Rebecca Summers was perhaps 5'6" tall, with long dark hair that hung down to the top of her luscious ass. She, like most of the Cheerleaders, was all tits and ass after Miss Stone's aid. As Cheer Captain, she held a special position of authority over the Cheer squad, especially new or problem members.
She was rich, loaded really, with multiple boy toys to do with as she pleased. Becca was sought after by all the jocks, invited to all the parties, and set to inherit her parents millions when they finally died. She was used to power and getting her way, and was the central hub of the social scene of the school. If most of the students really knew what she was into she'd have an entirely different crowd of admirers.
She was sending the last of the drama students off to stage, having just finished their makeup, when she saw Miss Stone and the new girl, Samantha Johnson, come into the makeup room.
"What can I help you with, Coach?" Becca asked cheerfully.
"Samantha here needs the 'special' treatment. Her style is simply dreadful so I need you to fix her while her supplement kicks in and I make a few calls to her home," Miss Stone said.
"The 'special' treatment? No problem coach, this'll be fun." Becca licked her lips slightly as she let her eyes roam up and down Sam. Not much to look at now, but after some makeup, work with her hair, once the supplement kicked in Becca was going to enjoy the new girl.
"Also, one more thing..." Miss Stone leaned in and whispered to Becca. Rebecca's eyes went wide and she smiled over at Sam. "Really? Oh this Will be fun. And I can have her whenever you don't need her?"
"She's yours to play with unless I'm using her myself. She's MY pet, but since you're Cheer Captain you may borrow her," Miss Stone said authoritatively. "Now I have to make those calls. Samantha, follow all of Becca's instructions." With that Miss Stone turned and left the makeup room.
Sam looked at Becca apprehensively. He knew this was the girl who had just made him cum by fucking him in the ass, now he was being left with her in charge. He considered running, then he considered what Principle Adams and the Police would do to him if he did. Instead, he sat down carefully what looked to be some sort of barber's or dentist's chair in front of Rebecca Summers.
"Alright, you're Samantha Johnson and you're a Freshman. I'm Rebecca Summers, a Senior, and Cheer Captain. That means you do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Unless Coach Stone wants you for something, I own you." Becca smiled sweetly down at Sam. Sam gulped and nodded his head once. Rebecca certainly was hot, and her boobs right at his face level made it hard to argue with her.
"Now lets see what we can do with your hair, leaving it like this is a crime. But a few things first." Becca turned and got what seemed to be a pacifier on a necklace from a drawer behind her. Dipping the pacifier in a clear liquid from a jar, she put the necklace around Sam's neck and put the pacifier in his mouth. "You're the new member of the squad, so you're the baby. If you're not talking or otherwise using your mouth, you will be sucking on this pacifier. Understand?"
Sam nodded again. The liquid had a strawberry taste and was actually pretty pleasant.
Next Rebecca removed the bunny ears band so she could work with Sam's hair. She put a pair of ear buds in Sam's ears and turned on an MP3 player. "Listen to this while I work. Just relax and let Mistress Becca take care of everything..."
Sam couldn't help but relax as he listened to the music. The lights of the room seemed to grow dim as he sucked on the pacifier, the catchy pop music filling his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep...
When Sam awoke he heard the chair rocking beneath him. Opening his eyes with a start he saw Becca, still in her cheer uniform, sitting on his lap riding his cock! She was really into it too, eyes closed and moaning as she slid up and down his erect member and gripped his ass with her hands. As amazing as that sight and sensation was, what got Sam's attention was what he saw in the mirror behind Becca.
He was a chick! At least, he looked like one. The biggest difference was the gigantic knockers he now possessed. They must have been DD's hanging on his slender frame. They looked huge. He had an hourglass figure with wide, ample hips and ass which really filled out the cheer uniform he still had on. His hair was done up elegantly in a high blonde bun on the back of his head, save for two curled tendrils of hair in front of his face which hung down from his forehead. Those were died blue to match what was obviously the school colors. His face even looked like a girls, with plump lips and a delicate little nose. He was in makeup; eye shadow and cat-eye eyeliner with long eyelashes, deep red lipstick and a little blush. He had earrings on each ear shaped like silver playboy bunny symbols, and his fingernails were done with the same deep red as his lipstick. He looked like a beauty queen, something straight out of a movie or a boys wet dream.
"Oh good, you're awake," Becca said as she rode him, shuddering in what must have been the latest in a long string of climaxes. "Don't worry about messing up your makeup, it's permanent so it'll last for years. Now the fun can really begin..." |