Published: Apr 17, 2024

My one-hundred and twelfth caption, featuring some interesting punishments for two guys who tried the whole "perving in the lock room" cliché.

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I had told John time and time again that trying to sneak into the girl’s locker room before the start of cheerleading practice was a stupid, idiotic idea, but I knew once he had his mind set on something he was going to do it, regardless of the results or any consequences. Thus, I knew I had to go with him. Even though I had my own, perverse thoughts involving the school’s cheerleaders, specifically Amy, I knew better than to act on them, wanting to focus more on keeping John’s ass out of trouble.

So, we did as John wanted, sneaking past the school’s cameras into the girl’s locker room and squeezing ourselves into some empty lockers. John managed to fit inside with little effort, but being a bit on the heavier side, I had to work a little harder to get myself into one as well. We waited quietly for half an hour before their practice for the day approached, the locker room filling with the beautiful members of the school’s cheerleading squad. All of them were here, including my crush, Amy, but even I had to admit the squad’s leader, Bethany, was quite a looker herself. I couldn’t see John’s face at all through the vents on his door, so I assumed he had ducked down further to avoid the risk of one of the girls spotting him. As it turned out, John wasn’t trying to avoid being spotted, he was doing something else.

As I watched Amy strip off her clothes, revealing her near-naked body in its full glory, there was a loud bang from John’s locker. All the girls near us flipped around to face the source of the sound, Bethany wasting no time at all walking over to the locker and throwing the door open. John was revealed to them all, pants down and dick in hand. He had actually been stupid enough to begin masturbating inside his locker, and subsequently hit the wall of the locker while committing the dirty deed.

“You disgusting piece of shit!” Bethany shouted, swiftly kicking John in his crotch and causing him to fall out of the locker, squealing in pain like the pig he was. I knew things were about to get far more ugly as all the girls gathered around, likely planning to give John the same exact treatment Bethany had just dished out to him.

I could have stayed in the locker, hidden, while John was beaten on, but against my better judgment, I threw open my locker to try and defend my idiot best friend.

“P-Please stop!” I practically begged, nearly falling over trying to pull myself out of the locker. Most of the girls sneered and backed away from me, but some actually giggled, watching me, a bigger guy, squeeze himself out of a locker he clearly didn’t fit in. “Please, my best friend may be an idiot, but you don’t need to kill him!”

“Kill him? Heheheh…” Bethany laughed, holding one hand to her hip as she smiled wickedly at me. “We’re not going to kill him, big boy… I’ve got something much more interesting in mind for him. You were at least decent enough to keep it in your pants, so I think your punishment will be a bit different. Consider yourself lucky.”

Her amber eyes glowed for a moment as she held her hand up towards me, creating some kind of orange glow around me. I fell to my knees, suddenly feeling very weak. My clothes became very loose as my body rapidly lost mass, even making the world around me feel smaller. The weight I had lost instead moved to my chest and backside as my body began taking on a feminine hourglass shape. I couldn’t believe my eyes as my shirt strained against a new pair of breasts. Finally, strands of hair fell down in front of my face as my crotch tightened for a moment, before a foreign sensation replaced it. Then, my clothes burned away, leaving me naked.

“Aw, you look so cute, Megan.~” Bethany complemented as I tried to cover my new girly bits out of a sense of newfound shame and embarrassment. I looked back to John, who, being the horny idiot, had managed to get hard yet again. Seeing his erect dick sent a new sense of… shock through me, getting me to screech. I couldn’t believe there was a guy in our locker room, jerking off to us as we got changed for practice! It was unbelievable, disgusting, and frankly… unforgivable. The fact that he was holding my clean uniform in his hands made it even worse, meaning now I didn’t have one to wear! It was the worst thing that could have possibly happened.

“You filthy pervert!” I shouted at him, Bethany quickly putting her foot against the boy’s head and forcing it harder into the tile floor. “Bethy, I’m not wearing that.”

“Don’t worry, Meg. You won’t have to.” She replied, snapping her fingers as her eyes glowed, something I had only had the privilege of seeing a few times before.

The human filth wearing a boy’s skin began floating into the air, suspended by Bethy’s magic as he began shrinking. After taking on a smaller size, his arms, legs and head began to pull into him, creating hollow spaces where the rest of his body used to be. His waist became a cute, perfectly-tailored blue skirt, while his torso became our school’s signature cheerleader’s uniform. Nothing was left of the boy, and all that was left was a perfect replica of my uniform, which fell into Bethy’s hands.

“Here you go, all fresh and ready to go!” She encouraged me, handing the newly-minted uniform over to me. I pulled it on, feeling a comforting warmth emanate from its fibers, while also being soft. “It fits you perfectly, Megan! You’ll have to make sure to break it in real good during our practice today, don’t you think?~”

“Oh, I agree.” I smirked, grabbing my pom-poms and jukebox as I followed Megan outside onto the field with all my other friends. “Let’s do this thing, girls!”

I put on “I Love Rock ‘N Roll” by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts as we began our routine, making good use of the perfect, cloudless sky we had today. Even though it was a bit hotter than usual, we made sure to perform each of our performances to perfection, even managing to pull off a flawless tower on our first try. By the time we were finished, all of us were covered in layers of sweat, causing all of us to glisten. Some of the football players shot wolf whistles at us as we went back in, getting us to smile and blow kisses at them as we grouped back together in the locker room. It felt like I was forgetting about something as I walked back in, but I ignored it.

Unlike Megan, John was having the opposite of a good time. Whatever Bethany had done to him had caused him to lose his voice and most of his senses, and those he retained had been shifted around to cause him some form of pain and discomfort. The simple act of being worn had made him feel a never-ending sense of nausea, and he was forced to taste and soak in all of Megan’s sweat. It was hellish for his human mind, but even that was fading away the longer he spent as a uniform. As much as he wanted to take pleasure in this odd, unique situation he had found himself in, it was impossible after what Bethany had done to him that day.

After a few more weeks, John’s perverted mind had completely shattered following the team’s performance at a championship. The long stretches of time spent immobile and in the dark, followed by bursts of movement, sweat, and drowning in a washing machine had thoroughly broken the former man. John now believed this was how things had always been, and Megan was its faithful Owner, even as she and Amy began dating following their 1st place win at said championship…