather sleeve. Her hands were in bondage gloves with all the fingers and thumbs attached to each other so, even if her hands were free she couldn't do much with them. Molly said that the gloves were reinforced inside so she wasn't even able to bend her fingers. Her sense of vulnerability must have been off the charts. "You can touch her," Molly advised. "It's what she's used to. In fact, she craves it." I licked my lips, which were suddenly very dry. Those breasts were so full and well shaped, the nipples so firm and pink. I gingerly touched the upper curve of one boob and let my fingers stray over its satiny surface, finishing at that rosy, sensitive, slightly upturned point on the front. As I toyed with the nipple she moaned and made soft mewling sounds. Molly pointed out, "The poor baby is denied real sexual release. She is so starved for it that the slightest stimulation sends her into the throes of ecstasy. But she can't get off. And she can't even complain," my hostess added, "because under that hood her pretty mouth is filled with a hollow ball gag." I realized all at once that I had both hands on her breasts and was trancing out on how sweet it was to fondle them. I slowly pulled my arms back, taking a breath to steady myself. Under those luscious melons was a corset that was laced tight... tight... tight. I was certain she couldn't bend her waist at all. Molly informed me that there were miniature spikes all over the inside of that cruel garment and, whenever the helpless beauty moved, she would feel every one of them. Next came a pair of red rubber panties. In the front they covered a slightly prominent mound. I mentioned it to Molly and she said, "Yes, this is a girl with something extra down there." My quizzical look was met with the words, "I'm just saying that she had a rather plump... mound of Venus. I mean, what else could be there?" Before I could think more about that she showed me the rear view and how the captive's bare buttocks were held apart by the center strip of the panties. "And," she added with a sly grin, "there's a fat butt plug under there." Beginning almost at the bottom of the panties was a pair of rubber stockings, red also, which were kept up somehow, possibly by adhesive inside their tops. Over those, starting just below her knees, were black boots with four inch stiletto heels. I knew that walking in them would be a challenge. It wouldn't help that they were joined at the ankles by a short hobble chain. Another guest, our friend Alexa, who was somewhere between male and female, came over to compliment Molly on the tasty snacks she had laid out. As he chatted about that and the well chosen guest list, he absently ran his hand over the faceless slave's bare upper back, moving downward across the corset laces, and then savoring the feel of his hand on her bottom. He finished with a hard pinch and she staggered forward two steps, fighting to keep her balance, letting out a muffled cry as the corset spikes jabbed her tender flesh, those clever earrings tinkling. Molly steadied her. The masked figure seemed to be desperately trying to say something, though the effort was futile. Our hostess chuckled and said the lovely prisoner must be feeling especially shamed, with people ogling and touching her. "She wants it but still feels humiliated when it happens." I was getting more comfortable with the situation and let my fingers trail over that leather hood, stopping on the artificial lips, and pressing down while I made a kissing sound. Molly was amused. She squeezed my upper arm and said, "How creative. I wonder what else you could do to her. Or suggest for me to do." I said something vague about Bert and she sighed, "He was always such a stick in the mud. I honestly think we won't go on as man and wife. Our relationship will be different from now on." She was still holding my arm and moved closer, so that her sizable breast touched my firm bicep. I could feel the warm globe rise and fall as she took several deep breaths. Okay, the signals were too much to miss. I put my hand over hers and looked into her eyes. The leather/rubber girl whimpered. I peered at the mask, at the dark eye covers, thinking about how much a submissive like that must be getting turned on by all this. And humiliated. I gave those covered eyes a wink as Molly lightly stroked my neck. I was dressed as a dungeon keeper, in just leather shorts and sandals, along with a leather vest. I wanted to show off what a solid year at the gym had wrought. Molly plainly noticed because her hands drifted to my sculpted chest and abs. I put an arm around her and leaned closer. She closed her eyes and tilted back her head, lips parting slightly. Well, Bert had more or less abandoned her on his foolish quest, so I kissed her, long and hard. The slave alongside us made a strangled sound deep in her throat. I glanced over Molly's shoulder and patted the mute one's cheek consolingly. Maybe the captive just wanted to have all of my attention. We finally stepped back from each other, Molly and I, exchanging grins that said we weren't going to stop with just that one kiss. She took a short lead that had been clipped to her belt and attached it to a D ring on the front of the slave's posture collar. Molly started to walk and the other female had to follow, tottering on those extreme heels. I peeked and, sure enough, her bottom did have a little bounce to it. Her breasts moved tantalizingly. As we passed people, all in costumes themed to our kinky group's tastes, everyone took advantage of the captive, handling her openly, whispering lewd suggestions into her ears, rubbing themselves up against her. One woman took an ice cube from her drink and used it to further arouse those exposed nipples, bringing them to even greater firmness. The recipient made a rising and falling sound, sort of a purr, while she squirmed her hips and thrust out her bust. Maybe she wanted even MORE touching and toying. If she wasn't careful she would become completely addicted to it. If she wasn't already. The members of our group were a varied lot. There were Doms like Molly and myself, their subs, some gender benders, and several who didn't fit into any simple category. We had access to all sorts of costumes and playtoys, along with more esoteric goodies, like substances that could change a person's body in radical ways, make their face over, and give us the ability to affect their mind. Molly discussed some of those latter items with the others while I listened with interest. She described scenarios that were scary even to me, mentioning options like permanent make-up and voice altering. There could also be female breasts on men and the option to make those grow huge, which she called 'supermammarism'. A gorgeous Black woman named Ayesha stroked the slave's hood and kissed her painted mouth, licked the undersides of her breasts and fingered her covered crotch. Shortly after that a short wiry guy with a neat goatee amused himself by checking her corset laces and arm binder, keeping up a running commentary on how he would like to use a straightjacket or bondage skirt on her. Next was a pair of butch women who spoke to her, one at each ear, simultaneously describing the mistreatments they would each inflict on her if she was theirs, and how completely she would become their body slave. By the time we had touched base with everyone, the captive was taking deep breaths, making her oh-so-touchable breasts lift and fall in slow motion. Molly put her face between them and nuzzled her chest. Then she moved so she could suck on one responsive nipple. She offered me the other and, as turned on as I had been getting, I couldn't resist. All at once I was mouthing the tender morsel, loving the feel of it between my lips, getting excited by how she responded when I flicked it with the tip of my tongue. The bound girl was vocalizing continuously, alternating sounds of pleasure with those of distress. I reached down and cupped her feminine center in my hand, rhythmically applying pressure and releasing it. That rubber- covered mound really was plump. She wriggled even more fervently, pushing her crotch forward with urgency, desperate for more handling, even though it shamed her. I teasingly continued while Molly moved back to get a better look. She gave me an approving smile and came close to give me a soulful probing kiss. It was incredible to have those two women involved with me at the same time, in such sharply contrasting roles. Molly breathed sensuously and said in a bedroom voice, "The more you work on her, the better I'm going to work on you... when we get to my bedroom." Not wanting to disappoint her, and convinced that our sexy sub just wanted to have perverse fun at her own expense, I ran my hands up and down the arm-bound figure, applying pressure to every part of the torture-corset, gently tugging her unprotected nipples and then... after I checked to see that everyone was watching... taking the riding crop from my belt with a theatrical flourish. Several onlookers clapped. Others made positive comments. I squared my shoulders and put on a stern expression. Molly's eyes glinted as I swished the instrument through the air so that the one who would soon be on the receiving end of it could hear the movement. Then I intoned, a bit hammily, "For the crime of exposing yourself in front of all these mild-mannered, innocent people, I sentence you to... have that well-padded ass decoratively striped." That got a few laughs but they subsided quickly as everyone craned forward for the main event. The slave stiffened. It was hard, if not impossible, to read her body language, trussed the way she was. Not that it mattered. With Molly watching more avidly than any of the others, I raised the crop and paused. Then I swung, bringing it down and sideways, so that it landed hard on both of those tempting hemispheres at once, eliciting a sharp though mostly stifled yelp from under the hood. I continued unhurriedly, stealing glimpses of the woman I was soon to bed, observing how her passion rose visibly. Two dozen strokes fell, making the slave dance from foot to foot while her jugs jounced and her bottom bounced. I stopped all at once. The room was hushed. And then conversation resumed, slowly but gradually picking up. Molly got alongside me and said, "I hope you don't mind if I walk this suffering sweetie into the bedroom with us. I want her to see everything. To see what she isn't allowed to do. Won't that be entertaining... for us?" I smiled and nodded. "And you're sure that Bert... er..." "Don't worry about my dear husband. In fact, he'll be getting so spiritual that I think he'll want to sign all of his material possessions over to me. While he moves on to a different plane." She looked meaningfully at the slave and said, "Bert won't have a penny to his name after he signs the necessary papers." I took her hand and we moved toward the bedroom. She had taken hold of the masked figure's lead and was pulling her along with us. Once we were behind the closed door we kissed hotly and began removing each others' clothes. The slave could only stand and watch, occasionally making small sad sounds. A sense of power was building up inside me. I took her lead and tugged it, forcing her to bend forward, making her moan, and tied it to the footboard to keep her in that position. She had a perfect view of the mattress. Soon Molly and I were directly in her line of sight, enjoying ourselves. Bert's wife asked me to put my leather vest back on and I did, after which she stroked it and inhaled the distinctive scent of its material. Our passions were inflamed and she laid back, I knelt over her, my hands on either side of her head, and she wrapped her shapely legs around my waist. We began moving together in a slow rhythm, breathing audibly, her hands gripping my upper arms. It went on for quite some time, with the helpless watcher seeing everything. The two of us finished together, loudly, violently, and then clung to each other as we rolled onto our sides. At last we parted and lay side by side. Eventually Molly said, "The slave's new owner was supposed to arrive before we came in here. Looks like we have some unclaimed property." I told her, "You should just keep her for yourself. I'd be glad to help with her... training." "That would be nice. Now that Bert is out of the picture, I could use a real man. It would be a good change for me to have someone who is my match. In bed. And as a Dom. So why don't we do that for a while and see how it works out. Just you me and our new possession. What should we call her?" I grinned toward those reflective surfaces through which we were being observed and said, "How about... Bertina?" ****** Sterling was extremely upset as he got out of the car. He told his wife Charity, "I understand that the theme of this Halloween party is role reversals, but did you have to make me look so... so... girly?" She eyed him up and down, admiring the job she had done. Atop his head was a wig of short golden curls. His soft face was made up with long artificial lashes and bright red, cupid's bow lips, along with circles of rouge on his cheeks. The dress she had put him into would look appropriate on a little girl, with its puffy shoulders, large buttons, belted waist, and short full skirt. So would the knee socks and square-toed, buckled shoes. Instead of responding to his complaint, she fussed with the peter pan collar and the ruffles at the ends of the short sleeves. Then she stepped back and asked him, "How do I look?" He said sourly, "Like a man." "Well, that IS the theme, as you said a moment ago." She had on a stylish suit and tie which she had borrowed from a guy who she had dated before she got married. He was her size and she owned a pair of black shoes that were kind of unisex. Her already short hair was pulled back and treated with some preparation to keep it close to her head. Her husband looked down at himself again and pouted, making him resemble exactly what he didn't want to look like. Charity allowed herself a secret smile and said, "Hey, maybe you'll win a prize or something. I mean, shaving off your body hair and even wearing panties, that all makes it more convincing." He said sulkily, "Well, let's get it over with. I hope the other husbands all look as silly as I do. That would at least take SOME of the sting out of it." He followed her to the door and she rang the bell. One of the wives let them in. She was dressed as Cleopatra. Sterling didn't understand why she wasn't in male drag. She led them to the recreation room where everyone was already gathered and he was stricken by what he saw. The two other wives were costumed as a harem girl and a female doctor. But the biggest shock was that none of the husbands were clothed as women. They were a lumberjack, policeman and cowboy, all VERY masculine. Sterling turned to his wife, who gave their hostess, Tina, a smile and said, "Did you change the theme? Last I heard we were gender swapping." Tina smiled back and explained, "Our husbands are all so tall and broad shouldered that we were having trouble finding anything for them. Sorry I forgot to mention the switch in plans." "No problem, hon. I had fun playing dress-up with my hubby." "He really DOES look cute. Especially since he's short and slender." There were murmurs of agreement from the others, followed by suppressed laughter from the men. Sterling blushed furiously and wanted to run back outside to the car. Except that his wife had the keys. In fact, he wasn't carrying anything personal, as he had no pockets. That made him feel powerless and added to his sense of identity loss. "Anyway," Tina said cheerily, "can I get you two something to drink?" "I'll have a glass of wine," Charity said. "White, please. And Sterling will just have a soda. He doesn't handle alcohol well." One of the husband's took a swallow from his can of beer and then gave a loud satisfied sigh. Everyone got the message that HE had no difficulty with drinks. The other two followed suit. Sterling smoothed down his skirt and put his knees together, feeling excruciatingly humiliated. Their host, Chuck, smirked at him and said, "With that look, maybe we shouldn't call you Sterling. How about... Shirley?" The man in a dress was so flustered that he couldn't answer back, so Chuck concluded, "Shirley it is." One of the other men said, "Hey, Shirley, would you scoot to the kitchen and get me a fresh beer?" And Tina added, "Oh, and there's a bowl of chips on the counter, if you could grab those too, honey." Feeling about two inches tall, Sterling hurried to fetch the desired items. His wife was talking to Tina and as he left he heard her mention that he was even wearing panties, which provoked gales of laughter from everyone. When he returned, beer and chips in hand, they were all socializing happily, commenting on how attractive everyone's costume made them look. Naturally, they didn't include Sterling in that description. He meekly delivered what he had gone for and stood there feeling awkward. Another of the men ordered him to get him a beer. As Sterling started to leave, Tina said merrily, "You know, Shirley, if you insist on dressing like a girl, you should walk like one too. Let's see some swish in your step, sweetheart." He started to protest but his wife cut him off, saying, "And use a feminine voice. You know," she lied, "like you do at home when you're dressed pretty." He didn't want the others believing that was something he normally did, but he also wasn't ready to stand up against his wife and, possibly, all of them at once. Maybe he could get Charity alone at some point and convince her to tell them that it had all been a joke. For the moment, however, he said softly, "Yes, Tina. Yes, Charity." Then he went toward the kitchen, swaying his hips and holding his arms out slightly from his sides, wrists limp. The women tittered and the men let out horselaughs. Sterling knew they were all staring at him; his back tingled. This time when he reappeared, they were talking eagerly about swapping partners. His heart dropped to his feet (and those juvenile shoes that encased them). His wife was standing apart from the others, sipping her wine. He handed over the beer and was rewarded with a sniggering, "Thanks, Cute Stuff." He moved closer to his bride, remembering to maintain his wiggling walk, and sidled up to her. Trying not to attract attention he said, in an urgent hissing whisper, "I can't be involved in anything sexual. Remember? You put like seven layers of tape over my... genitals." She chuckled and said loudly to the room, "Hey, everybody. Shirley just reminded me of something. I taped down her boy parts. So she can't use her dick to penetrate whichever of you ladies is lucky enough to get her. That shouldn't be too much of a disappointment though," she went on gaily as he stood there listening in horror, "because his pecker is about the size of my index finger. Or maybe my pinky." That triggered more laughter. "But I've trained him to be extra attentive to my pussy with his sissy mouth. And because I almost never let him cum, he's always horny and his sex drive is redirected to satisfying me. Or tonight, whichever lady gets him." The females clapped appreciatively and the men sneered at Sterling and shook their heads in disapproval of his weakness. There's something intrinsic to men's thinking that makes them despise any male who forfeits his place in the gender hierarchy. Sterling had sunk, in their estimation, to the lowest tier of male status, and he knew they would never respect him, especially since it was obvious Charity would never try to pass off any of this as a joke. Not now. Already they were resuming their previous conversation, making plans to switch partners. Tina said, "Remember, we have two big bedrooms, a small guest room, and," she concluded, pointing to where several of them were sitting, "that couch folds out into a bed." Suddenly all of them except Sterling were looking at each other lasciviously. Sterling felt queasy. He fingered the oversized buttons on the front of his dress, at the same time nibbling his lower lip. Charity went to Chuck and said, "If nobody minds, I'd like to pair off with this tall, hunky, blue-eyed specimen of manliness." Tina said, "You can have him but be warned, what he's got between his legs should be licensed as a deadly weapon." All the others drifted toward potential partners and began chatting. Everyone except a woman named Desiree. She was tall and confident, with a modest figure and patrician face. Her blond hair was pulled up into a bun. The costume she wore was a white medical coat, along with a stethoscope, all of which gave her an air of authority. Taller than Sterling, she had to look down on him, which under the circumstances seemed appropriate. Desiree said to Charity, "I'll have to give Shirley a full exam to try to determine what makes her tick. Maybe if I get her really aroused and then make her worship my body, it will tell us something about her psychological profile. After that I can recommend a course of treatment." Her flippant attitude toward Sterling's predicament scared him. Didn't she have any pity for a man who was so obviously an unwilling pawn of his wife? Couldn't she see that he had been set up and couldn't escape the fix into which he had been put? Or was Desiree -- were all of them -- part of a conspiracy against him? Before he could think further, she had taken him by the arm and was saying, "All right, Shirley. Let's take you to the examination room." She glanced at Tina and said, "By which I mean the bedroom next to yours." "Good," said their hostess. "Maybe I'll be able to hear you enjoying his tongue." She linked arms with the guy dressed as a cowboy. She put her hand on his oversized belt buckle, which had the letter T on it, and said, "I suppose that initial stands for Tom but as far as I'm concerned, it means Tool Man, which is what you should be called because --" Her hand went to his crotch -- "you've got such a big tool." Desiree got a firm grip on Sterling's small bicep and marched him out of the recreation room, up the stairs of the split-level home, and down the hall to a door. On the other side was a large bedroom. She let go of him and stepped back, deciding out loud, "I want to keep you in that pretty outfit. We can pretend I'm a lesbian and you're my little girlfriend." Desiree locked eyes with him and said, "Want to eat my pussy, sweetheart? Want to get your pouty mouth between my legs? Like to slip your pink tongue between my pink lips? Hmm? I'm waiting for your answer." Sterling hugged himself and tried to speak. He didn't want to anger her, to give her an excuse to perhaps punish him. In his girlish voice he said, "Yes, Desiree. I want to be your... lesbian lover... and get my mouth... my hungry mouth... on your pussy. Your warm, wet, delicious pussy." He hoped those imaginative words would please her. She grinned wolfishly and ordered, "Undress me." With shaking hands he began. Her dirty talk had gotten him excited but his penis was trapped under all that tape. His dick might be small but even so, as it tried unsuccessfully to erect, as it pressed against his undersized balls, it hurt like it was full size and then some. He whimpered and she understood why. Gleefully, Desiree made lewd suggestions into his ear, stroked his face with her smooth fingers, and even put her firm thigh between his legs to rub it against his pantied and taped crotch. He squirmed and moaned. She was getting hotter and hotter from being cruel to him. As her clothes came off the cycle of overexciting him and becoming overaroused herself accelerated. Soon she was naked except for the rather practical looking and yet somehow sexy shoes she had selected to complete her costume, along with white clinical stockings. The shoes were black, with square toes and two inch block heels. Though that was all she now wore, somehow it allowed her to retain her complete image of authoritarian. Desiree put a finger under Sterling's chin and tilted his head back, so that he was gazing up at her in awe, fear and frustration. She liked the way that combination of emotions remade his face. "For starters," she told him, "you are going to sink down to your knees, very slowly, kissing me as you go. Then I will set my feet well apart and you can kiss my pussy on the outside for a bit, to get me heated up to the max. After that I'm going to lie on the bed on my back and you can begin eating me. We'll find out if you're as good as Charity says. After all, she'll be enjoying a long, thick, hard cock, so it's only right that you should perform fantastically for me, so I can get as much pleasure as she's receiving while that huge piece of meat drives into her and then slides out, again and again, making her feel like she's being pinned to the bed, making her want it to go on endlessly, getting her addicted to big cocks, so that she'll never again even think about letting you put your miserable little sprout into her. No, she'll relegate you to licking her between the legs -- forever. Poor Shirley with the tiny dick. Now get busy." Shaken by what she had just described, and knowing it was probably going to all be true, he began lowering himself, pressing his lipsticked mouth to her bare breasts, her flat abdomen, the gentle rise of her smooth hairless mound. He felt so strange to be doing that to someone other than his wife. It added to his already deep shame. He proceeded to flick at her sleek nether lips with the tip of his tongue. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before moving her feet far from each other, making her slit open slightly, which allowed him to lick it's interior and then insert his active tongue deeper. She tasted slightly different than his wife down there. He pressed his face against her, letting her juices accumulate on his tongue before retracting it all the way to rub it against the roof of his mouth. She placed her hands on the back of his wigged head to keep him where he was. The feminized husband kept envisioning his wife under her lover-for-the- night, with his exceptional cock entering her for the first time, before it began giving her satisfaction that Sterling wasn't equipped to provide. She would writhe and move her legs and maybe talk while he screwed her. If she spoke, what would she say? How would Chuck respond? Would they kiss? Did he have his cock in her pussy and his tongue in her mouth right now, while Sterling slavishly lapped at a juicy pussy that he would never be allowed to penetrate? He shuddered at those thoughts but didn't slow his efforts. Desiree moved her hands lower. She ground her sex against his mouth and dug her fingernails into the sides of his neck. All at once she let go and moved back, leaving him to nearly fall on his face. He gaped up at her, not understanding, but she simply wanted to move onto the bed, which she did with him scrambling to catch up to her. Sterling resumed his oral activity, alternating licks with kisses to prolong her pleasure. She liked that and settled into his rhythm. Charity really had trained him well in that art. He kept Desiree riding waves of pleasure until he sensed she was ready, when he increased the tempo of his tongue, then sucked her clitoris. She was launched into a hip-jerking orgasm, which he managed to keep going until she was hollering out loud. At last she peaked and started to come down. He used his mouth more gently to ease her from climax to afterglow. Sterling felt a perverse pride in his accomplishment. At least he could do that much for a woman. Eventually she put her legs over the side of the bed and said, "Let's go, Shirley. I want to report to the others about you. Plus, you'll get to hear how much fun your wife had with Chuck and his monster cock." She left the room, still in only her shoes and stockings, and he rushed after her, glad that, even though he was so shamefully dressed, at least he was covered. Sterling could never have the confidence to walk among others without a stitch of clothing on him, not with his soft body and ridiculously small genitals. They went to the next room and Desiree rapped on the doorframe. She said, "Are you two decent in there?" Tina responded, "Definitely not. Come on in." She and Tom were alongside each other, looking spent and contented, the crumpled sheets down at the foot of the bed, the couple's naked forms on display. Sterling was painfully aware that Tom's penis, even flaccid, was still larger than his when it was hard. Desiree sat on the edge of the bed while Sterling stood by uncomfortably in his sissy attire. Desiree described his performance in detail before she said goodbye. They went to find Charity and her partner, who turned out to be in the guest bedroom. Chuck was lying there looking smugly pleased with himself and Charity was snuggled up against his side, stroking his six-pack abs, her hand occasionally straying down to caress his limp cock which was even larger than Tom's in the same state. Charity turned her head far enough to see her spouse and give him a broad wink. She said, "I hope you two had as much fun as we did." Desiree told her, "I know I did. I have NEVER had my snatch eaten like that. Whew." Charity said, "Well I have never been so thoroughly pumped. Ever." The women chatted and Sterling's worst fears were realized, as Desiree brought up the predictions she had made and the other female acknowledged that they had all come true. She had become a size queen and would never be interested in her husband's tiny tiddle again. They laughed at that revelation. Sterling frowned. In his dress and wig, drying pussy fluids on his lower face, he appeared even more foolish than before. Charity said, "Looks like Shirley rubbed off all of her lipstick on your pussy, babe. I think there's some on the dresser over there, if you don't mind giving her a touch-up." Desiree didn't mind at all. In fact, she was tickled to do it. The lipstick, unfortunately for Sterling, was called Mad Mulberry. It was, as its name suggested, a dark purplish red. She applied it generously and found some lip liner so she could make his mouth appear even larger, filling out the new dimensions with more of the loud color. When he viewed himself in the mirror he started to sniffle and whimper. He still had the look of a silly girl, but with a woman's slutty mouth. "You know," Desiree said, "we shouldn't let this be just a one time event. We should do it every other week or thereabouts. Without the costumes, of course." Charity amended that with, "Except for my Shirley. She wouldn't be happy unless she could wear something frou- frou from the wardrobe I'm going to start building for her." Oh no, Sterling thought. I couldn't endure that. But he had no choice. Desiree went on, "I'm sure that all of the girls will want to feel his tongue all over their twats." "Agreed," said Charity. "It wouldn't be fair to them to stop now. And it wouldn't be fair to me to stop before I get to sample the other two cocks that are waiting for me. So yes, I'm in favor of making these get- togethers regular. Chuck finally spoke, saying, "Me, too. We can have Shirley do all the snacks and everything. Maybe put her into a maid's uniform one time, make her a harem girl the next, or go with a retro look, all micro-skirt and tiny top." "And mod jewelry," Desiree offered. "Sounds terrific," Charity said. "We can hit the thrift shops. And make sure the salesgirls know who all those clothes are for." "If you don't mind," Desiree went on, "I could take him to the mall, to that lingerie specialty shop, and pick out some hot bedroom items for him. I can even use Sterling's charge card to pay for Shirley's intimates." More laughs at the defeated husband's expense. When they gave him a questioning look he had the sense to say, in his best Shirley voice, "That would be fine. I'd really like to have all those nice things to wear. Thank you Desiree. And thank you, Charity." His wife wanted to know, "Aren't you going to thank Chuck? For what he did for me?" Swallowing the dregs of his pride, Sterling, once a proud male and now a disgraced, half-sexed wussy, said to Chuck, "Thank you, Sir, for giving my wife the kind of lovemaking she could never get from me, with my miniature dick and weakling body. I hope you, and the other guys, will do that for her whenever we all get together." Chuck grinned and assured Sterling, "It will be our pleasure, you wimpy sissy loser." And the unmanned husband knew it was all too true. ****** (Please check out my collaboration with C.C., titled YOU BET. I bet you'll enjoy it.)