Trophy Wife
The center snapped the ball and Jason Connor caught it in his hands. He took a few steps back from the line of scrimmage and watched the defense spring into action. It looked like every one of the giant players on the opposing team's defense was barreling right at him, but he knew from experience that it was only his nerves that made it seem like that. He steadied himself even as the burly defensive linemen charged toward him and were held back by his teammates, even if just barely. He scanned the field for his target, ignoring the roar of the thousands of fans who packed the college stadium.
The team was down thirteen to seventeen. It was the nearing end of the fourth quarter and there were only eight seconds left on the clock. They were at their own forty-two-yard line on third down with eight yards left to cover, not that it mattered how much yardage they had to cover for a fresh set of downs, not with the clock nearly expired. A field goal wouldn't buy them a chance in overtime even if they managed to get in range. They had to score a touchdown here if they hoped to keep their undefeated season alive. The head coach had called for a Hail Mary play and the pressure was on Jason to deliver.
But as Jason looked downfield, his primary receiver on the play had a big, angry linebacker riding his back. No way he could get the ball into the receiver's hand without risking an interception.
A defensive end knocked Jason's right tackle to the ground and lunged straight at Jason. Jason deftly stepped to the side and the defensive end crashed into the turf. But the damage had been done. There was a hole in the pocket, and he quickly had to shift position a few yards to his right to get some desperately needed breathing room. As he did so, Jason scanned the backfield, hoping his secondary option was where he was supposed to be.
He sighed with relief. One of the other wide receivers he had on this play was keeping ahead of the man he had on him. Two defensive linemen had broken through Jason's protection and were bearing down on him fast. Jason catapulted the football down the field and braced to be tackled. The ball left his hands before either of the defenders was close enough to get their hands on Jason and, to his surprise, they were able to exercise enough restraint to keep from taking him down and potentially incurring a penalty for unnecessary roughness.
Jason watched the ball arch high over the field and come down slowly near the opposing team's fifteen-yard line, too slowly for his comfort. The wide receiver was there to catch it and a deafening roar went up from the audience. But it wasn't over yet. A cornerback shot out toward the receiver like a bullet, and for one horrible moment, it looked like it was over. The receiver shoved the cornerback aside and sprinted toward the end zone. The receiver made it just as the clock counted down to zero.
The crowd roared even louder. The vibrations from their screams shook Jason's body. He tossed his helmet to the ground and raised both arms over his head in triumph. It was another win for the good guys.
The crowd was jubilant. His teammates cheered and congratulated each other. As Jason walked toward the sidelines, the coaching staff came up to shake his hand and pat him on the back. Best of all, the statuesque blonde cheerleader that he was banging ran up to him, pressed her big tits against his chest, and hugged him. He put his arm around her and patted her rear as discretely as he could, not wanting to cause a stir on social media. It was a surreptitious promise of a private celebration he would enjoy with her later.
As Jason walked off the field full of self-satisfaction, he failed to notice one scrawny, pale-skinned young man with messy dark brown hair wearing a black t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts who stood in the stands near the front row. But that young man noticed Jason. In fact, his full attention was focused on Jason. The scowl that the young man wore on his face turned into a malicious grin as he thought about his upcoming plans for Jason.
************************************************************************************************************************ As the chill night wind howled around him, Jason rubbed his hands together. He raised the collar of his jacket up around his neck. There was little protection from the elements out in the middle of the football field.
It was several hours after he had continued the team's undefeated streak with the big win. Except for him, the stadium that had witnessed Jason's victories was now deserted. He checked his watch. The note had said to be on the field at midnight and the hour was nearing.
Jason had found the note stuffed into a thick manila envelope that had been shoved under the door of his off-campus apartment. Accompanying the note were several glossy photographs of Jason in a hotel room with a sexy redhead, both of them naked in bed and getting to know each other intimately. The redhead was a stripper Jason had met at a post-game victory celebration a few weeks before. It turned out that for a little extra, she was willing to give Jason a private performance. That was embarrassing, but worse still was the fact that several of the photographs had captured lines of a powdery white substance laid out in rows on a coffee table near Jason and the redhead. The note had included instructions to show up at the field at midnight alone or risk the copies of the photographs being shared with the media.
Whoever it was that was trying to extort him, Jason would make that person sorry. He had faced a lot of obstacles on the way to becoming the starting quarterback for one of the nation's best college football teams. One way or another, he had overcome each of those obstacles. He had never allowed anything to get in the way of his goals. Jason gripped the pistol tucked away in one of his jacket pockets. It was a physical manifestation of his resolve.
Exactly at midnight, a silhouette stepped out onto the field and strolled over to Jason, as casually as if he were out for an evening walk. Jason could tell immediately from the figure's gait that it was a man. Jason was six feet, two inches tall and weighed two hundred thirty-five pounds. Most people were smaller than him, but this guy in particular seemed like a lightweight, standing at most five feet, eight inches tall and so slim that it wouldn't have surprised Jason if a strong breeze knocked the guy flat on his ass.
"Jason," the figure said in an obnoxious nasal tone, "good to see you again, old friend."
The voice sounded familiar, but Jason couldn't place it.
"Who are you?" Jason demanded.
The figure stepped closer to Jason but remained just out of arm's reach. Under the dim light of the moon, Jason could see his face.
"Don't tell me you don't remember your old pal."
Jason laughed.
"Suckerman?" Jason said. "You? You're the one who sent those photographs?"
Jason continued to laugh and released his grip on the pistol in his jacket pocket. He wasn't going to need it to deal with this loser.
Ethan Zuckerman smiled.
"Indeed I did. I'm something of a photography enthusiast and I wanted to share some samples from my portfolio with you. `Suckerman?' Ah, yes, one of the many little pet names you had for me back in high school. And to think I had almost forgotten that term of endearment."
Jason and Ethan had been classmates in high school. They had, of course, run in different circles. Jason had been the stereotypical jock while Ethan had been one of the many nerds Jason had dismissed as irrelevant. They had rarely ever spoken to one another or even exchanged glances, except that once in a while Jason had gotten a few laughs from his buddies at Ethan's expense.
"You know," Ethan continued, "there was another nickname you and your cronies had for me in our senior year. Do you remember what it was?"
Jason shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
"Bro, I barely knew you."
The smile disappeared from Ethan's face.
"Cock bite," Ethan said tersely. "You called me cock bite."
Jason's brow furrowed as the memory came back to him. Then he laughed again.
"Oh yeah. From that prank with the glory hole in the locker room."
Jason and his buddies had spread a rumor that the high school cheerleaders had cut a hole into the boys' locker room as part of an initiation ritual for the rookie cheerleaders. They claimed that every Friday night after each game, the cheerleaders would assign a girl to put her mouth in the hole and wait for the football players to stick their dicks through it. Ethan had fallen for the rumor and had believed that he could get a blow job by sticking his dick through the hole one Friday night. Instead of being serviced by a cheerleader, however, when Ethan had stuck his small penis into the hole, Jason and his buddies had placed a binder clip on it. Ethan had screeched and tried to back away from the hole, only to find that he wasn't able to retract his undersized manhood through the hole with the binder clip attached to it. Ethan had spent several anguished minutes trying to get free before he was finally able to get the binder clip to slide off.
"Yes," Ethan said. "You were always a good one for pranks, Jason. I thought I could show you one."
Jason took a step forward and stabbed a finger into Ethan's chest.
"This prank isn't funny, Cock Bite. If those photographs get out, my football career is over. I'm not going to let that happen."
"Don't worry. No one else will ever see those photographs, as long as I get what I want."
"Is this about money?" Jason asked. "I thought your dad was loaded. Are you hard-pressed for cash?"
"No, nothing like that, old friend. This isn't about money. It's about justice."
"You're going to the cops?"
Ethan waved his hand dismissively.
"The cops can't give me justice. They can't give me back what you took from me. It wasn't bad enough that you tormented me all throughout high school, but worst of all you deflowered my dream girl. You violated Cathy Porter and turned her against me."
Cathy was one of the many girls Jason had slept with in high school. To the extent that he remembered her, it was mainly for the way she had complained about the unwanted attention Ethan had shown her, following her around from class to class and hacking her social media accounts.
"Cathy Porter? The was the girl you stalked, right?"
Ethan's face reddened.
"She would have been mine, you asshole. But you got in the way. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson."
"You're going to ruin my chances at going pro because I banged some girl you used to jerk off to?"
"No!" Ethan exclaimed. "You took my dream girl. Now you're going to make up for it by giving me another dream girl."
"You want me to help you get laid?"
Ethan's smile returned.
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
Ethan snapped his fingers.
Jason felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He placed his arms over his stomach and bent over in agony. It was like his internal organs were rearranging themselves.
"What the fuck?" Jason said.
Jason was still coming to grips with the unexpected pain, trying to figure out what Ethan had done to him, when he noticed his hair growing down past his ears, cascading down his neck and past his shoulders. His hair remained the same pale blonde color, but it grew longer and the feel of it against his skin became softer.
Then an intense pressure began to build on his upper torso as two fleshy mounds rapidly expanded out of his chest. It was like someone was inflating a pair of balloons under his jacket. The feeling of his skin stretching as the growths continued to expand was excruciating and only made worse by the feel of his jacket trying to keep them restrained underneath it.
Jason screamed as the pain of his transformation overwhelmed him.
Just when he thought he couldn't handle anymore, he felt a dull ache between his legs as if someone had just kicked him in his balls, followed by the sensation of his testicles retracting out of his scrotum and pulling back into his abdomen. He also felt his penis shrivel away and then didn't feel it at all. He reached a hand down between his legs and was horrified to find nothing down there to grip.
As Jason cried out while his body painfully contorted inside and out, his clothes began to change into a fine filmy substance that became increasingly more sheer until it disappeared altogether. His clothes having dissolved, Jason found himself naked, and the changes his body continued to undergo became clearly visible to him.
As impossible as he found it to believe, Jason had a pair of large breasts on his chest, his waist had narrowed and his hips had expanded to give his body an hourglass shape, and his penis and scrotum had disappeared to be replaced by a demure vertical slit tucked away in a patch of pubic hair.
He had the body of a woman.
Slowly, the pain from the transformation subsided, decreasing to a few sharp bangs that became less and less frequent before stopping altogether. As the pain stopped, it was replaced by the feel of the cold wind on his new smooth, feminine skin, causing Jason to shiver uncontrollably.
Jason raised his head to look at Ethan and was surprised to find that he had to crane his neck up to look at Ethan's face. Ethan had grown taller by several inches. Or perhaps Jason had shrunk.
"What happened?" Jason said in a melodious feminine tone. "What's wrong with my voice?"
In his own ears, Jason's voice sounded sultry, like that of a girl who was primed and eager for action.
"I turned you into my dream girl," Ethan explained.
"How?"
"Magic. And don't bother giving me that bullshit about magic not being real. Take a look at yourself, bitch. Look at your big titties, your tight new pussy. You better believe magic is real. I began to study the dark arts back in high school, hoping to find a love spell that would bring Cathy to her senses. I never found that spell, but over the last few years I've picked up a few things."
Jason tried to say something else, but the cold was causing him to shiver too hard to speak. He felt like he was going to freeze to death.
"Let me give you a choice," Ethan said. "I have a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt in your size over in my car. You can follow me there, put on the sweats, and come for a ride with me. Or you can stay here and figure things out for yourself. You better think fast, though, there's a bit of a chill in the air."
Angry, confused, and scared, Jason followed Ethan to his car in his new feminine body.
************************************************************************************************************************ "You're even lovelier than I had expected," Ethan said as he examined Jason.
Jason stood naked in the middle of the living room of Ethan's apartment. Ethan paced around him in slow, deliberate circles. Ethan had allowed Jason to continue wearing the sweats up until they had gotten to his apartment. Then Ethan had insisted that Jason strip naked again.
Jason understood why. He had caught a glimpse of his new form briefly in a bathroom mirror. He was now in the body of a blonde girl in her late teens or early twenties. She had big, round breasts and a curvy bubble butt with slim legs and arms. He guessed he had shrunk down to about five feet, four inches. The body he inhabited was physically amazing, belonging to the sort of girl Jason had regularly lured to his bed. That blonde cheerleader he had been fucking would likely be jealous at the mere sight of Jason's new body.
"Listen, Ethan, think about what you're doing. People are going to find out I'm missing and come after me. You're going to get into a lot of trouble if you don't stop right now. Turn me back into a man and let me go. Don't let this go any further."
Ethan wagged his finger at Jason.
"I think not, old friend. Get any ideas of becoming a man out of your head. From now on, your name is Lexi. Don't hold on to any fantasies about convincing your former friends and family that you were once a man, either."
Ethan snapped his fingers and instantly transformed into an image of Lexi's former self.
"Like what you see, babe?"
Lexi stared at the image before her with her mouth wide open.
"I didn't actually take this form," Ethan said. "I just cast a spell that makes me look this way. I cast the same spell earlier this evening before I went to your team's victory party. I dropped by to tell several of your old teammates that I met this crazy blonde girl who was obsessed with me. She was so obsessed with me that she kept saying how she actually was me. She had been following me around for the last few days and was making me nervous. Your friends laughed it off, but I bet if some crazy blonde bitch shows up in the next few days ranting and raving about magically being transformed from Jason Connor into a woman, they're going to connect the dots."
"I'll go to the cops," Lexi said. "I don't care if they do think I'm crazy."
Still disguised as Jason, Ethan nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you don't need to tell them about the magic transformation or anything crazy like that. Maybe you can just tell them I'm holding you against your will or something. But if that happens, Lexi, I'll cast a spell that will wipe away your memory. You'll be a blonde bimbo with no recollection of who you used to be, with no friends, no family, no skills, no background, no identity, and with nothing to make your way through life except that body of yours. I wonder what would become of you then? And just so you don't get any other wild ideas, I've already cast a spell that will cause you to lose your memory if I die."
Ethan sneered.
"You're my girl now, Lexi. I own you. It won't be difficult for me to forge a birth certificate, social security number, and other documents for you. You'll have no life but the life I give you."
Lexi began to cry as her situation became clear to her.
"Please, Ethan, I'll do anything you want. Just please change me back and let me go."
Ethan snapped his fingers and assumed his normal form, abandoning the guise of Jason.
"Yes, Lexi, you will give me anything I want."
Ethan stopped pacing around Lexi and stood in front of her. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and played with them. Lexi was surprised by the pleasurable sensations that his touch evoked. She held her breath, unsettled by the strange stirrings she felt between her legs.
Then Ethan placed a finger along the lips of Lexi's vagina, teasingly stroking her and prying her fleshy folds apart.
Lexi shuddered and released an involuntary gasp.
"Feels great, doesn't it?" Ethan said. "You're my dream girl, Lexi, and the one trait my dream girl had to have was a high sex drive. You're going to find that the body I've been generous enough to bestow upon you gets aroused extremely easily."
Lexi was embarrassed to learn firsthand just what Ethan meant. The muscles in her vagina began to contract without her prompting, and she felt a pulsing sensation down there. The pulsing grew stronger and stronger as Ethan continued to play with her vagina. Eventually it developed into a powerful desire to be filled. She yearned for the feeling of something inside her. She felt painfully empty and wanted the void within her to be satiated.
"No," Lexi said as she pulled away from Ethan's touch, disgusted with herself for enjoying what Ethan was doing to her.
Ethan only smirked.
"Are you sure? I think once your engine starts warming up, you're going to find it difficult to shut it off."
Lexi could feel her feminine juices leak out of her vagina and down her thighs. Her muscles down there continued to contract. That longing to be filled kept growing stronger.
"Oh fuck. What have you done to me, you creepy loser?"
Ethan walked over to Lexi and cupped her womanhood in one of his hands, gently massaging her.
"Do you want this creepy loser to stop, Lexi?"
"No," Lexi cried.
The words came out of her mouth without any conscious effort on her part, completely of their own accord. She hated the way her body was turning against her, forcing her to seek out something that repulsed that part of her that was still male. But she couldn't fight it.
Ethan pulled his hand away from Lexi's vagina.
"No," Lexi whined, "don't stop."
"You're here to pleasure me, bitch. Not the other way around."
Ethan dropped his pants and exposed his small, erect penis.
"Drop down on your knees and suck me off."
Lexi stood there staring at Ethan's below-average penis, unwilling to approach it but unable to take her eyes off it. Something about its appearance kept her entranced. She reluctantly admitted to herself that she wanted to touch it, to feel its hardness in her hand.
"I'm...I'm not your sex slave," Lexi said. "I'm not...you can't...fuck off."
Ethan kept standing there, his erection on fully display.
With every ounce of her will, Lexi tried to fight the desire to approach Ethan's dick. It was a losing battle. One foot stepped forward, then the other. Soon she stood right in front of Ethan. Then her hand gripped his cock. It felt even better in her hand than she had imagined it would, so hard and hot. She squeezed it and gave it several hard tugs.
Then Lexi dropped to her knees and stuck the whole thing in her mouth. She sucked on it and was overjoyed to find out how good it tasted. It had a sweet metallic flavor to it. As her lips went up and down Ethan's shaft, her tongue enthusiastically explored the tip of his penis. She moaned with pleasure, as did Ethan.
After a few minutes, Ethan said, "Okay, stop. I don't want to blow my load in your mouth. Get on all fours."
Lexi didn't even bother trying to resist. She obediently did as she was ordered.
Ethan dropped to his knees behind Lexi and positioned his small cock at the soaking wet entrance to her vagina. He thrust into her, and Lexi felt a sharp pain as her vagina was penetrated for the first time. The pain continued even as Ethan's cock began rubbing against sensitive parts deep within her, causing her sensations of immense pleasure, each thrust delivering a pulse of sheer physical ecstasy that cascaded over her body. After several minutes of feeling Ethan thrust in and out of her, she was able to ignore the pain, although it did not disappear. Her mind focused instead on the jolts of physical pleasure that coursed through her body.
Then her muscles tightened around Ethan's dick, squeezing it like a hungry snake strangling its prey. A wave of immeasurable physical intensity caused Lexi's body to convulse. She shook violently and her mind left her body behind for what felt like a long time. She entered a blissful state of tranquility where she knew nothing but a happiness and fulfillment. It was paradise.
Slowly, Lexi reentered her body as her orgasm subsided and dissipated. She found herself on all fours in Ethan's living room, with Ethan still pounding away at her tight little pussy.
In a very short time, Lexi experienced two more orgasms before Ethan finally grunted and ejaculated inside her.
Exhausted, Lexi collapsed to the floor and lay there motionless.
"Wow," Ethan said as he got to his feet and pulled his pants up. "That was even better than I had hoped for. I did a great job on that tight little pussy of yours. And the way I cast the spell, believe me, your pussy is going to stay as tight as it was just now during your first time for the rest of your life. I'm so glad I could be the one to take your virginity, Lexi. You better have enjoyed it, too, because taking my cum is going to be your sole purpose in life from now on."
Her unrelenting sexual impulses finally spent, Lexi came back to her senses. She had eagerly allowed Ethan inside her because she had been as horny as a bitch in heat. She had been unable to resist her impulses. Her body had simply driven her to pursue what it wanted, regardless of what Lexi thought.
She didn't completely understand what Ethan had done to her, but tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Ethan had been as good as his word. He had transformed Lexi into a sex-starved slut. Was this the life she had to look forward to?
Ethan gave Lexi a hard slap on her ass and laughed.
Lexi tried to pull her tight red skirt further down her thighs to avoid showing off so much leg. She sat uncomfortably on a chair beside the dance stage at a strip club called Big Tops.
It had been several weeks since Ethan had transformed her into his living sex toy. While Ethan went to class during the day, she stayed home cleaning his apartment and learning to cook by watching online instructional videos. At night, Ethan would come home, eat whatever meal Lexi had prepared for dinner and spend hours forcing Lexi to satisfy his depraved sexual desires. She had never imagined some of the cruel and degrading sex acts that Ethan forced her to perform. But after several weeks of that nightmarish routine, Ethan was now insisting that she go out and get a job.
And not just any job would do. Ethan didn't want his woman working at a fast-food joint or at a retail store. He wanted Lexi to find a job as a stripper.
That was why she sat in Big Tops wearing a miniskirt and crop top along with a pair of four-inch heels, her face caked in heavy makeup she had learned to apply by watching online video tutorials. After weeks of being prohibited from wearing any clothes at all while in Ethan's apartment, she found wearing the slutty outfits Ethan had picked out for her job interviews to be uncomfortable. She had initially been angry that Ethan had refused to let her wear underwear but, considering how much she was struggling with the skirt and top, maybe that was for the best.
After waiting for several minutes, the owner of Big Tops, a sleazy middle-aged man in his forties with slicked back hair named Milo, came out of a backroom to greet her.
"I read over your application," Milo said. "So you didn't graduate from high school?"
"No," Lexi said. "I dropped out."
"That's fine. I don't like a girl with too much smarts, anyway. I've got a few college girls working here and they're the most stuck-up cunts, constantly giving the customers attitude. Okay, stand up and turn around. Let me get a look at your goods."
Lexi stood up and turned around in a full circle.
"Very nice. You've got a great body. Hey, let's have a dress rehearsal. Take off your clothes."
"Uh...I don't think that's a good idea."
"Sugar tits, thinking isn't a part of the job description for the job you're applying for. Now take off your clothes or hit the road."
Reluctantly, Lexi took off her top and her skirt.
"Very nice," Milo said. "You're going to have to shave that carpet down there between your legs. Every girl who works here has to trim the lawn, no exceptions. Okay, you pass the visual inspection. Now let's do a dry run."
Milo dropped his pants and exposed his penis.
With only mild hesitation, Lexi dropped to her knees and began sucking off Milo. In only a few weeks, Ethan had gone a long way toward getting Lexi to stop thinking of herself as a person and had gotten her to begin thinking of herself as just a set of holes to be made available for a man's pleasure. She was ashamed to give Milo a blow job, but she wasn't useful for much more than sex anyway. Besides, her sex drive had continued to grow stronger, and she had long since stopped trying to resist her body's impulses.
After a few minutes, Milo ejaculated in her mouth and told her to swallow his load, which she did.
As Milo pulled his pants back up, he said, "You're a very gifted girl. I wish all the girls who work here were as talented as you are, but most of them can't give a blow job for shit. You can start tomorrow night."
Ethan was extremely pleased when she reported back to him that she had secured a job at Big Tops. He celebrated by fucking her.
When Lexi showed up to Big Tops the next night to start her first shift as a stripper, she was extremely nervous. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. But as she watched several of the girls working at the strip club go on stage before her, she quickly learned that it wasn't a complicated job. The girls just had to go on stage, prance around, and tear off what little clothes they were wearing. Men threw money at them. But the stage performances merely served as advertising for the main part of the job, private dances in the backrooms. And what went on in the backrooms was something for which Lexi was custom-designed, thanks to Ethan.
Lexi took the stage dressed in stockings, a thong, and a bra. She did exactly what the other girls had done, strutting around on stage gyrating her hips and shaking her boobs, then removing her clothes. The audience cheered and threw bills on stage. Several men arranged for private dances with her, and she spent most of the night sucking them off and letting them grope her boobs and ass.
The days passed with very little changes in Lexi's new routine. Ethan would spend weekdays going to class, coming home to use Lexi's body for his own sexual gratification. Lexi worked three or four nights out of the week stripping, her body being used by men there as well.
And in this way the days turned to weeks, the weeks into months, and the months into years.
Eventually, Ethan graduated from college and started an online business. It was a social media website where users posted photos and videos of themselves that subscribers paid money to see. He called the site FanFaves. Over time, it basically became a way for adult entertainers to post the pornographic content that they made directly for paying consumers. Ethan's site made billions in profits by taking a cut of what the users were earning.
To show his faith in his own product, Ethan regularly took nude photographs and videos of Lexi and posted them on the site. Before long, Lexi had millions of subscribers paying to watch her. Many of them sent in depraved and outrageous requests for things they wanted to see her do. Ethan had no reservations about having Lexi fulfill their requests, no matter how strange or disturbing they were.
And the years went by like that.
Ethan looked at his gold, diamond-encrusted wristwatch. He was annoyed to see that it was already noon. They were running behind schedule.
He entered the opulent master bedroom of the sprawling beachside mansion he had purchased shortly after getting FanFaves up and running. Lexi was still sitting at her makeup table putting on her face. She was wearing the skimpy yellow denim shorts and the tight-fitting Mustangs football jersey he had picked out for her. The jersey bore the dark blue and gold color scheme and design of the Mustangs, the football team Ethan had recently purchased and whose game they were to attend that afternoon. On Lexi's feet were a pair of gold-colored strappy five-inch stiletto heels. She hated wearing five-inch heels, and often complained about how they hurt her feet. That was exactly why Ethan had ordered her to wear the heels to the game.
"You lazy bitch," Ethan barked at Lexi. "Are you still painting up your face like a clown? I've told you to move faster when you're getting ready to go out. You know how I hate waiting on you like this."
Lexi turned to look at him with an apologetic expression on her face and said, "I'm sorry, my love. I'll hurry up for you."
After all these years, Ethan remained pleased by his handiwork. It had been nearly twenty years since Ethan had transformed Jason Connor into his dream girl. They had recently celebrated her forty-second birthday by releasing a gang bang video on FanFaves of Lexi getting pounded by twelve men on a beach in Cancun. Ethan's idea, of course. Yet, despite Lexi's biological age, she still looked like she was in her early twenties, without a wrinkle anywhere on her face and her perky tits and ass defying gravity with impunity. The spell Ethan had cast to create Lexi had been his best, no doubt about that.
For his part, Ethan now looked like he was in his forties. He had a massive bald spot on the crown of his head and his forehead had expanded as his hairline had receded. A sizeable paunch dominated his waistline. And there were streaks of gray in his hair and in his beard. Ethan could have used magic to make himself look youthful again, but he didn't care. He had something aside from magic that made what he looked like completely irrelevant. He had money. Tons of it. And even though he still fucked Lexi five to six times a day (a magical enchantment kept him more virile than any prescription medication could), he had several mistresses he regularly fucked as well. There was no limit of women who were eager to sleep with him, and his deteriorating physical appearance only made him prouder of that fact.
"Are the kids ready at least?" Ethan asked.
"Yes," Lexi said as she finished applying her makeup. "The boys are down in the living room with the nannies."
Ethan had impregnated Lexi no fewer than five times over the years. She had borne him five sons, the oldest now fifteen and the youngest having just turned two. The spell had ensured that she hadn't lost her hourglass figure despite all the pregnancies, but Ethan had forced her to diet and exercise after each delivery anyway. He had to keep Lexi on her toes, even after all these years.
Lexi stood up from her makeup table and sashayed over to him.
"My love, would you care for a blow job before we leave?" Lexi asked with a salacious smile spread across her face.
Ethan laughed.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, cunt? No, Lexi, I'm not going to let you suck me off. I'm angry at you for taking so long to get ready. And I'm going to teach you a lesson about being on time by forcing you to wait until after the game before letting you have any of my cum."
The smile disappeared from Lexi's face.
"My love, I'm sorry for upsetting you," she sulked. "Please forgive me. I promise to be a good girl. Don't make me wait so long to swallow your yummy juice. I'll make it feel extra good if you let me suck on it now."
Ethan wagged his finger in Lexi's face.
"Don't pout, bitch. You know I hate it when you pout. Keep carrying on like this and I'll force you to go the whole night without my cock. How would you like that?"
Lexi put a smile back on her face.
"Forgive me, my love. You know I live to please you. I'll be a good girl, I'll be patient."
"Hmmm. Not good enough. I believe a spanking is in order. Drop your shorts and assume the position."
Not wanting to displease Ethan further, Lexi pulled down her shorts and bent down to grab her ankles. Ethan slapped her bare bottom swiftly with his right hand five times. After each slap, Lexi released a moan of frustrated desire. Ethan knew that slapping her ass served to increase Lexi's arousal. The spanking would only make it more difficult for her to endure the long wait until she could achieve some release. That's exactly how Ethan wanted it. Lexi had to be made to understand that there were consequences for upsetting him.
After receiving her punishment, Lexi stood back up and pulled up her shorts.
Then Ethan took her by the hand and pulled her along as he walked down the main staircase in the front hall and made his way to the living room, where their five sons were waiting with the staff members who were charged with watching over them. Each of the boys was dressed in jeans and a Mustangs jersey.
"Mommy!" the boys cheered in unison as they saw Lexi walk into the room behind their father.
Lexi skittered over to them in her mincing little steps, picked up the toddler, held him tight, and then hugged and kissed the others in turn.
"How are my baby boys?" she asked, beaming happily.
The boys loved their mother and were intimidated by their father. Ethan was perfectly fine with that. He wanted the devotion of his sons, not their affection. He was also pleased by Lexi's love for their children. When he had transformed her, he hadn't been sure the spell would be enough to grant her the strong maternal instincts that came naturally to women. Thankfully it had, one more aspect of the spell in which Ethan took pride.
"Come along now, boys," Ethan commanded. "We're running late."
There were two black SUVs with tinted windows outside the front of the mansion waiting for the family. They piled in and were driven by their chauffeurs to a helipad located at the other end of the estate. From there, one of the helicopters that Ethan owned flew them directly to the stadium located a few miles away, coming down on a landing pad built near the stadium.
Lexi squirmed in her seat as the helicopter landed. The area between her legs was soaking wet. Her pussy was on fire. Ethan hadn't fucked her since early that morning. She had been in a rush to get herself ready and had also worked with the nannies to make sure the kids were ready to go on time. She had hoped that Ethan would fuck her or at least let her suck him off before they left for the game, but he had been in a foul mood all day and, as usual when he was upset over something, he had chosen to take it out on Lexi by punishing her.
Lexi was just glad that he hadn't taken out his anger on the boys. Every day since she had been transformed from Jason Connor into a woman had been hell. The day she had first learned she was pregnant with their first child was one of the worst days of her life. She had gone to bed crying, terrified at the prospect of carrying Ethan's baby and having to give birth to it. The idea of spending the rest of her life caring for his child had been unbearable. But as it turned out, her sons were the only bright spot in the otherwise nightmarish existence that was her life. She loved her sons and didn't want to imagine life without them.
Deep down she still resented Ethan, although she would never let her disgust with him show. As miserable as her life was, Ethan had countless ways of making it even worse for her. She fucked him and the men she made adult movies with because her body physically required sex. But emotionally, she hated being a sex toy for Ethan's gratification and profit. She hated being fucked all the time. She hated living in a body that needed to be fucked all the time. But most of all, she hated Ethan.
The one silver lining to getting fucked by Ethan all the time, however, was that he had promised her that she could keep having children until she was no longer physically able to do so. That was the only thing she had to look forward to.
She looked at the faces of each of her sons as the helicopter landed outside the stadium. Looking at them always filled her with a mother's love and devotion, which made up for all the torment that Ethan put her through.
After the helicopter landed, Lexi gladly stood up and climbed out along with Ethan and the boys. With her pussy aching for sex, it was easier to cope with her urges if she could stand. The pressure exerted on her privates when she sat down was agonizing.
Ethan, Lexi, and their sons got off the landing pad and were escorted to a waiting shuttle bus that took them past the stadium's main entrance and through an underground tunnel. The shuttle dropped them off in a lobby that was closed off to the general public and surrounded by tight security. There they found other VIPs who were mingling with one another along with several tables filed with large quantities of high-end alcohol, hors d'oeuvres, and various other refreshments.
Ethan spent a few minutes networking with some of the more important attendees while Lexi helped her sons pick out some snacks from what was on offer. Lexi ignored the leers she got from all the men in the lobby, not because she was offended by them, but because she was eager to hop into bed with all of those men and it was a struggle to resist that impulse.
Eventually, the team's general manager, a gray-haired man in his fifties, showed up and shook Ethan's hand.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Zuckerman," he said to Ethan. Then he turned to look at Lexi, glanced at her chest, and said, "Glad to see you as well Mrs. Zuckerman."
"Spare me the pleasantries," Ethan said tersely. "Is our suite ready?"
The general manager nodded. "Absolutely, Mr. Zuckerman. Our stadium has the best owner's box in the league, you folks will have an excellent view and every amenity will be at your disposal. Our staff is almost done preparing your meal. If you need anything else, just let me know and I'll have it taken care of."
The family was led to a bank of elevators and rode up to the owner's box. The boys excitedly ran around the various rooms, grabbing more snacks from the fridge and playing with the multiple televisions, computers, speakers, and other electronics that filled the suite. Lexi began to chase after her boys, but Ethan grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the massive window at the front of the suite that looked out over the entire stadium. She knew better than to protest.
Waiting beside the window was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. Ethan called a waiter to open the bottle and pour out two glasses. The waiter promptly made himself scarce after completing his task.
"Ah, old friend," Ethan said, "how I have waited for this day. For years I've been planning out the perfect twentieth anniversary celebration for us. For twenty years, you've been not only my wife, but my dream girl. And on each and every day of those twenty years, you have brought me the greatest happiness of my life. I would give up all my power, all my wealth, everything I have to hold onto you Jason. Yes, the sex is great, and I'm pleased with the boys that you've given me, but my true joy is watching you suffer."
Ethan put his arm around Lexi and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers and sticking his tongue into her mouth, moving it around in there like a slimy little tentacle.
He pulled away from her, picked up one glass of champagne, and handed her the other.
"A toast to our happiness."
Choking back tears of deep pain, Lexi forced a wan smile on her face and said, "I live to please you, my love."
"Yes, you do," Ethan said. "You give me so much. And today, I give you this."
Ethan waved his hand across the window, encompassing the football field where the team he had purchased was assembling in advance of the game, with kick-off only minutes away.
"You know why I purchased the Mustangs, don't you?" Ethan said.
Lexi nodded.
"Tell me why, Jason. I want to hear it come from your lips."
Her voice cracking as she fought to control her emotions, Lexi said, "This was the team I...that Jason...when I was a little boy..."
Lexi couldn't force the words out of her mouth. It was too painful of a reminder of everything she had lost.
"Say it," Ethan commanded.
Lexi couldn't do it anymore. The tears flowed out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Two decades of hidden pain and suffering poured out of her.
Ethan smiled at the sight of her tears. She could see a small bulge in the crotch of his pants. Of course this would give Ethan an erection. As horrible as she felt in that moment, Lexi nevertheless felt an intense urge to grab Ethan's little bulge. The horniness never abated.
"The Mustangs are the team I dreamt of playing for when I was Jason," Lexi said between sobs.
The smile on Ethan's face widened.
"Happy anniversary, cunt," he said to Lexi as he drank from his glass of champagne.
Lexi downed her own glass, hoping the alcohol would dull her pain, knowing it would only increase her sexual urges. She was sure she would have to sneak off to the bathroom in a few minutes to pleasure herself. Ethan hated it when she played with herself and, if he found out about it, there would be hell to pay. But there was no way she could make it through the entire game without getting some release.
Lexi continued to cry as she downed a second glass of champagne, and a third.
As she had almost every day for the last twenty years, Lexi thought back to her former life as Jason. Deep down in her heart, she wished she could go back and change the man she had been. If she had to do it all over again, she wouldn't have been such an arrogant, thoughtless asshole. She would have treated Ethan, and everyone else in her former life, with more respect and consideration. She would have been a kinder, gentler person. If she had done that from the beginning, it might be her down there on the field right now getting ready for the big kick-off. Instead, she was a sex-hungry porn star who could only look forward to her next orgasm.
Lexi looked back over her shoulder and saw her sons running around the suite playing some kind of game. She forced herself to stop crying so they wouldn't see her upset. Seeing them made it easier for her to stop the flow of tears. No matter how awful things got, her sons always managed to brighten up her mood and make her feel better. Whatever else happened in this horrible existence that was her life, she would always have the happiness her sons brought her. This life was worth living if only because she had them.
Jason Connor had died more than twenty years ago. That was no longer her life. She had to find a way to push that life completely out of her memory. She was now and would always be Mrs. Lexi Zuckerman, adult entertainer, socialite, celebrity, loving mother, and trophy wife.