Team Spirit

Team Spirit

by Janice Dreamer

The crowd was on its feet. This was the final game for the state championship. Madison High was favored by a narrow margin and it looked like they were going to pull it off. Eastern High's only hope was their All State quarterback, Josh Thomas. But even his magnificent passing ability might not get them the yardage they needed to score, especially since the Madison defenders had to know a pass was Eastern's only hope.

Josh glanced over at the sidelines to check the game clock. Five seconds remained in the game. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. They were trailing by 4. Coach had told them before the game that there were scouts from Notre Dame, Michigan, Texas, UCLA, and Florida State in the stands. Josh knew this was his big chance -- if he won this game he'd be getting offers from the best college football programs in the country and would be on the road to a Heisman trophy and a first round NFL draft pick; if he blew it, with his dismal grades he'd be lucky to land a job at the Jiffy Lube down the road.

His gaze traveled over the Eastern cheerleaders, trying to distract himself from the pressure he was under. He'd slept with most of them. They were bouncing and yelling in a frenzy just now; giving their all to inspire the team to one final, nearly impossible, score. His eyes lingered over the girl in the middle, Amy Hanson. He stared at her nice tight ass as she moved it in a sexy little figure eight. The way she worked her hips, shimmied her tits, and wiggled her butt made Josh lick his lips unconsciously. He felt his cock begin to throb pleasantly just thinking how he'd like to give her something to wriggle on.

``Hey Thomas! Wake up man!'' one of the linemen jabbed him playfully in the arm, breaking the trance. Josh shook his head throwing droplets of sweat from his hair. He pulled his helmet back on and hunched down into the huddle. He called the play, a pass, clapped his hands and broke the huddle.

His entire future was riding on the next five seconds. He felt like time had slowed to a crawl. He called the signals and took the snap, dropped back and scanned the field. The blocking from the front line was holding back the defenders, he had time. But each receiver he checked was covered. Nobody was open. Then a Madison defender broke through the line and came charging toward him. He pumped his arm and dodged to the right, evading the tackle. He looked downfield once more, feeling desperate now. Still nobody open. He sensed, rather than actually saw, the defensive player running toward him from the left. It was all coming unraveled.

``Fuck it!'' He tucked the ball in close to his body and broke into a run. He could hear the grunts from the Madison players right on his heels, but he didn't risk a glance back to see how close they were. He narrowly dodged a tackler who loomed up in his path and somehow found the energy to accelerate his pace, running on adrenaline and a will to win. He felt a rush of power come over him. It was like the time he'd tried coke -- he was invincible.

He saw the goal line coming closer and closer, he was almost there. But there were two defenders converging on his path. There was no time to dodge. He lowered his head, tucked the ball tighter into his stomach, and charged ahead with grim determination.

``Ooof!'' He felt the collision in every cell of his body as all the air rushed out of his lungs. Somehow he kept his footing and lunged ahead with his last ounce of strength. He saw the broad white line pass beneath him just as he felt himself falling. He hit the ground with a massive bone-jarring thud and slid for several feet before coming to a stop. His arms ached from clutching the ball and he couldn't breathe. He rolled over on his back and let go of the ball as he dimly heard the whistle blowing. He lay still for an eternity, gasping air. The crowd's roar was like a physical force.

TOUCHDOWN!'' the P.A. system was blaring, Josh Thomas with a seventy five yard run wins the game for Eastern High!''

``Great game, Josh!'' Ben Langston called over his shoulder on his way out of the locker room.

``Thanks Ben! See ya at the party!''

Josh was the last to leave the locker room. He was still in a daze from all the well-wishers congratulating him, pounding his back, shaking his hand. He grabbed his letter jacket off the hook in his locker and slammed the door closed, giving the combination lock a spin. He checked himself out in the mirror a final time. He liked what he saw, and knew the girls did too. He was six feet, three inches tall, muscular but not bulky, with a square jaw, deep blue eyes, and straight black hair neatly cut. His dates usually compared him to a taller, stronger, Tom Cruise. Satisfied with his appearance, he left the locker room and just stood for a moment, savoring the memory of his victory in the silence of the deserted gym.

He was walking toward the exit when the door to the girl's locker room swung open and there was Amy. Pretty as ever. Haughty as always. He'd asked her out a couple times earlier in the year but she always refused. Once she even turned down a date because she said she had to study -- what a lame excuse! She was just a stuck-up bitch who thought herself too good for a poor dumb jock like him. He could take his pick of any girl in school so why should he waste his time on one who didn't want him? But tonight was different. Tonight was magical, nothing was beyond his reach tonight. He made up his mind, he was going to have her.

Amy didn't notice Josh standing there watching her. She thought she was the only one left in the gym. She was in a foul mood from listening to the other cheerleaders chattering about the upcoming victory party. They'd all been gushing over that steroid case Josh Thomas. It was sickening to hear them speculating among themselves over who was going to spend the night with him -- she must be the only one who HADN'T had the dubious thrill of a Josh Thomas fucking.

She also knew about the college scouts who'd been watching tonight's game, and that only made her mood worse. After tonight Josh, who probably had a 1.5 GPA, , would get a full scholarship to any college he chose. That thought had been eating at her even while she made a spectacle of herself cheering for him to win. She HATED cheerleading, but the guidance counselor at school and all the college admission guidebooks said a person had to be 'well-rounded' to get into a top college. So she cast off her dignity, put on a pretty smile and gyrated out there just like the little airheads whose only thoughts were of clothes, partying, and snagging the best boyfriend. Not that she couldn't have any boy she wanted eating out of her palm. She was a very attractive girl, 5'10'' tall and willowy, with long straight brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a classically lovely face. In fact, she was pretty enough to be a model if she had wanted to, except that she despised the notion of becoming a brainless bimbo earning her living on looks alone. Her self respect just wouldn't permitpermit her to even consider that career path.

In fact, on many occasions she hated the way she looked and the way she seemed to affect men. They always seemed to notice her beauty and never take her seriously. This particularly irked her since she had a brilliant mind and excelled at subjects which were traditionally male dominated. Science and mathematics were her passion and she was determined to make a name for herself with her mind, not her body. But it was hard work. She'd organized her life around a carefully thought out campaign to get into the best college and eventually go on to get her doctorate and work in research. Her studies and the extra-curricular activities she'd chosen to make herself that mythical 'well-rounded student' left her no time for socializing so she ended up with no close friends and no sexual experience whatsoever. All of which was why she was so resentful of jocks like Josh Thomas who seemed to have life presented to them on a silver platter.

Lost in her daWith her mind preoccupied by her dark mood, she wasn't watching where she was going. She was fumbling in her purse for her car keys and so lost in thought about how unfair it was for a near moron like Josh to be so heavily recruited by colleges, that she nearly bumped into him. She noticed him at the last second and recoiled in fright. Her purse slipped from her handsHer purse slipped from her hands and the contents scattered across the floor.

Oh shit!'' she squeaked, You scared me!''

It's okay, Amy'' Josh made a little waving motion, It's me, Josh.''

``Yah, well look what you made do!'' she gestured angrily at the mess from her purse strewn across the floor.

He crouched down and started gathering up her things feeling angry at being talked to in that tone. Who did she think she was, tearing into him like that? It wasn't like he MADE her drop her stupid shit. His resentment increased as she just stood there, watching imperiously while he collected all the spilled junk.

Finally, he rose and held out a double handful of cosmetics, hair brush, and whatnot for her to put back in her purse. She accepted them without even a word of thanks and began cramming them back into her purse. Some game, eh?'' he grinned, hoping to salvage the situation. He glanced down her low cut top and was rewarded with a tantalizing glimpse of her firm round breasts. He felt his cock rising, straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans. He mentally crossed his fingers and decided to go for it -- now was as good a time as any. Ummm... There's this party? Y'know? Everybody's gonna be there. Wanna come?''

She looked up from rearranging her purse and stared at him in disdain. This was the final straw. She just completely blew up. ``With you? Big football hero. Mr. Studmuffin. Every girl in school just dying for your touch. God's gift. Yeah, right! Bad enough that every college in the country will be begging a D student to PLEASE accept a full scholarship while I'll have to work my butt off to pay tuition, now you want to rub my nose in it by having me as your trophy date. Maybe even fucking me so you can complete your cheerleader collection? But then you're a jock and I'm just the class valedictorian. Get a clue! How many times do I have to turn you down before you figure it out? I'm not going out with you! So go find one of your little sluts and leave me alone!''

He kept silent as she berated him, getting angrier with every word. Finally she finished talking and started to brush past him and he reached out and grabbed her arm.

``Bitch!''

``Get your hands off me you ape!'' she sneered, jerking her shoulder away from his grasp.

He made another grab for her and caught her blouse, pulling it hard. He had only meant to stop her from walking away, give himself a chance to respond to her tirade with a few insults of his own. But her blouse ripped open at the neckline, exposing most of the tops of her breasts. She just stared at him, gasping indignantly, too shocked to react for several breaths. He glanced down at her tits and grinned lewdly. When she noticed him leering at her chest she felt a hot blush of embarrassment spreading over her face, down her neck, and onto her breasts. Josh grinned even wider as her boobs took on a rosy glow.

She swung her arm as hard as she could, wanting with all her being to knock the smile off his face. But his athlete's reflexes were too fast for her. He brought his free arm up to block the intended slap, trapping her hand a foot from his cheek. His large hand, used to gripping a football, easily encircled her wrist in an unbreakable grip.

``Let me go, Asshole,'' she hissed in icy fury.

Josh tightened his hold on her arm. The elation over tonight's victory gave him a heady feeling of invulnerability. Looking down at the pretty girl helplessly struggling in his grasp made him feel powerful and aroused him enormously. His cock throbbed, hard as a rock.

``C'mon Amy. You're a cheerleader. You're supposed to INSPIRE me to perform. Show a little team spirit.''

Amy huddled in the locker-room sobbing softly to herself. She had already showered the blood off her crotch and thighs from her stolen virginity. But her vagina still stung from the memory of his cock savagely thrusting into her.

She considered going to the police but rejected that idea. The last thing Josh had said before he left to go to the victory celebration was that he knew a dozen people who'd swear Amy had begged him for sex if she tried to make any trouble for him. She thought he probably could get away with it too. Josh was the most popular guy in school. And she had no illusions about her own popularity, most everybody thought she was stuck-up and would probably secretly congratulate Josh for taking her down a peg.

She decided against the police for another reason. Even if Josh was wrong and people believed her, the worst that would happen to him would be a few years in jail. She didn't want justice served. She wanted Josh to SUFFER. She wanted to take everything away from him that he loved. She wanted to leave him with nothing, not even hope. And she wanted him to live with that for a long, long time.

No, she didn't want Josh Thomas dead, not at all. That was much too good for him.

Josh walked into the training camp meeting room with the attitude of a king making his entrance at court. The Dallas Wranglers were the most popular football team in America and Josh had been their most popular player for more years than he could remember. He scanned the room, nodding to old teammates, trying to fit names on the draft to new faces. The new recruits seemed younger every year. One rookie he recognized easily. Billy Joe Coleson. He was at the back of the room, slouched back in his chair with a look of smug confidence on his face. It wasn't any big secret that the Wranglers' first round draft pick was a quarterback -- and that Josh had spent almost half of last season on the injured list.

So far nothing was official. He knew he couldn't stay on top forever. At 39 years old he was already being written off by many sportswriters as over the hill. But Josh was determined to keep his job. He would just have to work harder, use his experience to prove to the world he could still do a better job than any kid fresh out of college. He refused to even consider retirement, football was his entire life. He was nobody if he couldn't be Josh Thomas, five-time Superbowl winning quarterback.

Retirement seemed like a death sentence to him. He just couldn't imagine life as a 'normal' person. His life had been a string of fast cars, willing women, and extravagant spending. But for all his lovers, he had no wife or family he could rely on to stand by him if he left football. No woman could put up for very long with his blatantly unapologetic infidelities and non-stop partying with his buddies. Josh thought of women as things put on earth for his amusement -- if he pissed one off, there was always another waiting in line.

Somewhere deep in his heart he knew that if his football career ended he'd soon piss away his good looks and his health because of the profligate lifestyle he led when not in training. He had no illusions that he could go into broadcasting or business, he just wasn't articulate or smart enough. Out of the limelight and with nothing left to do but pursue his wild lifestyle, he'd soon become one of those fat old rich guys who only got women because of their money. Women weren't interested in a has-been unless he could buy them things. But despite his age he still had talent, and he knew he still had a few years at the top. There was no way he was going to be forced into retirement by Billy Joe Coleson or any other rookie.

Coach Turner strutted in and everybody took their seats. This was the very first team meeting of the new season and he always liked to establish his authority early, putting the cocky young rookies in their places and squashing any show of rebellion from veterans who might have ideas about contract negotiations. He was followed by his assistant coaches, team trainers and coaching staff. The last person to enter the room caused a stir among the players, she was a new face among the support people and extremely attractive. There was a chorus of appreciative whistles and muttered sexual suggestions.

Okay you guys, cut the chatter.'' Turner growled, and seemed satisfied with the respectful silence that descended over the room. Since you've already noticed we have a new member of the staff, allow me to introduce Dr. Hanson. She's accepted the position of Sports Medicine Consultant to the organization. She's been given full authority by the management. You do what she says or you don't play, it's as simple as that. We're lucky to have her -- she's a Nobel Laureate, the very best there is. You've all been scheduled for appointments with her, check on the board after the meeting for your day and time. Now, on to other things.''

Turner talked for almost an hour, laying down the law. Josh listened distractedly, he'd heard it all before. He idly wondered what the hell a 'Nobel Laureate' was, and what she'd feel like wrapped around his cock. Sports medicine had improved rapidly during his career -- without some of the new technology he would never have been able to continue playing as long as he had already. Maybe this sexy new consultant had some medical magic that would let him keep his edge. He decided to check it out as soon as possible, so when the meeting broke up, Josh made his way to the front for a personal introduction to the team's newest trainer.

Up close she looked vaguely familiar, but most beautiful women seemed alike to Josh. She had a very young and vibrant look to her, and seemed amazingly self-confident. Josh flashed her his sexiest smile and took her hand. ``Nice to meet you, Doctor. I'm Josh Thomas, starting quarterback.''

She smiled at him warmly and laughed lightly. ``Oh Josh! Don't be such a tease! We went to high school together, silly. I was a cheerleader. Don't tell me you don't remember the night of the big game? State championships against Madison? It's me, Amy Hanson!''

Josh looked confused for several seconds, before recognition dawned on his face. This woman would have to be as old as himself but she sure didn't look it. He thought he should remember her, but he couldn't be sure it was over twenty years since high school. He did remember the game she mentioned, that had cinched his scholarship to Notre Dame. He'd fucked one of the cheerleaders that night too that had been some hot sex! He remembered they'd been in some kind of a fight. She'd started out screaming mad at him for some reason but once they got down she'd really loved it. Was that Amy Hanson? He'd had so many women over the years that they all sort of blurred together in his memory. He'd fucked every single member of the cheerleading squad that year, so if she said she was a cheerleader then they must have done it. He grinned slyly, thinking of the possibilities. Maybe he could get a taste of the new team Doctor 'for old time's sake'. But he'd have to play it by ear not all his conquests of cheerleaders had ended amicably, some of them had acted downright nasty when he'd fucked them and then moved on.

``Amy! Of course I remember you!'' he lied, still trying to remember the details of their relationship together.

Well, I should hope so!'' she moved in closer and gave him a very friendly hug. We'll have to get together sometime and talk about old times.''

Just then she was called off by Turner and she gave Josh a parting smile before she turned and walked away. He didn't see how the smile changed to a look of triumph when her head was turned. She had pulled it off beautifully, so far. The groundwork for her revenge had been laid years before. She'd never gone to the police, or acted in any way resentful towards him throughout the remainder of their senior year. She never gave him reason to think she was plotting revenge. He was so sure of himself and his sexual prowess that he never suspected a thing. She'd followed his career as closely as possible over the years. She knew about his sexual antics. There'd probably been many other women who'd been raped or otherwise coerced into the great Josh Thomas's bed. He was definitely the type of man who really believed that 'no' from a woman meant she was just playing hard to get. Was he in for a surprise.

Josh awkwardly leaned over the examination table. His pants were around his ankles, hobbling him and making him feel more vulnerable than if he were completely nude.

Just be calm, Josh,'' Amy said sweetly, as she circled his wrists with straps and buckled them shut. This is a precaution so you won't flinch and injure yourself.''

She patted his cheek and went around to the other side of the table, talking as she fiddled with her instruments. ``Since this is your first visit I have to take some samples. You might have heard gossip in the locker-room about my muscle restorative technique. The entire team will be receiving treatments twice a week. The formula is tailored for your individual body chemistry. An old veteran like yourself, with many old injuries and aches and pains should notice some remarkable changes.''

Amy stood behind him. He cringed as he heard the SNAP! of a rubber glove being fitted onto her hand.

``Now just relax, Josh. You've probably done almost the same thing to dozens of women over the years,'' her voice had assumed a disdainful tone, dripping acid.

Involuntarily Josh rose onto tiptoes as her finger slid smoothly into his ass. He was mortified to realize that his cock had sprung to full erection at the embarrassing invasion. A moan escaped his lips.

Sliding her finger slowly in and out of his anus, she reached round with her other hand and grasped his cock. He felt the cool smoothness of her latex encased fingers gently sliding along his shaft. He felt totally helpless, a feeling which was alien to him. Surely this wasn't part of the physical examination?

My! You're so tense, Stud,'' Amy breathed into his ear as she continued to pump his ass and stroke his throbbing hard-on. How's it feel to be fucked, Football Hero?''

Her tone had taken on a malevolence that worried Josh. Was she into some weird kinky shit? He had to keep calm, not give her the satisfaction of seeing his fear. But he swore to himself once she let him loose he'd be damned if she'd lay hands on him again. She can just forget about giving him any of her treatments!

Josh didn't see Amy's face as she stood behind him working his cock and ass. If he had he might have asked Turner to trade him rather than continue playing for the same team that she worked for. She felt a sense of triumph as she heard Josh groan. When his body shuddered and his cock spasmed in orgasm she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Her revenge was ready to begin.

Josh shifted uncomfortably. He nervously folded and unfolded a slip of paper. In bold type was written ``Notice of Suspension without pay''. He'd been waiting in Coach Turner's outer office for over an hour. He'd never had to wait before, just walked right in, but Turner's secretary had been adamant. Finally the door to the inner office swung open and Billy Joe Coleson walked out followed by the coach. Turner patted Coleson on the back in a friendly manner.

``Good practice Billy Joe. Your passing game is really improving.''

``Thanks Coach!'' Coleson flashed Josh a smug look and walked off.

Josh was immediately on his feet. ``What is this Coach?'' he asked, waving the suspension notice at Turner.

``You refused treatment by the team Doctor. That's in violation of your contract. Your salary's forfeit and you're subject to a $25,000 fine for each day in default. Retroactive.'' Turner was cold. He was notorious for his ruthless methods of maintaining discipline among the players.

``But that woman's crazy Coach! She's some sort of psycho! You got no idea what she did to me!''

Tell it to your Momma, boy, cause I don't give a fuck. None of the other players have any problem with Dr. Hanson. This organization has no room for a prima donna who refuses to follow the training program laid out for him. It don't matter how many Superbowl rings you have, if you can't follow orders then pack your bags. And good luck finding another coach willing to take on a 39 year old quarterback who's a-scared of a goddamn woman doctor.'' Now the coach looked at Josh contemptuously and continued in a threatening tone of voice. If a little bitty 120 pound bitch can scare the shit out of the mighty Josh Thomas maybe it's time we looked for a quarterback with a bit more fight in him. Billy Joe Coleson doesn't refuse to show up for his medical appointments.''

Josh felt trapped. He either had to quit the team or do what Coach was ordering him. The coach did have a point. She was only a woman. He'd just have to be extra careful dealing with her from now on.

``All right Coach. I'll keep my appointments with Hanson from now on.''

``See that you do. I'll tell accounting to reinstate you as soon as I've had confirmation from the Doctor that you're following your training regimen. 'Course they'll deduct the fine before reinstating your salary. Now get the hell out of my sight while I'm feeling generous.''

Josh stood under the hot spray of the shower. Today's practice had been fantastic. He felt invigorated. He hadn't had a workout like this in ages. For more years than he cared to think about he'd been plagued by aches and pains from previous injuries. It was the fate of every professional athlete in a sport as physically demanding as football. Every year the pain got worse and you learned to live with it, but sooner or later it got to be too much and some eager young guy came along who hadn't yet had his first knee surgery and your career was over.

Josh was tired from the day's exertions but he wasn't in pain. He felt like a kid again. Lately, all the older veterans were saying the same thing. It was as if all the trauma suffered by their bodies over years of grueling seasons in the NFL had been erased. And they all credited Dr. Amy Hanson for the miracle.

Josh had returned to Hanson, sullen and wary but determined to endure the worst for the sake of his career. She had been businesslike but smugly condescending. Both of them had known who held the upper hand. She hadn't tried anything like at their first meeting. She'd simply given him a fairly normal medical exam and finished it with a shot in his ass. She told him to show up every Monday and Thursday at the same time for further treatments.

He'd been back six times since then and each time had been the same, a quick physical check followed by an injection in his buttocks. He asked around the locker-room and learned that virtually every player went through the same drill when they received their treatment. They'd all been told the injections were individually formulated mixtures of vitamins, enzymes, and muscle restoratives. The treatment was based on her Nobel winning biomedical research and was designed to reduce the effects of injury and restore the body's systems to peak performance. It systematically removed keloid scar tissue, calcium deposits, and other trauma found in the body molecule by molecule. At the same time it worked from the patient's own cellular patterns as a blueprint to repair muscle cells that were stretched, skin that had sagged, and various other problem conditions, to restore a body to prime working order.

Much as he despised her for what she'd done, Josh had to admit that Amy must know her stuff. The entire team was playing at their very best. He still felt nervous whenever he had to visit the team Doctor. But she remained coolly professional, albeit with an air of superior arrogance. Perhaps she felt that first humiliating experience was sufficient to exact her revenge for whatever grudge she bore him and was now content to just do her job. He hoped that was so because the Coach was Hanson's biggest supporter. The season hadn't even started and already Turner was making Superbowl plans.

``Mmmm. Your skin's so soft. Not at all like I expected on a big football star.''

The little blonde ran her fingers over Josh's chest. He glanced down in the dim light and confirmed once more that there seemed to be much less hair on his chest than he remembered. She circled his nipple and he felt an electric thrill of passion. His nipples hadn't ever felt so sensitive. The girl teasingly kissed her way down to his cock and began sucking him back to erection and he stopped thinking.

Some time later he heaved a mighty sigh of contentment. His breathing was slowly returning to normal and he stroked the girl's hair affectionately. He couldn't remember her name. She was some bimbo he'd picked up in the hotel bar after the game.

``That was real nice, Sugar. But I need my sleep now. Got an early flight in the morning.''

She pouted prettily at him. Her cheek was still resting on his thigh and he could feel her breath warm against his cock. She stroked her palm over Josh's smooth chest a final time and rose to get dressed.

He propped himself up in bed and watched her as she dressed. The girl was young and buxom and ripe, very pretty and very passionate in bed. She was a fitting reward for today's game. It was their first exhibition game and they'd thoroughly trounced the other team. Josh had completed 28 passes out of 32 -- 5 of them for touchdowns. He was playing better than ever.

He had noticed before how his body hair was thinning. His beard was much sparser too, and he could now go several days before needing a shave. Also, hair was starting to grow back in spots on his head. He hadn't been bald but his hairline had been receding slightly. Enough for his macho vanity to notice. But now he had the same thick head of hair as he'd had at 18.

When he questioned Amy about it she said it was possibly a mild side effect of the restorative injections. That seemed logical, since his body felt so young maybe his hair was going back to how it'd been as a young man. This theory seemed to hold since several other players were regrowing bald spots. One lineman who had been almost completely bald now had practically a full head of hair. The others joked with him about joining the hair club for men. In any case it didn't seem to be a problem since everyone was playing so well. The only thing that bothered Josh was that he hadn't noticed any of the other players were losing their body hair.

He put it out of his mind as the girl kissed him good night and gave him her phone number. She asked him to call next time he was in town. He tossed the paper in the wastebasket as soon as she was out the door. She was good, but she wasn't THAT good. There was always another pretty little slut just begging to be fucked by a celebrity like Josh.

``Two! Twenty Nine!''

Josh looked left, then right. He was crouched over the center, calling the audible. His running-back was in motion, in perfect rhythm with the timing of the play. Everything was working brilliantly, everyone playing at their peak. They were up by three touchdowns and it wasn't even half-time yet. It was the second game of the regular season and the entire team was totally pumped for victory.

``Two! Thirteeeeeeen!''

His voice cracked! The last number had come out in a shrill soprano. The man in motion skipped a beat, nearly tripping himself in his surprise. Josh tried to collect himself and go on with the play.

``Hutt! Hutt! Hutt!''

The words sounded as though they'd been screamed out by a teenage girl. He took the snap, faded back and searched downfield for his receivers. But his concentration was broken and his timing was off. He ended up missing a wide open receiver and trotted off the field as the kicking team came up.

On the sidelines Josh coughed, drank some Gatorade, spat, and tried his voice. It still sounded suspiciously high-pitched. When a teammate asked what was wrong he shrugged and said he thought he might be catching cold. He finished the game, struggling to keep his voice as deep as possible and sounding like a girl imitating a man.

He only completed half his passes during the rest of the game and failed to score any more. The defense managed to salvage their lead and they won by 4 points.

``Room service. How may we help you?''

``Yes, this is room three-oh-three. I'd like a bottle of scotch and some ice, please.'' Josh needed a drink desperately but he hadn't wanted to deal with the crowds in the hotel bar.

``Right away, Miss. Will there be anything else for the lady this evening?''

``It's SIR ! I'm a man damnit! And no, nothing else.''

``Yes Missa errra Sir. Sorry Sir.''

Josh slammed the phone down and fumed until the booze was delivered. He didn't tip the waiter.

Josh lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. A pretty brunette was snuggled up to his side. He felt the softness of her breasts against his own soft, sensitive, nearly hairless skin. She idly ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, with the other hand she toyed with his limp cock. Her touch felt wonderful, his cock seemed even more sensitive than ever lately. But no matter how she fondled it, rubbed it, sucked on it, it stubbornly refused to get hard.

``Don't worry, Hon. Things like this happen to all guys. You gotta be under a lot of stress these days. Everybody's out to beat the Wranglers. But you really showed them today, Baby! I never saw anybody play so hard as you guys did today.''

She smiled up at him, obviously trying to cure his impotence with flattery. He didn't answer her. He very rarely spoke at all these days. When he did he tried to affect a deep voice that ended up sounding fake. He had heard some of his teammates talking about him. Their new nickname for him was ``Squeaky''. But only behind his back he was still the number one quarterback in the NFL after all.

The girl hadn't given up yet. She continued to fondle him, cupping his shaft in her palm and teasing his balls with her fingertips. She nibbled his ear and crooned softly to him, like a mother reassuring a child.

``If you're embarrassed about your size, don't be, Lover. Size isn't important. I LIKE cute little cocks like yours.''

All his life he'd been proud of his cock. It used to be nearly ten inches long when erect. But he hadn't had an erection in almost a week. About ten days ago, while he was still in shock over his voice change, he noticed his cock looked smaller. He couldn't be sure at the time because the difference wasn't that great, but it shrunk steadily in the following days. Even though it was much smaller he discovered it seemed to be MORE sensitive, and he found he got the sensation of orgasm -- very intense orgasms -- when he masturbated, although he didn't ejaculate at all.

He figured maybe having a naked woman ready to fuck would cure his impotence. He had been so pumped up from winning the game today that he decided now was the time to pick up a woman and get his hard-on back. He glanced down to see her hand cradling his still limp penis. It was approximately the same size as her slender delicate thumb, less than three inches long. He felt the tingling beginnings of an orgasm from her touch but his cock refused to grow.

Finally Josh just gave up and turned away. He stared silently at the wall until she got dressed and left. There was nothing to say to her. After she was gone he masturbated himself to orgasm half a dozen times before he finally fell asleep. Even while climaxing over and over his cock never got hard.

``What the FUCK is happening to me?!?!'' Josh's soft soprano voice was raised nearly to a shriek.

Amy glanced at him dismissively, as though looking at a bug she was contemplating squashing. She assumed an air of offended dignity. ``What makes you think you can come bursting in to MY office and address me in that tone of voice?''

Josh's face was a mixture of panic and rage. He grasped the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing by it's waistband and pulled it up to his chin, revealing his bare torso. ``You want to know? It's THESE! Look at them! I want you to tell me what is going on!!!''

Amy's mouth twitched in a barely repressed smile. She stood and walked around her desk to get a closer look at Josh's chest. He had two small but very definitely female breasts, maybe an A cup or even a B. They appeared to be normal in every respect, even the nipples would look completely natural -- on a young woman. She cupped one breast and gently squeezed. Josh's breath hissed softly in a reflexive intake and his nipple stiffened. He flinched away from her touch. Amy seemed satisfied.

``They look like breasts to me, Josh.'' She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Josh seemed exasperated. ``Of course they look like breasts! They ARE breasts! I can see that. I know what tits look like. But can you tell me WHY I've got tits?''

``In my medical opinion they are just another manifestation of the side-effects from your therapy.'' Amy said mildly.

``You said the same thing when I told you my cock was shrinking!''

Amy quickly put a hand up to her face to cover her grin. Her eyes were sparkling with amusement. ``Now Josh. A man's penis size varies depending on many factors, besides the obvious of course. Temperature for example. In your case, some of your groin muscle groups must have been tightened by the treatments, resulting in consequent elevation of the penis and scrotal sac. I don't think your penis has actually shrunk. It's all in your mind. And your unreasoning worries over what you perceive as shrinking has aggravated your performance anxiety. Which explains your reported impotence.''

She had practiced the lie. If he knew the real truth about what was happening to his penis he'd refuse any more treatments from her. Probably go to the Coach -- he'd believe Josh this time, then the game would be up. She had to handle him carefully at this stage or she'd lose everything.

Josh hated it when she spouted her medical mumbo jumbo at him in her oh so superior tone. She had some logical sounding explanation for everything. He didn't want to hear explanations, he wanted to fix the fucking problem.

``Well? What are you going to DO about it?'' he shrilled.

``Now Josh. Let's not get upset. As I've told you each time you've come in here whining over every little symptom, I'm working on adjusting your treatments to correct the situation.''

``No! That's not good enough this time! I want to stop the treatments completely until you fix this!''

``Josh, I can't do that. Unless I keep you on the treatments and under observation I'll have no way of figuring out how to correct your body's internal balance. If I stop now you're likely to be like this forever, possibly even get worse.''

``Listen lady, you better figure out how to get me back the way I used to be and damn fast! I'm about fed up with your treatments! None of the other players' have their cocks shriveling up or voices that sound like a girl or are growing fucking tits!''

``You want me to straighten out the side effects? Then let me get Coach Turner to put you on medical waiver until I can figure out how to fix things. You'd stay at my research clinic so I can devote more time to your problems. I'm sure one look at you like this and he'd agree to release you.''

``Oh no! I can still play. My arm's still good. I've taken this team undefeated six games and we're hotter than ever, but there's over half a season left. If I take us undefeated all the way to the Superbowl they'll trade Billy Joe Coleson for a couple of linebackers. But if I go out sick while we're so hot, Billy Joe will end up the hero even a rookie like him could win the way this team is playing and then he'll have my job. So do whatever you got to, but I'm not staying in your fucking clinic. And don't even think about getting Coach to bench me. I'm playing football.''

She looked at him carefully. If her plans were going to work out according to schedule she needed to get him into her clinic where she could speed things up and not worry about others noticing what was happening. She had expected the atrophy of his penis and start of breast development would have him begging her for help, giving her the opening she needed to convince him to stay in her care. He was more devoted to his career than she originally thought. But she still had one more idea to get him off the team and into her clinic.

``Are you sure you feel up to playing? How are you going to manage to play football with breasts?'' she asked.

``Isn't there something you can do to make them less obvious? If the guys start to notice the Coach will hear about it and I'll be benched.''

``Well, I can tape them up. Meanwhile I'll also give you another treatment.''

She took a roll of tape out of a cupboard and wrapped his chest tightly, compressing his breasts. When she was finished a casual glance would not have revealed anything unusual. She cautioned him to remove the tape every evening to allow for blood circulation. She said she'd tell the coach he had a pulled muscle and needed to keep his chest wrapped but he'd be okay to play.

``Now hold still a minute. This is my latest formulation and I think it should help with those breasts.''

She gave him the injection. This one should do it, she thought.

``Come on Josh! Just one more buddy!'' Tom Carter, the team's weight trainer, coaxed him to try one more bench press.

Josh strained with all his might but the bar just barely lifted from it's cradle before he gave up and let it fall back into place. His face was red and sweat was streaming down his body.

The trainer looked concerned. He gave Josh a hand and pulled him to a sitting position on the bench. He pushed the sleeve of Josh's tee up to his armpit and studied Josh's biceps a moment, while firmly massaging it. Tom had worked for the Wranglers for several years and was familiar with Josh's capabilities that was his job. He didn't say anything for several moments, not wanting to alarm Josh, but he could swear that the muscle was significantly smaller than just a few weeks ago.

Finally he broached the subject. ``Josh, are you feeling okay, partner? I mean, this bar has 30 pounds less on it than you were tossing around easily last week. And you're really straining against it. But what worries me the most is your reps are WAY down, you're tiring too easily bud. Maybe you need a rest? We can sit you out tomorrow if you don't feel up to it.''

Josh shrugged. He hated to admit it but Tom was right. He was struggling now to lift what had been easy for him just a few days ago. But he didn't want the trainer to think something was seriously wrong. He might say something to the Coach that would get Josh pulled from the roster. After all, Josh rationalized, he could still press almost as much as half the quarterbacks in the league and he had years more experience. But he needed to think of a way to get Tom off his back.

``Yah, a little tired. Maybe caught a bug. But I can play tomorrow.'' He said in the taciturn manner he'd adopted with team members since becoming a soprano.

Tom looked at him. He appraised Josh, as a professional trainer who knows every muscle on his charge's body, sizing him up. Josh had changed quite a lot during the season, and not just his voice. He appeared to be softer, maybe a bit flabby even. His attitude was subtly different too, not so cocky and arrogant, less sure of himself and his capabilities than in years past. But in his eyes there was a grim determination to fight and win against all odds. Tom had seen other men with that kind of look who had overcome their aging bodies for a time. He figured there was a good chance that whatever was wrong with Josh could be offset by his sheer willpower. He decided to credit Josh with sense enough to know how his own body felt and decide for himself if he was ready to play in tomorrow's game. But he'd be watching him carefully from now on.

``Okay partner. You should know if you're ready to play. But you watch yourself tomorrow, hear? And next week we're starting you on some stamina building routines.''

Josh had assured everyone that he was ready to play this game. But it was barely five minutes into the first quarter and he was having serious doubts. The first series of downs had gone badly for Josh. He missed all four passes he attempted and only avoided an interception by pure luck. He just didn't have the power in his arm to throw the ball like he needed to. His mind and reflexes measured the distance, timed the speed of the receiver, and figured how hard he needed to throw, but he was so weak the ball always fell short. But at least their first possession hadn't ended in a turnover. Thanks to a few brilliant running plays they managed to get into field goal range and scored despite Josh's poor passing.

Now they had the ball again. Third and long. Josh had called two runs in a row but their opponents had been expecting that and shut them down fast. Josh had no choice, Coach Turner sent in a call for a pass play. Josh took the snap and dropped back into the pocket. He saw a receiver open and his first impulse was that it was an easy throw. But he remembered how weak his arm was now and he began to doubt that he could hit the man. He committed a quarterback's cardinal sin, he hesitated.

The defenders were blitzing. They knew Josh had to pass. Josh saw a man running toward him. He sidestepped and thrust his arm out, intending to fend off the tackler. He brought his other arm back to throw the ball, knowing from experience that he could hold off the defender with his straight-arm for the second or two he needed to get the pass off. But he hadn't reckoned on how truly weakened he now was and the opposing player simply bowled him over like a small child.

Josh felt the wind slammed from his lungs. He hit the ground hard. Suddenly there were bodies flying through the air and everything went black.

He heard a voice asking over and over if he was okay and telling him to wiggle his fingers and move his feet. Through the haze of pain he obeyed. Then he felt himself lifted onto a stretcher. He was only dimly aware of the gentle pats on his arms and the faces of his teammates telling him it was going to be okay. Amy was walking beside his stretcher yelling orders above the roar of the crowd. She seemed to be arguing with Coach Turner.

``No! Not Dallas Memorial. We'll take him to my research clinic. It's closer and I can do more for him there than at the hospital.''

``I only want the very best for him, Doc. The team still needs him. Coleson's good but he's young. Doesn't have the experience. I want Josh ready for the Superbowl.'' Turner growled back.

``Coach if you let me take care of him I can promise you Josh will be performing at the Superbowl. Now let me do my job!''

Turner backed off and Amy jabbed a needle into Josh's arm and the world faded away.

``Wake up sleepyhead!''

Josh opened his eyes to bright light. He was lying on a twin bed in a small windowless room. The only other furniture was a dresser and a stool. Amy sat on the stool by his bedside and smiled down at him.

``How do you feel, Honey?'' she asked, very perkily.

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, remembering what had happened to him.

``Not bad. Considering the hit I took. In fact`a I feel pretty good. I don't hurt anywhere.''

``Good! Then we can begin at once.'' Amy chirped.

Josh felt uneasy at Amy's sweetness act. He didn't trust her at all. But he did feel amazingly good. Was that more of her drugs? He'd taken many hard hits in his career and never before did he feel this good the next day.

``Begin what? Where am I? What time is it? I must be late for practice.''

``No practice for you today, Honey. The Coach placed you on medical waiver under my supervision. You're officially on the injured list until I discharge you.''

``But I feel fine. I'm getting out of here.'' Josh started to sit up, but Amy pushed him back down to the bed.

``Honey, you've done nothing but complain all season long about the side effects from my treatment program. Now when I'm finally ready to make the adjustments to the formula and get your body in the shape it should be you want to leave. Well you're staying here till I've corrected everything and that's that. Doctor's orders.''

Josh looked at her suspiciously. He wanted desperately to reverse all the weird changes in his body. But he didn't know if he should trust her.

``What are you planning to do to me?''

``Mostly you need physical therapy to correct your upper body strength. Your balance, coordination and other motor skills seem affected also so we'll have to work on those. Then there's all the endocrine system imbalances that gave you the high voice and incongruous secondary sexual characteristics. We need to start you on a program of corrective chemical therapy to set everything right.''

``You're going to fix everything that's fucked up with my body?'' he asked, not quite understanding her explanation and wanting confirmation in simpler terms.

Honey, I swear to you, everything about you that's fucked up will be corrected.'' She smiled almost as if enjoying a secret joke. But only if you agree to cooperate fully with my treatment program. If you argue or refuse to follow all of the therapy regimens then you're out. No one else in the world knows how to reverse the changes in your body. You're probably thinking you could take me to court. Remember the medical forms you signed for the Wranglers everyone on the team had to sign they give blanket permission for medical treatment as prescribed by the team physician. I'd claim unforeseen side effects and there's nobody who could dispute me. But even if you won in court, all you'd get is money you'd still have to learn to live as a 39 year old weakling with a three inch cock, a soprano voice and big firm titties. So if you're not prepared to accept yourself like you are then you better be very cooperative, Honey.''

Josh considered how weak and weirdly deformed he was now, all of it thanks to her treatments. But he also remembered how her medical magic restored the broken down old veterans on the team back to athletes at their peak. She was capable of doing what she promised he had no doubt about that. But would she? Then he considered his alternative. He wasn't able to play professional football in his present condition that was certain. He'd be forced to quit the team and live out his life as a freak. He finally decided that he really had no other choice but to cooperate with her.

``How long will all this take? I want to be in shape for the Superbowl.''

``Honey, I'll tell you like I told Coach Turner. Let me take care of you and you'll be in BEAUTIFUL shape for the Superbowl.''

Josh was finishing up in the bathroom. Amy had told him he should take a few minutes to freshen up and breakfast would be ready when he was done. He splashed water in his face and toweled dry. The lack of a mirror over the sink seemed strange but he could live without it as long as he didn't need to shave. He felt his chin smooth wouldn't need shaving for a while at least. A glance at the shelf over the sink revealed there wasn't anything to shave with anyway so he decided not to worry about it for now.

He walked back into the small bedroom. There was no sign of Amy. Instead he saw a young woman dressed as a nurse in white tunic and pants. She was delivering a tray with his breakfast. Instinctively he put a hand to his crotch to cover his nakedness.

Good morning, Honey.'' She said in a professionally pleasant, albeit impersonal, tone. She seemed not to notice his nudity. She set the tray up in front of the stool and said, I'll be back in a few minutes to show you around and get you oriented. Enjoy your breakfast, Honey.'' She turned to leave the room.

Hang on a minute!'' he said, stopping her before she could go. If you're going to show me around then I'm going to need something to wear. My name's Josh, by the way.''

``Oh, you'll find a robe in the dresser, Honey.''

I said my name's Josh.'' He was getting a bit irritated. And you are?''

``You can call me Ms. Connors, Honey. I'm Dr. Hanson's assistant.''

Josh felt snubbed by her refusal to give her first name. ``I told you twice, Ms. Connors, my name's Josh, not Honey. I ought to know my own name.''

The nurse had an amused smile on her face. ``Yes, I expect you ought to, Honey. Now stop being silly and eat your breakfast and I'll be back soon.'' She was out the door before Josh could say another word.

Josh stared openmouthed at the closed door. The nerve of the little bitch! He almost went after her, then thought better of it. He decided he should try to get along with Ms. Connors. Amy had made him promise to cooperate before agreeing to fix his problems. She could be a vindictive bitch and he didn't think it wise to start raising hell with her staff until he was cured. He'd stayed in many hospitals, recuperating from injuries over his long career. And one thing he'd learned was that you just didn't want to piss off the nursing staff while you were a patient under their care. Of course, in his experience, the nurses were more likely to fawn all over him than be hostile, but he had run across the occasional nurse who hated athletes and just barely tolerated him.

He looked at the breakfast tray. Not very much there. A tiny bowl of lukewarm oatmeal, half a grapefruit, and tea. He was accustomed to much more substantial training table breakfasts and he preferred coffee to tea. But he was famished so he wolfed down the meager repast in short order. When every last morsel was gone he still felt hungry.

Done with breakfast, what there was of it, he decided to get dressed. The dresser had three drawers but the bottom two were empty. In the top drawer was a dozen or so pairs of women's satin bikini briefs in bright assorted colors and a satin robe in a soft pink rose pattern. What the hell was going on? He rummaged through the stacks of panties, in hopes of finding something else and his fingers encountered a smooth plastic cylinder. He took this out of the drawer and saw it was a 9 inch long vibrator.

Just then Ms. Connors entered the room without knocking and saw him standing there staring at a handful of panties in one hand and the vibrator in the other. A smile flickered across her face, was quickly repressed, and replaced by a blandly superior expression.

Josh waved the objects at her and asked in an astonished tone, ``What in the world are these???''

``Well, Sugar, in your right hand is a vibrator and in your left is your underwear.'' The nurse replied matter-of-factly.

``I KNOW what they are! Why are they here in my dresser?''

``If you mean the clothing, Honey. You'll find that your skin is very sensitive due to the treatments and the satin won't irritate you like other fabrics. As for the vibrator, I suppose Dr. Hanson thought it might help you relax.''

``Well if you think I'm wearing this stuff you're nuts.'' Josh chose to ignore her comment on the vibrator.

The nurse shrugged. ``Suit yourself, Honey. Although you might find walking about in the nude to be a chilling experience. Or shall I inform Dr. Hanson you've changed your mind about accepting treatment?''

Josh felt ridiculous walking around in the pink satin robe. It only came down to mid-thigh and he felt overly exposed. He had on a pair of polka dot panties underneath the robe and nothing else. He had to admit that the silky fabric felt good against his soft skin but he wished they had something more appropriate for a man.

Ms. Connors showed him around the clinic. Although there wasn't all that much to see. The place reminded him of a small set of offices rather than a hospital. The walls were covered in cream colored wallpaper with a tastefully elegant design. There were framed prints hanging every few feet, mostly of French impressionists. The floors were hardwood polished to a gleaming shine and their smooth coolness served to emphasize in his mind that he hadn't been given any shoes.

He was shown a fairly large room outfitted as a gym/exercise studio. There were individual exercise mats rolled up and pushed to one side, along with various other paraphernalia. The room had a high ceiling and there was a practice bar for ballet mounted on one wall. Two doors led from the studio besides the one they'd entered by. One door led to a changing area/bathroom, and the other opened into a small weight room with several assorted nautilus machines. The setup at the Wranglers' stadium was much more elaborate but Josh figured this would be sufficient to help him rebuild his muscles, at least for the short time he expected to be here.

Ms. Connors then pointed out where Amy's private office and examination room was. Next to it was the door to her laboratory. He asked about a third door and she said it led to Amy's living quarters. And that was all there was, just those few rooms and nothing more. Josh figured from the size of the layout he'd seen that Hanson had converted one of those small ``professional'' buildings into her combination house and clinic. He heard no traffic noises so he assumed they were in a fairly quiet residential area, but he couldn't be sure as he hadn't noticed any windows anywhere.

The place seemed to be mostly deserted. They had only crossed paths with one other person, also a young woman dressed as a nurse. Ms. Connors paused for introductions.

``Honey, this is Ms. Smith. She's also Doctor Hanson's assistant. Most often it will be one or the other of us who'll see to your needs.''

``Nice to meet you Ms. Smith.'' Josh hated it but he was learning that he was expected to be polite and cooperative. These were some tough bitches and he had to play by their rules.

``Well! I can see we're not going to have any trouble out of you. We're going to get along just fine, aren't we Honey?'' Ms. Smith spoke to him as though talking to a child.

``I hope so, Ms. Smith.'' He said softly with eyes downcast.

Ms. Connors patted his cheek gently in approval. The two women smiled at each other. They seemed to sense his capitulation and reveled in rubbing his nose in their conquest.

After the short tour, Ms. Connors left him alone in his room. She said he should shower and then rest. Tomorrow he would begin his regular treatment schedule. She gave him a pill to take and watched as he swallowed it.

Josh stepped into the shower. Mounted on the wall were three dispensers labeled body wash'', shampoo'', ``conditioner''. No washcloth anywhere, but hanging on a hook was a pink plastic scrubbing puff. He took the puff and squeezed some body wash onto it. It had a floral scent. He lathered himself up, and noted how the scrubber cleaned him thoroughly but didn't irritate his soft, sensitive skin. When he rinsed off his skin still had a slick oily sheen to it. He was embarrassed to admit, even to himself, how good it felt touching himself, feeling the sensuous softness the soap gave his skin.

He shampooed his hair and used conditioner afterwards. Normally he didn't bother but Ms. Connors had specifically said to use both. When he finished showering and dried off, he had to admit that his hair seemed easier to comb, had less tendency to tangle. The shampoo made his hair smell like strawberries.

He flopped down on the bed naked. His body felt fresh and clean after the shower. He idly brushed his fingertips over his belly, enjoying the silky softness of his skin. His cock was tingling with arousal. He rubbed it gently with his fingers, savoring the slow build-up to climax. One thing he'd learned to appreciate about his changed penis, he could orgasm over and over without actually ejaculating and without resting in between.

Suddenly he got an idea and went to the dresser to get the vibrator. He'd never used one before, even as a ``special treat'' for one of his girlfriends his macho ego was sure his cock was better than some plastic appliance. He switched it on and gingerly touched his cock with the buzzing cylinder. Oh wow! He never dreamed something could feel so good! He pressed it more firmly against his cock and slowly rubbed it up and down the tiny shaft. Almost with a mind of its own, his free hand sought his breasts and added to the pleasurable sensations by rubbing and pulling on his nipples. He slipped into a dreamy haze, bringing himself to several orgasms and eventually falling asleep.

``Honey, this is Ms. Baker. She'll be your physical trainer.'' Ms. Connors introduced him to a pretty brunette with a fantastic body. She was obviously a trained dancer from the development of her leg muscles.

It was Josh's second day at the clinic. Ms. Connors had awakened him with his breakfast tray. She had allowed him a few minutes to freshen up and eat. Then she conducted him, dressed in the pink robe, to the exercise studio where Ms. Baker was waiting for him.

Ms. Baker was tall and in excellent physical condition. She had a no-nonsense attitude about her and didn't waste time.

``You'll find exercise gear in the changing room, Sugar. Get out of that robe and let's get started.''

I'll leave you to it, then.'' Ms. Connors said. I'll be back at lunch.''

Josh was back in a few moments, still wearing the robe. Ms. Baker gave him a questioning look.

``The only thing I saw in there was stuff for a girl,'' he said.

Ms. Baker icily informed him that his body, as it now was, required support garments to exercise in, especially his breasts. There was no male attire which would fit the current shape of his body and support him suitably. So if he didn't want to remain as he was permanently he should get over it and get dressed so they could get to work.

Josh returned wearing a pink spandex leotard, a pink headband, and a shiny pink and green striped sports bra, and a very, very embarrassed look.

Josh's days settled into a routine.

He never saw a clock or any form of timepiece. There was no television, radio, or newspapers. He soon lost track of time completely and had no idea what day or even month it was. He had no way of knowing how long he'd been there, or even if it were day or night. Time was decreed by the arrival of a nurse with a meal or to lead him somewhere. As the days passed, he slowly found himself slipping into the habit of just going wherever he was taken, doing whatever he was told and not thinking about anything beyond what he was involved with at the moment.

As long as he was cooperative the staff treated him with a professionally impersonal pleasantness, except they invariably called him by diminutive pet names, most often Honey'' but also Sugar'' and Sweetie'' and the like, while requiring him to address them as Ms.''. But if he showed any reluctance in doing what they asked they became malevolent ice queens. As was frequently pointed out in the first few days, he had to learn to follow orders or he could live the rest of his life as a freak. He learned to follow orders.

Each morning he was awakened by breakfast delivered to his room. Breakfast was followed by an aerobic workout in the small gym. This was the highlight of his day, his mind was fresh and awake and he was physically challenged by the exercises Ms. Baker required of him. On rare occasions, at the end of the workout he was taken to the weight room for about a ten minute session on the nautilus machines. After his workout he was taken back to his room to shower.

A light lunch, usually just a salad and fruit served in his room, would be waiting for him after his shower. Invariably there would be medication for him to take with lunch, and the nurse that brought his tray remained until she saw Josh take the medicine. The rest of the afternoon was spent in his room in a drowsy haze. He found that he slept an awful lot of the time. Amy explained to him early on that the changes being induced in his body took a lot of energy and he needed the extra sleep, but his sleeping pattern would return to normal once the treatments were completed. During periods of wakefulness, still in his foggy state of mind, he would succumb to boredom and use the vibrator on himself. He seemed to do this more and more as time went by.

Every few days, he was taken to an examining room and given a physical before lunch. Amy did the exam personally. She weighed him and took measurements of his body, neck, shoulders, chest, ribs below his breasts, waist, hips, around each thigh and calf and ankle, around each biceps, forearm and wrist, inseam, arm length, overall height. She never let him know any of the measurements. She'd also listen to his heart and lungs, check his blood pressure, collect blood and urine samples and sometimes run him into a scanner like an MRI. Frequently he'd get an injection in his ass after the exam. Then he'd be taken back to his room for lunch and rest time until dinner.

Dinner was a light meal just like breakfast and lunch. He was given more medication with dinner. Not long after dinner the lights in his room went out. If he wasn't already asleep, he'd lay in bed and masturbate with the vibrator until he drifted off.

There were no mirrors anywhere. Josh was never permitted to see himself. He knew there were changes happening to his body but they were so gradual and he was so often in a sleepy daze that he just didn't seem to worry about them.

``No! No! No! You KICK on the beat, then step, step, step, KICK, step, step, hold, and point.'' Ms. Baker shouted from across the room, interrupting Josh's rather inept execution of the routine.

Josh was feeling frustrated. He tried to remember all the movements in order but he just couldn't get it. He was breathing a bit heavily but not winded. The aerobic exercises were much more difficult than they looked but the mental concentration required to do everything in order and timed properly was even harder to achieve.

``I just can't seem to remember the timing, Ms. Baker.'' Josh said apologetically.

He now felt relatively familiar with the daily workouts Ms. Baker supervised. Mostly he had to do a lot of stretching and bending. He had a lot of difficulty with some of the more extreme moves like splits but Ms. Baker said he'd limber up. Interspersed were movements that he felt certain were entrechats, pirouettes, and other ballet exercises. Once he grew accustomed to the basics, she had begun teaching him some fairly complicated movements. They were very much like dance routines. These routines mixed together high kicks, somersaults, cartwheels, skipping, jumping, a sort of high stepping prancing jog, and even some embarrassing moves where he shook his butt or shimmied his shoulders that caused his new-grown breasts to bobble embarrassingly.

``Honey, these routines are designed so you will have FUN while working out. They're to help you develop your reflexes and your coordination as well as your strength. Feel the music, it will help you remember the beat and keep your timing.''

Ms. Baker always played some snappy dance music on a boom box during the sessions. Mixed in with the songs were recordings of the team's cheerleaders, the Wrangler Girls, doing their cheers. Ms. Baker said the cheers were good motivational tools and should give him the incentive to get back on the field. She played them so often that Josh soon had them all memorized, and he found himself hearing the repetitive chants over and over in his head.

What bothered him the most was that so far her program seemed to neglect muscle groups that he had always thought of as important for football. The stuff she made him do was certainly physically challenging, he had to admit that. But, he thought he should be concentrating on building up the strength in his throwing arm and upper body muscles in general.

``Ms. Baker, do you think these sessions are strenuous enough for weight training?'' Josh asked, a bit timidly.

``Honey, are you questioning my judgment?'' she asked.

``I'm sorry Ms. Baker.''

``Good, we'll speak no more about it. Now, from the top`a''

Josh put his hands on his hips in this latest routine's starting position and prepared to make another try at it.

Josh pushed his dinner away. There was still some food on his plate from his salad but he wasn't that hungry. He rubbed his belly, enjoying the smooth feel of his taut skin. His waistline had been shrinking. It's the healthy diet and exercise he told himself. Still that didn't explain why his ass and breasts seemed to be getting larger. But he didn't spend much time worrying about it. He felt pleasantly fuzzy just as he always did in the afternoons and evenings, and his cock was demanding attention.

He got in bed and rubbed the vibrator over his tiny cock. It felt so nice. In his dreamlike state it didn't seem alarming at all that his cock was smaller every day and his balls also seemed to be drawing up tighter against his crotch. In a way it was nicer now, his balls weren't so much in the way when he played with the vibrator and his cock seemed more and more sensitive. But his mind didn't spend much time analyzing things, he was too overwhelmed, enjoying the wonderful sensations the vibrator created.

As his cock got smaller, his breasts seemed to grow and his nipples became ever more sensitive. He now enjoyed exciting his nipples with the vibrator almost as much as his cock. He almost felt he could climax from stimulating his nipples alone.

He continued masturbating until his body trembled in the throes of orgasm and he faded off to sleep.

``Okay Honey! Number Seven! Get set`a let's go!'' Ms. Baker called out.

Each special routine he'd been taught had a number and she would yell them out at random during exercise sessions. He was expected to immediately execute the routine.

Josh got on his mark. He let his mind go blank and his face automatically assumed the wide happy smile that Ms. Baker seemed to insist on while he ran through his special routines. He stood with most of his weight on his right leg, left leg slightly bent at the knee, toes pointed. His left hand was on his hip, elbow sharply bent and sticking straight out to the side. His right hand was straight up, index finger pointed to the ceiling. His belly was sucked in and his chest thrust out. This was the initial pose for routine number 7. When Ms. Baker said ``go'' he bounced on the ball of his right foot a couple times then brought his right hand down, pointing straight in front of him and smoothly shifted into the routine's first steps.

In his mind he was chanting one of the cheers from the Wrangler Girls. He had discovered that certain cheers seemed to have the perfect rhythm for his numbered exercise routines. Singing the cheer in his head, he could easily stay on the beat, keep perfect timing, and remember when to kick, or jump or whatever move was needed, exactly in rhythm to the routine.

When Josh reached the finale and fell into a perfect split he was reminded once more how much his cock and balls had changed. He now had a nearly smooth crotch and splits didn't hurt him anymore. The wide smile faded as he thought about the changes he'd noticed in his body. He knew he had to ask Amy about that but he never seemed to remember when he had the opportunity. But Ms. Baker started talking and he had to concentrate he didn't want to ruin a fairly good practice by getting her mad at him.

``Good Honey, but you need to remember to keep smiling. You have to look happy to be happy. Now, Number Three! Get ready`a okay, let's go!''

Josh stepped out of the shower and began toweling himself dry. His hair seemed much longer lately. He lifted a section in front of his face where he could see it. It was coming in BLOND. He suppressed an impulse to go running off screaming for Amy. That would only get him in trouble with Ms. Connors. He'd have to wait to ask her about it the next time he had a physical.

``I want you to try these on, Honey.''

Ms. Baker was holding out a pair of shoes. Women's shoes. With about a two inch heel.

Josh felt like he was going to explode. His mouth opened and closed a few times but no words came out.

Now before you get all upset, Dearie, stop and listen.'' Ms. Baker's tone was mild but held the threat of anger. You need to work on your coordination and balance. Nothing teaches you balance like dancing in heels. Do you think your balance is anywhere near as good as mine?''

Josh thought about that. Ms. Baker could run through moves with ease that he wouldn't even dream of attempting. As a football player he knew how important balance and coordination were, even more so than brute strength. But wear high heels?

``We're wasting time, Honey.'' Ms. Baker pressed the issue.

Did he have a choice? Yes! He tossed his shoulder length blond hair out of his face in a tiny gesture of defiance. But was he willing to be a freak for the rest of his life?

He took the shoes from her and bent over to put them on.

``I knew you'd see it my way, Honey. We'll take it slow at first. You might think it's impossible, but eventually you'll become accustomed to even the highest heels. You'll be able to comfortably perform any routine as easily and gracefully in heels as barefoot.''

From that day on he exercised in heels during at least a portion of each session. Gradually the heels got higher, from wedges with only about one or two inches of lift, to stiletto heels that were as much as four inches tall. And when not exercising, he had to wear them at all times except in bed. The click-clack of his heels on the hardwood floors became a familiar sound to him.

``Okay Honey, it's time to check the progress of your muscle development again,'' Ms. Baker said as she led the way into the weight room.

Josh had just finished a workout. His long blond hair was plastered to his neck, shoulders, and the swell of his breasts. It tickled him at the small of his back and he was grateful for the pink headband which at least kept it out of his eyes. He had a pleasant warm glow from the exertion, not the bone-weary exhaustion he remembered from football practice. His body glistened with a light sheen of sweat and he felt totally alive and invigorated. He felt so good he was certain he was making progress toward regaining his former strength.

Ms. Baker made all the decisions about the weight settings and the number of reps he had to do. She was always careful to never let him see the weight settings. She said he'd either be worried that he wasn't progressing fast enough or get overconfident in his strength. She blocked his view of the weights while he was on a machine and always pulled the pin out afterwards.

He wished she would let him spend more time on the weight machines but she said his musculature wasn't fully corrected and he might strain himself. So she never allowed more than a few brief minutes, just enough to check his capabilities rather than give him a good workout.

``Now I want you to try Five reps at this setting, Honey. But if it's too much, don't force it.'' Ms. Baker said after completing adjustments to the bench press.

Josh settled onto the bench press machine and gripped the bar. He pressed upwards, feeling his arms straining. Onea Twoa Ms. Baker must have increased the weight since last time. Threea Foura He wasn't sure he could make it, but this was the last one so he pushed up as hard as he could. Almost there`a Five! He thought she must have set it for a couple hundred pounds at least.

Curiosity got the better of him and he jumped up from the machine as soon as the bar hit the stop, craning his neck to see the weights. He thought he saw the setting as Ms. Baker pulled the pin out of the weight stack. But she must have been too fast for him and stuck the pin into a dummy setting before Josh saw the actual setting. He HAD to be mistaken, he told himself, because he had really strained to complete those five reps and the setting he thought he saw was only 60 pounds. That was so ridiculous it wasn't worth worrying over he could lift 60 pounds with one finger.

Ms. Baker didn't comment on the incident but she was extra cautious setting the weights from then on.

Josh was feeling confident. The happy smile plastered on his face that had become second nature while he strutted his stuff was genuine. He was feeling so proud of himself. The session was nearly over and so far he'd run through every routine absolutely perfectly. Ms. Baker even smiled at him a few times when he'd completed some particularly difficult move. Right now he was in the midst of executing the big finish for one of the harder numbers.

Josh kicked his right leg up HIGH! His foot rose above eye level. A second after his foot hit the floor, he bounced on his toes once, and kicked the other leg up. After several more kicks he transitioned into skipping around in a circle, knees high, prancing, then smoothly leaned over into a cartwheel right on the beat. Completing the cartwheel and landing back on his feet he immediately leaped up and forward, his arms and legs widely spread-eagled. As soon as his feet touched the floor he sank fluidly down to one knee with his arms held precisely, one straight up and the other pointing rigidly out to the right. He stayed on his knee, breathing hard from the exertion and beaming in triumph. He knew he'd done the routine letter-perfectly, exactly on the beat, and while wearing 4 inch heels no less!

Ms. Baker clapped her hands. She hurried over to where he knelt and took both his hands, pulling him to his feet. She gave him a hug. Wow! He must really have done well.

``Honey, that was PERFECT! I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do it!''

The routine was one the of most difficult ones to master. Especially while wearing heels. He felt he'd really accomplished something. And such demonstrative praise from Ms. Baker was rare indeed. He blushed and glanced downward to hide it, a bit embarrassed by her compliment.

His eyes focused on his feet. Strange that he was now so accustomed to heels that he almost never noticed he had them on anymore unless he saw his feet. Even though wearing them had become nearly second nature to him, the sight of his own feet in such feminine shoes still had the power to shock him. He noticed that Ms. Baker was wearing ballet slippers, her soles flat against the floor. Something about that struck him as odd.

``Don't be embarrassed, Honey. You should be proud of yourself. That's a bitch of a routine.''

Ms. Baker gently put a finger under his chin and raised his face to look at her. He looked up and saw her smiling proudly down at him`a Holy Shit!!! His heart thundered in his chest. It suddenly hit him what his subconscious mind had noted as strange. Something was very, very wrong indeed! He gasped in surprised shock and staggered back a couple of steps.

He was wearing 4 inch heels and he had to look UP at her!!! UP!

``You okay, Sweetie?'' Ms. Baker asked, a little concerned.

``Um`a yeah. Just got dizzy for a sec.'' He lied.

``Maybe we should call it a day. No sense overdoing it. You're coming along so well. Sit and rest a bit till lunch.'' She began to busy herself collecting up the exercise mats they had used for their warm-ups.

He slumped down to the floor with his back against a wall. He leaned over and rested his forehead against his knees, shielding his face from view. He was thinking furiously, trying to remember details of when he first met Ms. Baker. He had been barefoot then, he was barefoot all the time the first few days in here. He was equally certain she had been wearing heels at the time, about 3 inch ones. And their eyes had been at about the same level. He remembered thinking at the time that she was tall for a woman. That would make her maybe 5'10'' or 5'11''. Now with her flatfooted and him in 4 inch heels`a that meant he must now be only about 5'6'' or less! He had shrunk over 9 inches!

That bitch Amy had to be pulling some shit on him. He had to get out of here before it was too late.

Josh patted himself with a bit of toilet tissue to blot up any lingering droplets of pee. His penis had long since shrunken to barely even a nub. It sat poised just above the tiny opening of his urethra on his otherwise smooth crotch. With his head clear and time to think he was amazed at how truly odd it was that he had never become upset before now over such a major loss to his anatomy. Just another added bonus from those little pills he'd been taking. Well he was done with that. He heard a little ``plink!'' as he dropped his pill from dinner into the toilet bowl and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd successfully managed to palm his medication at both lunch and dinner.

All that afternoon he lay in bed, simulating sleep. He thought hard and tried to figure out how long he'd been here. But the previous days were nothing but a blur to him. Only during his exercise sessions had his mind been clear, and then he'd been busy concentrating on learning all the new routines and didn't have time to think of anything else. Shortly after lunch every day his mind had subsided into a pleasant fuzz and remained that way until he awoke the next day. He had just accepted, without a bit of worry, all the major changes going on in his body. It had to be the medication they were giving him that made him into such a zombie.

Tonight he'd have to make his move. He didn't know when his next physical exam would be and he couldn't risk Amy discovering from his blood or urine samples that he was no longer taking the medication.

He flushed the toilet and went back to his bed. He faced the wall and waited for lights out.

Josh quietly slipped from his room. Everything was silent. There was almost no light in the hallway and he had to navigate by touching the wall with one hand as he walked. He reached the door which he thought would be most likely to lead from the clinic to Amy's living quarters. What luck, it wasn't even locked! Amy was so confident in her drugs that she hadn't taken any other precautions to prevent his escape.

He tiptoed down a carpeted hallway. He thought he heard faint breathing sounds coming from behind one of the doors and avoided it, assuming that was her bedroom. He peeked into several of the other rooms, hoping he could find something better for him to wear than his satin robe. The third room he tried was the laundry room.

On top of the washer was a basket of clothes. He didn't care if they were dirty or clean, he rummaged through them trying to pick out a shirt and pants by touch in the dark. He eventually pulled out a pair of jeans and what felt like a sweatshirt. As quickly as possible he doffed the robe and got dressed. The jeans were a little tight across his hips and loose in the waist, but he managed to get them zipped up. The legs were too long by quite a bit and he had to roll up the cuffs to avoid tripping. The sweatshirt was no problem at all, it was loose everywhere but across his chest.

Now clothed, he carefully crept down the hall, hoping he was headed for the exit. He came to a large kitchen and sighed in relief when he saw moonlight streaming through the window in the back door. His first reaction was to run out the door and get away as fast as possible. But he stopped himself, realizing he was still barefoot and had no money and no car. He looked around the kitchen, trying to identify shapes in the darkened room. Some light came in the window from the moon and there was a digital clock on her stove that emitted an eerie green glow. This was enough to see fairly well for his dark- adapted eyes.

He saw a pair of boots standing near the door. She must keep them there in case she needed to slip outside for something in a hurry. He slid his foot into one. Warm. Fleece lined. He stepped into the other. They were large on him, but he'd manage somehow. He used to wear a men's size 13. Shit, how much had that bitch changed him?

He looked around some more and found her purse laying on the counter. Jackpot! He rummaged inside by feel. Walleta hairbrusha assorted female doo-dads`a keys! Holding the keys in his fist to prevent jingling, he closed the purse and hung its strap around his neck.

Very carefully he opened the back door. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the hinges squeak but he didn't hear any noises from the back of the house. As quickly and quietly as possible he scurried across the lawn to Amy's car parked in the driveway. He got in, careful not to slam the door, and began fumbling with the keys. Finally he found the ignition key and started the car. The motor roared into life and he was past stopping now. He slammed the car into gear and stomped on the gas.

He was free!

Josh pulled up to his house's driveway gate. He didn't have his remote control so he punched his access code into the unit's keypad.

``CODE INCORRECT. ACCESS DENIED.'' In flashing red letters.

Damn. He retyped his code, being extra careful to get it exactly right this time.

``CODE INCORRECT. ACCESS DENIED.''

Fuck! A power failure or something must have messed up the security system's memory. He thought about climbing over the gate but the neighbors might see in this brightly lighted spot and wonder what was going on. He decided instead to drive around back where there was a walk-in gate and see if his code would be accepted back there.

He circled the block and parked near the pedestrian gate. He got out and tried his code again. Still no luck. He looked up at the gate. It was made of wrought iron, with curly shapes which would serve as ladder rungs, not all that difficult to climb. It wasn't really intended as a serious barrier, just something to keep the curious from wandering onto his lawn. He started climbing.

Once inside the fence, he picked up a fist sized rock from the ornamental border of one of the flower beds and approached the French doors at the side of the house. He didn't have his keys so no sense even bothering with the front door. He broke a pane out of the French door and reached inside to open it. Home at last.

Every light in the house came blazing into his eyes. An ear-splitting wailing seemed to be coming from all around him. He hurried over to the security system's main panel and typed in his override code.

``CODE INCORRECT.''

The phone rang and he picked it up.

``This is Acme Security. Do you require assistance?''

``Quarterback Sneak!'' he yelled into the phone, hoping he could be heard above the din of the alarm.

``Miss, I must inform you that you are trespassing on private property.''

``What is wrong with you?! I gave you the fucking password! Quarterback Sneak! Quarterback Sneak! QUARTERBACK SNEAK!!!'' he screamed.

``The police have been alerted and are responding. If you are a family member or legitimate guest in the home of our client please remain calm. Cooperate fully with police procedures and provide adequate identification to the responding officers. These procedures are for your own protection`a''

Josh's eyes strayed to the kitchen table. Piled there was a stack of plastic wrapped packages containing white powder. Also a chemist's scale, a hand mirror, and several single edged razor blades. Oh fuck! How would he explain that?

He heard sirens in the distance.

Josh walked up to the front desk of the Holiday Inn. The desk clerk smiled at him.

``Well little lady, what can I do for you?'' he asked with a raised eyebrow and a knowing look on his face.

Josh looked around and realized the clerk was talking to him. He was about to protest that he was a man but he glanced down at himself first and stopped. The sweatshirt he'd ``borrowed'' from Amy was stretched tight across his breasts. He saw several locks of long golden hair had slipped forward of his shoulders and streamed down below the level of his breasts. He realized he would sound crazy if he claimed to be a man in his high soprano voice.

``Um`a I'd like a room please.'' He finally said.

``All right Miss. Just fill out this registration card please.''

Josh put down ``Joan Smith'' on the card and a fake address. He paid in cash from Amy's purse. The clerk smiled when he glanced at the card. He offered her a key but didn't let go of it when she tried to take it from him. Instead he leaned forward and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper.

Your room's at the back with an outside entrance, Sweetie. So your boyfriend won't have to come through the lobby.'' He quickly put a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture when Josh started to interrupt. It's okay, Sugar. I remember back when I was in high school too. Not that long ago. Just wish my girlfriend had been as nice as you nice enough to rent us a room. Nice AND pretty. Your boyfriend's a lucky guy to have a pretty little thing like you.'' Then he gave Josh a stern look and changed his tone to one of warning. ``But don't you be throwing no beer party for your friends now. Some kids your age do that, act like they're meeting a boyfriend and then throw a party. I'd have to call the police if I thought that was happening. And neither one of us would like that. But go ahead now, have fun but be careful Cutie.''

He released the key and smiled down at him. Josh was absolutely mortified. It was all he could manage to mumble thanks and get out the door. Did he really look like some teenager out to get fucked by his boyfriend?

Once inside the room he looked at himself in the mirror. This was the first time he'd had a chance to see himself since entering that hellish clinic. He couldn't believe how much he'd changed.

He had to admit that in the sweatshirt, ill-fitting jeans, and loose velour boots he did look like some teen girl into grunge. His face had a very young and innocent look. Very pretty and very sexy and very, very feminine. Large green eyes that gave the appearance of a startled fawn. Childlike. Innocent. Long lashes. High cheekbones. A pert nose. Cupid's bow mouth with big pouty lips. Bright golden blonde hair that fell to his ass. Long slender neck. Perfect peaches and cream complexion.

He pulled off the sweatshirt and skinned out of the jeans and stared at himself totally nude. His body was similarly changed to resemble a pretty young woman. It seemed impossible that he'd gone through such a drastic change and had only realized it recently. He hadn't had mirrors in the clinic but he could see his hands and arms and legs and most especially breasts just by looking down at himself. But it was the totality of seeing his entire body all at once and completely changed that was so shocking and so obvious. He had noted some changes but they had occurred gradually, almost imperceptibly, and he'd been kept drugged so much of the time that he didn't worry for long about such things at the time.

He guessed he was now about 5'4'' or 5'5''. His entire body was practically hairless with pale flawlessly smooth silky skin. Narrow shoulders with long slender graceful arms and delicate hands, long slim fingers. Almost no muscles at all. Large prominent breasts that jiggled a bit with the motion of his breathing. Pink nipples that were now stiff and crinkled in excitement. A narrow waist and flat stomach. Wide flaring hips and a round, nearly perfect ass. Nice long legs and tiny feet.

He looked 100% a young woman except for one essential. Where his cock and balls used to be was a small pink nubbin atop a smooth fleshy mound. It appeared as if someone had started with a normal woman's genitalia and fused the labia together, making a smooth surface. Then exposed the clitoris near the top of the mound and allowed a tiny opening for the urethra. There was a small tuft of downy golden pubic hair just above the mound.

Josh thought the image in the mirror was beautiful. He would have loved to fuck this creature that he'd become. For the briefest of instants he wondered if he'd escaped the clinic just in time or a bit too soon.

He felt himself becoming aroused looking at himself. It was late and there wasn't much he could do at this hour. The excitement of the day was beginning to wear off and exhaustion set in. He lay down on the bed and decided to try and sleep, he'd worry about his troubles in the morning when he was fresh.

His mind kept picturing the lovely girl he saw in the mirror and he became more and more aroused. He rubbed his cock/clitoris with one hand and played with his breasts with the other. He reached orgasm fairly quickly, his entire body shuddering in spasms of pleasure. But his crotch continued to tingle with arousal and his nipples throbbed, demanding more. He masturbated over and over, wishing he'd brought his vibrator when he escaped.

If that desk clerk had heard the frenzied thrashing about and barely suppressed moans coming from his room he'd have congratulated himself on guessing correctly about the cute young girl who rented the room. Josh had no idea how many times he orgasmed but eventually he exhausted himself and slipped into a fitful sleep.

Josh stared in amazement at the complimentary newspaper. The sound of the paper thumping down on the floor outside his room had wakened him from a sexy dream. He was very aroused and felt like touching himself but he suppressed the impulse and went to see what the noise had been. Now his erotic urges were momentarily forgotten as he read the lead story in mixed horror and outrage.

``All-Pro Quarterback Josh Thomas Wanted on Drug Charges'' the headline read.

``From the Associated Press: Last night in a bizarre string of coincidences ten kilos of crack cocaine was seized at the home of Dallas Wranglers' all-star quarterback Joshua Thomas. Police discovered the drugs when they responded to a burglary in progress at Mr. Thomas' estate. The police report says a woman forcibly entered Mr. Thomas' home by breaking a window on a side entryway. It is unknown what the woman intended when she broke into the house. Eyewitness accounts say the woman fled the scene when the security system activated and alerted police to the break-in. A spokesman for the Dallas police department says the woman is wanted for questioning, but is not a suspect in the drug charges. She is described as Caucasian, long blonde hair, early 20's, 5'4'' tall, 120 lbs. Anonymous sources say the woman is a former girl friend of the 5-time Superbowl winning quarterback. Mr. Thomas has been on medical waiver from the Wranglers' starting lineup since sustaining injuries while playing a game in mid-October. A spokesperson for the Wranglers said Mr. Thomas was undergoing treatment for his injuries at a private clinic. Mr. Thomas was unavailable for comment and sources have learned that he discharged himself from the clinic on his own authority late yesterday. Investigators from the DEA have seized Mr. Thomas' home and are seeking a court order to freeze his assets. A warrant for his arrest has been issued on charges of possession, possession with intent to distribute, drug trafficking, and conspiracy. If convicted, Mr. Thomas would face a mandatory prison sentence of 20 years to life. Police have requested that anyone having any knowledge of Mr. Thomas' whereabouts or recent activities please contact the authorities. Mr. Thomas is assumed to have fled the country and a State Department official was quoted as saying ```aextradition will be diligently pursued once (his) whereabouts are confirmed.'' Mr. Thomas has had a brilliant career in professional football and many fans have expressed outrage upon learning of his alleged illegal drug activities. Related stories: Career highlights, page 2, Calls for stepped up drug testing in professional sports, page 5, Wranglers' chances for Superbowl unaffected, page 7.''

He riffled through the paper looking for more. He couldn't bear to read the editorial. The title was enough to make him sick: ``Do You Want a Drug Dealer as Your Child's Role Model?''

Shit! Josh felt completely helpless. How could people believe such lies about him? He'd tried coke just once in his life, back in high school when he was young and stupid. Everyone who knew anything about him knew his career was far too important to him to jeopardize it by using drugs.

He didn't know how she'd done it but he was sure that bitch Amy was behind it all. He caught sight of the date on the paper. He'd been in that clinic for three months! And the Superbowl was just a couple weeks away. He felt so frustrated. He had to think. He flopped back on the bed. Masturbation had usually relieved his tension before and his crotch was tingling with erotic desire. He began rubbing himself.

It felt so good he didn't want to stop.

Josh drifted to full wakefulness from an erotic dream. He had a pillow clenched between his thighs and he was reflexively humping himself against the pillow. He replaced the pillow with his hand and began rubbing himself faster and faster. It felt SO wonderful, and he needed it so much!

His body stiffened and shuddered in orgasm. Oh! Yes! But almost as soon as the tremors subsided he felt the tension building again. He continued rubbing himself. It just took too much willpower to stop.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Oh god. Someone's at the door. Oh god, this feels so good.

``Y..yessss?'' he managed to call out while still stroking his crotch. He was almost there and couldn't bear to stop.

``Housekeeping. It's checkout time and we need the room, Miss.''

Shit! He'd have to go to the desk and pay for another night.

Ohhhh!!'' he moaned as he climaxed, then quickly yelled I mean, Oh I'm staying another night.''

``Do you want your room cleaned?'' the maid called back.

``N`a No. No thank you!''

He could hear the maid push her cart down the walkway and he started rubbing himself harder.

He walked toward the lobby. His hair was damp with sweat and his face flushed, lips puffy. His nipples were hard under the sweatshirt and he was self consciously aware how they pushed out against the fabric, raising little bumps in the shirt.

He came upon two maids talking together as they got linens from a cart. They openly stared at him as he walked by and he heard giggling once he was past them.

Thank god it was a different desk clerk on duty. But this guy was just as bad. He looked at Josh as though he might be considering making a purchase. He positively leered.

There wasn't a lot of cash left from Amy's purse so he only paid for one more night. He had to think of some more permanent arrangement.

He was hungry but he didn't think he could bear sitting still long enough to get served in a restaurant. He grabbed a couple candy bars from a machine and hurried back toward his room.

He was practically shaking he felt so horny. He told himself just one more time then he HAD to settle down and try to figure a way out of the mess he was in.

``Amy you bitch what have you done to me?!'' Josh gasped into the telephone. He was lying in bed with the phone propped to his ear, stroking his crotch with both hands.

``I'm sorry, Honey, but you better call back when you're ready to show a little respect. I thought we taught you better than to take that kind of tone with your betters.'' Amy said coldly and hung up the phone.

Josh tore one hand away from his crotch and dialed the phone again.

``Why hello Honey! I've been expecting your call.'' Amy's voice was smugly triumphant.

He broke down into blubbering tears. He wailed into the phone. ``Amy please, please help me. I can't stop. I'll do anything but please help!''

Josh was staring up in disbelief at Amy. She grinned at him. Billy Joe Coleson was standing beside her with a huge smile on his face. Obviously Billy Joe liked the way Josh looked his pants had an enormous bulge in the crotch. Josh was sitting on the edge of the motel room bed completely naked. One hand slowly stroked his crotch, almost reflexively.

``You want me to suck his cock?!?!'' Josh squeaked, still not believing what she'd ordered.

``Honey, if you want to stop feeling so turned on that's what you have to do,'' she said.

Billy Joe grinned down at Josh. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was huge. Long and hard. The veins along the side were swollen and seemed to pulse with blood. The head was purplish red and glistened with a drop of seminal fluid. Josh felt tears in his eyes as he got to his knees in front of Billy Joe.

He reached out and delicately touched the organ. His hand was shaking. The cock was warm to his touch and slightly moist and velvet smooth. He let his fingers trace the outline of the shaft, running his fingertips from the base to the head and back down again. Billy Joe gasped in delight. He reached lower and felt the sac of his scrotum. It was wrinkled and sprinkled with coarse hair.

Reluctantly, but wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, he closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss the head. He could taste the bit of fluid at its tip. Salty. He opened his lips wider and pulled Billy Joe's cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and sucked his cheeks inward. With one hand he gripped the shaft near the base and pumped it gently. His other hand was buried in his own crotch, stroking madly along his cock/clit to try to make this bearable. He began moving his head up and down on Billy's cock, taking a bit more of it inside with each cycle. Soon he was taking as much into his mouth as he thought he could stand and his lips were brushing his hand where it was wrapped around the shaft on each downstroke.

It seemed to take a while but Billy eventually began bucking his hips. Josh felt his own saliva dribbling down Billy's cock shaft onto his fingers and lubricating it somewhat. He pumped his hand up and down the shaft faster and faster in time with his bobbing head. As Billy got more excited and thrust harder into Josh's face he could feel the head slamming against the back of his throat. His eyes misted over as it made him gag and he prayed he wouldn't puke.

Finally Billy grabbed Josh's head and held it rigid, partially supporting his own weight by leaning on Josh as he rammed his cock deep into Josh's throat. His cock literally throbbed inside Josh's mouth. He felt a warm wetness spurt at the back of his mouth and he swallowed. Billy kept pumping and Josh swallowed again and again. Josh was desperately wondering how much more there was when Billy slumped a bit and breathed a big sigh of contentment. Josh swallowed the last droplets and let his mouth go slack as Billy stepped back. The cock slipped from Josh's mouth, leaving a line of saliva and semen trailing down his chin. Billy sank down to sit on the bed and grinned contemptuously at Josh.

Not bad for a beginner. Or maybe Honey's been holding out on us and has some experience in cocksucking?'' he said. Not that it matters. She'll be getting lots of practice from here on I expect.''

Josh didn't say anything. He didn't even look up. He just wiped the sticky gunk off his chin and continued rubbing his crotch harder and harder. He was completely humiliated but past worrying about embarrassment over these two watching him masturbate. He needed to orgasm so desperately, he didn't care who was watching. He slipped down to lay on his side on the floor and worked his hands against his crotch. He hoped the orgasm he felt building would help him forget what he'd just done.

Amy said, ``Isn't she cute lying there just dying for release? Poor little thing. That semen she gulped down ought to take effect in a little bit. I sure do hope so for her sake.''

Josh climaxed. His body shuddered. Then again and again. He moaned out loud. He continued to stroke himself. His crotch was burning to his touch. He felt disconnected from reality as he climaxed over and over until eventually he lost consciousness.

Josh stirred. He didn't feel the aching need in his crotch any more. It felt slightly tingly but not a mind-destroying lust. He looked around. He was back in his tiny room at the clinic. He tried to get up but discovered he was strapped down to the bed.

Amy came in some time later. She smiled at him in that self-satisfied way of hers.

``Glad to see you've regained a bit of decorum, Honey. You should know it's quite unseemly for a young lady to touch herself there in front of people.''

Josh felt totally defeated. He didn't dare snarl at Amy what he was thinking. She'd be sure to make him pay if he did. He simply said in a small voice, ``Amy, what did you do to me?''

``You will address me as Ms. Hanson.''

``I'm sorry Ms. Hanson.''

``That's better. Now, as for what I did to you. I suspected you might eventually take it upon yourself to leave before I was quite done with your therapy. But I despise having to deal with annoying security measures all the time. So I simply made some alterations in your body chemistry. You now are addicted to certain compounds. So long as you were getting your supplements in your daily medication you didn't notice anything. But once your body is deprived for more than 24 hours you develop an insatiable lust. It's a good thing you called when you did or you might have torn yourself apart trying to get relief.''

Josh felt a sinking feeling in his gut. ``What compounds am I addicted to, Ms. Hanson?''

``Oh, I thought that'd be obvious, Honey. Human semen.''

Josh closed his eyes and wept.

Josh was strapped down in Amy's examining room. He'd been left alone in his small room for many hours and he was beginning to feel the aching lust returning when Ms. Connors came to fetch him here. Amy had her back to him. She was fiddling with some stuff on a lab table. When she finally turned to face him she held a hypodermic in her hand.

Well, Honey. This one should be the biggie.'' She joked. The treatment to end all treatments.''

``Ms. Hanson! Please I have to know`a Everybody else on the team got the same injections. But their bodies just got stronger, faster. Why didn't the others change like me?'' Josh was babbling, hoping to delay the inevitable. He dreaded thinking what that needle was going to do to him.

Because my treatments work. Look at me. I've got the same body I had at 18. No wrinkles. No muscle aches. No symptoms of aging at all. And I used the same thing on your teammates. They didn't change like you did because the formula simply rebuilt their bodies the way they were in their prime.'' Amy smiled broadly. Remember I told you the treatments were customized so they used a body's own patterns to put everything back into top condition? The only thing I didn't tell you was that I wasn't using YOUR body as the pattern for the treatments I gave you. I mixed up a special batch just for you, picking and choosing characteristics to transform you into the perfect little blonde bimbo!''

Josh knew nothing that had happened to him was a coincidence. Everything was all part of this sick bitch's scheme to torment him. But he couldn't imagine how she'd managed it all. There were just too many factors, too many people involved.

``How'd you arrange everything? The cocaine at my house. The changed password. You had to have help.''

Amy laughed.

``Oh Honey, you can be SO nave for a man of the world. It's astounding the risks people will take, the laws they'll break, when you promise to repair their aging bodies, make them young again. Take Ms. Baker, for instance. I found her in a nursing home. She used to be a headline dancer during the War that's World War Two, not Viet Nam. Ms. Connors and Ms. Smith have similar stories. The cocaine came from a friend who has`a 'connections', shall we say. The burglar alarm and other things bureaucratic were simple to arrange also. By the way, you want a hoot? The new password for your security system is 'Sex Change'. Who says I don't have a sense of humor!''

``But enough of this, you've got me talking about my nefarious schemes like some bad James Bond villain. No nick of time rescue for you, Sweets.''

Amy jabbed the needle into the fleshy part of Josh's thigh.

``Time to wake up!''

Josh opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of the exercise studio in the clinic. Amy was standing over him dressed in a cheerleader uniform. An Eastern High cheerleader uniform.

``Like my outfit, Honey? It still fits.'' She posed for him a second then grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet.

He felt weird. He looked down and realized why. He was wearing an Eastern High football uniform. With his old number on it. But he wasn't wearing any of the protective padding and his tiny body was swimming in the large uniform.

``Aww, looks like your uniform doesn't fit you anymore. Bring back any fond memories, bitch?'' Amy sneered at him.

He took a step backward. This was becoming too weird.

``Amy`a Ms. Hanson. Please. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. Please.''

She reached out and grabbed the neck of his uniform shirt and ripped it wide open with a single motion of her arm. Josh was stripped to the waist.

``You're looking good, Honey. Let's see the rest of you!''

Amy grabbed the waistband of Josh's pants and tore it open. His pant legs parted at the seams and she pulled the shreds from his body. He was totally nude.

Embarrassed, Josh reached down with one hand to shield his crotch and held the other crosswise across his breasts. He could feel with the palm of his hand resting against his crotch that Amy had successfully completed the final change.

Amy sensed that he'd discovered the truth. She snickered at him. ``What's the matter, Honey? Don't you enjoy being a girl?''

Josh tried to run but Amy was expecting it. She grabbed his arm and held him in an unbreakable grip. He felt weak as a kitten as he strained to loosen her implacable hold. In frustration he swung his free arm at her, wanting to slap the smile off her face.

Amy blocked his slap and twisted his arms behind him and upwards, bending him over painfully. He felt her lock something on his wrists and they were bound tightly together. She released his arms and he fell to the floor, hitting painfully on his shoulder. He twisted around on his hip and looked up at her.

She was leisurely stripping out of her cheerleader uniform. She kicked off her saddle shoes and pulled the tank top over her head. Josh looked up at her magnificent full breasts wobbling gently with her movements. Her long tanned legs. Her youthful face. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor and revealed`a

Her ten inch throbbing erection!

She tossed her head back and laughed. Then she began stroking the monster sprouting from between her thighs.

``I grew this special for you lover! I spent the past weeks mixing a special formula just for this occasion. Don't you feel honored? This is a clone of the exact cock that took my virginity oh so many years ago. Your cock, Honey. And now it's going to take your virginity too!''

Josh tried to push himself away but with his arms bound behind him there was no hope. Amy grabbed his shoulders and flipped him painfully around. He lay on his stomach with his belly pressed to the floorboards. She grabbed his hips and lifted him to his knees, pushing on his head to keep his face down on the floor. Now most of his weight was on his knees and the soft swell of his breasts pressed hard into the cold floor. With very little preliminaries, Amy gripped his hips and thrust herself hard into his vagina from behind.

He screamed as he felt a sharp pain from his tender flesh ripped open by her invading cock. Amy pumped herself in and out faster and faster. Josh could only lie there uncomfortably enduring her assault, tears streaming from his eyes. Finally she shuddered and shot her load into him.

Amy withdrew and settled back to catch her breath. Josh slumped over to his side and curled his knees up to his chest in a fetal position, whimpering in pain.

Whew!'' Amy panted, That was interesting. I can see why guys are so hung up on their penis now. But I think I prefer a vagina. Can hardly wait to get rid of this big growth. How DO you manage to sit comfortably? But I think I'll have a cast taken at full erection before I grow my pussy back. I'll have it made into a vibrator and give it to you as a remembrance for old time's sake.''

``Oh, and you might be interested to know that you can get your semen fix to feed your new addiction in your vagina as well as orally. So you won't have to worry about THAT problem for another 24 hours.''

``Honey, I want you to meet a friend of mine.'' Amy ushered a man into her small cell.

Josh looked up. And up. And up. The man towered over her. He must have been 6'6'', 300 lbs. and all muscle. He had a cruel face with hard, unrelenting eyes and a scar above one eye. His hair was thick and black and coarse. He had a heavy gold ring in his ear.

``This is the friend I mentioned who helped me find some cocaine. And now I think he's going to be your friend too.''

Hello Honey'' the man said in a deep bass voice. My name's Anthony, but you can call me Sir.''

Josh swallowed nervously. She said very softly, ``Hello Sir.''

Anthony smiled. ``See? You're a smart girl, Honey. We're gonna get along real good.''

Anthony runs a nightclub, Honey. And an entertainment agency. He thinks he might have a job for you, Honey. And a place to live. Isn't that exciting?'' Amy said sweetly. She paused expectantly. After a few seconds of silence, she continued. What do you say to Anthony, Honey?''

``Thank you, Sir. I'll try to work hard, Sir.'' Honey said in total despair.

``Here's her official stuff just in case she ever runs into any`a difficulties with the authorities. One never knows when the police might want to see some ID. It's all official by the way, I have a friend in the hall of records.''

Amy passed several cards to Anthony. Josh saw a social security card, what looked like a birth certificate, and a driver's license. She held the license out so Josh could see it. The license had a picture of Josh as she now looked, except with a lot of makeup on, and with her blonde hair teased up and tied into a big ponytail at the side of her head. The name on the license was ``Honey Sweet-Lay'' and the birth date said she was going to be 19 this coming April Fool Day.

``Good picture, isn't it, Honey?''

``Yes Ms. Hanson.'' Honey said.

``And Honey, I've got one more special surprise for you!''

Honey felt the man lifting her robe. Amy bent down and stuck a needle into her thigh.

``This is a custom blended formula, Honey. Now, instead of being addicted to human semen you're addicted to ANTHONY'S semen! Isn't that just so clever? Now you won't be troubled by thoughts of misbehaving or running away, because you'll NEED to be near Anthony. I'm sure you'll come to appreciate how much simpler your life will be without any ambiguities over loyalty to Anthony.''

``Well I'll leave you two to get acquainted. When you're ready to take her Anthony, you know the way out. But don't forget our appointment next weekend!''

``Get a move on, Slut. We can't be late and the traffic's gonna be bitch!'' Anthony shook her awake.

Honey wakened from her dream to see she was still in hell. She looked around the tawdry one-room apartment. The double bed nearly filled the room. The few clothes she owned were hanging on a bar mounted into the nook formed by the dormer style frame of the room's single window. Over to one side, a low partition formed an alcove that contained a claw-foot porcelain tub, a tiny sink and a commode. It wasn't really a luxury. Her new profession encouraged a private bath Anthony could charge extra.

As she got cleaned up, she heard the throbbing music from downstairs increase in volume. Must be time for a new set, she thought. Sometimes she worked the strip club downstairs. Dancing was hard work and she missed the sexual release that came with fucking. Especially when she was feeling the need for another shot of Anthony's love juice. But stripping kept her at arms length from the psychos. A lot of the guys who paid Anthony to fuck her weren't that bad, but some really scared her. Anthony's club got a lot of biker types as customers. She didn't think she'd ever get over her fear of some of those guys.

She looked through her clothes. They were all revealing and slutty looking. She picked out a tight red mini that Anthony had complimented her on. After only a few days, her mind was already in the habit of thinking automatically what would make Anthony happy?'' on every decision she made. She dressed quickly and grabbed her small working purse'' with her essential cosmetics and other necessities. She clattered down the rickety stairs in her stiletto heels and entered the club looking for Anthony.

Two girls were gyrating on stage but the crowd was thin. It was Superbowl Sunday and this wasn't exactly a sports bar after all. She saw Anthony and hurried over to him, practicing her sexiest walk. She rubbed the entire length of her body along Anthony's left side and kissed his cheek. She was feeling hot. She hadn't tasted Anthony's cock for nearly a full day.

``I'm ready, Sir.'' She purred.

He reached out, slowly ran his fingers from her cheek, down her neck, brushed her breasts. His hand cupped one breast and squeezed gently. Her nipples stiffened even harder than they were already and she gasped. Then he traced his hand along the curve of her waist, over her hip, and gave her plump ass a pinch. She flinched slightly and he patted her ass possessively.

``Yep, I can see you are, Honey,'' he said with a leer.

Anthony used the special pass Amy gave him to get into the Wrangler's Stadium. He turned Honey over to a volunteer guide and went to the VIP skybox to enjoy the pre-game festivities. Honey's guide led her through the maze of the Stadium tunnels and eventually brought her to a rather dingy side door and shoved her inside, pulling the door closed behind her.

Inside was a room much too small for the mass confusion it contained. There were nude and semi-nude women walking around all over the place. Clothes hung everywhere. Looking over each other's shoulders to get a peek at a scrap of mirror they were applying makeup, fixing their hair, adjusting their uniforms and generally making a giggling bubbling cacophony.

Honey stood nervously for a few moments, uncertain what she should do. Then she saw a familiar face make her way through the crowd over to her.

``Ms. Baker!'' she said, feeling relief and a strange sense of nostalgia.

Honey! Well, didn't you turn out just beautiful!'' Ms. Baker complimented her. She raised her voice to address the room, Girls! This is the stand-in dancer I mentioned. She already knows the routines so you needn't worry about covering for her. Honey, welcome to the Wrangler Girls!''

There was an unenthusiastic chorus of hi's'' then everyone went back to what they were doing and ignored her. Honey heard a few half muttered comments about her slutty dress and a few more along the lines of wonder who she's fucking to get on the squad the day of the Superbowl?'' She blushed crimson when she heard them but she didn't say anything. She was growing to realize that most people only saw her as a cunt and there was very little she could do to change their minds even she admitted to herself that she pretty much WAS nothing more than a twat to be fucked and do what pleased Anthony.

``Now, let's get you a uniform!'' Ms. Baker interrupted her self-pity and got her moving toward a rack of clothing.

Okay Girls, this is it!'' Ms. Baker said to the assembled Wrangler Girls. The whole country's watching. Make me proud of you!''

They were standing in a double line just inside one of the tunnels leading onto the field. Honey was about half way back in the line. It turned out that Ms. Baker was the cheerleaders' choreographer. She assured Honey all she needed to do was keep evenly spaced between the girl on her right and the one on her left and to do the routines as she'd practiced.

``LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE WORLD FAMOUS DALLAS WRANGLERS CHEERLEADERS!!!!!'' the P.A. system boomed out over the stadium crowd.

The girls started jogging out onto the field. Honey watched how they ran, shaking the pompoms high in the air and smiling widely. She tried to imitate them when it came her turn. She'd been in this situation before, as a quarterback running onto the field being watched by millions. So you might think she'd be used to the attention but she was nervous as hell.

Once on the field, standing in formation with the other girls she tried to relax. She felt weird in the tight little white mini skirt, white high heeled cowboy boots and blue halter top. But it wasn't really much different than some of the revealing outfits she wore for Anthony. Only there weren't 2 billion people watching her then.

Then the last of the girls arrived. The leader called out in a voice that only carried to the girls, not the audience, ``Number Five! Ready`a let's go!''

And Honey was back in the little exercise studio being put through her paces by Ms. Baker. The only differences were the uniform, she now held pompoms in her hands, and instead of chanting the cheers in her head she cried them out at the top of her voice. She relaxed and ran through the routines like clockwork.

She watched the other girls as she danced. She felt proud of herself. She was among the very best dancers in the squad. She didn't make any slip-ups or missteps. Let them wonder now who I'm fucking, she thought smugly.

``Honey! I got a look at you out there during half time. You really know how to strut your stuff, girl!'' Billy Joe Coleson said.

She was clinging to Anthony's arm. Honey was still wearing her cheerleading uniform, Anthony insisted on it. They were standing in the entrance to the ballroom rented for the victory party. The room was a madhouse. There was screaming and laughing and dancing everywhere. Billy Joe had seen them as soon as they arrived and hurried over to greet them.

Thanks Billy Joe,'' Honey said shyly. Congratulations on winning MVP.'' She was learning it was smart to be polite.

Billy flashed her his Superbowl ring. ``Bet you wish you won that, don't you Honey?''

She glanced up nervously at Anthony. He was looking at her very intently, waiting.

``No, Billy, I'm happy with things just the way they are.'' she lied.

She squeezed Anthony's arm and pressed her breasts against his side. He smiled at her. She was learning. What made Anthony happy made her happy at least it made her happier than a beating would.

Amy walked up just then and smiled sweetly at Honey.

``Honey! I'm so happy Anthony brought you! It's nice to see you're enjoying yourself.''

``Thank you, Ms. Hanson.''

``I've been meaning to talk to you about something, Anthony. Please make sure Honey sees me for a checkup every so often. A girl who works as hard as she does sometimes has trouble staying young and pretty. I can give her booster shots so she'll stay fresh and young looking and be productive for years and years to come! Besides, it'll give me a chance to catch up with her, it's always a pleasure for me to see how my little Honey's coming along.''

Anthony smiled, ``Thanks. I'll take you up on that, Doc.''

``And all I expect in return is her performance whenever the Wranglers get to the Superbowl.''

Honey looked at her questioningly. Did she mean cheering? She'd need to practice the latest routines every year.

Speaking of that,'' Anthony took her hand from where it clutched his arm and placed it in Billy's hand. I'll be back to pick her up around noon tomorrow. If she gives you any trouble just let me know.''

Honey looked at Anthony, her face stricken. It'd already been over a day since he fucked her and she was feeling her pussy getting more and more aroused. She didn't know if she could stand waiting until tomorrow for his semen.

You're leaving, Anthony?'' Amy asked, I wouldn't miss this for the world!''

``If I stay I might be tempted by her, and I did promise you to deliver her hot and ready.''

Honey looked from one to the other, unsure what they were talking about, but certain she wouldn't like it.

``Well Honey! Looks like now's your chance to show a little team spirit.'' Amy said with a spiteful grin.

Billy took her hand and led her into a room filled with an entire football team flushed with victory, celebrating the biggest win of the year.

``Anthony said to tell you the entertainment committee promised him $100 a pop! He said there's a special treat if you manage to fuck every single member of the team! He said that would really make him happy!'' Amy called loudly across the room to her. Faces turned to stare at her.

She felt herself shaking nervously and tried to smile at the men as they leered at her.

Honey heard the peals of Amy's laughter as Billy lifted her up onto a banquet table and told her to start dancing.

-- The End --