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(Hello everyone, so this is a short story I wanted to do inspired by one
of the artworks, Outfit Design 133 of the fantastic HinaYui on
DeviantArt. If you don't follow her already make sure to do so now, I can
vouch that it is worth it. I have been a long-time fan of her art.
Also welcome back everyone. I have been traveling a lot this past month
and it has been awesome. It is the reason why I haven't been able to
publish any updates, but I am still working on my stories. I hope I will
be able to publish a next part for my stories sometime soon. Thank you
for sticking with me.)
Derrick had always been a somewhat slender small boy. It was something
that had made him very self-conscious all his life and a firm defender of
everything masculine. After all it was one of his only ways to compensate
for his small physic. The fact that he tried rocking a surfer look,
wearing his dirty blonde hair at shoulder length didn't do him any
favours either. If anything, it made him look slightly girlish,
especially paired with the deep blue eyes he had inherited from his
mother.
Things went horribly wrong for Derrick however when he decided to defend
the glass ceiling in his college sociology class. The whole class
including the teacher were shocked that even in the current day there
were still guys, of his age defending this horrid age-old stance.
Especially when he exclaimed, "Well isn't it just pure logic that a guy
should earn more than a girl for the same job? After all they might have
the same job, but guys are stronger and thus do way more work."
The argument was instantly heavily countered as for the remainder of the
class a heated discussion took place. Derrick however remained with his
first statement despite all the good arguments being thrown his way.
In the end the teacher had a hard time calming down the room when the
class was over. Slowly the classroom emptied, groups of students were
still heavily discussing as they parted ways. Derrick felt quite self-
satisfied that he had shown this group of "hardcore feminists" as he
liked to think about them, the truth.
Smugly he walked off towards his dorm room until he was suddenly scooped
up by a group of 5 girls. Two of them hooked an arm into one of his while
the rest surrounded him. "Hey, what are you doing? Let go off me you
crazy bitches!" Derrick screamed instantly.
"What's the matter? Can't a strong guy like you just shrug off these weak
girls?" a punk girl with a blue pixie cut, half a head taller than him
mocked.
"Well of course he can, I think he is just afraid that he would snap us
weak girls in two if he tried to push us away," a cute redhead about his
height joked from behind. With that the whole group of girls erupted with
laughter as they carried the kicking and struggling boy away into one of
the dorms.
Once inside Derrick got tackled to the floor of a messy dorm instantly a
gorgeous blonde sat down on his chest knocking the air right out of his
lungs. A brown-haired girl and a tall raven-haired girl that had been
holding him quickly joined her sitting on an arm each.
The blonde addressed the punk girl and the redhead. "Go grab the stuff we
agreed upon while we prepare this pig here for his adventure," she said
in a commanding tone after which the two girls took off.
"Stuff? Adventure? What the fuck are you crazy bitches planning? Let me
go!" Derrick screamed.
"Oh shut it, we have heard more than enough out of that stupid
misogynistic mouth of yours. Luckily I have just the thing to shut up a
guy like you," the blond said taking a big pink ball gag that was laying
around on the floor. With a big smile she shoved it between Derrick's
lips stretching his jaw widely before strapping it tightly behind his
head. It reduced his complaints to some quiet incomprehensive mumbling.
"What? I had a boyfriend who was into this stuff. You should be grateful
that we can work in peace now," the blond added as she saw her friends
look at her with amused smirks.
Now that the ball gag was tightly secured the blond took a pair of
scissors and started to work cutting off Derrick's T-shirt, pants, boxers
and taking off his shoes and socks. "Oh my god, it's so small. I wonder
if mister bigshot here is also getting payed less." The raven-haired girl
instantly giggled upon seeing Derrick's tiny cock that shrivelled up even
more under the embarrassing taunts.
"Oh, poor thing, you are scaring it," the brunet laughed.
"Anyways girls, let's get mister pinkie dick here ready, shall we?" the
blond interrupted the joking. She got off Derrick's chest and
disappeared in another room only to come back with a bundle of
rectangular strips. Derrick couldn't help but be confused.
The girls quickly helped solve his confusion as they shared the strips
among themselves. Each in turn they pulled another protective strip off
and smoothed the now sticky strips over Derricks body. It wasn't until
the girls counted down and pulled every strip from his body at the same
time that he fully realised what they were. They were ready to use waxing
strips.
With renewed vigour he started screaming and kicking around, trying to
knock the three girls off of him. The strips hurt beyond believe, but the
girls weren't phased at all. They just kept applying strip after strip as
they laughed at his futile attempts to get away.
After a painful 10 minutes Derricks whole body was completely smooth.
Tears were streaming down his face as his skin looked red and sensitive.
He had never felt anything this painful in his whole life. "Aaaw, can't
handle the pain us weak girls put up with every six weeks?" the blond on
top of his chest mocked.
"Don't worry though, you won't have to worry about all that nasty hair
for at least a month. You're all smooth and soft now," the raven-haired
girl giggled.
Just as they were done the punk girl and the redhead returned each
carrying a bag. "Aaah, just in time, the little pig here is all ready for
his makeover. Let's start with getting this pathetic excuse of a cock out
of the way, shall we?" the blond asked.
With a wide smirk the punk girl came over to him an pulled a hot pink
metal thing out of her bag. Derrick couldn't really tell what it was, but
he had a bad feeling about this. "This here is a cock cage, the girl at
the sex shop assured me that it is impossible to get out off without the
key, so it is perfect for you don't you think?" she said in an amused
tone.
Derrick couldn't believe what he was hearing, the implications of such a
device were huge, especially to Derrick who was used to masturbating at
least once a day. Once again, he tried struggling away, but the punk girl
quickly took his balls in her hands and squeezed them painfully as a
warning.
"There there, stay still now or I will have to hurt you again. Unless of
course you are into that," she smirked. The pain in his balls had been
very intense as he had howled it out in his gag. It was more than enough
to convince him to stay still.
Still smiling the goth girl slowly let go of his balls. She then
proceeded to wrap a tight ring around the base of his cock, behind his
balls. It was quickly connected with two metal bars to a connector piece
and eventually three bars to the tight tiny metal thing she forced over
his limp cock. The device was then locked in place using a delicate
silver heart shaped padlock.
"The girl at the sexshop was even so kind to show me another interesting
device they had. It's very new and only just a prototype, but as soon as
I told her your story, she was more than happy to give it along," The
punk girl explained pulling out what looked like a silver egg with a
metal bar and a heart shaped pink bottom with a soft pink crystal.
Derrick looked terrified, he recognised that device all too well from
some of the porn he had watched. He didn't like where this was going at
all, literally. "Mmmmmphm!" he tried to protest through the gag.
It just made the girls laugh. "What was that? You want it right now
without lube. Well that's going to be painful, but if that is what you
really want then I can arrange that," the punk girl said to Derrick who
was now vigorously shaking his head.
She placed the smooth metal tip of the plug against his ass and slowly
counted down from three before smacking her palm hard against the heart
shaped crystal in the bottom, driving the smooth metal plug in in one go.
Tears sprung to Derrick's eyes as he howled into the gag once again.
"Now, I know what you are thinking, what's so special about a butt plug?
Well, this!" the punk girl exclaimed turning the heart shaped crystal 180
degrees. Derrick instantly felt the plug in his butt widen making it even
more uncomfortable after the pain of the shove had gone away.
"The plug is made out of three compartments coming together at the top.
With a twist of the heart they flare out making it Impossible to remove
without the key to make them move in again. It's also hollow with a metal
ball in the centre. It has no batteries or anything, but every step will
make the ball hit the walls making the plug vibrate nonetheless," the
punk girl explained to the amused girls and the horrified Derrick.
"That's awesome, but let's not forget our mission. It's time for the
make-over!" the blond explained to which they started carrying Derrick to
the bathroom. To his shock he could indeed feel the ball tick with every
step, sending a vibration right to his prostate. It wasn't an unpleasant
feeling, it just felt weird.
Once in the bathroom the girls forced Derrick's head over the edge of the
tub. They washed his hair with a sweet-smelling strawberry shampoo before
putting some paste in and waiting a few minutes. As they rinsed his hair
out again it had become a deep blue colour. Just like that of the punk
girl.
They Dried his now blue shoulder length hair and brushed it before
weaving in extensions to make it fall down to his mid back. Having
completely brushed it out the brunet took a pair of scissors and trimmed
his hair into straight bangs just above his brows.
With his hair done they moved to his outfit. The redhead promptly emptied
her back spilling the overtly pink contents. She had always loved the
Lolita style and it's extreme girliness. She often dressed up in that
style for conventions, but now the outfit would serve an even better
purpose. Teaching Derrick a lesson.
Up first was a pair of white tights that had soft pink hearts all over
them. The girls quickly rolled the legs up and pulled them up Derrick's
legs, making the waistband sit snugly above his hips. Up next was a pair
of panties. They were a soft pink with a pink bow in front and ruffles
all around. The girls added a pair of white and black striped knee-high
socks to his legs and a pair of soft pink 5-inch block heels. The heels
had a pink bow on their toes and an ankle strap which the promptly locked
with two more silver heart shaped padlocks.
Derrick was horrified seeing how his legs had just been transformed to
the girliest legs he had ever seen. No normal girl would ever wear
something like this in his mind. The girls were all but finished however.
Only just done with his underwear they started on the rest of the outfit.
A soft pink petticoat was pulled up his belly button, quickly followed
with a pink skirt which they looped a soft pink belt through that had a
big bow with a heart in the middle sitting on his left hip. The belt was
also locked in place to ensure he couldn't take off his skirt. The skirt
and petticoat barely covered his panties if he was standing straight up
and would surely flash them with every step he took.
For his top they pulled a soft pink long sleeved crop top reaching just
under his chest as a bottom layer before adding a pink short sleeved crop
top with two black Japanese letters on the chest. "They say girl power.
Suiting don't you think?" the redhead asked with a smirk.
To finish his look the girls added a pink choker collar that had heart
sitting in the centre of his neck. The collar was locked in place as
well. Now all that remained was the last touches to his hair and of
course some make-up.
His hair they tied off into two big fluffy pigtails high on top of his
head. They used simple soft pink elastic bands in order not to take away
from the centre piece. The big pink bow they fastened in the middle of
his head.
A pair of long hot pink acrylic nails was glued on his fingertips before
the girls started on his makeup. Long fake lashes were added to his eyes.
They looked weird in his field of vision and felt very heavy. The girls
then proceeded to pluck his brows into tiny high arches before blending
an array of softer growing pink eyeshadow on his eyelids. A layer of hot
pink wet looking lip-gloss was added on his lips to finish the look.
"I think you won't need any blush, but I do have something else," the
blond said making all the girls laugh. Her something else was a soft pink
star which they glued on his right cheek bone and one big and one small
heart also in soft pink which were glued on his left cheekbone.
"There, all finished," the blond smirked as she removed the ball gag out
of Derrick's mouth. He remained silent. Too shocked to say a word.
The girls helped him up to his feet where he stood wobbly on the tall
slightly too small heels. "Everything is locked into place, the makeup
and glue used need a special solvent to be removed, without it they
should wear off in about a month. The only thing you can realistically
take off are the tops, the panties and your hair pieces, but I would
strongly advise you not to do that," the blond spoke as they escorted him
to the door.
"How long you spend like this is entirely up to you. We have a little box
that holds everything you need to unlock every piece as well as remove
the glue and make-up. This box will be hidden in a secure location, but
don't worry we have made up a sheet of clues to guide you there," the
blond said shoving a piece of paper into his hands.
With that they shoved him out of the door waving goodbye before locking
it behind him. Mortified Derrick stood there completely dressed up into
one of the girl dorm's hall ways where people could pass him by at any
moment. He wanted to do nothing but hide but given his outfit that would
be impossible. Looking for that box was the only thing he could really
do, but as he looked at the clue on his paper, he nearly fainted. It
would take him right across to the other side of the city.
What he didn't know however was that it only was a first of clues. Every
girl that had been in that fateful sociology class had received a clue.
They had been arranged as to maximize his walking distance, taking him
back and forth across the city to all the dormitories and apartments.
Before finally leading him to that fate full box.
He was still a long way off though as he started taking his first
frightened steps through the dorm's hall way. His steps were wobbly on
the high heels which clicked loudly with every step. The plug in his butt
send out a strong tick against his prostate with every step. The weird
sensation would slowly grow into pleasure over time.
Just like that he started the long walk towards what Unbeknownst to him
would be his second clue.
To be continued...?
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