Sorority Experience: Chapter 11, The Party

I was still lost in the white abyss of the tablecloth that draped over me. I was wrapped around my girlfriend’s waist, trapped as a strap on that Brooke was making her wear. And Carley hadn’t said anything since the other girls left the table.

She shifted restlessly in her seat in that restless fidgeting that I knew so well. I gathered that she wanted to get up, maybe, hopefully, to confront Brooke. My crazy ex-girlfriend had convinced Carley that I had to remain as an object while we were visiting her sister sorority because of their ‘no men in the house’ rule, which she supposedly didn’t know about until arriving here a couple days ago. But some of the sisters who lived here had just revealed that Brooke was fully aware of that rule.

I don’t know how long we sat there, but it seemed to stretch on forever. Eventually, there was a bit of commotion and the voices of the various other girls started to reach me. Carley shifted and stood inadvertently ramming me into the bottom of the table. I hit it so hard that the whole table shifted with a bang. Carley stepped away from the table, and I finally got a look at her. She glanced down, her face flushed and reserved, clearly humiliated at suddenly being the center of attention, with a pick rubber cock sticking out of her dress, no less.

“Not used to having a widdle peepee, huh?” I heard one of the girls mock Carley’s clumsiness. It was clear that the owner of that voice was already pretty deep into the keg, her voice audibly slurring. By the look of the rest of the women in the backyard, they too had dipped deep into the drink.

Carley shrunk down, her expression putting her humiliation on display. Though the shaming eyes on her shifted away quickly, toward some kind of activity on the side of the house, at what looked like a gate in the fence. 

We fell in with the crowd of other women heading in that direction, where I caught a glimpse of several of the women leading three men into the backyard. None of them seemed dressed for the occasion, two of them dressed in gym shorts t-shirts like they were on their way to a basketball game, and the third was wearing jeans and a button down. They all gave a start and their steps slowed down when they saw the whole backyard of women staring at them. A couple of them smiled that tell-tale smile of a man thinking he was about to get lucky.

A flash of anger shot through me. The girls used the no-man rule as an excuse to keep me trapped as an object, and here they are openly bringing three men to their party. Above me, Carley put a voice to my thoughts. 

“I thought this was a no-man house?”I looked up to her, to see that she had turned to Brooke, who was now standing next to us.

“Just watch…” Brooke pointed to the men without looking at us. Carley turned back just in time to see several of the sorority sisters, presumably the same ones who had been sitting at our table, raise their phones.

In an instant, all three of them disappeared, falling out of sight as their transformed bodies dropped to the ground and out of sight. The gathered crowd silently watched as the girls reached down and lifted the transformed boys up. They had been transformed into strap ons like myself! At least now maybe some of the humiliation I was suffering would be shared…

The gathered crowd cheered at the reveal of what had become of their new guests, the girls hooting, whistling and teasing them.

“See?” Brooke said with a smile. “No men at all!”

Carley mumbled to herself as we watched the scene before us unfold.

“Pledges! Front and center!” the women holding the newly minted sex toys called out in a teasing voice.

Carley gave a start, but before she started moving forward, three other girls, apparently the pledges of this house, stepped forward. Carley and I watched as the three other pledges had the men strapped around their waists and their skirts hiked up just like Carley and I. Once they were situated to the older sisters’ satisfaction, the pledges were waved off, and they went back to the party and to their drinks.

The party continued for a while, Carley apparently getting more and more comfortable and less embarrassed at my presence. Maybe it was the drinks that kept flowing, the fact that three other girls now shared the same fate, or just that she got used to it. But after what must have been an hour, she was back to her normal self. I’ll admit that I wasn’t sure I was too thrilled about that. Sure I loved seeing her like this, but I really didn’t like the thought that she might be losing the fire to save me from this fate.

The party started to wind down and the girls started to show it. Many of them were sitting, and none of them had gotten a new drink in the last almost half hour or so.

“Alright, now that we’re winding down, we should let our guests go,” Jessica announced to the party, her voice a bit less slurred than the rest of the party seemed. “Pledges! Bring your toys over here, you too Carley!”

Carley walked toward Jessica, but her pace seemed slower than usual, almost as if she didn’t want to be the first one of the pledges to arrive. I watched as the other three girls approached as well, their own strap ons poking out from under their dresses.

“Alright, let’s get these boys back to normal…” Jessica started, but then trailed off. She was looking beyond Carley and over her shoulder. My girlfriend turned to see what she was looking at, though she didn’t turn far enough for me to get a look. After a moment, Brooke stepped into view, walked up to Jessica and whispered in her ear. Jessica laughed as Brooke stepped away. 

“Ladies, you can take off your… extra appendage,” Jessica instructed, waving her hand toward a nearby table, inviting the girls to put them down.

As Carly and the others removed us from their waists, Jessica waved over a couple of girls. I recognized them as the ones who brought the men to the party. Carley had me unbuckled by now and laid me down on the table while Jessica talked briefly to the other girls.

“Alright, so we have one final… let’s call it a show, before we break for the night,” Jessica announced to the gathered crowd. “I don’t think any of us here are squeamish, but if you are, this might be a good time to head inside!”

The gathered girls chuckled in a way that made me think there was some inside joke that I wasn’t privy to. Jessica nodded to the girls she was just talking to and one of them stepped forward. Brooke stepped up as well, standing next to Carley. When my girlfriend turned to look at her, Brooke met her gaze and then she nodded her head away from the table, clearly shooing Carley away.

Carley looked at me with a hesitant look, it seemed that she didn’t want to leave me there, but knew she had no choice, and stepped away. I watched her go for a moment, but my attention was drawn elsewhere as one of the other transformed men was lifted into the air. He was held at arm's length for a moment before the girl’s phone came out. A moment later, the jeans-wearing man was standing there, looking around nervously.

“So um… can I go…?” he asked no one in particular, eyeing me and other toys for a moment. “And um… what about them?”

“Don’t worry,” Jessica stepped forward, putting her hand on the back of his neck like the sexy female villain in a James Bond movie. “You and your friends will be allowed to go, but you need to do something for us first.”

Jessica looked to her right, her eyes looking at something on the opposite side of the table. I nearly jumped when I realized that Brooke was standing over me, already holding her phone. The second I realized this, another transformation washed over me. I was immediately taken aback by how big I was becoming. Whatever she had made me was bigger than anything else I had been transformed into yet, but somehow I still felt lightweight somehow.

My heart jumped into my throat when I felt myself gaining arms and legs again. Was I becoming human again? No, it couldn’t be, it felt… wrong, my body, while it was regaining the semblance of human, it was… misshapen. When the transformation completed, my point of view was different. Normally while transformed, I could ‘see’ out of any part of my body, but now my ‘eyes’ seemed to be locked into one position. Maybe because I had been turned into something vaguely human-shaped, my vision became locked into the face of my new form. It was all very disorienting.

Just as I was trying to figure out what I had become, I heard the girls around me hooting, laughing and whistling like they were watching a stripper at a bachelorette party. I directed my vision down my body, trying to get a clue. I couldn’t see much, but I did see two large, plastic tits. They had turned me into a female inflatable sex doll!

“So all I need you to do… is fuck the doll here,” Jessica started, but the cheering and hooting of the sorority sisters got so loud that she had to stop.

My heart sank. They were going to make him fuck me! What the hell! I had no idea how this was going to feel. With the way my vision changed with my human shape, I couldn’t even guess other sensations would translate. Would it feel like I was actually being fucked?

“Like… out here? Just… in the open…?” the man asked, his eyes going around the yard as if looking for an ally. But all he found were expectant, stern looks from drunk women looking for a show.

“Yeah, right up here on the table,” Jessica patted the surface of the table. “Either that, or you leave your friends with us. Who knows, maybe they would like being used by the sisters…”

“Well, um… okay…” he walked over toward me, moving around between my legs. I heard the sound of metal jiggling against itself. He must have been struggling with his belt. He was moving slowly, awkwardly, it was clear that he didn’t want to take his pants off, but knew that he had no choice.

The crowd around us hushed, but I could still hear the occasional murmurs. In my position, I was staring straight up, so at least I wasn’t forced to look at the girls as they watched this happen to me. Though I could see him hovering over me, looking down hesitantly.

“Well? Get to it!” Jessica prodded. “We don’t have all night!”

He cleared his throat, his face starting to go red. I felt his hands on my knees, pushing my legs apart. My mind rejected what was happening, completely unable to accept that I was about to get fucked.

“I bet he doesn’t last more than three minutes…” a voice, probably Nora’s, reached my ears.

He paused and looked over toward the voice, though he didn’t commit to finding out who it was. Instead, he just went back to what he was doing. I could see him fiddling with something, probably fishing his penis out of whatever underwear he was wearing.

“Well that’s not fair… he’s under a lot of pressure…” another voice said. “But yeah, I’ll take that bet!”

I could tell that the pressure was in fact getting to him, but he seemed determined to fight through it. He stepped closer to me and I could feel his warm, hairy legs on the inside of my thighs. Then, I felt something pressing against me between my legs, right where my cock and balls would be. It was the strangest sensation feeling something where my genitals should have been. It was like reaching for something with a phantom limb. But it didn’t stop there, I felt him pressing inside of me, the sensation weirdly arousing, almost as if the transformation app accurately emulated a women’s nerve endings.

The girls around us started hooting again, getting into the show. The man above me closed his eyes tight and took a hold of my hips. He pulled me toward him hard, driving himself deeper into me. I could feel him stretching out my newly minted plastic pussy. I must have been inflated to full capacity because I squeezed around his shaft tightly, making it seem like I could feel every vein and texture.

With his eyes still tightly closed, he started moving faster and faster, burying himself deep with each thrust. The girls around us never seemed to let up, their cheers, whistles and other teasing clearly audible, driving the stake of humiliation into me, almost going deeper than this stranger’s member. I could see him struggling, trying his best to block out their voices so he could stay focused on the task at hand.

“Don’t get distracted!” one of the girls shouted. “Get it done, I want to win this bet!”

“Nah man, take your time, have a little romance!”

The girls laughed as they teased, giving him advice, cheering him on, or trying to distract him. One of them that I didn’t recognize even stood over my head and pulled her dress down, whistling to get him to open his eyes, then shaking her naked tits at him.

He licked his lips as he watched her naked chest bounce back and forth. Then as she laughed and put herself away, he started to grunt and press harder into me, sending my own awkward pleasure skyrocketing. Finally, his pace slowed and I could feel his hot, wet load leaking into me. Even though this wasn’t the first time I had a man cum on me, this one seemed all that much worse. It was inside me.

Though perhaps even worse than that, was when he pulled out, awkwardly shifting away from me. While the girls cheered at the climax of their show, all the pleasure I was feeling fell away from me. For a moment, I even wished that he would continue. But then my rational mind took over and I was even more humiliated at that thought.

I lay there and watched as the other two men were restored and walked away, reminded yet again that while they walked free, I was stuck at the mercy of these sadistic women…