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Halloween Gone Wrong! by Throne
🕑 Added 2021-10-27 19:27:53 +0000 UTCHALLOWEEN GONE WRONG
by Throne
“This is going to be perfect,” Joe said, holding up the costume he had ordered. Can you believe how cool this thing is?” He admired the Night Spider outfit, with its familiar red and black design. “And it even has the built-in physique.”
His wife Mara said, “That’s fine, dear. And you’re welcome for how I fixed the order online, after you sent it wrong.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said distractedly. “I can’t wait to get into it.”
“Right.” She didn’t point out that he would be a rather short version of the comic book and movie franchise character. What else she didn’t mention was that she had discovered his dalliances with a certain curvy hooker, who was prone to big hair and heavy make-up. Instead, she said, “I guess you’re wondering what my costume is going to be.”
“Huh? Oh, right. Err, what are you going to dress as?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed, which he didn’t notice. “How about if we let it be a surprise for you.”
“Okay.” Still wrapped up in his own thoughts, he added, “I’m going to be the hit of the Halloween party.”
“I absolutely agree.” With the changes she had made in the order, including high-tech enhancements, she was confident that he was right.
The get-together was at the home of their wealthy new friends, Buck and Goldie Goodrich. It was a big rambling place, out in the country, that provided lots of privacy for their frequent, sexually liberated activities. They arrived early, because Joe wanted to suit up after they got there, rather than let anyone see him dressed as they entered. The couple was greeted by the host and hostess. Buck was dressed as a devil and his wife was an angel. They directed Joe and Mara to a spare bedroom upstairs, where they could change. After Joe stripped, Mara helped him get into the closefitting costume. The artificial muscles were expertly shaped. After that, she got out of her street clothes, to don a fancy double-breasted suit and flashy wide-brimmed hat. There were also two-toned shoes, that she produced from one of the shopping bags she had brought the outfits in. She added some fake gold chains, from one of which hung an oversized dollar sign, and her look was complete.
Joe eyed her disapprovingly and said, “You’re… a pimp?”
“A super-pimp,” Mara corrected. “Kind of like one of Night Spider’s foes.”
“Well, I mean, he fights Toxin and Dr. Squid and Jade Djinn, but there’s nobody in his rogue’s gallery who’s a pimp. Didn’t you say our costumes were going to go together?”
“Well,” she told him with a mildly amused expression, “let’s see how that works out.”
He was mumbling to himself but then started striking heroic poses in front of a full-length mirror and forgot his complaint. They heard other guests ringing the doorbell and being admitted. Joe made his wife wait, so he could stage a dramatic entrance. After the door downstairs had opened and closed a dozen times, he declared it was the moment to join the others. Joe insisted on leading as they descended the stairs. Mara followed, carrying one of her shopping bags. Among the attendees were a pirate, hippie, mad scientist, Cleopatra, and other familiar types. Joe was delighted to see that no one else had dressed as a superhero. As he entered the crowd, everyone got a good view of his costume. He figured they were also seeing Mara, and he wished she had consulted him before picking her off-theme get-up.
They mingled, with several people complimenting his choice of what to wear. There were also some favorable comments about his wife’s more daring choice. He didn’t like sharing the spotlight with her, but reminded himself that not everyone appreciated Night Spider as much as he did. All the guests had drinks in hand. He passed on that because he didn’t want to break character by raising his mask, even if it was only the bottom half of it. His wife was gabbing with Cleopatra when Joe felt the first intimations that something was odd. His outfit clung more tightly to him. Then the fake pectoral muscles began to swell. So did the glutes. Why were his chest and bottom enlarging? And how come the portion around his mouth was plumping up?
A moment later, heads started to turn in his direction. He glanced down, where some of the onlookers were focused, and saw the center of the ballooning chest area had split down the middle, revealing sparkling material underneath. What was happening? The hip seams separated next, to expose bright yellow, which ended at the tops of his thighs. Mara came to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
She innocently asked, “Is it okay, Joe? Did they follow my special instructions about what you ordered? It sure looks like they did.”
He tried to speak, but the expansion around his mouth was stuck to his lips. More attention was being paid to him. Mara began to peel away the Night Spider covering, assisted by his still growing contours. As she finished removing the pieces, he was fully uncovered, except above the neck.
“Whoa,” one of the guys said. “You look like a prostitute, Joe.”
Mara offered, “That’s why he had me dress as his pimp. Joe wanted us to wear complimentary costumes. Isn’t it fun, how his body suit…” She held her curved fingers in front of her own breasts, and moved her hands further out, to indicate big boobs. “… how it fills out? That’s something called advanced memory foam. It was activated by his body heat.”
One of the guests mentioned that they’d heard about the stuff, and how amazing it was.
Somebody laughed. “How much are you charging for him, Mara?”
“You know," she offered, "Joe wanted to give it away, to build up his clientele. He also said everybody should address him as Jodie. I know this is a pretty kinky crowd, so I told him this would be the perfect opportunity for him to act out his favorite fantasy.”
“What fantasy?”
“Oh, he’s been seeing this hooker named Crystal. I found out,” she said honestly. Then she lied, “When I confronted him, he confessed that it was his dream to be like her. To be really curvy and get used by men… and women. So, I decided to help him make that a reality.”
“Is that true?” one of the women said to Joe. “Have you wanted to do this… Jodie? Show yourself off as a hooker with outrageous curves? And get sold by a pimp?”
His bosom was still enlarging. With the original costume gone, everyone could see he had on a skimpy top and mini-shorts. But the mask was still in place. Like a stage magician toying with an audience, Mara gripped the back, to unhurriedly split it from neck to crown. Then she unveiled his face in slow motion. Everyone gasped, and then chuckled. The mask beneath the original one had high-arched eyebrows, long lashes, too much eye shade and liner, rouged cheeks, and bloated, carnival-red lips. That latter feature prevented him from forming words clearly. He stared out through the eyeholes, trying to understand what everyone was gaping out. That’s when his wife turned him and walked him to a mirror on the wall. He saw that he now resembled the lady of the night who he had been romping with. There were even nipples on his fake tits, pressing out against the thin material of his top. From the shopping bag, Mara took a tall wig. She coated the top of his new mask with adhesive, and planted the towering faux hair atop it, holding it in place for a minute while the glue quick-set. Then she removed the final items from the bag, a pair of shiny red hooker heels. She coaxed her husband to sit on an armchair, so she could put the shoes on him and fasten their buckles. Then she got him back on his feet, and smacked his big artificial rump, to start him walking among the other guests. He tottered around, limited to small delicate steps.
“This is so perfect,” their host Buck said. “I thought our only entertainment would be the usual pairing off we like to do.”
“But having our own hooker is much better,” Goldie emphasized. She went to Joe and slipped a finger between his outrageously bloated lips. “Oh, and his tongue isn't covered up or anything. It's ready for action."
“Exactly,” Mara assured her. “He can use his mouth to do anything a real hooker would.” Before Joe could gather his wits to try to respond, she took a squeeze bottle from the inner pocket of her suit coat. Uncapping it and poking the narrow end into his mouth, she said, “Here you go, Jodie. Something to wet your whistle.” When Mara put pressure on the plastic container, half of its liquid contents shot into her husband’s mouth. He reflexively swallowed. Then she tilted it up at an angle, and did the same again, to feed him the rest of it. Getting her mouth close to his ear, she explained, “That was something to relax you, lover, and make you more cooperative. I’d suggest you go along with whatever happens, if you don’t want me to drop you off in the red-light district after we leave here, in the middle of the night.”
He could feel his willpower draining away, and his inhibitions dissolving. Her threat was too extreme to even consider risking. At least while here at this house, he was safe from how strangers might treat him. After all, these were just some adventurous new friends who liked to play occasional sex games. He was ashamed to be seen the way he was, and to have them believe he wanted to appear that way, and for sexual things to occur. Still, Joe felt oddly detached and unable to prevent anything.
Buck and Goldie hooked their arms through his. They walked him to the corner.
“So,” Buck wanted to know. “Are you really into acting like a hooker?”
He nodded dumbly.
“And doing stuff for guys? And gals?”
Joe tried to form words but it seemed like too much bother. It was so much easier to simply agree, with another up and down of his head.
“That’s great,” Buck said, running his hand down Joe’s back. The costume was thin there, and the wearer could feel the man's touch distinctly.
“And I’ll bet you like having somebody play with your body, too.” Goldie massaged his crotch, sending him into ecstasies, which soon became very frustrating, because the hot pants didn’t allow for much expansion of his manhood. When he moaned, she concluded, “If you like it that much, I’ll pass the word about that you want plenty of tease and denial.”
Several of the guests got out their phones and took pictures of him. The guy dressed as a pirate told him to strike some naughty poses. Joe decided he had better cooperate. He stuck his hands on his hips and pulled back his shoulders, to make his bust jut out even further. Then the pirate’s date, in a revealing cat costume, said Joe should demonstrate his whore walk. He sashayed around among the revelers, who touched him freely. One of the men, in a hockey mask and jumpsuit, grabbed him from behind and ground his crotch against Joe’s fake ass.
When Joe tried to pull away, Mara explained, “Jodie likes to play hard-to-get sometimes. She wants to be manhandled. It’s part of her ideal scenario to be treated rough, to practically have her mouth used.”
The male attendees were showing more and more interest. Their wives and girlfriends didn’t mind if their spouses took advantage of Joe’s supposed desires, so long as they could watch him fulfill his slut role. With his face under that misleading mask, Joe couldn’t convey by his expression how revulsed he was at what was being suggested by his wife. How had she found out about Crystal? Two of the men took Joe by the elbows and exerted downward pressure, to encourage him to get on his knees. He suddenly found his face level with their crotches. One of them stepped in front of him and lowered his fly.
He told Joe, “Come on, Jodie. I paid my money and how I expect to get my rod sucked.” His tone became threatening as he added, “Get it out of my pants, bitch.”
With fumbling fingers, Joe extracted the penis. He had to be told to rub it, and when he did, it expanded impressively. Now he had a stiff, eight-incher poking at his artificial duck-lips. Joe opened his mouth wide. This was unthinkable, yet he was trapped into doing it. Better to fellate one cock here, then a succession of them in some dark alley. The organ’s owner shoved it into the mouth of the kneeling figure, who so much resembled Crystal. Joe fastened his lips on it, using extra effort to counteract the limitations imposed by the mask. His tongue wasn’t hampered at all, so he was able to run it all over the tool that was stretching his jaws. He held onto the man’s hips and sucked hard.
“That’s the way, you cheap tramp.” He was dressed as a police officer. “Give me a free blowjob or I’ll take your ass down to the station.”
The standing man thrust his hips, jabbing his rampant member against the back of Joe’s throat, making him gag. Then the guy took hold of Joe’s head – below that oversized wig, so as not to muss it – and pumped his face with short but violent strokes.
The stiff-dicked man snarled, “I’ll bet you love having your mouth used as a cock-socket. Don’t you, cum-slut?” Joe couldn’t answer. All he could do was to endure what was being done to him. The guy invading his face told him, “Close your lips tighter, you stupid ho.” He grunted, “That’s better. Now just let me pound you for another minute and… yeah… that’s it… I’ll be…” He went on like that briefly and then hollered a few obscenities, finishing with a simple, “Damn. Damn. Damn,” and then hosed the inside of Joe’s mouth with semen. The overwhelmed husband forced himself to swallow. When the man who’d just used him backed away, Joe toppled forward and caught himself with both hands on the floor. His big fake boobs pointed toward the floor.
“Hey,” said the following one who stepped in to take his turn. “Sit up straight, whore.” He was dressed as a biker. "Help me get out of my pants and give my cock a long slow sucking.”
In a drugged daze, Joe did as he was told. More pictures were taken as he sucked, swirled, and bobbed his face up and down on the tube-steak. Mara squatted down alongside him.
“Isn’t this wonderful, Jodie?" she said into his ear. "You’re getting all your secret wishes fulfilled. I’ll bet you’d like to lap his balls. Look up at him and ask if you can do it. Let him hear it in your sexiest voice, how you can’t resist the taste of a sweaty scrotum.”
Joe got his mouth off the cock but wrapped one hand around it. He looked up and fluttered his long eyelashes. His softened voice was distorted by those permanently puckered lips, but listeners could discern what he was saying as he begged, “Please, Sir. Let me lap your ball sac. I really want to get my tongue all over it.”
“Sure, Jodie. Give it a good washing.”
As Joe started to performing the odious task, the biker moved his feet further apart, to give him better access. The scent of man-musk was powerful. The wrinkled bag tasted sweat-salty. There were muttered comments from the audience.
“Can you believe he’s doing that?”
“I’ll bet lots of real whores wouldn’t sink that low.”
“But we know he enjoys it, like his wife said.”
“So, let’s give Jodie all she can stand.”
After Joe took a second load of spunk, it was their hostess's turn to use him. With the help of her husband, she tipped him over and lowered him onto his back. Then Goldie stood over him and raised her white angel robes. She had nothing on underneath. He made a distressed sound. Joe had never used his mouth on his wife's pussy, or any other female's. He considered it unmanly. In his current state, however, manliness was well beyond his reach. The woman lowered herself slowly, with the watchers cheering her on. She settled her moist fragrant mound against his face, right on his mouth. Goldie jogged up and down on him.
"Get busy, you piece of cheap trash. I want multiple orgasms."
Mara advised her, "Jodie loves to be talked down to like that. The more insulting, the better."
"Whatever makes the hooker happy."
Joe was moaning and making muffled sounds as Goldie ground her pussy down on him. When she rose up to let him catch a quick breath, he said, "Please, stop. This is something I never do."
"Shut up," Goldie barked, settling back down on him. "Do you want me to complain to your pimp?"
Mara stepped between Joe's outstretched legs. She bumped his compressed balls with the blunt end of her shoe. "Just tell me if she's not trying hard enough, and I'll give her a little reminder (bump) of what happens (bump) to one of my girls if she doesn't keep the customer satisfied (harder bump)."
He belatedly began to lick Goldie's pussy. She leaned forward and told him to suck her love button. When he did that, it got Goldie extra excited and soon she rocketed into her first climax. The event was especially juicy and Joe had to swallow the excess fluids that accompanied it. She had him lap her more slowly, as one orgasm subsided and she began to gradual ascent to another. He had to keep going until she had two more quaking finishes. His jaw was sore and it seemed like he would never get the taste of her out of his mouth.
Then it was Buck's turn. Instead of feeding his cock to Joe immediately, he said, "I'm going to save the sex stuff for later. Right now, I want to see how slutty this trick-turner can act. Maybe her pimp can get her started."
Mara was happy to step in and add to her husband's humiliation. She began with, "Why don't you go around the room, Jodie, and offer to nuzzle all the guys' crotches, through their pants? Go on, cock-lover."
Joe was relieved that he wasn't expected to perform more fellatio, at least not right away. But what he had to do instead was especially shameful. On hands and knees, he went to the nearest guy, licked the lips of his mask, and pressed his fake tits together, to make them bulge up out of his top's plunging neckline.
He was getting better at speaking through his face covering, so everyone could hear him saying, in a smokey voice, "Hey, stud. Want me to give you a BJ sample without unzipping your trousers?"
"That's a new one," the guest said. "It's a good way for a total slut like you to advertise. Sure, Jodie. Let's find out what you've got."
Joe sat up on his haunches. He took hold of the man's buttocks. His face was level with the juncture of the guy's legs. He leaned forward and rubbed his mouth against the covered cock, in slow motion. Men chuckled and women tittered. The recipient of Joe's attention bucked his hips against his closed lips. Joe could feel his cock through the material. It was so demeaning, especially because of the trampy attitude he had to show. The guy he was stimulating got hard. Everyone could see the bulge that formed behind his closed fly. Joe put added effort into keeping him happy.
Mara, still playing the part of his pimp, told Joe, "I know how cock-crazy you are, Jodie, but don't make him cum in his pants."
Another guy snapped his fingers at Joe. "Over here, Linda Love-Lips. Massage my tool with those pillow lips."
Joe shuffled toward him on his knees, his big faux breasts shifting around under his brief top. He got close enough to rub his cheek against the front of the man's pants, like a kitten trying to earn some affection. When Joe looked up, through the eyeholes of his mask, the standing guy was leering down at him lustfully. Joe would never be able to be around any of these people again, without cringing inside. As with the previous one, this fellow's cock was soon stiff. Joe put his lips against it and swiveled his head side to side, to maximize the effect of his efforts. His 'customer' grunted a few times before taking a step back.
Now Buck himself moved in. He said, "I'll have the same as your other temporary boyfriends. And then I know the perfect thing to follow it with."
Joe didn't like the sound of that. As he repeated his performance on the host, Joe was very aware of the rubbery covering over his body. Those bra-buster boobs and that jutting junk in his trunk branded him as a bimbo. His scanty clothing reinforced his unwanted identity as a whore. The tall wig and flashy shoes finished the picture.
After he got Buck hard, the man in the devil costume said, "All right, Jodie the Jizz Jar." He pulled a footstool from in front of an easy chair, until it was in the center of the room. "Get up on there, in your favorite position, which is on your knees." Buck was visibly enjoying the way he was disgracing Joe.
"Hey, Jodie," Mara said when her husband hesitated. "You heard the man. Do what your John tells you, if you don't want to end up between a couple of dumpsters, behind a bar, taking care of all the heavy drinkers."
Once Joe had elevated himself the way he'd been told to, Buck yanked down his top, freeing those heavy globes. The pants of Buck's devil costume were loose and it was easy for him to lower them. He slipped his freed cock between Joe's tits and told him to squeeze them together. While Joe held his round rubbery jugs against each other, Buck began to pump up and down, his member in the tight space thus created.
"Damn," said Goldie. "Buck is titty-humping that big-boobed bitch."
Several minutes later, Buck's arousal was peaking. He told Joe, "Open wide and suck the head, you filthy cum-bucket."
With his thinking still off balance from everything that had already happened, but with the drug his wife had fed him wearing off, Joe was torn. He couldn't figure any way to refuse, but was increasingly sickened by the idea of gagging down the contents of Buck's heavy balls. Despite his revulsion, he used his own lips to seal the mask's mouth around Buck's thick rod, just behind the engorged head, and sucked for all he was worth. He swirled his tongue around the fat knob. Buck growled, tensed up, and jetted his semen against Joe's palate. The kneeling victim managed to swallow it all without losing a drop.
Over the next two hours, as the party went on around him, Joe had to service more men and a few additional women. He tried to keep an eye on his wife, but she vanished for a while. When he spotted her again, she was with some good-looking guy in a street clothes.
Close enough for Joe to hear, she said to Goldie, "Thanks for calling your friend to come over and fill in for my otherwise occupied husband. I can tell Tom and I are going to get along fine. Would you and Buck mind keeping Jodie overnight, all day tomorrow, and then until Sunday afternoon, when I'll pick her up? The costume's designed so you can just pull down her shorts when she has to go potty... or if you want to get at anything that's under there."
Buck said, "It's fine with me, so long as we can keep taking advantage of her kinky fantasies. I have some buddies who I know would love to meet her."
Mara laughed. "That's a deal. Jodie gets to play her dream roll that much longer." She linked her arm through Tom's. "And I get to run off and have fun with a real man, which my spouse no longer is, and never will be again."
"Sounds perfect," said Goldie. "And you and Jodie will always be welcome here. We have get-togethers almost every Friday night, and Jodie will always be an asset. I mean, even after she gets out of that body suit, we can still doll her up. She could be our serving maid, in an appropriate outfit."
"And she could play her slut role every time," suggested Mara. "Just remember how she loves acting out, and pretending she doesn't actually want all the attention she gets. I wouldn't want anybody to imagine she didn't want to do all the dirty and kinky stuff that she'll be put through."
"I'll make sure to tell any newcomers that Jodie wants to be insulted," Buck assured her, "and can't get enough of being used and abused."
As Mara headed for the door with her handsome new heartthrob, Joe could only watch, still trapped inside the mask and that overly sexy bodysuit. Goldie tapped him on the shoulder.
She said, "Time to go back to work, Hot Lips. There are some folks who are ready for a second round with you. And after all of them leave, I'm sure Buck and I can think up some fun games to play, just the three of us and some sex toys."
Joe shuddered, inside his artificial skin. His wife was leaving him a prisoner of the kinky couple, with their voracious sexual appetites. And Buck intended to invite more guys to take their turns with Jodie. Joe wondered if he would ever regain even a semblance of his old life. He was almost certain that the answer was NO.
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