“You guys are gonna love this.”

Kyle glanced at his friend doubtfully. He was a great teammate, but his ideas sometimes caused more than a little trouble. Shrugging, he decided to go along, at least till he saw what he was in for.

As usual, the three friends drew quite a bit of interest, which Kyle had learned to accept as a matter of course. Together, they’d become known in this small university town as Triple K. Kyle, Kurt, and Karl. Quarterback, halfback and wide receiver, respectively, and the main reason their small school seemed destined to make the playoffs this year. Which, in this town, made them celebrities of no small order.

“So where are we going?”

Kurt smiled. “A little shop I heard about. Supposedly a magic shop, but I hear they also sell some real kick ass costumes. Perfect for tonight’s Halloween bash.”

“A magic shop that sells costumes?” Kyle wasn’t sure about this. “Doesn’t sound quite right, ya know?”

Kurt slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Hey,” he chided, “lighten up. They probably sell the costumes because they can’t make enough money on all the fake magic stuff they try to shove off on people. It’ll work out great, don’t worry.”

“Ok,” Kyle said, unconvinced, “if you say so.”

“I do.” Grinning, Kurt led his friends to a small shop well off the main streets. Inside, the air was musty in the way only old, rarely visited shops could smell.

“This looks promising,” Karl muttered, glancing at the shelves of bottles, vials and boxes, most of which carried no label.

“It’ll be great,” Kurt insisted.

“May I help you?”

The three young men turned towards the voice, seeing an older man who stood watching them with a mysterious smile.

“We’re looking for costumes for a Halloween party tonight,” Kurt said. “We heard you had some good ones.”

“Not good,” the man replied. “The best. You see, these are magical costumes. No need for makeup or tedious changing. You actually become your character for the duration of the spell.”

“A spell.” Kyle’s doubts came through plainly in his tone.

“Of course,” the man replied, still wearing that mysterious smile. “What else would you expect from a magic shop? And, of course, each costume comes with a complete money back guarantee if you’re not satisfied.”

“Can’t beat that,” Kurt said. “Ok, what have you got?”

“I think I have just the thing for three such famous football players.”

“You’ve heard of us?”

“But of course. So early in the season, and, thanks to the three of you, fans are already looking forward to playoffs. Now, let’s see about those costumes.”

Gesturing, he led the three deeper into the store, to a large box that sat at the end of a shelf. Opening the box, the man began rummaging inside.

“While I find these,” he said, “is there anything else I can get you? Something that would make your party the perfect success?”

Kurt grinned. “I doubt you could supply that,” he said, glancing at his friends.

“Indeed? And what do you think would make the party perfect?”

“Cheerleaders,” Kyle said immediately.

“Hot, horny cheerleaders,” Karl added.

“Hot, horny cheerleaders who would do anything they’re told,” was Kurt’s addition.

“Quite so,” the man said. “Unfortunately, you are correct in assuming that I don’t carry hot, horny, obedient cheerleaders in stock. Ah, here we are.” Straightening, the man held out three rings.

“What are these?”

The man smiled. “Your costumes. Simply put these on before you enter the party. As soon as you walk through the door, the spell will take effect, and your costumes will manifest themselves. Just remember, you become the character for the duration. The spell, meaning the costume, will dissipate when you leave the party.”

The three young men glanced at each other. “How much?”

“Only ten dollars each.”

Shortly thereafter, the three arrived at the party. Glancing at each other, they shrugged.

“Well,” Kyle said, “here goes nothing.” Nodding, the three slipped on the rings, then walked through the door.

Inside, it looked like the rest of the team had already started celebrating. Alcohol flowed freely, and several of the female guests had already lost at least part of their clothing. As the three entered, everyone glanced toward the door. All conversation died for a moment, then Jake, a linebacker, lumbered toward the door.

“And what are you supposed to be?”

“We’re the entertainment, Master.” Surprised at the words, as well as the voice, Kyle glanced to his left, startled to see a beautiful, buxom blonde in a cheerleader outfit where Kurt had been standing. A glance to his right revealed an equally blonde and busty cheerleader where Karl had been. Struck by a sudden dread, Kyle glanced down, only to see his own cheerleader outfit blossoming outward from the large breasts within.

“Um, guys?” Kyle was surprised by the soft, feminine sound of his voice. On either side of him, Kurt and Karl suddenly became aware of their new appearance. Slowly, the three began to back toward the door.

“Entertainment, huh?” Jake grinned. “Well, get on over here so I can take a better look at you”

“Yes, Master,” came three female voices as the three newly formed cheerleaders moved to stand before the hulking linebacker. Nervously, Kyle glanced back toward the door. If he could just get outside, this would end. If, that is, the old man had told the truth about the costumes dissipating when they left.

“And how do you plan to entertain us?” Jake asked.

“We will do anything you say,” Kurt replied, making the eyes of all three widen.

“Anything?” By now, the rest of the team had gathered around the three newest additions to the party. Kyle could feel every set of eyes there on him, examining him from head to toe.

“Anything you tell us to do, we will,” Karl said in a husky voice.

“In that case, strip.”

“Yes, Master.” Three sets of hands set to work removing cheerleader outfits, completely ignoring the commands sent to them by three desperate minds. Soon, three blonde, busty young women stood naked in the middle of the crowd of football players.

“Nice,” Jake said, reaching out and pinching one of Karl’s nipples. At the touch, Karl’s eyes closed and he moaned softly.

Oh, no, Kyle thought, realizing what they’d become. Hot, horny cheerleaders who would do whatever they were told. Exactly what they’d told the old man would make the party perfect.

“Well, then,” Jake said with an evil grin, “what should we do with the three of you?”

“May I make a suggestion?” At this, all eyes turned toward Kyle.

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you, Master.” Kyle thought quickly. “How about this. We will serve all of you in any way you say, but no sex.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“Just this, Master. At the end of the night, the three of you who hold your booze best get to each take one of us home. Once there, we will do whatever the winners want us to do.”

Kyle desperately hoped the team would accept this. If so, the three of them might be embarrassed, but there wouldn’t be any sex. And, once they left with the “winners”, the costumes would vanish and they would be themselves again. He hoped.

“Well,” Jake said, glancing around the room, “what do you say, guys? Make it a contest to see who gets these three beauties?” To Kyle’s relief, everyone eagerly agreed.

“Ok, then,” Jake said, “get to serving. Get to the kitchen and rustle up some more booze.”

“Yes, Master.” Obediently, the three moved toward the kitchen.

“What do you think you’re doing, promising we’ll go to bed with one of them?” Kurt asked once they were safely behind the closed kitchen door. Kyle explained his idea, and the other two quickly agreed.

“Of course,” Kyle added, “if you see a chance to get out of here before then go for it.”

“Better believe it,” Karl replied. “You know how these guys are. Deal or no deal, it’s only a matter of time before one of us ends up bent over a table while the whole team lines up to take turns on these bodies.”

“First thing tomorrow,” Kurt swore, “I’m gonna find that old man and beat the shit out of him.”

“I’ll help,” Karl said.

“Let’s just get through tonight,” Kyle urged, “and we’ll worry about tomorrow later.” The other two agreed, and the three began carrying cans and bottles to the party.

For the next hour, things slowly grew worse. As the team downed more and more booze, their attitudes toward their “entertainment” began to change. By the end of that hour, Kyle seriously believed there wasn’t an inch of his body that hadn’t been poked, pinched or prodded. Worse, this body seemed to enjoy the attention. His new nipples stood at a constant state of attention, and he could feel the moisture seeping down the insides of his legs. He’d tried repeatedly to get outside, but, each time he got near the door, someone would holler another demand for more booze, sending him to the kitchen instead.

At one point, Kyle realized that both Kurt and Karl seemed to have made their escape. Kyle scanned the room, but they were nowhere to be found. Suddenly, he found Jake confronting him.

“So,” the big linebacker said, “where’d your friends go?”

“I don’t know, Master,” Kyle replied nervously.

“Looks like they slipped out to me,” Jake said. “Trying to weasel out on our deal, I guess.” He shrugged. “Oh, well,” he said, “we still have you. Clear that table off.”

“Yes, Master.” Knowing full well what was coming, but unable to disobey, Kyle removed everything from the table.

“Now, bend over it, legs spread.”

“Yes, Master.” Helpless to disobey, Kyle bent across the table, feet wide apart. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched with dread as Jake unzipped his pants.

“At least you’re already nice and wet,” he said, moving to stand between Kyle’s spread feet. Closing his eyes, Kyle felt the first touch between his spread thighs. Gritting his teeth, he awaited the inevitable.

“Hey, Kyle. Get your ass out of bed.”

Opening his eyes, Kyle sprang to his feet. “Oh, hell,” he whispered. “It was only a dream.” Greatly relieved, he opened the door, watching as Kurt and Karl entered.

“Come on, buddy,” Kurt urged. “The party’s in three hours, and we need costumes.”

“Yeah, right,” Kyle replied. “Let’s go find someplace to buy them.”

“No sweat,” Kurt said, smiling. “I heard about this little shop that sells kick ass costumes.”

Kyle’s eyes widened. “Um, on second thought, I already have mine planned. You two go ahead.”

“You sure?” At Kyle’s nod, Kurt shrugged. “Suit yourself. Come on, Karl.”

As his friends left, Kyle picked up the phone and hesitantly dialed a number, hoping Brenda was still home.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Brenda, it’s Kyle. Remember you offered to make me a zombie football player for the party?”

“I do. I also remember you saying it was a stupid idea.”

“I’m sorry about that. Actually, I think it would be a great idea.”

“Really?” Even through the phone, he could hear her smile. A very pretty smile, he suddenly remembered. Actually, now that he thought about it, all of her was pretty. Maybe not as generously developed as some, but still very pretty in a shy, modest way. At this, another thought made him smile.

“Actually,” he said, “I’d love to go as a zombie player, but on one condition.”

“And what condition is that?”

“That you go with me, as my zombie cheerleader.”

There was a brief silence on the line. “You mean,” Brenda finally said, her voice hesitant, “as in, go as your date?”

Kyle smiled. “That,” he said, “is exactly what I mean.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes with what we’ll need for the costumes.”

“Ten minutes? Brenda, you live twenty minutes from me.”

“In that case, fifteen. I want to get this done before you change your mind.”

Kyle laughed softly. “I have no intention of changing my mind. I intend to go as a zombie player, with the prettiest cheerleader there.”

“On my way.” With a click the call ended. Kyle hung up with a smile, thinking, this could well be the best party ever. Remembering the dream, he shuddered. At least, for him.