The Belle Ringer Part 3

 

Sometimes plans just play out perfectly. Todd wouldn't describe himself as lucky – he had just spent the last year being crafted into his sister's extremely feminine trojan horse after all, but the beauty pageant itself had been a huge success. Sure, he had spent the evening in a seemingly endless procession of humiliating outfits – his sister had been stationed backstage to help him change between rounds from the pink dress he had started in to a black one-piece bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination except his expertly tucked manhood, then another figure hugging spandex outfit for his pole-dancing performance in the talent round, and finally an outrageously sexy red dress that put end to any debate on whether Lauren had been adding hormones to his food throughout the year. Twelve months of practice at girlhood positioned Todd well in the contest and he could now walk in heels, twirl and flick his hair on instinct, but it was the talent round where things really came together.

Todd and Lauren's sabotage from the night before found the girl with the juggling clubs striking herself in the face during her performance after misjudging the flight of one the batons. By the time she came out for the final round, a heavy black welt had started to form around her eye. There were similar fates for the girls dancing with the hoop and the roller skates causing another girl to need crutches to walk out for the finale. In contrast, Todd expertly used months of classes to gyrate and twist suggestively around the pole. Of course, it was degrading and he wanted the stage to eat him whole every time he stuck his ass out, but at least he got through it unmamed. By the time it came to the judges' final decision, there was only one realistic challenge to his crown and it eventually fell on the town's mayor to split the decision. Todd actually squealed with delight as his lapdance from earlier in the evening came up trumps.

So then why after all that was he still wearing the sexy red dress from the final vote? And why, oh why, was he in the mayor's hotel suite? The time for Lauren to stand up and reveal their ploy had surely been immediately after the decision, when the crown sat on his head with the whole town watching. Yet here he was hours later with the winner's bouquet still clutched nervously in his hands having been whisked upstairs by the man he could now hear singing in the shower. Todd shuddered at the thought of his experience on the man's lap as the room's phone rang. Cautiously, he scooped up the receiver and heard his sister's voice. “Lauren,” he hissed. “Get me out of this. What are you doing?!”

“Hush!” She cooed. “Just let this play out a little longer. The town is already ours – their precious beauty pageant has just been won by my brother in a dress. But, I want that sleaze-ball mayor to pay personally. He tried to molest me and then kicked me out when I refused. I want my revenge and you will help me get it. Just get him in a compromising position and I will run in with a camera.” She hung up just as the mayor walked out of the bathroom with his gown open. Todd forced a demure smile as he wondered how far Lauren would let things go before she intervened. Based on the last twelve months, his hopes weren't high...  

The Belle Ringer Part 2

 

The club was unrecognisable from the night before. The long shadows and dark corners were gone and the whole room was now lit up like a carnival with streamers hanging from the ceiling and colourful balloons littering the dance-floor. Todd, on the other hand, still resembled the knockout blonde he had been yesterday. Lauren had picked out a cute pink dress for him made of a stretchy faux-woollen material with matching gauntlets and a soft-satin skirt. It was sickly in its sweetness and Todd had wanted to vomit the first time he saw it. Parading himself in front of the whole town while wearing it was certainly going to be an ordeal. He had mentally dubbed it the last dress he would ever wear before Lauren reminded him that the beauty contest would feature several costume changes. Still, he was nearly free. Finally...

“In there...” Lauren eased him away from the main festivities where the stage was still being prepared and towards a quieter room with few people and a bar. “There is still work to be done to make sure you win tonight...to make sure we win tonight... I have spent the last year turning you into hot shit, but remember, this is a beauty contest – and beauty is in the eye of the beholder!” She pushed Todd into the room and remained outside. He scanned the bar area's few occupants and immediately knew what he was here to do. A sick feeling formed in his stomach.

“Well, well, well...” An overweight man in a tie belched from a seat next to the bar. “If it isn't one of tonight's hopeful starlets! Why don't you come over here and take a seat? ”Todd recognised the man as the town's mayor and more importantly, one of the evening's judges. He knew any wrong move would ruin everything and potentially end in Lauren ruining his life with that video of him smoking weed. Reluctantly, he tottered over in his bejewelled four-inch heels, feigning shyness by playing with a lock of his bleached hair, and began to sit in the seat next to the man. “I'm sorry, I seem to have given you the wrong idea...” The mayor smiled coyly. “I meant here.” He patted his lap with his free hand. Todd smiled politely and before he could chicken out, he lowered himself onto the man. “Oh, this is very nice...” The mayor chuckled and pulled Todd deeper into his lap. He could feel the soft material of his skirt riding up and before he knew it, only the silk of his panties separated him from the man's lap. Two strong arms wrapped around his waist and something hard probed urgently between his asscheeks. “Very nice indeed.”

“I think I am starting to understand why you hate this town so much.” Todd muttered to his sister when he finally left the room. Shame at being so publicly degraded weighed heavy on him and a queasy feeling sat in his stomach. To think, after that, he still had to perform for the mayor and other judges like him. “I feel dirty doing that to get ahead. Hey, is that why you got disqualified last year? For trying to get an advantage like that?”

“No!” Lauren said coldly as she reorganised his skirt and brushed at his hair. “I was disqualified because I refused to do that...”

The Belle Ringer Part 1

“I still don't get it...” Todd muttered as he surveyed the darkness of the club around him, knowing that in just one more day it would be all lit up and he would be the central attraction. He played with a lock of his long blonde hair nervously. “If you hate this town so much, why do you want to win their annual beauty pageant so badly.”

“I see you are really getting into the dumb blonde persona...” Lauren sighed at her brother. “I'm not going to win their pageant – you are!” She chuckled as Todd blushed. It was truly something that after a year or this, she could still embarrass him. “I can't win. They banned me from competing, remember? But not you! Not my stupid pot-head brother. Just imagine how humiliated they will be when they find out that their tinpot bimbo parade was won by a guy. It will be the end of their stupid tradition! Even if you are hot...”

“But...” Todd began, but he had nothing. He knew by now when arguing with his sister was pointless. She had been preparing him for this for almost a year – a year of makeup, growing out and bleaching his hair, a year of walking in heels, a year of Lauren adding what he was sure were testosterone blockers to his food, a year leading up to tomorrow night. Lauren's creation was almost perfect – he was almost perfect - a cute blonde in a figure hugging white dress and legs to die for. He just needed to keep going for one more day and it would be all over. His year of hell would be over. All he had to do was make a spectacle of himself in front of the entire town. “But...what if I don't win?” He said finally.

“Oh, you're going to win!” Lauren replied confidently. “We both know how motivated you are. You hold up your end of this or that video I have of you and your friends smoking weed goes online and your college offer goes bye-bye. Besides have you seen yourself? Of course you have...” She waved her hand in a manner that implied Todd was hot and he blushed once more. “That said, we are here to remove all doubt.” She gestured to the nightclub around them. “This might be a club tonight but tomorrow its going to be pageant central and I just happen to know that a lot of the props are already here in preparation.” Lauren led him by the hand behind a curtain and sure enough there were boxes tagged with the names of several of the beauty queens. It quickly became apparent that they contained items relating to the talent portion of the show. Lauren immediately set about looking for ways to sabotage each of them – unscrewing part of a juggling slightly, bending a hoop, loosening the wheel on a roller-skate.

“Isn't that kind of dangerous?” Todd's heavily made up eyes flitted between his sister and the boxes.

“Not as dangerous as what will happen if you don't win tomorrow!” Lauren snapped. “If I were you, I would be more focused on your talent!” Todd blushed for a third and deepest time. Of course he was focussed on his talent. How could he not be? A year of pole dancing classes where you were the only guy left an imprint – even when everyone else though you were just another hot blonde in spandex...

 

Slot Shaming

 9/25

“Hey!” Gus spied the enormous figure of Bruno passing the open door of the surveillance suite and summoned him inside. Bruno sidled up behind his diminutive boss, who was perched on the edge of a stool like a budgie in front of a wall of monitors. Each screen depicted live footage of key areas of the casino's main floor. “Looks like Malone is up to his old tricks!” Gus tapped the central console. Bruno leaned in and then squinted, a puzzled look forming on his face. Malone was a notorious local swindler with a penchant for rigging slot machines, but the screen Gus was drawing his attention to showed an elegant young woman in a colourful form fitting dress sat at a row of slots.

“She's cheating?” Bruno frowned. His boss nodded and adjusted something on the screen's settings. The image changed and suddenly everything electronic within shot emitted a blue glow. “I see it.” Bruno exclaimed noticing the pistol shaped device in the woman's hand for the first time. “It's an electromagnetic trigger – exactly like the one Malone uses to stop the reels on the jackpot. But, I don't get it. Where is Malone? And who is the broad?”

“Watch.” Gus grinned like a Cheshire cat and dialled up the sensitivity of filter showing visible electromagnetic fields. Within seconds, the entire outline of the woman's body glowed blue like some kind of alien. “Do you see?” Gus asked. “It is some kind of realistic bodysuit device. That is Malone!”

“What the hell?!” Bruno's jaw dropped open. “But...he looks like a babe... Should I go grab him, boss?”

“Not yet,” Gus pressed his fingers together pensively. “First we send Bubbles.”

On the casino floor, Malone waved the magnetic device across the side of another slot machine and the siren of yet another jackpot rang out triumphantly. He grinned at the symbols all lined up and realised that this time he could see two of each. He blinked and then squeezed his eyes together. Even the facial muscles on this bodysuit felt real. It had been a convenient disguise - UltraReal bodysuits had vendors up and down the strip. Vegas was where people came to escape themselves after all. In his case, it was to escape his universally blacklisted face across every casino in town. He swayed on his stool and noticed for the first time that Bubbles the waitress had left him yet another gin and tonic. The high-roller treatment was nothing new to him, but that was seven now. Saluting his latest jackpot, he raised the glass to his plump lips as the room sloshed around him. A heavy, hairy hand fell onto his bare shoulder and spun him around. Through one half open eye he spotted a gold name-tag that read “Bruno”.

“Seems it's your lucky day!” the brute grinned cruelly. “Hurry!” He guided Malone up off his stool onto swaying legs. “You're due in the champagne room in five minutes. Lot's of horny guys just waiting for you to rub some of your luck off on them...”

Whatever Happened to the Hot House Part 1 (Hot House)

 The last time we saw Jared and the Hot House was in my four part series in Season 7. Here is a Part 4 but you can use the search functionality on the home page to find the rest.

All good things come to an end and Hot House was no exception. It wasn't that it stopped bringing in viewers – audiences were still lapping up watching Emi and her band of girls terrorize their five hapless sissies day and night. The problem was one of greed. The boys' torment made great television and yet the show's directors started to ask how they could make Hot House bigger and better – how could it make more money? The final nail was the news that the Network would be airing the lost Apprentits tapes in full and Hot House's lead showrunner chose to pull the plug so they could prepare a new show to compete. All of the show's remaining housemates were evicted early – with the show retaining the social media accounts of all of them, claiming them forfeited as a result of the show never properly ending. Essentially, there was no winner, so everyone was treated like a loser.

If Jared had thought things were tough the first time he left the Hot House, they were ten times worse the second time. Now, he had a pair of enormous breasts attached to his chest – the cost of re-entry when he had pleaded to be allowed back onto the show, and millions of people worldwide had seen him moaning like a common whore as Emi and her crew fucked him in the ass with their strapons. His implants had made him the house's favourite toy and the feeling was shared with the general public. Weeks after the show had officially ended, viral videos of him being ploughed from behind while the other sissies had their faces shoved into his tits flooded the internet. As you would expect, after their exit, there was no comradery between any of the sissies. None of them wanted to be reminded of their ordeal ever again. They wanted to disappear from the public eye and never come back. The tv show had kept their social media accounts and that was just fine. The difference for Jared was that he still had boobs – big ones.

With no income to speak of, desperation turned him to setting up a GoFundMe to raise money to pay for removal of the implants. His plight got plenty of public attention but next to no donations. Talk shows offered him air time to promote his cause but they insisted he do so as his feminised self.

“So...Jared...” The host addressed him as his eyes flitted over the studio audience. Everyone was staring at him. This was a mistake. Finally, his eyes settled on one of the cameras filming him. He could see himself in a screen attached to the device. The talk show's stylists had gone all out – glossy gaudy makeup made his eyes and lips look huge and the satin top he was wearing was squeezing his enormous tits to bursting point. The only thing that wasn't massive was the microskirt they had gleefully dressed him in. “So...” The host prompted once more to get his attention. “With a new season of Hot House on the way, and promising to be bigger and better, you must be getting some offers to return to the house? Surely, you have a figure in mind they would need to offer for you to join the Hot House for a third time?”

Director's Cut

 

“Look, guys...this is all a big mistake...” Kirk backed away from the two huge men. Both were totally naked, cocks like small veiny arms swinging between their legs. His ass bumped into a classroom desk and his arms shot back to catch himself. Like everything else in the room, it was a prop, and he forced a sheepish grin at the two guys. He had to get out of here – not just this room, but out of this bodysuit before things got any more out of hand. Even as his glossy red lips stretched wide in an empty grin, he was cursing his need to know the truth. Curiosity kills cats but it was about to do a lot worse to his newly acquired pussy if he didn't make a hasty exit.

“You will need to talk to the director about any changes to the scene.” One of the walking erections shrugged. “We just do as we're told...screw who we're told.” He smirked. Kirk nodded back, his whole body trembling. The suit's small breasts trembled with him and not for the first time in the hellish last twenty minutes, he marvelled at its realism. There was no wonder the two guys were looking at him like a hot cooked dinner, he looked exactly like a real fake schoolgirl and the experience felt as real as he looked.

“I can wait!” He replied in a light churlish whisper. Time seemed to slow down and for the first time in months, the idea that Lorna might be cheating on him was the least of his problems. Lorna was his girlfriend and until a few months ago, everything had been going great. Then she started going out at odd times of the night, coming back smelling...strange. Like sex? Kirk was sure it was another guy so one night he had followed her to a small warehouse on the edge of town. It was immediately obvious it was some kind of studio and Lorna had entered through some double doors and then another that had a sign “Actresses Only”. Unsure what to do next, Kirk had spied a rack of what looked like woman on clothes hangers. They were bodysuits, he had realised. He had read about them online – they were ultra-realistic costumes for perverts and anyone who needed to be someone else temporarily – as he had right then. Making a snap decision, he had grabbed the first bodysuit on the rack and taken it into a closet to stretch over his body.

“Here she comes.” One of the men that Kirk had come to realise were porn actors said. Finally, he thought. He could already feel the bodysuit's pocket pussy slowly expanding into his ass. Not only that, but he could not walk in these ridiculous boots. The image of being carted off to hospital like this flashed in his mind.

“I see you've chosen to use one of our bodysuits for the scene.” The woman behind the camera nodded. “That's fine. I get it. A lot of girls want to be able to work without worrying about friends and family seeing them online. Just know we deduct a small fee from your payment.” Kirk gulped. It was Lorna. She wasn't cheating on him. She was a freaking porn director. “Ready to start?”

“I...” The words wouldn't come. If he came clean now, their relationship was as good as over. If he said he no longer wanted to do the scene, he would have to return the suit right there and she would find out it was him – surely ending their relationship. He had to buy some time to come up with a plan. But how? “Alright...” He stammered weakly. “Let's do it.”

“Great!” Lorna smiled, adjusting the camera. “Let's start with you over there by the teacher's desk. Lance will be fucking your mouth and Steve will come in to get his hall pass signed. Then they will Eiffel Tower you over the desk and we'll go from there...”

The Wrong Panties Part 3

 

Callum bent at the waist involuntarily once more, this time dropping the phone he had been using for directions onto the moving walkway and giving any passersby an unobstructed view of his ass. He had experienced little control of his actions since donning those cursed white panties almost twelve hours earlier, but this was something else entirely. He had cut through the college buildings to make use of the moving walkways – anything to minimise the amount of walking he had to do, anything to minimise the amount of friction... Yet, he still felt like the buttplug was splitting him in half.

Callum hadn't confronted the sorority about the pills, of course. The panties would never allow him such a spine, though he had returned to the house and meekly dropped the drugs at Cynthia's feet. She had simply sighed, a resigned look on her face that said they were going to have to do things the hard way. She called two of the other girls, who led him to a large bathroom. When Cynthia returned, she parted his painted lips and forced a cold metal object into his mouth..

“I would leave it in there a few minutes...” Cynthia advised. “You won't want it to be cold. Not where it is going next.” She paused before adding. “...or dry.” Callum caught a sidewards glance at himself in the bathroom and saw what looked like a jewel protruding from between his lips. It took a moment for him to realise what it was and then his eyes went wide with panic – yet the Prison Panties held him in place, obediently awaiting his next ordeal. When Cynthia finally removed the large buttplug from his mouth, she unscrewed the bud from the stalk to reveal a hollow interior. Winking, she pushed the pack of pills inside before reassembling the sex-toy. Her comrades held Callum's arms tightly as the panties were pulled down just enough to expose its destination but not enough to lessen their hold over him. Cynthia mimicked a ball player winding up a pitch and slowly but firmly pressed the plug into Callum's waiting asshole...

'I'm a drug mule...' Callum thought miserably as he reached the top of the moving staircase. 'I'm a drug mule with six-inch heels strapped to my feet in a summer dress, my second dress of the day not counting the ones the sorority had me try on in the house, that doesn't even the cover the women's panties I am wearing that just happen to have me under some kind of chemically induced voodoo. Oh, and I am pregnant with a screwtop buttplug full of pills...' He arrived at the top and almost fell flat on his face. He couldn't breathe. It was as if the toy was squeezing the rest of his organs up into his lungs. He forced himself upright with a grunt and his asscheeks clenched even harder.

“You!” An authoritative voice called to him through the haze. “You're from Alpha-Phi-Omega, aren't you? Don't lie to me, Girly!” Callum raised his head to see a man in a campus security uniform striding towards him. “I know your sorority's racket and I know you know there's a toll.” The man paused and glanced around and Callum could tell he was looking for somewhere quiet they could go/ “It's the kind of toll you pay on your knees!” Callum wanted to scream – wanted to run, but the panties were already making him obey...