Halloween Hi-Jinks by Throne

A couple of college guys have been flirting with sorority girls, much to the displeasure of their regular girlfriends. With help from a science guy, the vindictive ladies take revenge at a Halloween party.

Halloween Hi-Jinks! By THRONE

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Halloween Hi-Jinks! By THRONE

Halloween Hi-Jinks

Halloween Hi-Jinks by Throne

It sure was great. So many of the kids from Riverbank High had gone on to the same college. It wasn't too far from their hometown, but far enough that they couldn't commute. That was okay with them, as they liked having dorm rooms that they could decorate in their own styles. Artie had posters of bands he liked. Richie chose sports items, including framed pictures of himself in his playing uniforms. Bitsy preferred to display some of her many craft projects. Verona, with her family's considerable wealth, had purchased expensive pieces of furniture and art prints.

Everything was going along well. The cafeteria food was swell, and Dad's Soda Shop was across the street from campus. Then the girls found out that those two guys had been hanging around the sorority house and talking with other coeds. Bitsy and Verona didn't like that. They were upset. The big Halloween dance, called the Fall Ball, was coming up. Everyone who attended had to wear a costume. That gave them an idea. They came up with a plan to make it so Artie and Richie wouldn't be visiting Phi Delta Daters anymore.

Their scheme involved another of the Riverbank kids who had entered the college. That was Milton, a science whiz who was always inventing things. They knew he had come up with plastic that could be pressed thin and made into clothes. He could make it one shape and then change it to another. The trick was that, when he used a remote control, it would go back to its original form. He was even able to do the same with the color of it.

The girls were able to take care of the rest of their plan themselves. They had both signed up for the cosmetology class, which was very popular with young ladies. In it, they learned all sorts of make-up tricks. There were also some advanced techniques in which they were trained. Two weeks before the big event, they showed Milton what they

wanted him to make. He liked their ideas. Milton was short and slim. With his size and those big glasses of his, he had never been popular with girls. Maybe he was jealous of guys like Artie and Richie. Soon he had created exactly what Bitsy and Verona wanted.

The two girls from Riverbank dropped hints to Artie and Richie about going to the dance with them. The guys hadn't gotten to know the sorority girls very well yet. They didn't want to rush anything, so going with their old gal pals from high school would be perfect. The girls even said they would provide costumes for their dates. Artie and Richie were pleased about that. They would be going to go to the Fall Ball as knights, with helmets and belted tunics and tights. There would even be daggers at their waists. Of course, the knives wouldn't be real. Milton would design convincing fake weapons. Like the costumes, they would be made of his special plastic.

On the big night, Halloween Eve, Bitsy was dressed as an angel and Verona wore a devil costume. The girls offered to help Artie and Richie with their outfits. They even said they could provide some make-up, so they would resemble Hollywood actors who were playing knights. The fellows thought that was cool. That appearance would impress the girls from Phi Delta Daters. Bitsy and Verona got the boys into their helmets, tunics, leggings and sandals. What they wore on their heads were open in the front, so they didn't cover their faces.

The gals used cosmetics from their cosmetology classes, with something from the biochemistry lab added. They paid special attention to the fellows' eyebrows and lips. Artie and Richie didn't understand why they needed anything on their mouths. When they tried to ask about it, the girls gave them so many compliments that they stopped their questions.

Also at the party was Milton. He was dressed as a spaceman. He had a helmet like a fishbowl. There was a ray gun in his hand, which he playfully aimed at other partygoers. He watched the two guys dressed as knights, as they ignored their dates and flirted with those sorority members. It was easy to see that Bitsy and Verona didn't like that. Still, they waited. All around them were students dressed as witches, animals, superheroes, doctors and nurses, and more.

Finally, Bitsy and Verona were ready. They didn't say anything out loud to Milton. Instead, Bitsy nodded and Verona gave him a wink. He understood what they wanted. The super-smart guy raised his ray gun. He aimed it at Artie and pulled the trigger. There was a soft humming sound that no one else heard. Then he pointed the remote control at Richie and pulled the trigger again. His two targets were not aware that he had done anything.

The first thing they noticed was that their headpieces were getting tight. Then the same thing happened with the belts of their tunics. They were standing in front of some of the Delta girls, to who they had been talking. Those girls stepped back when they saw the guys tugging at their costumes. Neither of them could remove his helmet or open his belt. Instead, they could only stand there as their costumes continued to change. The helmets softened and developed waves. The tunics turned pink and started to resemble short dresses. Artie and Richie couldn't understand what was happening.

When Artie ran his hand over his perspiring forehead, his eyebrows vanished. Richie's mouth felt funny so he touched his lips. They were swelling up. The Deltas raised their voices as they spoke to the flirty guys. Others heard how concerned they sounded and turned to see what was the matter. Soon there was a crowd around Artie and Richie, staring at how they resembled girls more and more. The tunics looked completely like dresses. The helmets had become plastic wigs with bangs. Even the daggers that had been tucked under the belts turned into something else. Now they were fairy wands, with big stars on their ends.

The people who saw all that decided it was some sort of a trick, meant to attract attention. They clapped and laughed. Some of them called out suggestions to the two confused guys.

"Show us how a fairy waves her wand."
"Let us see the way a fairy walks."
Bitsy and Verona closed in on them. They pretended to check the boys'

brows to see if they had temperatures. What they were really doing was to draw new eyebrows on, where their old ones had been. The ones they gave them were thin and high, like a girl's would be after they were plucked and shaped. As they stepped away, the folks watching them assumed it was part of the act they were putting on. They also noticed that the fellows' lips had continued to enlarge and also to darken. It was like they had applied lipstick. There were more instructions, these ones sounding impatient.

"Come on. The costumes changes are clever but we want to see you act like you belong in them."

"Yeah," said a lineman from the college football team. He was dressed as a caveman, with his muscular arms and legs uncovered. "Let's see you swish around."

Bitsy was still close to Artie. She advised him, "You'd better do it before someone makes you do it."

Verona gave a similar warning to Richie. The upset pair of guys, in their pretty pink dresses, began to mince about. The made people laugh. They were told to hold hands with each other and did it. Then they had to hug. That was so embarrassing.

With a laugh, another football player, this one dressed as a circus strongman, told them, "You're sissies. Do what sissies do. Give each other a kiss."

Artie and Richie were more upset than ever. It seemed like the entire football squad was making demands. The Delta girls joined in. The fellows in dresses blushed as they brought their faces close together. When their lips met, a cheer went up from the crowd. The guy in the caveman outfit put a hand on the back of each one's head and pushed their faces together.

"Go on, you pansy-boys. Kiss with your mouths open." Feeling trapped and threatened, they did as they were told. With their

mouths not quite touching for a moment, everyone could see how their tongues were sliding all over each other. The color on their lips didn't smear because it was not removable. Artie sniffled. Richie sobbed. The partygoers thought it was part of their act.

"Look at that," a Delta called. "The sissies are ashamed to be seen kissing. They're almost crying."

"Silly sissies," said one of her sorority sisters. "Maybe we should give them something to really cry about."

Someone had brought an initiation paddle as part of their costume. When Artie and Richie saw it, they shivered and clung together for protection. A couple of linemen pulled them apart. Then forced Artie to bend way over. A Delta pulled up his short dress in back. The stiff plastic stayed that way. He had nothing on under it. Bitsy and Verona smirked at each other. It had been part of their plan that the tights would melt away in that area. Only the leg portions were left, which now looked like stockings.

With the burly football player holding him in place, Artie glanced back and saw the Delta raising her paddle. He tried to say something but his words were cut off when the flat length of wood swatted his rear end.

"OW!" he cried. More blows fell. "OW! OW! OW!" He couldn't stop hollering. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Two footballers seized Richie. A Delta folded the front of Richie's skirt up and it remained like that. His male parts were exposed. She took a long pink ribbon from another girl's Little Bo Peep costume. Getting down on one knee, she tied it around the base of his genitals. She tugged the knot tight. Richie whimpered. Using the ribbon like a leash, she led him around the room. People in the back of the crowd now got to see him close-up. He hadn't fought back. Bitsy and Verona loudly commented that the guys must be enjoying what was being done to them. Others picked up on that idea.

"They're a couple of kinky princesses."

"I'll bet they'd like to play more perverted games." "Let's give them what they want."

Artie's paddling had halted while Richie was paid attention to. Now it continued. His buns were turned red. He bawled and blubbered. Poor Artie.

Richie was led to a girl in a sexy nurse costume. She was supposed to be a sex therapist nurse. That was why she was carrying a long vibrator. I looked like Richie's exposed penis but was much larger. Folks noticed the contrast and made jokes about it.

"The darling sissy doesn't have much between his legs."

"That's okay. Sissies like to have tiny ones. It makes them less like men."

Richie was led back to Artie. The gal with the vibrator followed close behind. The guys were positioned facing each other. Richie was made to bend over like his buddy. That put their faces directly in front of each other. The gal in the nurse outfit turned on her sex toy. She used the rounded end of it to tease the sensitive spot between Richie's bottom cheeks. He groaned but at the same time his dick grew stiff.

The Delta with the paddle was done spanking, at least for the moment. She told the two victims to hold onto each other's heads. They did it. Richie was panting from what was being done to his tight pucker.

"Now," said the paddler, "let's see some serious kissing. Pretend you're on a sissy date. Demonstrate how you can't resist each other."

What could the guys do? They were surrounded by people expecting the show to go on. They fitted their mouths together. Artie wanted to say something but his mouth was suddenly full of Richie's tongue. Richie wanted to tell the girl with the vibrator to stop, except that it felt

too good. A pretty miss in a French maid outfit used her feather duster

between Artie's legs, tickling his sensitive member. Soon, he was hard like Richie. Their kissing got wetter, with saliva running down their chins. That led to more remarks from the onlookers.

"Whoa! They are SO into it."
"These two should marry each other."
"Except that they'd probably be even happier with two big hunky dudes."

That last thought brought two husky members of the school wrestling team to where the sloppy kissing was taking place. They looked at the kissers and then at each other. They shared nasty grins. Then they stepped in to pull Artie and Richie apart. They repositioned them on their knees, so they were side by side, still facing in opposite directions. Now the dudes in dresses could see each other. Their eyes went wide as the two jocks pulled out their own organs. Both of them had so much more than what the losers were showing. The wrestlers rubbed themselves against the waiting wet mouths. That got them fully rigid.

"No," Artie moaned. "Not that," Richie sniveled.

But the big guys were not to be denied. They forced themselves between the available lips. With some encouragement from the paddle, both Riverbank graduates were soon sucking. Phones began to appear. Pictures were taken. Photographers squatted to obtain better angles.

"It's true," someone concluded. "Those prancers are natural sissies." "They were born to be used."
"I can't wait to see them swallow."

Artie realized that he would have to do that. Richie didn't know if he'd be able to handle it. They held onto the muscular legs of the

brutes using them. To everyone seeing it, there was no question that those two on their knees were having the time of their lives.

Just in case there might be a doubter in the room, Bitsy loudly declared, "I bet they'll end up being available to any guy who wants them for the rest of the year."

Not to be outdone, Verona announced, "I'm sure they'll be wearing panties under their boy clothes every day. Anyone who doesn't believe it can make them show their undies on demand."

Both of the sucking students still had unwanted erections. They made choking sounds but didn't stop what they were doing. At the same time, both the guys to who they were attending to began to grunt. Then they jerked their hips and it was plain that they were finishing. The kneelers gagged down plenty of warm cream. Some leaked out and ran down their chins and dripped onto the plastic bodices of their dresses. The crowd broke into wild applause, with lots of yelling. More pictures were taken.

After that double climax, music began to play and couples danced. Artie and Richie staggered to the side of the room and collapsed into a pair of folding chairs. They eyed each other helplessly. Two more big bruisers came and blocked them in.

From a distance, Bitsy and Verona saw what was taking place. They shared amused grins.

"Well," Bitsy declared, "I don't think the girls from Phi Delta Daters will want anything to do with them after that."

"For sure," agreed Verona. "But now, neither do I." She chuckled. "On the other hand, I've heard that there are some unattached fraternity brothers here. I know we can find some substitutes for our lost loves."

"I can't wait to tell Artie and Richie all about their replacements." "And we can give our rejects some refresher lessons, to make sure they

never get any ideas of crossing back out of sissy territory again." "Never."

"And we still have three more years of college after this. I wonder what they'll be like by the end of that."

Both girls laughed out loud. They were going to have so much fun emasculating their former dates and getting to know all their new ones.