A VERY SLOW FAST BREAK
Basketball at JHN College was, like at most small schools, practically a religion. The school, the students, the whole town lived and breathed basketball. The school had varsity men's and women's teams as well as an extensive intramural program.
The rivalry between the men's and women's teams was the stuff legends are made of. Each team always finished near the top of the league, and tournament games were so common they were practically scheduled in advance of the season.
The two teams also had a history of challenging each other. The annual men vs. women game always played to a packed house and was followed by a dance which lasted until the wee hours of the morning. The winner of the game also got to set a penalty for the loser, and it was always something embarrassing.
This year, however, things were even more heated than usual. The school had lost quite a bit of its funding, and programs were being reduced or cut. Sports was one of the programs. The school just did not have enough money to support all the various programs.
All the athletes had been engaged in extensive fund raising activities. They had tried all the usual approaches and were still several thousand dollars short of their goal.
At this point a famous shoe company came to town. They made an offer to underwrite a large grant which would produce thousands of dollars of income each year. All the women's team had to do was to film a commercial playing basket ball while wearing this company's shoes.
The women refused, and practically the entire town got into the argument. Some sided with the women. They thought the adds were sexist and demeaning. Others felt that this was ridiculous. The seams needed the money, and the women were throwing it away.
Carol was captain of the women's team. Bob captained the men. They were meeting to try to work out the details of the annual challenge game and to determine the penalty the loser would have to pay. During the discussion, the subject of the commercial came up.
The two began to argue, and their words became more and more heated. At last Carol threw out the challenge. The two teams would meet one week before the big game. They would play a special game with only the students present to watch. If the men won the game, the women would make the commercial.
If the women won, however, the men would submit to their wishes for the annual game. In fact, the men would have to wear the company's shoes and submit to being filmed playing basketball instead of the women. The commercial would be filmed during the game.
The men would also have to wear whatever else the women chose during the game. The only restriction was that they had to be decent. As usual, the winner of the game would get to dole out a penalty the loser would have to obey.
In the heat of the argument, Bob agreed. Later he began to have second thoughts, but it was too late. When he told his team mates, they all laughed. They knew they were going to win this year, so they readily agreed. They even teased him about worrying at all. This one was in the bag, and they began to make plans for how they would humble those haughty women.
Talk abounded and lots of plans were discussed. Finally they all agreed. The women would have attend the big dance dressed as the men directed, and each would have to dance with her opposite player for the entire night.
What happened after the dance for the rest of the night and the weekend would be up to each couple. The guys obviously had ideas because they all agreed to dress the gals the same. Each would wear fishnet tights, the skimpiest of spandex body suits, five inch high heels and a big ribbon in their hair.
The guys knew these girls hated to be considered feminine sex objects, and that was exactly what they were going to be. Tall, long legged and sexy.
Friday arrived, and the big game commenced. It was a hard fought, very close game all the way. The guys were getting pretty desperate as they discovered this was not going the rout they had forecast.
During the final two minutes, the lead changed hands five times. The guys were up by one point when the girls brought the ball down the court.
Bob saw Carol break free and her team hit her with a pass. she was a deadly shot, and she had out maneuvered her opponent. She had a clear shot at the basket and winning the game.
Bob deliberately ran into her from behind. He chopped down hard on her shoulder, causing her to yelp in pain as she collapsed to the floor. It was clearly a deliberate foul, and the crowd was on its feet booing.
Bob was ashamed of his actions, but he figured the end justified the-means in this case. His friends had insisted the guys had to win this game, and the bet. At half time they had let him know they would find a way to get even with him if they missed out on the chance to have one of those sexy bodies in their arms all night and maybe all weekend.
Carol was helped up from the floor. Her right arm hung down limply at her side. Her face was a mixture of pain and contempt. She weaved about on her feet as she moved to the free throw line. It was clear she could not use her right hand or arm to shoot the ball.
Grimly she stood at the line. Since this was a technical foul and in the act of shooting, she would get four chances to make the needed two points.
Using only her left arm, she carefully balanced the ball. Her first shot fell far short of the rim. It was the effort of a little girl throwing a ball awkwardly in the air. The crowd grew silent in respect for this game lady.
Screwing up her strength and her concentration, she lifted her second attempt. It hit the rim and bounced around before it finally flopped through. The score was tied! The crowd went wild.
Carol slumped to the floor. The pain was getting worse and she needed attention. Two other players helped her back up. she was determined to finish this right here and right now. Her third shot just rolled off her hand. She clearly had no strength left. Bob was regretting his actions, but he began to plan how his team could take advantage of the situation during the overtime.
Without Carol, he knew his team could easily control the ball and win the game. In his mind's eye, he was already thinking ahead to next week, when they would play the real game. After that one was over, Carol would his to play with all evening. With her arm in a cast, she would probably need lots of help getting around in the extremely high heels he had picked out for her to wear. He could almost feel her leaning against him already.
He was so busy he never even saw Carol straighten up. Her determined look was enough to silence the crowd again. In total silence they watched the ball leave her out thrust arm.
Gracefully it arched through the air and into the basket. It never made a sound as it swished through the net. Bob never knew what happened. One minute all was quiet, the next the gym was alive with sound.
All the next week, the men's team was aware of how the school student body had turned against them. No one was willing to condone what had happened. Everyone waited to see what the women's team had dreamed up for the guys. The women had decided that such despicable behavior deserved a really drastic penalty. They spent all week getting ready and making their plans. They needed to humiliate the men, and they also wanted to even the odds a bit since they would be playing without Carol.
In addition, they had heard about the guys, plans for them after the game. This was just too much. Their thoughts turned to the most frightening forms of revenge they could dream up.
Carol's arm was healing but she could not use it to shoot with or to dribble. This limited her participation, but it did not eliminate her from the action. She could watch and plan, even she was not going to play on Friday.
She also had time to visit some friends of hers at other schools in the area. She made several trips to the large research school across town. she had several friends who worked in the experimental labs doing secret work for the medical school and the government.
She shared only part of what she found out with the other girls. Much she kept to herself, feeling a leak might reach the boys. Even though the crowd would tear them apart if they refused to go along with her plan, she knew this was going to be extremely risky until they were all out on the court. By the time the men had suited up, they were also very nervous about what they had agreed to. They knew the women would be able to do just about anything they wanted. The crowd would never let the men welsh on their bet.
It was about an hour before game time when Carol and the women entered the men's locker room. They each carried a gym bag with the name of the shoe company on the side. It was clear the bag had to hold more than just shoes.
At Carol's command to strip, the men turned their backs and removed their uniforms. This included their shoes and socks. Even their jock straps and cups. No one objected to this, even though all were embarrassed.
Each man had a woman standing behind him. she handed him a piece of cloth and told him to put it on. Each man examined his prize and gasped in shock. It was some sort of a G-string.
The device was made of bright red silk and satin and trimmed in lace. It was drawn up the legs like a jock strap, but there the similarity ended. The thing had a pouch which held the player's cock and balls. Once inserted, they were trapped. The waist band was elastic and fit tightly. The end of the pouch narrowed to a thong which was drawn between their legs. Each guy gasped as his girl reached between his bare legs and grabbed the end of the thong. A strong yank and his cock and balls were pulled tightly between his legs. The end of the thong was fastened to the waist band of his G-string at the rear.
Now each guy was ordered to turn around. They looked at each other and saw only smooth crotches covered in brightly colored, ultra feminine clothing. Each had a number in bright rhinestones on the front.
Next came heavily boned satin corsets which were laced tightly. This gave each man a wasp waist, and a very curvy figure. Falsies were glued to each chest using surgical glue. Small clips at the back of each false breast had been fastened to each nipple.
As he moved, the breasts also moved about, causing the clip to compress and pinch the nipple. The forms were weighted so they moved like real breasts. The boys were about to find out what it meant to go running around, jumping up and down, with a pair of melons bouncing about painfully on their chests.
Each guy was ordered to do a series of exercises, including jumping jacks, and running in place. When they were allowed to stop and rest, each was offered a bra. Each was forced to beg to wear the bra, and then it was withheld. Only after each guy apologized for the team's behavior and swore undying allegiance to the girl in front of him was he given the garment.
The bras were not sport bras like the girls were wearing. These were flimsy, lace things with push up cups and narrow straps. They matched the G strings, and while they lifted the falsies up, the left the nipples bare.
Black fish net hose ran up each leg to garters hanging down from the corset. When fastened tight, about four inches of bare white flesh was left exposed. Then came a tight sweater which clung tightly to their breasts, outlining every curve. A spandex mini skirt, very short and extremely tight completed the ensemble.
Finally they came to the shoes. The original plan had been for the women to show how comfortable these new shoes were. They were to play a game in brightly colored leather pumps with two inch heels.
The company also made other types of shoes, however and the girls had chosen another style for this event. Each guy soon found himself perched on his toes in a pair of ankle boots. The boots were laced up to keep them on.
The heels were three inches high, and forced the boys to thrust their chests forward and their butts back in order to maintain their balance. Walking was difficult, but a breeze compared to running. Their chest mounds soon became a mass of painfully moving pulchritude as various body parts bounced around nearly uncontrollably.
They moved out onto the court to the howls and laughter of the crowd. In addition to being awkward and barely able to walk, let alone run, the boys found out about other difficulties. When they tried to jump, or to bend over, their skirts rode up and showed off their panty covered bottoms. They had to keep pulling their skirts back down to maintain even a little sense of modesty.
Each boy had also been given ten, three inch long, bright red nails. These were glued in place and made it very difficult to handle the ball. They had been told that broken nails and scratched polish would be punished after they had lost the game.
The game was a joke of course. The boys never had a chance. The camera crews had a field day, especially when the women put on the regular pumps and still ran circles around their opponents. By the end, every one except the boys had laughed themselves silly. The score was not even kept after the first half as it was so one sided.
Back in the locker room, the boys found that all their clothes had been taken away. At first they thought they were going to have to go the dance in what they were wearing, but they soon learned differently.
In the center of the room was a collection of steel bars. Each boy was taken to a place in front of the bars to begin their submission to the winning girls. A girl was assigned to each boy.
Each boy's legs were spread apart and fastened to a bar which was close to the floor. They were then bent over a bar at waist level and their hands placed palm down on a steel plate about waist high. Their nails were up and on display.
Carol stood behind Bob at one end of the line. she examined his nails and declared them a mess. He had broken five of them. she announced his punishment to be fourteen strokes with
He objected that he had only broken five nails. Besides, how could he receive more strokes than he had nails?
She showed him that nine of his nails were scratched, including the five broken ones. Nine plus five was fourteen. She then added three more strokes for his objecting to her command.
Bob felt his skimpy skirt being raised up to expose his bare ass. Carol ran her hand over his bottom, laughing as he tried to move away. In his position, there was nothing he could do to protect himself. This was what she wanted him to realize.
Without another word, she raised her strong left arm back and delivered the fist cut with the cane. Bob screamed like a girl as a red welt appeared on this bottom. Fourteen strokes, fourteen welts, fourteen screams. Sob cried like a baby at the end, even when Carol forced him to thank her for being gentle with him.
So it went down the line. Soon ten boys were howling as the canes bit into unprotected flesh. One boy received the maximum of twenty strokes because his nails were unmarred. They said he had not been playing hard enough or he would have damaged at least one.
When this was finished the boys were stripped. Their clothes were cut from them leaving them restrained and naked. A foul smelling pink liquid was rubbed all over their bodies. Everything except their head, eyebrows, and genitals was covered. It began to burn as they were left to stand for about fifteen minutes.
At last they were released and given ten minutes to shower, shave, and return to get their outfits for the coming dance. They were warned that they would be very embarrassed if they were late. Ten minutes later, ten pink skinned, hairless boys stood back in place. They each covered their genitals with crossed hands. They stood around like embarrassed girls caught naked by their teacher. The depilatory had done a great job and the razors had cleaned up the few stray hairs which had remained.
Mach boy was given orders to fasten himself back into the ankle cuffs, this time facing out. When all were secured, the girls approached.
Several girls went to work on each boy. Elaborate wigs were firmly attached to each head. All were blond, and all were long. Otherwise, they were each styled differently.
Make up came next as each face was transformed with lipstick, blush, eyeliner, and powder into sexy pouts, framed by their new hair.
Nails were done with acrylic this time, leaving ten sparkling, bright red creations at least two inches long on each lad. Rhinestones decorated the center of each nail.
Toe nails were painted a similar color, and then they were left to dry. one girl moved down the line with a piercing gun, and soon each boy sported two pairs of earrings.
One was a diamond, sparkling every time a head moved. The other was long and dangling. They hung from hooks threaded through the ears, and reached down to brush the shoulder below.
A series of injections came next, and then the boys were allowed to rest while their nails dried. Soon shrieks filled the room as each guy saw the others begin to grow breasts and hips. It was the dreaded MX drug which created curvy figures and enhanced sex drives.
Carol had obtained this and other drugs on her visits to the experimental lab, and she watched in fascination as Bob soon became even more well endowed that he had been with his falsies. This time the boobs were real, and she could tell by the look on his face that he was not happy.
After a few minutes, the boys were done. Their nails were dry and their chests each sported a pair of thirty-eights. Around each waist went a bustier. It was strap less and heavily boned. When it was fastened tight, the wearer could only breath in short gasps, and bending was nearly impossible.
Long beige colored nylons were drawn up each leg. They featured seams at the back, a small bow at the top, and Cuban heels. When they were firmly attached to the garters hanging down, they made ten pairs of legs very alluring. Dresses to match the color of the lingerie came next. These were strapless column dresses made of the finest silk. They clung to the newly enhanced figures until they passed the hips, then they gathered themselves for the fall to the ankles.
These things were so tight walking would have been impossible except for the slit up each side which bared the leg to the hips every time some one moved.
Jewelry was then added. Rhinestones various colors from ankle to neck. Matching high heels of dainty design were forced onto each unwilling foot. These were all made of clear plastic, and offered no support at all to the ankle.
A narrow strap crossed each foot behind the toes. The strap was about two inches wide, with a stripe of color in the center, decorating the strap. A fine of rhinestones inched across the foot as well.
Very narrow straps of clear plastic started at the center of the toe strap and fanned out over the top of the foot until they reached the ankle strap. Then they circled the ankle with a line of sparkling fire, before buckling it in the back.
The heels were six inches high and made of clear plastic. They ended in narrow spikes so small it was nearly impossible to balance on these
The last item of adornment was a bracelet which fastened about the left wrist of each boy/girl. It had another much larger bracelet attached which was left dangling.
The ten "girls" were now ready for their evening. Where ten arrogant boys had once stood, ten lovely women, in elegant gowns now stood, their luscious figures just begging for attention.
A noise outside announced the arrival of more people. The girls stood silently as ten tall black men entered the room. Each one came to stand in front of his date, smiling down at the prospect.
This was the team form the "other" college across town. The college that the boy's team had always refused to play. The team they had always let know just was not good enough to play in their league.
Each man took hold of the bracelet dangling from a girl's wrist. The bracelet was opened/ placed around his neck, and then locked into place. Now each girl was forced to hold her hand behind her date's head, face him and stare up into his eyes.
When this was completed, a commotion caused every one to turn their heads. Into the room burst the team's manager. He was also decked out in a costume, and he was totally out of breath.
Joan announced for all to hear that he had been given his injections two hours earlier. What they were about to see would be how they would each feel in a Couple of hours.
The manager's name was Joe, and he was very shy. He seldom went out with girls, and he was the butt of many jokes among the players. Now he looked much more frightened than shy.
He was dressed in a cheer leader's outfit. His sweater was made of the finest angora, all soft and fuzzy. It was several sizes too small for his lush figure. His huge breasts were prominently displayed under the thing, and his large, obviously engorged, nipples showed clearly through the fabric.
He wore a white pleated skirt which only just covered his ass. Every time he moved, his black panties showed, as did his crotchless panty hose. On his feet, he wore white sneakers with little fluffy balls at the heel.
Two guys ran in after him. one of them grabbed him and began to kiss his ruby painted lips. The other ran his hands up his front, stopping to massage the knockers and tweak the nipples. The girls and their dates watched as the cheer leader began to moan and to thrust her hips forward like a bitch in heat. Soon they could hear her begging to have a cock inside of her.
In the end, she wound up on her knees, a cock inserted in each end. Her throat and ass worked in unison, milking the cum out of each intruder.
When they finished they turned her around and let her go to work again. She was unable to help herself, as she took the stained cock into her hot mouth. She was driven by the injections to demand ever increasing amounts of sex.
In horror and fascination, the girls watched as she removed her clothes and climbed up on the table. Her legs waived about in the air as she offered her ass to every one.
They were told she would be like that for about six hours. Soon they would be imitating her, but when they raised their skirts, it would be bright plastic heels flashing about in the air.
Each girl was then told that the key to their bracelets was located in a locker out in the hall. When their painful heels combined with their escalating sex drive finally drove them from the dance floor, they would have to direct their date to open the locker and release them. Each girl was then told by whisper that the key to her locker, and its number, was located in her false pussy. These devices had been bonded on over their genitals while their breasts were developing. Each pussy appeared to be real, and each was fully functional.
Each one held a captive prick inside, compressed so any attempt at erection would be very painful. The head of the cock was resting against the false pussy, and any intrusion would slide along the sensitive organ, exciting it. sex would feel great, but an orgasm would be impossible.
Each new girl would have to offer herself to the probing fingers of her date in order for him to get the key. Each swore she would do no such thing. No man, especially not this huge black man who would have just spent hours rubbing his body against hers was going to get his hand between her legs.
The hours passed very slowly for ten girls. Dancing pressed up against their date, each girl could not help but feel the gigantic erection which kept pressing against her crotch.
The heels were murder to dance in, and they danced every dance. Soon each girl felt herself placing her weight on her raised hand, pulling her date's face nearer and nearer to her own. Each girl also felt her libido rising. The drugs were causing them to build to an almost explosive sexual pitch. Each touch now became a torment as her body begged for more.
At last the pain and desire won out. One by one, each girl whispered the magic words into her date's waiting ear, and then they made their way out into the hall.
The routine in the hall was the same for each couple. The girl would lead the way to the lockers and then have to tell her date where to find the number and the key. Each girl turned red as she finally stammered out the instructions.
Each girl gasped in shame and desire as she felt her date's hand make its way under her skirt. Each date took his time, slowly sliding his hand up the silken covered leg, pausing at the bare flesh while he kissed her deeply.
Then the hand proceeded up to her panties, now sopping wet from the secretions from the false pussy. Two fingers would make their way inside the device, brushing against the head of the buried penis. The sexual desire was so great that even this movement caused the girl's hips to shoot forward and a gasp of pleasure to escape from her painted lips. Each date took advantage of the situation, rubbing his fingers in and out of her wet cave, driving her a little further along the road to her ultimate destruction. Each girl felt her hips begin to thrust up and back in rhythm to his actions. Any one watching would have known she was a bitch in heat, ready to fuck even without hearing her whispered pleas.
At last the key was freed. The date would then locate the locker and insert the key. Inside he would find a small case. one the outside was a combination lock with instructions. The combination was the girl's measurements. Since no one actually knew her own measurements, they would have to find a tape and some one to hold it as it was passed around her body three times.
When this was done, they moved again to be alone and he worked the lock open. Inside the case was the key to the collar as well as some other things.
The first was a bottle of liquid which had a label telling him to pour it down her throat. He did, by first grabbing her hair and pulling her head back until her mouth popped open from the strain. Once her mouth was full, he covered her nose with his hand and waited until she swallowed.
The bottle contained an accelerant which would cause her growing desires to grow even faster. It also would fix her body in its current form unless she received the antidote within twenty-four hours.
Next came a black silken nighty which would leave her nearly naked if she put it on. she knew she soon would.
Finally came the key, and he inserted it into the lock and released her from his neck. In a flash he had placed around her own neck and snapped it shut again. She was still trapped, since only he could release her. she knew she would never id able to out run him in her spike heels, so she waited for his next command.
She was forced to walk with him out to the parking lot where his car waited. Then it was a ride to his apartment where she was soon locked in. Her dress was removed and replaced by the tiny bundle of black silk and lace.
By the time he released her arm, she was so hot she would have accepted anything in her pussy just for some relief. She might have known it would not be that simple.
He wanted to be seduced. She soon found herself taking off all his clothes, one by one, and sliding her silken covered charms across his muscular body. Her tongue traveled his entire length, front and back, stopping at last at his giant erection.
She was forced to her knees where shegave this appendage special attention. She licked it up and down its length, pausing at the base to suck on his balls. When he allowed her to take the head into her waiting mouth, she was almost grateful.
In and out he slid, grabbing her head and forcing her to deep throat his member. She quickly learned to time her breathing to his thrusts as he face fucked her.
Just before he came, he withdrew and lifted her up. she cried out as he forced himself inside of her, and began his ride. Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around his waist. She could see them in the mirror over the bed, as her hips rose up to meet his. Her heels caught the light and sparkled as they waved about. Her ears heard a high feminine voice begging to be taken until he at last collapsed on top of her.
All night they repeated this scene. He took her again and again, moving from one opening to another. By morning, she had accepted him in every hole she had, and she was still begging him for more. The man inside her head was nearly dying from shame, but the woman body was in total control.
When it was at last over, he slapped her bare but and told her to get up and cook him some breakfast. He made her run around all day in her skimpy outfit, cleaning and cooking for him. He never touched her again, but his eyes told her he was not yet finished with her that way either.
Evening finally came and she found herself back in her evening gown and high heels. Her body ached in every joint, but she had learned to obey her new master's every wish. she followed along behind him like a pet on a leash, struggling to keep with his long stride.
They arrived at last at a dark, foreboding looking building in a tough part of town. It was some kind of an after hours club, and it was just beginning to fill up with people. She noticed that the vast majority of the customers were men and every one was black. The only white people in the place were her and her nine fellow players. The whole team was here, all dressed in their prom outfits.
Each girl was led to a stage in the center of the room. This was once the dance floor, and spot lights shown down on each girl. Their heads were pulled down by a leash attached to a leather collar which had been fastened around each slender white neck.
Wrists were crossed behind the back and fastened tightly together with leather straps. Legs were spread apart and held that way by a steel bar with cuffs on each end. Finally, a rope from the ceiling was attached to each set of bound wrists, and then shortened until the arms were lifted as far as they could be without dislocating a shoulder.
The girls were left to endure an entire night at the mercy of the customers. They found themselves helpless, with a line forming at each head and each ass. The multiple rapes would continue all night, until each girl had learned to accept the huge cocks which plowed up their tight rear openings and down each unwilling throat.
About midnight they were given another dose of the girl juice and told they would have to get the antidote within twenty-four hours or the effects would be permanent. Then they were released and told to go to they counterpart on the girls team's house.
At the door, they realized tines would have to split up. Each was going in a different direction, and had at least five miles to cover. That meant walking in their tight dresses and scandalously high heels, their hands secured at the back, helpless to resist any one who decided to use them.
From the way they looked and the way they smelled, it was clear they would have to deal with lots of attention before they reached their destinations.
Bob did not get to Carol's house until well after dawn. Carol greeted him with a sneer and using a knife, quickly freed his hands. She made him strip and bathe and then don a sexy french maid's uniform.
Wearing this, including the black patent pumps, he fixed a fancy meal, set the dining table for ten and finally served dinner. The guests were the girl's team of course, although he did hear noises like someone else might be behind the closed door of the dining room.
When every one had eaten her fill and Bob had cleaned up the table, Carol asked him if wanted to be a girl forever. He quickly stammered his negative reply and Carol told him how he would have to find his antidote.
As he watched each girl raised her skirts and lowered her panties. Each inserted a small white pill in her vagina. He was told that one of the pills was real, the others were only sugar pills.
He was made to stand before Carol while she secured his hands in a single glove. This pulled his arms together until his elbows touched. His breasts stuck out, and he had to thrust his hips back in order to maintain his balance.
The door to the living room was opened and there sat the other nine members of his team. Each had returned to manhood, but each still sported his female under garments and high heels. It was also obvious each had been cruelly used during the night, and the idea of sex was the furthest thing from each mind.
Bob was told he would have to get each guy hard and then watch while the girl sat down on the erect rock and fucked it until it came deep inside of her. Then and only then would Bob be allowed to use his tongue to clean out the cream filled pussy and get at the pill.
He would have to do all ten women by midnight in order to be sure he got the correct pill. It might be the first one, or it might be the last one. He might get nine done in time, and still wind up a girl for the rest of his life.
He quickly went to work, deep throating the first cock, using his now talented tongue and lips to get it to rise. As it worked its way down his throat, his muscles began to massage it until it was nearly ready to spurt.
He was then withdrawn to watch as a pussy engulfed the cock and rode it to a climax. When he was through pumping cum into her, she would with draw, stand up and show Bob the white jism leaking out of her. He would have to kneel before her temple and use all his talents to please her.
If she reached orgasm, she would allow him to clean her out, including the pill. He would work hard all night, for what he did not know was that Carol had no intention of every letting him become a man again. She had the only real pill and she had swallowed it some time ago. Just for a moment, she had a thought about telling him the awful truth. She pictured him at the orifice where the pill would eventually appear. Her cheeks clenched in anticipation of that event, but then she just smiled.
"No," she thought. "I'd rather have him as a cross-sexed slave and I can probably find some other way to get him to enjoy sucking my ass another day."
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