Patsy by Proxy! By Tina Majors (53 Pages) (Patreon)

Patsy by Proxy!

By Tina Majors

Concept by Devin Dickie

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

Patsy by Proxy!

By Tina Majors

Concept by Devin Dickie

Chapter One

Not all friendship groups are equal. I mean, I guess it’s to be expected that in any social group there will be a hierarchy and as a result of that there will the Queen Bees and then all of those who come underneath.

Well, in senior year at high school that was very much the case. It just so happened that my little group was pretty much top of the tree. I had just turned eighteen, and you could say pretty much met every single expectation of what the High School bitch stereotype looked and acted like.

Tall and slim? Yup.
Perfectly soft, smooth, long blonde hair? Uh-huh.
The kind of sharp, relentlessly judgemental eye that took

no prisoners? One hundred percent yes.
I was known as Mean Girl Heidi and everyone knew not to

get on the wrong side of me, that was for sure. It wasn’t just that I could make someone’s life difficult with a few bitchy comments. It was more than that. I had a side to me that once I set my mind to taking someone down a peg or seven, I would set my laser focus on doing just that.

I could be utterly relentless.

But I wasn’t alone. My best friend since... I can’t even remember when... was Naomi. We shared the exact same birthday, which was great for parties, but that was where the physical similarities ended. Naomi was a little bit shorter than me, had the most perfect ebony skin, and the kind of waist to booty ratio that got every single male and female on our high school campus ready to break out into a sweat. She really had the kind of booty that even I, pretty much as straight as you could get, would occasionally fantasize over, especially if we’d just shared a hot tub together at my parents’ house.

Anyway.

Another thing I totally admired about Naomi was that she could keep up with me in the cruel, cutting, and outright mean comments and observations of our fellow Close Oaks High pupils and staff members. I mean, sometimes I wondered if she was even meaner than me...

Well, maybe not.

There was only one Queen of Mean, and I was her.

Rounding up our little group was Beth. She wasn’t as athletic as us, or to put it differently, she was a little bit of a dork. when me and Naomi were doing lacrosse squad training or working on our front crawl in the pool, she preferred to spent time with the Film Club, or studying for her Advance Calculus class.

The funny thing about Beth was that despite her outwardly nerdy vibe, I’d heard quite a few of the guys at school referring to her supposedly killer body. Well, maybe if you like that kind of super-big tits, pale alabaster skin, sparkling crystal blue eyes kind of thing. To me, she was a little on the chubby side to be considered anything approaching a babe... there was something about her big, bouncing titties that just looked kinda dumb to me – and make no mistake, I often teased her about it too, much to her embarrassment.

There was something about watching Beth blushing and holding her hands across her heaving chest that was just so... amusing. I mean, be honest, there’s nothing better than having a laugh at someone’s expense, is there? Naomi would join in the teasing too, pinging Beth’s bra strap and even pinching on her nipples through her clothes sometimes. Yet, time and time again, Beth just went along with it and kept wanting to hang out with us.

The perfect situation, we had her just where we wanted her.

During school time Naomi and me would really pay her all that much attention, in part because we were usually too busy flirting and cock-teasing the football seniors, but outside of school was a whole other thing.

Beth was rich.
Or to be precise, her parents were.

You know the kind of rich where someone has a house so big that you seriously don’t even know if you’ve even been in every room? That was the case with Mr and Mrs Jensen. They were also the kind of rich that meant they were often away either on international business meetings or taking last minute luxury spa weekends in whichever tropical island took their fancy that month.

With Beth having turned eighteen at the start of the academic year, it meant that they had become even more relaxed about leaving her alone at home. She was old enough, she was trustworthy, and they kind of knew that they weren’t going to be returning to a trashed, partied-out house. What all this meant was that Beth’s place was a perfect post-school and weekend hang-out spot for me and Naomi.

Oh, and Beth too of course.

Put simply, with a fitness suite and indoor and outdoor pools as luxurious as Beth’s, we probably would have hung out with her even if she was the least socially acceptable person in the whole student body.

So, another Friday night came around and Beth’s parents were out of town of course, this time at some kind of mysterious resort in the Caribbean. I sent Beth a text and told her that me and Naomi would pick her up from school after we had finished our respective after-school activities, and after that we would

drive over to her place and have a night of movies, talking trash, and maybe even a little makeover fun.

And that is where things got interesting.

The kind of interesting that would change not only how we viewed Beth, but how she viewed herself too...

Chapter Two

“I mean, you look better, I guess?” I said, leaning back in the comfy, squishy seat in the corner of Beth’s bedroom. “Naomi, what do you think?”

I looked over to Naomi and watched as she looked Beth up and down. It had taken a bit of persuading, but we had managed to get Beth stripped down, totally naked, and then set about her Mom’s makeup cupboard and walk-in closet to get her as slutty looking as possible.

“Those titties... I could probably milk them,” Naomi laughed, towering over Beth and running her bright red nails over the white, fleshy cleavage that was on display. “Don’t go thinking you’re all that. Okay, Beth?”

I laughed as Beth self-consciously looked at herself in the mirror. With her mom’s push-up bra and a low-cut black top, contrasting perfectly with her skin-tight white denim shorts that revealed a huge chunk off ass on both sides, she really did look like the kind of slut the football team would love to have fun with.

Not that I was about to admit that.

Far from it.

“Did you hear Naomi?” I said, my arms firmly crossed and my pink Gymshark one-piece clinging to my slender, perfectly proportioned body. “We may have turned you up from a solidly dorky four out of ten to a five, maybe five and a half... but don’t go getting any ideas above your station.”

“Sure, whatever,” Beth replied, a slight hint of defiance in her voice, clearly now a touch empowered by seeing herself looking like this. “Thanks for the makeover guys.”

If I hadn’t known better, I might even have thought she was sassing us a little bit in that moment. I looked over to Naomi and could tell that she was thinking the exact same thing as me. Well, as much as I didn’t like to admit it, I actually felt a little bit of admiration at seeing this hint of another side to her.

Still, I wasn’t going to let her off scot-free.

“So, now you’re this big-shot sexy slut, you going to ditch Patrick then?” I said, knowing that aiming a shot at Beth’s boyfriend would get a reaction and bring her feet back down to earth. “I mean, jeez, I honestly didn’t even see what you could ever have found attractive in him, even before your makeover.”

Naomi wasn’t going to miss a chance to get her two cents worth either...

“I mean... who even dates whiteboys these days?” Naomi said, making a big display of waggling her pinkie finger. “Little

bodies, little attitudes, oh and of course... little maggot dicks too.”

Naomi and I burst into laughter as we watched Beth squirm, clearly stumped as to what to say in response. This was very much more like our normal dynamic.

Regular service had resumed, that was for sure.

“Honestly, it’s like not even socially acceptable to date a whiteboy,” I sniggered, winking in acknowledgement towards Naomi. “Anyone who is anyone is on the lookout for a big, hung, black bull to take care of their needs. Even so-called straight whiteboys themselves are getting into the whole interracial BBC porn thing these days, jerking their little pencil dicks to the sight of monster black dicks smashing tiny little white pussies over and over, doing the kinds of things to women that they could only dream of. Right, Naomi?”

Seeing how much Beth was blushing was all the encouragement that Naomi needed to keep this up. This was our chance to really lay into the one thing no makeover could change for Beth, that one thing being Patrick.

“Is his white-winky even big enough to titty fuck you?” Naomi said, grabbing Beth’s breasts and squeezing on them, delighting in the look of sheer embarrassment on her face. “I bet Patrick is such a bitch he hasn’t even tried to get his dick inside you, has he?”

“We’re... we’re... taking it slow,” Beth replied, a tiny hint of hesitancy in her voice that suggested to me that our words were hitting home a little too closely for comfort. “We’re solid. We really are. Patrick is like the sweetest guy ever.”

The sweetest guy?

Naomi and I burst into laughter again, Beth’s defence of her admittedly cute, but totally wimpy boyfriend, holding absolutely zero stock with us.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” I said. “How about you show us exactly how sweet he is? I think you should get him onto Zoom, show him your makeover, and then tell him how you’re choosing your Friday evening to be with us, your friends, over him.”

“But... I don’t want to do anything to upset him...”

“No buts, Beth,” Naomi said, cutting her off. “If you really do think this makeover is enough to hang out with us a bit more at school, then you need to prove to us how much you want it. You know, show us what you’re really made of.”

“I guess...”

“No, you don’t guess,” I said, making sure that my voice was firm enough so that it was clear I wasn’t fucking around. “No guessing about it. You know. What’s going to happen is that me and Naomi are going into the next room with your iPad and we’re going to be listening and watching the Zoom.”

“Yeah, like coaching you on what to say,” Naomi said, plugging in her EarPods. “You just do what we say, and we’ll have you acting like the perfect Mean Girl in no time. Who knows, there might be some other benefits to it too.”

I could see that Beth was thinking about it.

Probably doing the math in her head about what was worth more to her, the risk of upsetting her bitch of a boyfriend or crossing me and Naomi. Of course, there was only ever going to be one winner...

“Okay, yeah, why not,” Beth said, picking up her large iPad and placing it on the desk by her bed. “Patrick will enjoy seeing me like this too, I guess.”

“Oh, sure he will,” I said, knowing exactly what the pathetic little nerd would be thinking when he saw his big-tittied girlfriend dressed like this. “He won’t know what hit him.”

Chapter Three

With the adjoining door open, and Beth nervously getting herself ready for her Zoom to connect with Patrick, Naomi and I took our seat on the guest suite bed. With our earpieces firmly in place, ready and connected with the tiny white Ear Pod in Beth’s left ear, we were all set.

“I say we let her ease into things, then we can slowly turn the heat up,” I said to Naomi, her wicked grin telling me exactly how she felt about my suggestion. “Okay, here we go!”

We sat and listened, half watching Beth across in her room and half watching Patrick as he appeared on our screen, totally unbeknown to him. To begin with, the conversation was all pretty normal, kind of the sappy, high school kind of shit I’d expect to hear on some type of teen drama, Patrick’s eyes practically popping out of his head at this new, improved version of Beth. Of course, it he had been any kind of real man instead of a typical short, weak, utterly pathetic white specimen, he would have put his iPad down and driven over to Beth’s house right that second.

But he wasn’t a real man, not even close.

It simply was not good enough.

“Beth, remember our deal,” I said, speaking into my phone and watching as Beth instinctively looked over towards me before quickly looking back at her own screen, presumably not wanting to arouse her little loser boy’s attention.

“Bitch, you tell that little jackoff what’s up,” Naomi said, clearly lacking in patience. “Don’t make me come in there with you and spank your ass live on camera in front of his virgin eyes.”

Well, Naomi really truly only had one way of dealing with things. But she got shit done, there was no denying that...

“I, um, you know, I’m having Heidi and Naomi over right,” Beth said, spluttering over her words a little. “They’ve been talking, well we all have actually, and...”

Just say it.
Just spit it out...
“I just wanted to say that... I chose-”
Patrick was visibly getting nervous at this point, clearly

sensing that something was up, but at the same time obviously having no idea as to exactly what was going on. Before Beth could go any further, her decided to take matters into his own hands in a most surprising, and totally hilarious way...

“Oh my God!” Naomi squealed, nearly falling off the bed in shock as Patrick unzipped his pink chinos and pulled out what was an absolutely tiny dick. “It’s like a fucking baby’s dick!”

I looked over to Beth and saw that she was laughing too.

Except Beth’s laughter didn’t seem mean like mine and Naomi’s. It was like she actually found this funny, and also maybe even more shockingly, didn’t seem to think she was looking at the most useless, barely-there, whiteboy pin-dick imaginable.

“I don’t think she gets it, does she?” I said to Naomi, laughing as I continued to watch Patrick wave his dick around the screen, totally oblivious to the fact that he was exposing his maggot-dick to the two most intimidating, meanest girls in school.

“We need to help her,” Naomi said. “And we can have fun doing it too. Here, look.”

With that, Naomi hit record on the Zoom screen to ensure that whatever happened next would be captured for all eternity. With this footage, both Beth and especially Patrick would be ours, totally vulnerable and at our beck and call, fearful of saying or doing the wrong thing that would result in us showing the whole school this video.

“Beth, I need you to follow my instructions now,” Naomi said, her voice calm and clear as she spoke. “Tell Patrick he has a little dick. Tell him he has a cute little cock that’s the same size as your pinkie finger.”

I could see Beth blushing and squirming as she heard Naomi’s words in her earpiece. But, probably knowing that she

had no choice, she did indeed repeat Naomi’s words. Each and every one of them.

I watched as Patrick blushed, laughing nervously as Beth continued, prompted by Naomi of course...

“You’ve got a tiny little clitty for a dick,” Beth said, her voice nervous at first but gradually getting more confident. “I’ve Googled it, and the average real dick size is seven inches. Measure yours for me, honey. Tell me exactly how small your thin little twig is.”

“It’s... um... three inches,” Patrick spluttered, his cheeks flushed red, his nervous smile not coming close to hiding the humiliation he was feeling as he held a wooden ruler up against his throbbing dick.

“Now, while the average is seven inches, a big dick is more likely to be ten, eleven, even eleven and a half inches,” Beth continued. “How many times bigger than yours is that?”

Patrick was struggling now.

Struggling bad.

His voice was all over the place, and he was struggling to get his words out. But all the while, I couldn’t help but notice that his dick was still rock hard. If anything, it looked like he was about to make a big, sticky mess all over his lap.

“I said, how many times bigger than your clit is a real dick?” Beth repeated, her voice actually a little firmer now, almost like she was settling in a little to this new dynamic.

“Nearly... four... times... bigger... than...” Patrick said, breathless. “Nearly four times bigger than my clit.”

Then, just as I suspected, his ridiculous boner began to erupt. Two, three, then a fourth spurt later, his hand was covered in his stupid whiteboy cum and both Naomi and I looked at each other.

We had him exactly where we wanted.

We had Beth where we wanted too. We may have wanted to break them up, but what was far more appealing now was to toy with Patrick, use him for our amusement, as entertainment. The only question now was, how would we progress this? Just how much could we make this stupid excuse for a boyfriend suffer? If anyone was up to the task, it was me and Naomi – and maybe Beth too...

Chapter Four

After the Zoom call with Patrick ended, and with my mind racing with possibilities, we all settled down and spent the rest of the night chatting away. I thought it was important to reward Beth for following our instructions, make her feel like she was a step closer to being a true Mean Girl alongside me and Naomi.

I figured that the sweeter we kept Beth, the more likely she was to push it further next time...

So, after a pretty normal week in school, with Beth sitting with us for lunch on a couple of days, Friday came around again. Naomi and I had been talking all week about what we could do, and how we could humiliate Patrick further. The key was to get Beth looking extra hot again – and, yes, I had to admit it to myself that she did actually look incredible. I mean, it wasn’t like I was jealous or anything, but her huge titties definitely were a thing of beauty when she put them on display. I decided that we’d go for something that was sure to set Patrick off and make him as pliable as possible...

“But... I’m not a cheerleader?” Beth said as I handed her a spare cheer squad top I had stolen from the coach’s storeroom. “And this top... seems different?”

Beth was right. It was different. I had cut away the bottom half to effectively turn it into a crop top. This would have the dual effect of revealing Beth’s soft, yet toned, stomach while at the same time drawing even greater focus onto her titties as they struggled to be reined in by the remaining material.

“You want to look like a slut for Patrick though, right?” Naomi said, a sensual yet slightly menacing tone in her voice, just about clear enough to keep Beth on her toes and let her understand that she wasn’t to get too comfortable around us yet. We were both definitely still able to take her down, and she needed to be aware of that. “Now be a good bitch and strip down and get into the crop top. Oh, and you can wear these panties to go underneath your plaid skirt.”

Naomi handed her a pair of regulation cheerleading panties, except they were actually a couple of sizes too small for Beth, causing them to immediately ride up her ass and barely cover her pussy either. It annoyed the hell out of me at the time, but as I watched her getting dressed, I couldn’t help but feel my own pussy tingle and moisten at the sight of her.

“Hurry up!” I said, trying to make myself snap out of it. “Patrick is calling, look.”

I handed Beth her iPad and made my way out of the room along with Naomi. It was time for this Friday’s fun to begin...

“Okay, Pat, I’ve got something to confess,” Beth said, Naomi feeding her words into her earpiece. “You know how much I love you, right?”

I laughed as Patrick nodded his head and encouraged Bet to keep speaking. He was so vulnerable, naïve, weak. It was seriously pathetic to witness him, but at the same time it was almost cute.

Almost.

I guess he was just doing what all the whiteboys at school did and acting grateful to have a girlfriend at all. I looked at Naomi and shook my head in disgust, the sight of Patrick drooling over Beth’s titties, his sad little boner almost certainly already bursting to get out of his chinos, was just too much.

“Well, as much as I love you,” Beth continued. “It’s just... I’ve got a little crush on a guy. Well, not a little crush actually. Quite a big one. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. Not at all, baby. It’s just he’s so different to you.”

“Um, what do you mean different?” Patrick said, trying to act cool and calm over what he was hearing.

“Well, he’s black for a start,” Beth said.

“Now, giggle!” Naomi said, prompting Beth to giggle, obeying her orders to the letter. “Your little whiteboy needs to know that his girlfriend is curious about black guys. Keep

talking, tell him how different black guys are. Don’t worry, if you run out of things to say, we’ll help out.”

This was a great idea.

Naomi allowing Beth to freestyle for a second would give us a little bit of an insight into her mind, see if she actually had any of her own fantasies locked in there, the kind of thing she had probably never confessed to any of her dweeby friends in Film Club, French History, or whatever other nerdy school societies she was in.

“Yeah, it’s just... he’s, like, bigger,” Beth said, blushing, obviously having more to say but feeling self-conscious.

“Keep going, Beth,” I said, keeping my tone nice and soft to try and encourage her. I felt like she was at the point of really saying something interesting, so didn’t think now was the time to go in hard. “You can do this, just let go and say what you think.”

“It’s just... the way they move, their confidence,” Beth said, her words beginning to come out faster, and with more purpose. “Like, their swagger. They know they’re the dominant force in school, and they’re not ashamed to show it. This guy just really knows how to wear a t-shirt, tight sweatpants. He’s got... so much going on, if you know what I mean?”

As Beth was talking, it was impossible not to notice two things.

The first was the sight of Patrick squirming, visibly uncomfortable but also with quite an obvious tent in his pants. It was almost like he was getting off on hearing Beth talking like this and revealing a previously unseen side to her desires.

The other, and even more intriguing sight was Beth. The more she was speaking, the more confident and excited she sounded, and the harder and more visible her nipples were getting through her top.

“Okay, wrap up the call,” I said. “Beth, you’ve got him exactly where you want him now. Leave him dangling. End the call this second and he’ll give you the best head you’ve ever had when he comes over this weekend. Trust me.”

Naomi and I laughed as Beth ended the call, Patrick clearly disappointed that he wasn’t going to hear any more about this crush, but at the same time obviously still incredibly uncomfortable too, his mind probably racing with insecurities and questions. Beth seemed to be changing right before his eyes, but little did he know that she wasn’t the only one who would be experiencing some big, big changes very soon...

Chapter Five

“Guys, I think this has gone too far,” Beth said, another week having passed and the three of us back in her house for another Friday sleepover. “It just feels cruel. I really do love Patrick, he’s the sweetest. I don’t want to do anything to hurt him, I-”

“Beth, you’re not doing anything wrong,” I said, cutting her off but doing so in a way that was more caring than rude. “Listen, this is all about empowerment, knowing what a Goddess you are. Right, Naomi?”

We turned to Naomi and watched as she finished filming a TikTok of herself jiggling her booty, her sizeable ass cheeks bouncing and crashing into each other underneath her pink, satin pyjamas.

“Oh yeah, totally,” Naomi said. “Like, I know what all the guys do when they watch my TikToks. They jerk their dicks, they cum, they worship me. It’s that fucking simple. Beth, you need to learn that your body is almost like a weapon, a weapon that no man can resist. Especially a guy like Patrick. You need

to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship and you shouldn’t be afraid to admit that.”

Speaking of pants...
Suddenly, I had an idea.
“Okay, so tonight, we’re going to do something a little

different,” I said, arching my eyebrow and looking at Naomi, the glint in her eye telling me that she was on my wavelength already. “We’re going to see exactly what Patrick will do to please you.”

“I don’t want to be mean to him!” Beth said, a concerned tone in her voice, her titties jiggling underneath her thin, retro t-shirt.

“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll be allowed plenty of pleasure,” I said, giggling. “You’ll be helping him have a super-sexy Zoom. Trust me.”

Despite her obvious uncertainty, Beth agreed and within moments the two of them were talking, relaxing into their now weekly Friday night session.

“Okay, now tell him what we discussed,” I said, struggling not to laugh as I listened to Beth deliver the instructions and watched the expression on Patrick’s face change from excitement to sheer horror...

“You want me to... what?” he said, his voice going up a couple of octaves and sounding even more beta than it normally did. “Is this a joke?”

Beth looked like she might be wavering.
It was time for Naomi to step I and do her thing... “Repeat after me,” Naomi said, her voice stern and

demanding. “I want you to go to your sister’s room, take your phone with you, open her panty drawer and pick out a pair of panties. You’ll then put those panties on for me. Do it for me right now, Patty.”

Beth, not wanting to piss off Naomi, repeated the words perfectly and in such a convincing manner that Patrick dropped his protests and got up and walked to his sister’s room, going straight to her panty drawer.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

So... Patrick knew exactly which drawer to go to, without any kind of hesitation. It did strike me as pretty revealing that he knew right away which drawer to open. I mean, I couldn’t say for sure, but I strongly suspected that this wasn’t the first time he had rummaged through his sister’s panties.

I took over the directions and began to feed more words into Beth’s mouth...

“I want you to pick out a pair that you think would look good on you,” Beth said, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes trained on Patrick, gauging his reactions to her words. “Something nice and small, perfect for that little dickie of yours.”

“I think this little sissy bitch is going to go for the trashiest pair he can,” Naomi said, watching intently as Patrick hovered his hand over a black mesh thong, practically see-through and with the tiniest triangle of material at the front. “Go on, you slutty white bitch, show us who you really are.”

Just like that, Patrick did pick up the scandalously tiny black thong and within seconds, he had removed his shorts and briefs and was pulling the thong up his pale, smooth legs and over his semi-hard maggot.

“Okay, here I am,” Patrick said, his voice trembling, hoping that he was impressing his girlfriend, still completely oblivious to what was going on, how foolish he was looking.

“Now, as a reward, you can make your cummies,” Beth said, repeating my words as I continued to feed her instructions. “But no pumping that little boner. I want you to... stroke it like a clit.”

There was a pause.

For a second neither me or Naomi, or Beth for that matter, knew what Patrick was going to do. It was like he was deciding whether this was a step too far, whether he could go through with this, an act that was definitely the most degrading thing he would have done so far for his seemingly loving girlfriend.

“Make him do it,” Naomi said, her voice soft, sensual, encouraging. “Let him know that he needs to, that this will please you more than anything.”

“Stroke it, up and down, it’s making me so... wet... to see this,” Beth said, the embarrassment of being so explicit, by her standards anyway, soon fading as she witnessed Patrick sit down and begin to stroke his dick like a clit, his pathetic little hard-on pretty much totally visible through the thin, mesh material. “Keep going, that’s it, slowly at first, now a bit faster, but keep it a light touch, that’s it, that’s... oh wow!”

To Beth’s shock, Patrick had rubbed his stiff clitty to the point of no return and he was now thrusting his crotch up and down in sheer ecstasy, his sissy cum seeping through the triangle at the front of his sister’s panties. His soft, feminine moans were absolutely hilarious to hear, as was the sight of his weak, almost androgenous body writhing in pleasure.

I looked at Naomi.
She looked at me.
“We’ve got a real one, haven’t we?” I said, a wicked grin on

my face. “We’ve got a real-life sissy boy on our hands.”
“We do,” Naomi replied, her eyes now back on Patrick, watching as he stroked the last cum out of his still twitching

dick. “It’s time we took this to a whole new level, and I’ve got just the guy who can help us make sure that there’ll be no going back for our perfect little sissy slut.”

Chapter Six

Beth was spending more and more time with Naomi and me. Both in an outside of school, even coming with us on our weekly visit to the mall, something that we would never even have considered allowing Beth to join us on a few weeks ago.

There were signs that Beth was changing, getting more confident, and even beginning to show less resistance to the situation with Patrick. It was like she was seeing him differently, her outlook shifting the more he revealed of his own true self.

When Friday came around, Beth actually chose her own outfit for her Zoom with Patrick, and both Naomi and I were

impressed. Looking outrageously curvy in a one-piece nude-coloured Kardashian-style thong leotard she had picked up from the mall with us, Beth wasted no time in delivering a brand-new challenge to Patrick. But not before dishing out some totally unscripted admonishment of her own...

“Patty, I see that you’re not wearing the panties I instructed,” Beth said, her tone of voice firmer than I had ever heard. “I said I wanted you in your sister’s frilly pink pair.”

“But, baby, they were in the wash,” Patrick said, all the confidence gone from his voice, clearly worried about upsetting Beth. “I thought you’d think these are cute?”

I nudged Naomi and we watched as Beth laid down the law as she stood up and rested her phone on the table so that Patrick could see her full length, from head to toe.

“If I give you an instruction, you follow it, no excuses,” she said, turning to the side to reveal her bombastic breasts and round ass in profile. “You got that?”

“Y-y-y-y-yes, Beth,” Patrick said, stuttering and spluttering. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. You look amazing by the way.”

“I know I do,” Beth replied, dismissive and cold. “Now, on your knees and pull those panties down so that your little clitty is out for me.”

This was genuinely incredible to witness, and it wasn’t lost on either me or Naomi that Beth could probably have given us a

run for our money right in that moment. But her new cruel streak wasn’t exhausted yet, far from it...

“Now, you will probably remember that I said I had a crush on one of the black guys at school,” she said, running her fingers over her chest, her nipples hardening right there and then, practically making Patrick drool, his tiny little pecker stiffening and standing to attention. “Well, his name is DeJulius and you’ll know him as the football team’s most destructive defensive player. You can’t miss him. He’s six seven, enormous, and judging by what I’ve seen, he’s got an absolute monster dick inside his pants.”

“Okay?” Patrick said, unsure of how to respond, but at the same time not wanting to piss Beth off. “I don’t understand?”

“Well, I want to know for sure what he’s packing,” Beth replied. “And you are going to help me find out. I want you to sneak some dick picks for me. Get yourself into the changing room and get meat least ten photos of his big, black snake. I want different angles, close-ups, and if you can get a shot of his dick either semi-hard or even fully erect somehow then... well let’s just say I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Damn, this bitch is on fire,” Naomi said to me, a tiny little wet patch around her crotch, her skin-tight yoga pants helping to show just how impressed she was. The truth was, I was wet too. There was something incredibly hot about listening to our

formerly dorky friend being so commanding, so slutty, so brazenly hungry for black dick.

Then, without warning, Beth picked up her phone and mushed it into her cleavage before hanging up on Patrick, leaving him on his knees, his clitty hard, and a set of instructions that he knew he had no choice but to follow or face the wrath of his newly dominant, increasingly alpha girlfriend.

But what he didn’t realise was that there would be some big consequences heading his way, and they wouldn’t necessarily be all from Beth...

Chapter Seven

To say that Naomi and I heard some juicy gossip that following week at school was something of an understatement.

Naomi was really good friends with Thompson, the star quarterback on the football team. They had never dated but had always had a kind of close relationship that went all the way back to kindergarten, and personally it seemed obvious to me that they would end up together one day. But, enough of Naomi and Thompson’s respective two-way crush, when she came to me to relay what she’d heard, I could just tell that it was something big...

“No way, there’s no way that’s true!” Beth said, recoiling at the news that Naomi and I had pretty gleefully delivered to her at eight PM on the following Friday evening. “I... I can’t believe Patrick would... suck a dick?”

“Well, you did put him in that position,” Naomi laughed, making it clear that this was, at least in part, Beth’s doing too. “So, how does it feel to know that not only is your boyfriend a shrimp-dicked panty-boy, he’s a BBC cock sucker too?”

Naomi laughed her big, aggressive laugh and I couldn’t help but join in too. It was soon clear though that Beth wasn’t happy. Except, this time, it wasn’t us she was unhappy with, it was Patrick...

“Well, if he thinks he can go around sucking dicks, then I think he needs a little bit of fucking punishment for being a slut,” Beth said, her words shocking, but delighting, me. “Let’s get this God damned Zoom going.”

Beth was taking charge now.
Almost bossing me and Naomi around.
This was going to be the most interesting Zoom yet, but

whether Patrick would admit to what he had done was a whole other question...

“What... no... I... there’s no way,” Patrick said. “I’ll forward you the photos now, like we agreed. But you have to believe me, I didn’t... suck... anything,”

Beth shook her head, a look of total disgust on her face as she watched her so-called boyfriend lie through his teeth. It was so obvious that he was hiding something, refusing to admit his dark secret.

“You need to force this confession out of him,” Naomi said, telling Beth what, in truth, she already knew. “You’ve got this.”

Naomi and I then watched as Beth did her now routine move of resting the phone up against the cupboard shelf and putting herself in a full-length body shot.

“On your knees, right now!” Beth commanded, a clearly terrified Patrick immediately obeying, his sister’s lacey panties riding his on his slim hips, the panties now accompanied by the equally frilly matching bra that actually fitted him pretty well, his slightly podgy boy-boobs filling the cups up more than was normal for a guy “Look at you. You absolutely disgusting little slut. How dare you go behind my back to get your filthy little kicks? Tell me, did DeJulius’s big dick stretch that dumb little mouth of yours?”

This was getting intense.

Both Naomi and I had done our fair share of tormenting and bullying whiteboy wimps, but this was at a whole other level to anything that we had been involved in ourselves. The sight of Patrick, dressed in his sister’s bra and panties, totally at the mercy of Beth was compelling viewing, but it wasn’t over yet.

He still had to confess.

And there was no way Beth was about to let him off the hook either...

“Get that clitty out for me to see,” Beth said. “You know, it’s so small I can barely see it. No wonder my eyes have been wandering over all the big, thick cocks in school.”

“Beth, please, I did what you wanted, I sent you the photos,” Patrick pleaded, sensing that this situation was running away with itself. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I didn’t...”

“Shut up, I’m inspecting what a real cock looks like,” Beth said, holding her iPad in one hand and checking out the images of DeJulius’s dick. “Well, this was definitely worth the wait.”

Beth forwarded the photos to Naomi and me, and she was right... DeJulius definitely lived up to expectations. He had the kind of tree-like dick that would take two hands to jerk off, and still have an extra couple of inches coming out of the top too.

“Heidi, you notice something strange about these photos?” Naomi said, holding the iPad at arm’s length. “For supposedly secret shots, don’t they just look... too good? Like perfectly focussed, each one capturing the full length, all at great angles, almost like...”

“DeJulius was posing for them?” I said, beginning to realise what had happened. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“It’s all the evidence we need,” Naomi said. “And it looks like Beth might just have worked that out too.”

We looked across to Beth and saw her zooming in on the photos, a focused and thoughtful look on her face. She was wearing nothing but a pair of pink yoga pants, her titties free and looking even bigger, softer, and more voluptuous than ever.

I was through even trying to deny it, she was absolutely insanely hot. I guess all it had taken was for her to adjust her attitude more in line with mine for me to see it. But that was a thought for another time, right then it was all about these photos...

“I’m going to give you one more chance,” Beth said, virtually towering over Patrick as he stared at his screen, silently, his mind whirring at a million miles per hour. “These supposedly incognito photos you took... well, they do show me exactly why I was so interested in checking out and discovering just what DeJulius was packing. But they also look to me like proof that the rumours are true. That DeJulius caught you. That he decided to punish you. And that you couldn’t resist sucking, swallowing, and choking on his big, thick, big black monster dick!”

This was the moment.

Patrick was breaking right before our very eyes, I just knew it.

Beth knew it too...

“Admit it, tell me exactly what happened,” Beth said, holding her left breast up to her mouth and swirling her tongue around her nipple, taunting and teasing her trapped boyfriend. “Be a good little boy and let it all out, you know you’ll feel better if you do.”

She was teasing him.

Taking true control.
Owning him mentally and physically...
“I... I... I sucked his dick, but I had no choice, he made

me!” Patrick said, almost looking like he was about to burst out in tears, Beth’s face turning hard, cold, a wicked look on her face as she suddenly burst out into laughter, compounding Patrick’s humiliation further. “I promise you, he... made me!”

It was obvious to both me and Naomi that while DeJulius may well have had to quite forcefully encourage Patrick to work his mouth over his thick, long dick, it wasn’t entirely one sided.

“This is your chance, make him explain every step,” I said, struggling to hide my excitement. “You can break him, make him your property forever, Beth. You’ll be a real Mean Girl, just like us.”

That was enough for Beth.

If there had been any doubt left in her mind, it was now gone.

“So, you lied to me,” Beth said, shaking her head at her hopeless, pathetic little subject. “You did suck his dick, and correct me if I’m wrong, you swallowed his cum too, right?”

“Y-y-y-yes, Beth,” Patrick said, struggling to hold back the tears.

“Don’t you dare start crying you little bitch,” Beth interjected. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Own up to it. Admit how much of a clitty-dicked, panty wearing sissy slut you are.

Do it. Say it right now or I’ll be forced to tell every single person at school what a closet snowbunny you really are.”

“I’m a clitty-dicked, panty wearing sissy,” Patrick said, his face filled with fear. “I sucked his dick because he told me to, but also because... I wanted to please him, to be his little whiteboy sissy.”

“Got him,” Naomi said, one hand down the front of her panties, the outline of her finger working small circular motions clear to me. “Now get more out of him.”

“Keep going,” Beth said, pulling her panties up higher, showing Patrick exactly how curvy, how tantalising her body was. “Tell me about how you managed to fit all of that perfect black meat in that hungry mouth of yours.”

“Well... DeJulius made me... lick... all over the top first,” Patrick said, his voice wobbling, adrenalin pumping all over his body. “Then when it was all wet, he grabbed my hair and pushed me down... all the way down, until I was coughing and choking on it.”

Naomi and I were out and out laughing at this point, so much so it was surprising that Patrick couldn’t hear us in the background. Beth was enjoying the story too, nodding and licking her lips as Patrick continued...

“Then he started pushing me up and down, calling me his whiteboy,” Patrick said, the words spilling out of his mouth now, one after the other, his hesitancy replaced by a sense of

relief that he was getting it all out. “My spit and saliva was flying out the side of my mouth he was pumping me so hard. Then I could feel something happening, like his dick was throbbing, hardening one last time, and then... it all shot into my mouth, going straight to the back of my throat.”

“What shot to the back of your mouth, Patty?” Beth said, teasing him, wanting to hear the words. “Tell me what the big, mean black bully did?”

“It was his cum,” Patrick said. “He shot his big, hot load into my mouth. He was laughing too. When he was done, he pulled his dick out and began slapping it across my cheeks, rubbing it over my eyes and forehead too. It was like I was a cheap hooker or some kind of sex toy for him to play with. I felt... used. Dirty. I felt like his sissy-boy.”

This was too much for Naomi, and I gasped as I watched her arch forward, her body contracting as she came right there on the bed next to me, Patrick’s description of being used and abused by DeJulius proving enough to make her lose her inhibitions and cum in front of me.

“God, I couldn’t help it,” Naomi said, her breathing inconsistent, her heart clearly racing. “I’m surprised you’re not cumming either.”

I laughed.

In truth, I easily could have, but I was determined to not miss a single thing that was going on. After all, this was all

recorded so I knew I could watch it back at my leisure – with a big, black vibrating dildo to assist me too.

“You dirty little slut,” Beth said, happy at least that she had got a confession out of Patrick. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just dump you right here and now. What kind of boyfriend lets themselves get used like that? You cum hungry, pin-dicked worm. What are you?”

“A cum hungry, pin-dicked worm,” Patrick replied.

“Good, now slap that clit, slap it hard,” Beth instructed. “I want you to slap it over and over for me, show me that you understand what a naughty, disgusting little whiteboy you are.”

Patrick began slapping his dick, crying out in pain the harder he did it, determined to hang on to Beth by any means necessary, knowing that she knew his secret now and would always be able to hold it over him.

“Now take those tiny little balls in one hand and squeeze on them,” Beth said, leaning into her role as some kind of uber-brat dominant girlfriend. “You’re lucky I’m not there punching them myself. That’s it, squeeze tighter, show me how sorry you are.”

When she was finally satisfied that Patrick had shown enough remorse, Beth told him that she would be thinking up some special tasks for their Zoom next week, and in the meantime did not want to see him at all. There was a clear look

of disappointment on his face, but by now he knew better than to say anything or try to argue.

With the Zoom call over, Beth walked into the adjoining room and looked at us, a new energy emanating from her. Something strong, powerful, and wholly evolved from the old Beth we used to tease and taunt.

She was a true Mean Girl now.
It was time for Patrick to become our sissy patsy instead.

Chapter Eight

That week, Beth, Naomi and I were side by side almost the entire time. It was like having Beth officially with us had increased our power at school considerably. Dressing far more confidently, not to mention revealingly, it wasn’t just the nerds and whiteboys who were noticing Beth now.

She very definitely had the attention of the black studs too.

After what had happened between Patrick and DeJulius, it was like the entire football squad wanted a piece of Beth, seeing her as some kind of thicc, white Queen, the ultimate object of

their desires. It would have been easy for me, or Naomi for that matter, to feel jealous of this.

But, honestly, we didn’t.

We realised that as a threesome we wielded so much more power, more control, and whatever our influence was before, it was even bigger now. Even the teachers were paying us more attention, and it was quite obvious to me that we would need to target one or two of the weak links in the staff for some of our... special treatment.

But that could wait.

Right now, it was all about building up to Friday and Zoom-time with Patrick, or Sissy Patty as he was now being referred to.

“I’m going to mail him a special package, with instructions not to open until we’re online,” Beth said, a knowing grin on her face. “I won’t say what’s in it, but you can safely assume that looking through the toys at the lingerie store with you guys gave me some inspiration!”

“Damn, girl,” Naomi said, her laughter booming up and down the hallway. “I think we’ve created a monster!”

“Oh, just wait,” Beth said, arching her eyebrow and confidently striding forward, her titties bouncing, totally ignoring the sappy, nervous whiteboys as the ogled us. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

With that, the three of us linked arms and purposefully strode on towards class, nothing or no one daring to stand in our way as we made it abundantly clear that the Three Queens were on the warpath.

Sissy Patty may have been expecting the worst ahead of Friday, but not even in his worst, wildest, most sissified nightmares was he expecting the level of degradation that as coming his way.

Chapter Nine

Beth, Naomi and I decided that before the Zoom with Sissy Patty, we would try out some of our newest lingerie. After all, it was still a girl’s night sleepover, albeit one with a difference of course.

Naomi had a brilliant white lace bra and panty set, the colour really popping off against her perfectly pure smooth, silky ebony skin, while the intricate stitching on the bra and panties looked divine and perfectly emphasized her strong body and perfect apple booty.

I was wearing an absolutely miniscule red bra and panty combination, the exact one modelled by Kendall Jenner in a recent lingerie shoot. Seriously, the bra and panties were so small they may as well have not been there, but I knew from the looks that both Beth and Naomi were giving me that I looked absolutely to die for.

Beth? Well, she really had gone all-out. Her panties were a bright, brash lime green colour, cut high to emphasize her hips and strong, supple thighs. The thong back also showed off her ample booty to brilliant effect, the thin strip of material disappearing into her cheeks without a trace.

But if her panties were impressive, then her bra was something else altogether. Matching the lime green of the panties, the thin bra straps led down to two small triangles that barely covered her nipple area, the effect being that her mountainous breasts were tantalisingly on display, standing

loud and proud, enough to have Sissy Patty drooling, but still wanting more.

“Okay, it’s time,” Beth said. “Hey, don’t bother putting your earpieces in this time, just stand to the side and watch from inside the room for a bit. Who knows, I might even invite you both to assist me in my little worm’s upcoming humiliation.”

Wow.

This sounded promising.
Extremely promising in fact.
Deep down, I had hoped that Beth would invite us to play

a more prominent role at some stage, and now it looked like it actually might be happening. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself though, and I know Naomi didn’t either, so we quickly stepped just out of shot, albeit still able to peer around and see Patrick when the call connected.

“Sissy, present yourself to me, like I instructed in my email,” Beth said, not even bothering to address him by his first name. “Chop-chop, I haven’t got all evening.”

To mine and Naomi’s surprise, Patrick was totally naked, and from the looks of the tiny little tuft of pubic hair he had left just above his dick, it looked like Beth had given him quite a series of tasks for the week.

I watched as Beth’s obedient sissy turned around and bent over, opening his ass cheeks for inspection, the sight of a bright

pink butt-plug neatly tucked up inside his ass hole prompting a gasp of surprise from Naomi.

“Very good, now tell me how it feels?” Beth said. “Is it a snug fit?”

“Yes, it’s very tight Miss Beth,” Patrick said, not even showing the slightest hint of resistance, clearly totally accepting of his fate. “Thank you for allowing me to wear my plug.”

“Now, be a good slut and pull your panties up from around your ankles and show me how neatly they fit over that sissy clitty of yours,” Beth continued, pushing herself up onto tiptoes and dropping down again, knowing that the sight of her mountainous breasts bouncing would be agonisingly incredible for her little toy to witness. “Good. They suit you. You almost look like you could pass as a real girl. I mean, those panties, they’re so tiny, so slutty. It’s a shame you haven’t got a big dick there to touch, to work, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Beth,” Patrick replied, a slight tremble in his voice, almost like he suspected he was being led into a trap.

At that point, there was a knock on the door. But not at Beth’s house, at Patrick’s.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer it?” Beth said, laughing, knowing exactly who was there. “Get up off your knees and answer that door right now.”

Of course.
Beth had planned it all along.

No sooner than Patrick had opened the door, but DeJulius walked in and was now on the Zoom too. Standing next to Patrick, he absolutely towered above him, well over a foot taller and probably double his weight too. The fact that Patrick was wearing nothing but a pair of panties simply heightened the difference between them.

“Now be a good boy and show DeJulius what you have up in that little tushy of yours,” Beth said, her voice controlling, confident and with a hint of menace in it too. “Spread those little whiteboy cheeks for your black bull.”

DeJulius laughed as Patrick turned to the side, slid his panties down and spread his cheeks. It was clear from the size of the bulge in DeJulius’s pants that he was ready to have some fun, and the same could be said of Beth too...

“Okay, now, if both of you can turn to face me please,” Beth said, happy to see both her boyfriend and potential bull doing as she asked. “Now, seeing as you have a friend with you, Sissy, it’s probably only fair that I do too, right?”

With that, Beth beckoned me and Naomi into the shot and it was clear that our arrival had the desired effect on both DeJulius and Patrick. Whereas DeJulius stood tall and proud, Patrick appeared to shrink even smaller, the fact that his humiliation was now being shared with me and Naomi clearly horrifying him.

“Say hello to Miss Heidi and Miss Naomi, slut,” Beth ordered, Patrick wasting no time in obeying her. “Good. Now, time to show us all exactly how good a cock sucker you are. Do a good enough job and I might let you take that plug out of your ass.”

“Beth, please, not in front of...” Patrick said, only to be interrupted as DeJulius roughly grabbed him by his nipples and pushed him downwards onto his knees. “Okay, okay, please, aww!”

The three of us laughed, but soon we were watching with our eyes wide open as DeJulius let his sweatpants and tight briefs drop to the floor, his magnificent, eye-poppingly big dick springing up to attention.

Before long, Patrick was working away, the sound of his chokes and gag-reflex coming across loud and clear via the Zoom link.

“I think it’s time,” Beth said, turning to both me and Naomi. “I want to see how loyal Sissy really is.”

DeJulius pulled his dick out of Patrick’s mouth, a long line of saliva running between Patrick’s lips and the tip of DeJulius’s bulbous dickhead.

“Sissy, remove your plug,” Beth said, giggling a little along with me and Naomi as his ass made a squelching sound as the plug popped out. “Now, DeJulius, it’s your turn. Do whatever you want. Show me exactly why black dick is so in demand.”

There was a look of complete terror on Patrick’s face as DeJulius picked him up and threw him over the edge of the corner sofa, his soft white ass sticking right up and perfectly placed.

“Please! No!” Patrick said, his pleas soon turning to loud, feminine moans as DeJulius eased his dick into his virgin ass, inch by inch, not stopping until he was fully inside him. “Oh, God, it’s so...”

Before Patrick could say anything else, DeJulius began to grab on his booty cheeks clapping them together as he stroked his thick cock in and out of his ass, showing no respect for his inferior white body as he grabbed and squeezed on it, reaching over and pulling on his soft, sensitive nipples, encouraging Patrick to default to his true sissy self.

“Oh, this whiteboy loves it,” Naomi said, running her fingers over the front of my bikini, feeling the wetness that had developed over the tiny, paper-thin piece of material.

“He sure does,” Beth said, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was massively turned on by what she was witnessing, her breathing heavy and hard. “Give it to him, DeJulius. Fill him up and use his white boypussy as your own personal cumdump.”

We watched as DeJulius did just that, gripping Patrick hard and riding his ass, the sight of his huge frame rocking back

and forth, almost swallowing up the tiny by comparison white body was a hypnotic, mesmerising sight to see.

Patrick was simply grunting and moaning, even pushing his ass back to get more penetration, more black dick inside him. Then, as DeJulius gave one final flurry of thrusts, Patrick appeared to nearly pass out from the sheer intensity of what was happening, his eyes rolling back into his head and his legs twitching and shaking as DeJulius deposited wave after wave of his hot, pure bull cum into him.

“Well, well, well, it looks like we’ve all learned quite a lot,” Beth said, watching as DeJulius pulled his dick out of Patrick’s ass. “I’ll call you over the weekend, okay DeJulius? As for you, sissy, I expect you over here at my house in twenty minutes flat. No excuses. Get that body up and working again, shower, and come over in your best panties. Oh, and bring the toys.”

Patrick was mumbling, his head still buried into the cushion he had been using to moan into towards the end.

“Speak up!” Beth said. “Actually, don’t bother. Just get that tiny little clitty of yours to mine. For every minute you’re late, that’s another ten minutes underneath our asses, you lazy slut.”

Just like that, Beth ended the Zoom and turned to face us.

“So, who’s ready for some more fun?” Beth said, smiling broadly and with her rock-hard nipples almost bursting through the flimsy fabric of her bra, looking like she meantbusiness. “We’ve got ourselves a little whiteboy bitch to play with now. Anything we want.”“So much potential,” Naomi said, barely able to contain her excitement.“Patty the Sissy Patsy has got a lot to learn,” Beth replied. “But I think between the three of us, and the football team, we’ll have him reach his, or should that be her, full potential in no time.”Beth was right, and I couldn’t wait to play my part in training, tormenting, and teasing him until he reached his undoubted potential as a dick hungry sissy slut who would last us through the remainder of high school and beyond...