Morgan and the Maneaters (a femcan story)

Hey femcan fans,

Here's another twisted tale from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it 

All feedback & criticism is more than welcome 

MORGAN AND THE MANEATERS

by Todd Salt

Neal pulled the lateral bar down and watched the weights rise up, relishing the strain he felt in his deltoids.

Going to the gym had been an intimidating impossibility at first. But then it became a comfortable after-work routine, something to fill his evenings with. And then gradually, it had become something to look forward to because of times like this, when he was lifting more weight than he’d ever thought possible before.

Back when he was a fat kid, he never would have imagined that someday his body could look like it did now. If he’d even thought about venturing inside his high school’s weight room, they would have laughed him out before he could attempt a single pull-up.

Neal the Seal, they’d say.

That was his name, as far as the jocks and their cheerleaders and all the other cool kids were concerned, during those darkest days of his life.

But he wasn’t Neal the Seal anymore.

As he did his reps, his eyes drifted around the gym, lingering over the bouncing bubble butts in yoga pants, the sweaty cleavage squeezed into stretchy sports bras, the orgasmic looks on women’s faces as they carried out the sexual rhythms of their workouts.

How did guys ever find the motivation to go work out, before the fitness craze started bringing the ladies into the gyms? It certainly helped motivate him, seeing the kind of shapely bodies he was shaping up his own body for.

Over the past couple months, women at his office had started giving him compliments and that was encouraging, too. Wow, you’re looking good today, Neal! Have you been working out? Why yes, Nancy from Accounting, yes I have, so nice of you to notice. I’ll bet you’d never guess they called me “Neal the Seal” in high school, and that I spent prom night in my basement playing video games? You wouldn’t, huh?

By the way, Nancy from Accounting, how would you like to go in that empty conference room so I can fuck your tits before the 12pm meeting?

Of course, Neal was still far too shy to be that forward.

He was painfully aware that he was still a fat kid on the inside, never having had much experience flirting or picking up on the subtle clues women used to signal what they wanted, and when.

And if he did identify such signals from Nancy from Accounting, what then? The thought of leaning in for a kiss, if he wasn’t one-hundred-percent certain a woman wanted it, was so intimidating. It was intimidating to him even if he knew a woman wanted it.

There was also the matter of sexual harassment complaints to the Human Resources department, and maybe even lawsuits, if those signals were read incorrectly…

No, Neal was biding his time. Going to the gym as often as possible, eating right, sculpting himself into the kind of man who wouldn’t have to guess if a woman wanted him. He’d keep building up his body until the ladies were just drooling for it, and unable to keep their hands off his goodies.

That’s when he’d get back into the dating scene, make a few profiles on the dating sites and apps, and just let the pussy come running to him. Maybe he’d check out the local bars and clubs too, see what kind of hot pieces might approach him.

Hell, maybe it’d even happen here at the gym one night?

And about twenty minutes later, as Neal was doing his arm curls, that’s exactly what happened.

He was counting reps as he lifted the barbells to his chest, feeling the bulge of his biceps when he felt something else: slender fingers resting atop his pumped-up shoulder.

Neal looked up and in the wall-to-wall mirror’s reflection he saw a very attractive woman with a gym bag over her shoulder, smiling at him.

She was a typical gym babe, and then some. Light brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Powerful legs with buns of steel threatening to burst out from the split thighs of her athletic shorts. The words BOY HUNGRY were printed across the gray cotton of her thing, clingy tank top, cut low at the neckline for cleavage and high up at the midriff to show off her tight, toned body.

He wondered if he’d seen her around the gym already, because there was something very familiar about her cute face.

“Excuse me, sir, but your eyes were all over my ass” she said.

Neal froze. Her voice sounded raw and husky, like her throat had been burned up by a lot of whiskey and other hard liquors over the years. She was smiling, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was in trouble and needed to say something clever.

“You saw that?” he replied unthinkingly.

“Kinda hard not to, with all mirrors in here” she smirked. “It’s okay, though. I was checking out yours, too.”

He couldn’t believe it! Finally it was happening, before he’d even reached his training goals. The babes were coming, walking right up to him and complimenting his buff new bod. Today was the first day of the rest of his new life as fucking stud…

The only problem was, he still didn’t have a clue what to do or say next.

All the tips and tricks from “Pickup Artist” forums that he’d read online were failing him at the critical moment…

“Haven’t I seen you around here?” he asked.

It was one of the oldest and cheesiest flirtations in the book, but Neal really did want to know why she looked so familiar.

With her hand still on his shoulder, the woman threw her head back and laughed, her brunette ponytail swinging from side to side as she shook her head.

“Oh, wow. You really don’t remember me, do you!”

Half-smiling, Neal tried to place her face but still came up empty. He set his barbells down on the floor, enjoying the view of her sculpted calves and thighs along the way as he stood up again.

“I guess not” he said with a slight shrug, trying to play it cool.

She placed her other hand on Neal’s sweaty chest and smiled up at him, feeling his heart thumping hard.

It was so funny, that look of fear in his eyes from being so close to a pretty girl. Oh yeah, this was definitely the same guy. She was positive…

The brunette’s ponytail dangled as she tilted her head to one side she licked her lips, savoring the moment.

“Hmm. Well, ah…Maybe this is my mistake, but, ummmmm…Did you go to Donner High School…?”

Donner High School. As soon as those words left her mouth, it all came flooding back.

Oh yes, Neal remembered her very well.

Morgan Montgomery. One of the hottest girls in school, and leader of Donner High’s hottest clique, the Maneaters.

It was bad enough for Neal, being the fat kid that no girl wanted to date. But girls like Morgan and the Maneaters were the ones who really made his life a living hell.

It was her and her pals who’d came up with his “Neal the Seal” nickname, in fact.

One day Morgan had sent her boyfriend and all his jock buddies from the football team chasing after him. They cornered him in the bathroom, stripped him naked, and threw his bare ass into the hallway.

The Maneaters were waiting out there with their cell phones, and took pictures from every angle as he scrambled to his feet, slipping and falling over several times as he ran for cover from the laughter of what felt like the entire school.

One of them - maybe Morgan, he couldn’t be sure - started a chant as he streaked his way down the hallways, crying and sobbing.

“Squeal, Neal, squeal!”

“Squeal, Neal, squeal!”

“Squeal, Neal, squeal!”

Within seconds, everyone but Neal had joined in.

And the very next day, the Maneaters were all over social media, sharing pictures of a real seal with Neal’s blubbering face edited onto it.

That had been years ago. But how could he ever forget?

And since then, even though he hadn’t moved very far away from his old hometown, he’d never expected to somehow run into…

With one hand still on his chest, Morgan moved her other hand from his shoulder onto her own healthy bustline, giving him a friendly little smile.

“Morgan Montgomery” she said.

“I remember now” he replied, feeling flustered.

“You do remember!” she laughed. “Okay, whew. I woulda been kinda insulted if you hadn’t, Neal!”

His mouth dropped open slightly. How many times had he acted out a scenario like this in his head, when Morgan Montgomery or one of her little pals would randomly run into him only to see that he wasn’t Neal the Seal anymore? The scenario where he’d get to leave one of those awful mean girls stupefied by the stud he’d become?

But Morgan had gotten the drop on him, and didn’t seem fazed in the least by his transformation.

As if reading his mind, Morgan raised her eyes and her expression became  sympathetic.

“Hey, c’mon. I know you and I had our, like, differences, but we were both just kids then. I’ve changed a lot…”

Her hand ran down his chest to cop a feel of his abdominals, and Neal felt his manhood stirring within his workout shorts.

“…Just like you’ve changed a lot, Neal. Mmm, wow, that feels hard and firm. Guess you’re not ‘Neal the Seal’ anymore, are you?”

His ears got hot when he heard that dreaded nickname, the one he’d spent his entire adulthood trying to put behind him. But the arousal he was feeling from Morgan’s wandering hand was stronger than his old feelings of shame.

Wasn’t this what he’d wanted, all these years? To have no less than Morgan Montgomery, the top hottie every boy at Donner High School spent a thousand nights jacking off to, confirming that he was now in the same league as her?

A tent was beginning to poke out from his black workout shorts, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Morgan.

This is gonna be easier than I thought, she gloated inwardly.

“Morgan” he croaked, drawing her eyes back up to his, hardly able to believe he speaking to her.

“I, uh…I can’t believe it’s you! You look…great!”

What he really couldn’t believe was that holy-fucking-shit, he might have a shot at fucking Morgan Montgomery…

His face was softening from the initial shock of their reunion into a dopey grin as he babbled on.

“I sure…I mean, uh…Just, wow, y’know?”

Morgan kept an inviting smile fixed at her prey.

Oh, Neal. Still haven’t learned to talk to girls yet, have you? Looks like I found you at the perfect time to be harvested…

“So, uh, are you still with the Maneaters?” he blurted.

It sounded like an attempted joke, but Morgan could see real fear behind the question.

She laughed, then rolled her eyes and covered her face in a good imitation of embarrassment.

“Oh, jeez. The Maneaters. Now that takes me back. No, Neal. High school doesn’t go on forever, does it? We’re both grownups now. And honestly? I think I’ve changed just as much on the inside as you have on the outside. Uh, no offense!”

“None taken” replied Neal, straightening up his posture.

Why should he be offended? He was proud of his new body.

Morgan noted how he beamed at the compliment, and continued to tell him what she knew that he wanted to hear.

“Look, let’s keep it real, right? I feel soooooo bad for the way my friends used to treat you back then! But we’re totally not like that anymore. And, oh my gosh, I wish I could just take back, y’know, just like magically undo all those terrible things.”

Neal studied her carefully. She seemed sincere.

Did she even remember “all those terrible things”?

Did she remember that day when she and the others took their naked pictures of Neal the Seal?

“Are you and others still, uh, friends?”

“Mmm-hmm” she nodded. “And sometimes? When we get together we actually talk about how bad we still feel about that crap we did, not just to you but a lot of guys who were, y’know, in an awkward stage, who we were so immature towards, just ‘cause to because you hadn’t reached, ah, maturity yet.”

She emphasized the word maturity with another saucy look up and down Neal’s body, knowing he was loving it.

“Some of them are totally settled down now” she added. “Husbands, kids, a house in the suburbs, all that good stuff, right?”

Neal glanced at her left hand for a wedding ring, and didn’t find one.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong” she added. “They haven’t let themselves go. They’re a real bunch of MILFs.”

Morgan threw her arms thrown around his shoulders, girlfriend-style, and as her healthy body came closer to his, Neal suddenly felt what he’d been missing, throughout all those years of watching girls like her wrap themselves longingly around their big jock boyfriends.

Neal looked down into the deep canyon of cleavage created when Morgan’s strong upper arms pushed her boobs together, and knew he never wanted to go a day without this feeling again.

“Hey Neal, my eyes are up here!” she giggled.

Red-faced, Neal cleared his throat as he looked back up at her.

“Oh, s-sorry!” he stammered.

Morgan began to rock from side to side, daring him not to look at her rack as it swung like a hypnotizing pendulum.

“That’s okay, Neal. ‘Cause I was gonna say…Even though I still stay in touch with those guys, and some of our lives have gone in different directions…Some of us are still single and, ah, looking to mingle, ya know?”

Neal’s mouth felt dry. He still couldn’t believe that she was really coming onto him, and making it so easy. He still didn’t know what to do or say, but he had to say something.

“Yeah, so which one are you?” he grunted, trying to sound ambivalent.

“Wow, and I thought nerds liked to read” she snickered. “Didn’t you see my shirt? I’m boy hungry! Hey, wait!!”

Neal flinched at her outburst and Morgan released him from her arms, hopping back a step. Her eyes were wide open, as if she’d just been struck with inspiration.

“I just had an ah-mazing idea! You should come hang out with us!! We’re having a dinner party tonight, like a backyard barbecue kinda thing! This would be the perfect way for us to catch up, and for us to, y’know, smooth things over. And oh my gosh, Neal, all my old friends would love to see what a friggin’ hunk you’ve turned into. They won’t believe it!”

He liked the sound of that, she could tell.

“…Really?”

“Oh yeahhhh” she growled. “And like I said, some of those girls? They are always on the hunt for a good man to sink their teeth into. It is like a freaking buffet for single ladies at our little cookouts, and even some of the married ones. Can you imagine, like, Mary Harvey or Krystal Stein seeing you again after all these years?”

Mary Harvey? Krystal Stein?

These were names he hadn’t thought about at all since back in those dark days at the bottom of the social pecking order. But hearing them again brought back more memories. Sneering faces, scornful laughter, mocking comments whispered between cute teenage faces, or spat in his own chubby face if he dared to walk too close to their table in the school lunchroom…

“They’ll be, like, shocked to see what a hunk you’ve turned into” promised Morgan. “They’ll be amazed. That is, if you’re not busy tonight?”

“Well…no!” he exclaimed.

It was a little scary how sudden the invitation was, not to mention the prospect of facing all those ghosts from his past at once. But it was also a chance to show them all at once what they’d been missing.

And with Morgan there to flirt with? What if more than one of them were hitting on him? What if they started competing with each other for the attention of the new Neal? Oh, man.

“I will warn you,” said Morgan, “Me and the Maneaters are still kinda the same in one major way. We all still tend to, ah, just see guys as meat, ya know? That definitely kept us from treating the smarter kids like you with the respect you deserved, but we know that now.”

“And I know you probably get all kinds of action these days, Neal, now that you’re all buff n’ stuff, but you still gotta throw the old Maneaters crew a bone tonight. Come show off what a stud you’ve turned into, since the last time they saw you!”

“You really think so?” said Neal, trembling with joy.

Morgan took a half-step forward to close the gap between them, brushing her athletic frame against his.

“Ooooh, yeah. And they get so horny when they’ve had a few drinks, too. It can get a little messy, whenever one of us brings a guy to the party…By the way, you got a swimsuit?”

“A swimsuit?”

“Yeah” she smiled up at him. “‘Cause I forgot to mention, it’s a backyard beach party. Bikinis and other swimwear only, got it?”

Neal was surprised, but from his vigorous nodding and the swelling in his shorts, Morgan could tell that he got it, loud and clear.

She slung her little gym bag off her shoulder, unzipped it and searched inside for a little notepad and pen. She wrote down an address in hot pink, ripped out the page and handed it to him.

“Midnight” she instructed. “Don’t be late!”

As he took the paper and looked at her address, Morgan spun around on the heels of her white sneakers and walked away with a little extra sashay in the hips of her black lycra-clad booty.

“Wait…!”

“Sooorrrrry, gotta goooooo!” she sang.

Neal idly wondered if she played volleyball. How else could a woman keep an ass like that after high school? Then he imagined pushing himself into her from behind, feeling the crush of those incredible cheeks against his dick and balls.

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a cute little wave.

“Great running into you again, Neal! See you tomorroooow!”

After she departed, he stood lost in thought for a full minute before gradually gathering his wits again and hitting the showers. As he soaped up and washed himself off he replayed the whole encounter in his head and it just didn’t seem real.

Morgan Montgomery’s sudden reappearance out of the past? Her promise that he’d be begged for forgiveness by her old clique of fellow teen queens? Her abrupt exit after giving him an invitation to some sort of orgy with those same popular girls who’d helped to make his high school career a living hell?

It all seemed too good to be true, didn’t it?

But he badly wanted to believe there couldn’t be any strings attached. He needed to believe it. And so he did.

And by the time he was drying himself off and getting dressed in the gym’s locker room, Morgan had already relayed much of the news to her fellow former teen queens as she sped down the freeway…

“Yeah, bitch, I told you I could get him!” she said to her car’s hands free cellular speakerphone. “I mean, this is Neal the Seal we’re talking about! What…? No! No, of course he doesn’t suspect anything…”

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Neal got home as fast as he could and found his pair of swim trunks. He pulled a pair of blue jeans over them, and a sleeveless shirt completed the look. If Morgan thought he looked good in his workout shirt at the gym, just wait until she and the other girls saw him with his pants and shirt off!

When he looked up the address Morgan gave him, Neal saw that her house was in the next town over and in a pretty remote part, too. It was a big place, which didn’t surprise him. Everyone at Donner High knew that Montgomerys had money, and there were lots of rumors about the kind of debauchery her and the Maneaters got up to whenever Morgan’s parents were gone for the weekend.

Neal drove for almost an hour before arriving, right at midnight like he’d been told. The house was isolated deep in the country, and as he pulled into Morgan’s long driveway he couldn’t see any kind of pool in her backyard, although he supposed there didn’t have to be one for a “beach party” theme…just beachwear.

A midnight beach party. Weird…

It was a warm summer night, but he still felt a little chilled in the silent stillness of the night surrounding him as he walked from his parked car to the silent, imposing house.

There was a note from Morgan taped to the front door, written in the same pink ink as the notepad page she’d given him, informing him the door was open and he should let himself inside. So he did.

Closed the door behind him, Neal looked around the empty living room for a moment before calling out.

“Hello? Morgan…?”

Her reply came down the staircase opposite him.

“Hey Neal, I’m up here! You caught me changing!”

“Oh, sorry!”

“No prob! Go on into the kitchen and make yourself a drink, I’ll be right down!”

“Okay!”

“Hey, wait! Are you wearing shoes?”

Neal shouted back that he was.

“Take them off! Socks too! This is a beach party!”

After he removed his sneakers, Neal wandered in his bare feet down the short hallway to Morgan’s kitchen. There was a small table full of expensive liquor and some empty glasses. He took one, poured himself some rum and was about to check her refrigerator for cola to mix it with when he noticed some photos stuck to the fridge door with magnets.

They showed Morgan, of course, with family members in some pictures and girlfriends in others. There didn’t appear to be any boyfriends.

Some of the girls looked very familiar to Neal, as a matter of fact.

Some of them were Maneaters.

Even after all these years, there was no mistaking them. Shit, they still looked hot as ever, just like Morgan! How recent was this photo?

One group photo in particular caught his attention. It showed Morgan and some of the others at a nightclub, all dressed to kill and making their pouty duck faces for the camera. She was in the center, of course, the leader of the pack. It must’ve been taken recently, because aside from her makeup, she looked just as he’d seen her in the gym.

Neal leaned in for a closer look, and their smug expressions conjured up a dark cloud of unhappy memories…He could even remember some of them by name…

There was Krystal Stein, who Morgan had mentioned, with her legs as long as a show pony and that mane of wavy brown hair that still went all the way down to her ass. Her tall height, thin frame and graceful stride turned every school hallway into a fashion runway for her expensive clothes.

He also recognized Nina Sandoval, the shortest and most stacked latina at Donner High. There weren’t many hispanics in his hometown back then, making her olive skin and thick curves seem extra exotic. Her hair was black and curly and her thick lips always seemed to be pouting, like that old cartoon character Betty Bloop or whatever her name was.

There were others girls in the picture whom he either didn’t know, or who were former Maneaters whose names escaped him. Despite some crow’s feet at the edges of their eyes, overall they looked better than ever, going from cute high schoolers to gorgeous women who were full-figured in all the right places.

“Hey Neal!”

Neal turned around to the voice behind him and nearly dropped his drink.

She was wearing a skimpy blue bikini, and twirled around to give him the full view with her ponytail flying out behind her.

Neal was sure her tits and ass would pop right out of those tiny patches of fabric any second. Her pussy was also barely covered, and probably completely shaved, judging by what he could see.

As Morgan completed her spin and faced him again, Neal heard clicking on the floor and saw that she was wearing stiletto heels. Not exactly typical beach attire, he thought, as she struck a sexy pose with one hand on her hip and the other behind her head.

“You like?”

“Yeah, it’s really…”

“Hey wait a minute, what gives? Where’s your swimsuit, Neal?”

Neal took a nervous swig of the drink he’d meant to put some cola into first, or at least some ice. It hurt his throat and made his eyes water a little.

“Oh, uh, that’s just…It’s under my jeans, I gotta get dressed” he coughed.

Morgan stepped closer, heels clicking atop the floor tiles, and leaned past him to reach for the kitchen counter. Neal’s eyes were too busy running laps around her exposed skin to notice what she was taking out of the drawer next to him.

He was thinking about how the blue triangle of Morgan’s bikini bottom disappeared into her perfect ass, when suddenly he felt a strange sensation running down his back, like a pointy tree branch scraping against him.

Carefully balanced on her heels, Morgan dropped a squat and smiled up at Neal. As he smiled back, his eyes darted from the whites of her teeth to the glint of something shiny in her right hand.

Just as he realized what she was holding, Neal felt that same peculiar tingle shooting down his left pants leg. Then it ran down his right leg, and as his blue jeans peeled open like a banana he felt his sleeveless shirt opening up from the back and falling down his torso.

Morgan stayed squatting at the pile of ruined clothing around his feet, waving her knife back and forth with a mischievous grin.

“Shit!” he shouted. “You…You cut off my clothes! You sliced them right off me…!”

“Uh oh, are you mad, Neal?” she teased.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened. How did she cut off his shirt and jeans in just a few quick motions, without even drawing blood? That knife must have been incredibly sharp, and how’d a girl like her become an expert with knives, anyway?

Before he could ask, she rose up and set the blade on the countertop. With her hands freed, she threw her arms over Neal’s muscular shoulders and clasped her fingers behind his head.

Back in the gym, it had been difficult for Neal to keep his cool with Morgan Montgomery, veteran babe of Donner High, pressed up close to him. But now they were touching skin, her soft tummy against his six-pack and her bikini-clad boobs squashed against his broad chest.

“Sorry about that” she said, kicking his clothes aside. “Guess I just couldn’t wait to unwrap all this beefcake you had hiding under there. Cute swim trunks, by the way. Did you mom pick those out for you?”

Even if this night was to be their peacemaking party, Neal didn’t like being teased by her now, even mildly. The hurt she’d caused back when they were kids still stung…

Even if he was starting to get hard now, as she cozied up to him…

“Nah, you know she didn’t” he huffed, still trying to be a good sport. “Come on!”

Morgan closed her eyes and continued to writhe against his body.

“I love having a man in the kitchen” she whispered. “Your body is so beautiful, Neal. You’ve really turned yourself into something delicious.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, ‘thanks’? Is that all you have to say, when your fucking dick is poking into my leg, Neal?”

Before he could reply, Morgan detached herself from him and ran away to the living room as fast as her heels would allow.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back!”

He stood there in confusion for a moment, before returning his attention to her fridge, where he found a giant liter of soda pop for his drink. By the time he’d poured it into the glass, ignoring his own boner tenting own stupidly in front of him, she’d reappeared in the kitchen doorway holding up her cell phone.

“Oh, wait, no!” Neal protested, putting down his drink. “No, come on Morgan. Don’t take my picture!”

Morgan lowered her phone and leaned back on one heel.

“Aww, come on! No one’s gonna see these except for me, and the other Maneaters. I just wanna send ‘em a few pictures, give ‘em a little taste of the new and improved Neal they’ll be meeting soon.”

Neal considered the idea and kind of liked it, except for one detail.

“Well that’s cool, I guess, but…You gave me an erection, Morgan. You’re not gonna take a picture of that, are you?”

“Why not?” she countered, holding up her phone again. “Now, smile!”

Neal did what she said, and heard her phone make its digital snapshot sound as it took the picture.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that!” she insisted. “Gimme a big smile, and show them your guns, bro!”

Hoping the tent in his beach shorts wasn’t too visible, Neal turned from side to side and flexed into his best poses. It did feel good to show off the spoils from all his months of lifting.

“Oooh, that’s hot, Neal!” cheered Morgan. “Show ‘em your stuff!”

The snapshot noises from her phone continued as she documented his physique. Neal was starting not to care if his hard-on was visible or not as he went through several more poses. He flexed his biceps, tightened his abs, faced away from the camera to show off his shoulders and neck muscles.

“Awesome!” said Morgan, pulling up a chair from her kitchen table and sitting down. “I’m sending those in a group message right now. They’re gonna love these!”

“Cool” said Neal, feeling pretty good about himself.

Maybe better about himself than he’d ever felt before, he considered, as he picked up his glass of rum and cola again.

“Hey, so uh…Who’s coming to this thing tonight?”

“Not too many of us” replied Morgan, texting away. “Krystal, Nina…anybody else who can make it.”

Holy shit, thought Neal. Those same girls I was looking at are really gonna be here soon! And she’s sending them my cheesecake pictures right now…

She looked up at him and smirked.

“Aren’t I just the best, setting this up for you? Who else has ever thrown you a personal high school reunion party, huh?”

“No one” he laughed, sipping his drink.

“Fuckin’ bet your ass, no one!”

“Are any other of the, uh, Maneaters going to be here?”

“Oh probably, but come on, Neal. I have made other friends since high school, ya know!”

“Yeah, of course” he acknowledged. How often do you do these things, anyway?”

“What things? Parties?”

“Well, I mean…beach themed parties at night. Like, with the swimwear and everything.”

“Oh, that’s just something we started doing once a month, here at my place, ‘cause out here you can get away with murder. Every month we take turns bringing the guy.”

Neal was about to sip his drink again, but stopped.

The guy?

“What do you mean, the guy?” he asked. “Am I going to be the only guy at this party tonight?”

“Yup” said Morgan, amused by his dawning realization as she looked up from her phone’s screen. “Every month, one of us brings over a man and we spend all night teasing the hell out of him in our swimsuits. Pretty amazing that you get a mini high school reunion on top of that, huh?”

This was getting better by the second. Not only were the Donner High Maneaters going to be competing for his attention, but a bunch of other local hotties as well? With no competition from any other guys?

“So” he grinned, shaking with delirious disbelief, “It’s not so much a monthly ‘beach party’ as just a bikini babe party then, is it?”

“Oh no” corrected Morgan. “It’s a beach party, for sure, ‘cause we’re also having a backyard pig roast.”

“Wow. No kidding?”

He wasn’t crazy about that idea. For some reason he couldn’t quite remember, he’d always felt queasy at the prospect of seeing pigs being roasted whole, ever since he was a kid.

“Mm-hmm. Oh, hey, as long as we’re sending pictures…why don’t you give ‘em a little peek of your sausage?”

“My what?!”

“You heard me” she said, tottering back up onto her heels and preparing her phone. “I told you, my friends and I, whether we went to Donner with them or not, we are always down for whatever. All kinds of shit. We like to get wild, got it? So you let me send ‘em just one dick pic, and they’re gonna be so ready to get freaky, before they even get here…Sounds good, right stud?”

Neal’s heart was pounding. He knew he was out of his depth, but so what? This was the kind of crazy fun he’d always dreamed of having with the beautiful people, those sexy party-people who did whatever they wanted…Crazy shit, like parties with only one man invited…

And now that’s me, he thought as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band at his waist.

“Okay” he said. “But just one.”

“Fine. Ready?”

Before could lose his nerve, Neal pulled down his shorts.

He had an average sized dick, but Morgan’s rubbing up on him in her bikini had gotten him nice and fluffed up. He knew it looked good, even under the harsh overhead lights of Morgan’s kitchen.

Morgan didn’t even bat an eyelash at it, as she held her phone in close and took the picture.

“Nice.”

Morgan leaned back and sent the picture to her friends on the phone. Seconds later, her phone was dinging away as her friend’s text messages came flooding in.

Neal hiked his trunks back up over his junk, and took another gulp of his drink.

“What are they saying about me?” he asked.

She looked up from her phone at him and grinned.

“Oh, just that they want to eat you alive.”

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Neal and Morgan sat at the kitchen table for a bit longer as they waited for the others to arrive, enjoying a few more drinks that helped continue breaking the ice around the fact that Neal was once a pathetic dweeb who Morgan and her crowd never wanted anything to do with.

The infamous naked hallway incident came up, of course, but Morgan quickly dismissed it as an innocent teenage prank. Neal didn’t exactly feel that way about it, but knew enough to keep his mouth shut. This was a night for making amends, letting go of the old torments, making new friends with old enemies. And quite possibly, getting his dick wet.

He even lent a sympathetic ear to Morgan, when after a couple shots of whiskey she began recalling her own frustrations with life at Donner High. Being one of the most popular girls in school came with a lot of pressure, she explained.

Finally the doorbell rang and while Morgan went to answer it, Neal waited at the table, nursing his drink.

Click! Click! Click!

Three pairs of spiked heels signaled their entrance into the kitchen, and Neal felt a tremor in his heart as he saw who’d arrived.

It was Krystal Stein and Nina Sandoval, also wearing bathing suits and looking even better in person than they had on the refrigerator photo.

Fuck, is everyone else showing up in heels tonight, too?

“OooOOOohhh, it is him!” squealed Nina, jiggling voluptuously in her deep plunging ‘V’ shaped one-piece.

Krystal, lithe and shapely, slinked alongside her buxom companion and cocked an eyebrow at Neal, regarding him haughtily.

Her bikini was small and black and cute, but what really caught Neal’s attention was the thigh gap between her coltish legs. With her imposing height accentuated by high heels, he imagined it would be easy to walk up behind her and put his cock between those silky thighs and start fucking them…

“Nice to see you again, Neal” she sneered down at him, extending a handshake.

Neal wobbled onto his feet and met her hand with his. Seeing her sneer made him flash back to earlier times, to a forgotten memory lodged in the corner of his mind…

It was the sneer he once saw in a hallway, when he tried smiling at her.

Nothing more than that, just a little smile he gave when he was walking past the Maneaters one day at school, and their eyes met…

He had smiled, and she had sneered.

And from that day onward, he took extra care to avoid eye contact with any of the Maneaters. Not that it kept Morgan from pulling that stunt where he was stripped naked…

Squeal, Neal, squeal!

Deciding not to wonder if Krystal remembered any of that, he smiled cordially at Krystal before turning his attention to Nina.

“What’s up?” he said, extending his hand to her as well.

She laughed, and playfully swatted his hand down.

“Oh come on, Neal! You want to shake hands? We’ve already been re-introduced, you perv! Nice dick pics, dude!”

Neal’s face turned red. How had he already forgotten that he’d been cajoled into doing that? He looked helplessly at the party’s hostess.

“Morgan…”

The ladies all laughed, a sound that Neal didn’t associate good feelings with.

“Ohmigahd, look at him!” said Nina. “It’s so cute when hot guys get all shy and embarrassed!”

Okay, Nina Sandoval thinks I’m hot, thought Neal. I should just relax and try to have fun with all this…

“Did he really send you dick pics?” asked Krystal. “Wow, what a fuckboy our old pal turned into.”

Morgan looked at her friend. “Didn’t you get the pictures I sent you?”

Krystal shrugged ambivalently, and before Neal could object, Morgan and Nina were both taking their phones out to share the goods. She looked from the pictures to him and back as he stood awkwardly before them, feeling more like a piece of meat than ever.

After a few back-and-forth comparisons, she nodded approvingly.

“Hmm. Not bad, Neal.”

The ladies giggled at that and Neal stood up a little straighter, smiling to himself.

Yeah, damn right ‘not bad,’ Krystal.

Feeling his liquid courage, Neal folded his big arms across his chiseled chest and was satisfied by the women’s response.

Pretty nice, huh ladies?

Without warning, Nina brazenly yanked Neal’s swim trunks down to his thighs, once again exposing his half hard cock under the harsh lights of the kitchen.

As Morgan and Krystal were shrieking with laughter. With a flushed face, Neal looked down and spotted a wedding ring on her left hand. He looked back up at the ring’s owner, who licked her thick lips and gave him a juicy wink.

“Sometimes the camera, it lies…I had to see for myself. Not bad, Neal!”

Neal sheepishly pulled his trunks out of her tiny hands and back up his waist.

“Th…thanks! Um…I’ll have you guys know, sending all those pictures…That was Morgan’s idea. She, uh, wanted to give you both a little preview of the ‘new and improved’ Neal.”

Krystal and Nina looked at Morgan, who picked up her drink from the table and downed its remainder.

“Yeah, he’s right, I did. Hey, it’s too cramped in here. Why don’t you guys go keep Neal some company in the living room, and I’ll bring us refreshments? You guys want to start getting your fuckin’ drink on, or what?”

They did, and after telling Morgan what they wanted to drink, Krystal and Nina led Neal into the living room and sat him in the middle seat of Morgan’s comfy couch, snuggling up to him on either side.

Holy shit, he thought. I’m the meat in the middle of a Maneater sandwich!

To his right was Krystal and on the left was Nina, and their hands running all over his muscles at once.

Oddly, as the two ladies felt him up they also looked right past him and began talking to each other casually, resuming some conversation they must have been having during the drive over about how Nina’s kids were doing with soccer practice.

Neal had been unnerved by the wedding band on Nina’s finger, but to know this was also some kid’s mother trolling around in a swimsuit and heels, pulling down his shorts, deeply disturbed him.

Not that it surprised him that Nina Sandoval was a mom now. She had always been “family oriented” even as a high school. Yes, he remembered that well from the time she’d spotted him checking out her ass one day after school, and told her three older brothers to chase him down and kick his ass, which they did!

As with Krystal and her sneering, he didn’t even want to ask if she remembered that.

Nina asked Krystal something about how her job as a real estate agent was going, as their grope-fest continued. This was totally ridiculous. Were they just going to feel him up all night without even talking to him?

Didn’t they have any questions for him after all these years? Didn’t they want to ask how he’d gone from chunky to hunky?

Neal waited in silent frustration for another minute before interrupting.

“It’s really been a while” he blurted, “Hasn’t it, guys?”

Their conversation stopped in mid-sentence and they stared at him a moment before giggling to each other.

“Did you guys always keep in touch with Morgan all these years, or…?”

They just kept giggling, sounding for all the world like the high school girls he’d remembered them as.

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Soon Morgan’s high heels were tapping across the living room’s hardwood floor to bring her friends their alcohol, and Krystal and Nina took a break from manhandling his body to enjoy their drinks.

Then the doorbell began ringing again, and every few minutes Morgan was opening her front door to more and more women, arriving on her front porch in revealing swimwear and all looking very “beach body ready.”

One was a blonde in a lime green bandeau style bikini. Another was a petite redhead in a black backless spaghetti-strapped one-piece. They sauntered in together on their stilettos and Morgan motioned for Neal to come and meet them.

“Oh, hiiiiii! Hey, stud, get over here!”

“Oooh, I see you got a big one” leered the blonde.

“Mm-hmm, did you see those pictures?” asked the redhead.

Morgan introduced the duo to Neal. The blonde was Kelsey Lawler, former Donner Bulldogs cheerleader, and the redhead’s name was Mary Harvey, both alumni of Donner High, and of the Maneaters as well.

Neal knew at first glance that they looked familiar, but hearing their names was a total jolt to his system. He hadn’t heard them in years and hearing them now was like traveling backwards in time. Morgan, however, had to remind both of them who Neal was.

“Oh my gosh, shut up!” exclaimed Mary. “I thought Morgan was kidding when she said she was bringing you here! Wow…I can barely even remember you though, Neal!”

You used to make me miserable by mocking me for being fat every day, thought Neal, And now you don’t even remember me?

Somehow, that hurt him more than if she had remembered him.

“Me either” shrugged Kelsey. “But hey, Neal, remember our big homecoming game against Packer High? Remember that last-second touchdown Donnie Bennington made, that won us the trophy with five seconds left on the clock?! I’ll never forget that!”

He didn’t, but he nodded.

“Oh” said Mary, “And remember that time when Neal streaked in the hallway?”

That wasn’t exactly how it happened, Neal thought glumly.

Morgan saw that Neal’s face had fallen, and shot Mary a look.

“Hey, yeah, that was so funny!” said Kelsey. “Man, you were so fat then, Neal!”

Mary stifled a laugh, and Morgan shot Kelsey an even harsher look.

“Oh, sorry” said Kelsey, noting the ashen color of Neal’s face. “But look at you now!”

She gave his left arm’s bicep an appreciative squeeze. Neal looked from her manicured hand to her smiling face.

It did make him feel better.

“Look at you now” she repeated. “Yummy, yummy!”

She and Mary went over to say hello to Krystal and Nina on the couch, and Morgan smiled at Neal apologetically.

“Sorry. I know those days are kind of a sensitive subject, but everyone else who I told you were coming said they were so excited to see you again, and see how cute you are now. Really!”

“That’s okay” said Neal.

The offhand references to his old humiliations did hurt his feelings, of course, but he told himself it was time to get over that. This was his night, after all.

A Chinese girl and a brunette were the next arrivals. The Chinese girl, looking very short even in her high heels, wore a pink one-piece while her brunette companion had a more daring polka dotted two-piece with a frilly petal top and bottom.

“Hey, what the fuck!”  grinned the brunette. “You tryin’ to keep us out, Morgan?”

Morgan introduced Neal to Cecilia Yang and Brenda De Weerdt as they entered the house.

“And you said you went to high school with this side of beef?” asked Brenda.

“We did too!” shouted Kelsey from across the living room. “Donner High, yo! Goooooo Bulldogs!”

“And, he used to be very fat?” enquired Cecilia Yang.

Brenda and Morgan both saw the pained look in Neal’s face caused by Cecilia’s query, and both reached out to fondle his muscles reassuringly.

“Ooooh, but he’s so handsome now!” cooed Brenda. “Do you work out, handsome?”

“Fuck yeah he does!” Morgan answered on his behalf. “Didn’t I tell you guys I found this fucker at the gym?”

“What!” shouted Nina from across the room. “Is that where he’s been hiding out, all these years?”

“Plus, that dick pic we saw?” added Brenda. “Now that looked tasty! And Neal, I don’t know how much weight you’ve lost, but you should be proud of getting buff, it’s not easy!”

Neal smiled weakly. His blood was pumping fast from the touch of new women showing up every few minutes, but in spite of his body’s excitement his mind was faintly sounding a warning bell…It was a feeling he was about to become the victim of another prank.

But then Morgan turned on some loud dance music and as the gathered babes jumped up on their heels to dance, Neal was distracted from their offhand insensitive remarks about his old weight. He helped himself to another drink in the kitchen, and as soon as he came back out, Morgan threw him into the melee of the living room dance floor.

It was hard to stay upset when he was the only man in a room of indoor beach babes, gyrating their asses off. He’d never been much of a dancer, but was fast understanding that hardbodies like himself didn’t need to know shit about dance moves when every woman around you just wanted to bump and grind into you.

By the end of the next song, Morgan was letting in more beautiful women stuffed into sexy swimwear. They traipsed on their slutty heels over to Neal, Morgan introduced him to them all, and he tried his best to remember everyone’s name. He wasn’t used to meeting a lot of new people at once, let alone distractingly scantily clad girls who didn’t mind allowing his eyes to run all over their nearly naked bodies. Thankfully, most of them weren’t Donner High School alumnus and Neal was spared any further embarrassing recognition.

When they weren’t taking selfies, drinking or laughing amongst themselves, they all took turns in his molestation as they cavorted and danced around him. They squeezed his thighs, pinched his ass, pressed their chests against his back, pawed at his washboard abs and asked if he would flex his arms, so they could hang off of them like monkeys on tree branches.

Neal had never seen so much jiggling flesh in all his life. Tits were spilling out of their bikini tops and asses were popping out of their bottoms. It was a dream come true; being one man swimming around in a sea of naked skin…

And yet, something was still bothering him about all this.

The old expression, too good to be true came to mind again. What would possess so many adult women - including wives and mothers - to show up and act like one man’s personal harem, a man who most of them didn’t even know, trolling around in bikinis and heels like a bunch of music video bimbos?

Neal looked past the wasp-waisted girl who was taking her turn shimmying up on him, and rubbing her ass over the bulge in his swim trunks to the music’s heavy beat. He saw that the girls who weren’t dancing were all sizing up his body with mischievous look in their eyes he didn’t like. And when he caught them staring, they’d just snicker amongst themselves…

“Hey Morgan!” he heard one girl yelling over the music. “It’s getting hot in here! Why don’t we bring your friend outside? I’m getting hungry!”

Neal saw a wave of excitement wash across the room at this suggestion, and all at once the women stopped what they were doing to stare anxiously at him, waiting for some kind of go-ahead from their hostess.

Morgan knocked back a shot of whisky before answering.

“Hold on, guys” she ordered. “We’re waiting on one more, and I wanna make sure everyone’s here before…uh, before that! Got it?”

Everyone seemed disappointed by this decree, including Neal. Even in his beach wear, it was getting too hot inside Morgan’s house and he wanted this party to move outdoors, pool or no pool.

He was hungry, too. Morgan had said something about a pig roast, not that he wanted any of that, but he could at least have some chips or something while the others were waiting. Didn’t something like that take a long time to cook? He was starting to feel as impatient as the others…

But they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and when Morgan answered it, Neal saw the evening’s last arrival in the doorway: a blonde woman wearing a lime green pretzel-style monokini.

Morgan answered it and Neal saw a blonde woman standing in the doorway wearing a pretzel style monokini, and per the party’s apparent dress code, a pair of heels.

“Lisa!!” greeted Morgan.

Lisa…Shit, Lisa Bartlett! Her full name came right back to him as he took in her old familiar face.

Lisa Bartlett had always seemed like the most approachable of the Maneaters…The most relatively “plain” looking one. The least mean of them. But she was still a dreamgirl; the blonde-haired blue-eyed girl next door every guy wished could be his high school sweetheart. He’d felt the same way, at least until the day he saw her among the mob chanting about Neal the naked seal.

Even after all these years, her face still melted his heart. And even after all of tonight’s craziness, the thought of reintroducing himself to Lisa Bartlett was still enough to make him nervous.

But then Morgan saw him and motioned for him to come over, so Neal made himself do that.

Lisa smiled up at him. One thing had changed in him tonight, as for the first time this evening he felt confident enough to take the lead introducing himself. It was as if all the adoration he’d been receiving was to pump him up, just for this moment!

“Hey Lisa” he said. “Long time no see.”

Lisa gave him the once-over, checking out his chest, his arms, his legs and his package.

“Wow” she said to Morgan. “This tall drink of water used to be Neal the seal?”

Neal cringed. Somehow he’d gotten this far without hearing that name from anyone, but there it was, fresh and painful as ever, and in that moment he knew that as a former fat kid he’d always be a fat kid inside.

“Knock it off” laughed Morgan. “Can’t you tell he still doesn’t like that name? Neal’s the lucky boy tonight, he doesn’t wanna hear that shit! That was a lifetime ago!”

Lisa began to circle him like a shark, pawing at his naked torso as her heels tapped the floor around him.

“Hmm, yes, you certainly have changed, Neal.”

When she lapped back around to his front, she batted her eyelashes at him.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, with that nasty old nickname. You’re so cute, and I’m sorry we were so mean to you back then, just because of a few extra pounds.”

She bit her lower lip and moved her hands across his chest, admiring its firmness.

“I saw those pictures Morgan sent of you” she said. “And I couldn’t believe what an Adonis you turned into. Can you ever forgive us? Would you forgive me, Neal, for not seeing your, ah…potential?”

Well, that made Neal feel a bit better at least. He’d certainly never expected to see Lisa Bartlett again after high school, let alone in a swimsuit while she felt him up. Hearing her say “Neal the Seal” hurt, but not enough to make him lose the tent in his drawers…

“I just wanna eat you up!”

She grabbed his hard cock through the thin material of his swim trunks, and he almost came right then and there.

For all of the teasing Morgan’s friends had put him through tonight, they’d managed to keep their hands off his junk until now, like it was the one rule of their little game. Maybe Lisa hadn’t gotten the memo, because now she of all people had just gone and given him a squeeze. Several women in the vicinity who’d been watching them actually gasped.

As Lisa looked Neal confidently in the eye, Morgan gently removed her hand from his hardness.

“Down, girl!” she giggled. “Not yet!”

“Aw c’mon, Morgan!” objected one of the partygoers.

“What’s going on?” asked Kelsey Lawler, who hadn’t seen Lisa touching the merchandise.

“Lisa just got here!” shouted Mary Harvey. “And she’s as hungry as we are! Hey Morgan, wasn’t she the last one we were waiting for?”

“Okay, okay!” Morgan shouted back, before turning to Neal.

“I’ve got a question for you” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Uh oh” grinned Neal, as the women began to gather around him. What were they up to now?

Morgan twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

“If you had to pick…”

“Which one of us…” interrupted Brenda De Weerdt, appearing beside him with her boobs pushed out.

“Would you choose…” said the voice of Krystal Stein from behind him, draping one of her long legs around his.

“To eat that juicy cock of yours?” asked Lisa sweetly, curling her finger into her lower lip.

The room exploded with laughter, cheers and screams as all the women began shouting for Neal’s attention, like they were hoping to be chosen as volunteer for a magic act to make his cock disappear.

“Pick me, Neal!”

“No, I wanna eat it!”

“You bitch, it’s mine!!”

“Over here! Neeeeal!!!”

Every bare inch of his body was being pinched and squeezed as they kept vying for his attention. He was still very much a shy little fat boy in a big man’s body, but he was almost ready to throw one of these temptresses onto Morgan’s sofa and have his way with her.

Morgan gave a shrill whistle that somehow pierced through the noisy chaos of the room and the guests all turned to their hostess as one.

She raised her hand high above her head and her guests all turned to her as one, awaiting the orders of their hostess. Neal marveled at her ability to command the unruly horde.

Leader of the pack as always, huh Morgan?

“All right, sluts!” she announced. “There’s only one way to settle this! The gang’s all here, so I want you to getcher your asses outside and let’s really get this party started! It’s hot dog time!!”

Morgan’s bikini babes reacted like a bomb had hit them. Neal just looked at Morgan and mouthed the words, hot dog time?

She smiled, nodded and mouthed the words back, you’ll see as the ladies swarmed around Neal to usher him outside.

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Morgan had a nice, spacious backyard. Even though there wasn’t a pool to complete the “beach party” theme, she did have a huge patio area with several picnic tables, a couple of gas powered barbecue grills, and even a volleyball net set up in the grass beyond. She even had tiki torches planted in the grass. Maybe this could still be a “beach party” after all.

And, as Morgan had promised, there was a giant fire pit full of charcoal with an eight foot roasting skewer above it, perfect for roasting a giant pig Hawaiian style.

There was also a black leather massage table of some sort, which struck Neal as a slightly odd thing to have in your backyard patio.

He didn’t have time to contemplate this. The women left their high heels indoors and quickly set to work, darting around the backyard making preparations as if they’d done this many times before: bringing out paper plates and plastic utensils, readying the barbecue coals in the pit, setting out condiments on the picnic tables.

They guided Neal over to stand in a designated spot near one of those tables, where the next thing he knew, his swim trunks were being yanked down to his ankles and he found himself standing with his genitals exposed for the third time that evening.

In front of this big crowd, he felt not unlike he had on the day of that awful prank so long ago, but what a difference a few years made. Could any of the kids who’d witnessed his humiliation that afternoon at Donner High ever imagine that one day “Neal the Seal” would again be standing stark naked in front of Morgan, her Maneaters and all these other hot girlfriends of theirs?

But where they once looked disgusted by his naked body, now it looked like they wanted to devour it. They stared at his erect cock in particular with a craving lust that seemed to mesmerize them with hunger. And the more intensely the backyard beach beauties stared at him, the more erect he became.

Many of them were taking out their phones again, to capture the moment. Neal supposed he should have protested, or at least asked them to promise they’d keep the recordings private, but he was too drunk and too delirious inside this waking wet dream.

Suddenly he felt a spongy substance enveloping his hard dick, and he looked down.

One of the girls, an over-endowed, pigtailed brunette in a one-piece halter with plenty of sideboob, was holding his manhood in a hot dog bun. She wasn’t even looking at him, just his frankfurter…Salivating, like she wanted to take a bite right then and there.

Hot dog time, he thought.

Morgan appeared next to the pigtailed girl, elbowing her aside as she kneeled down with a ketchup bottle in hand.

“No cutting in line, Cindy.”

Cindy pouted, stood up and walked away as Morgan squirted the red tomato paste up and down the length of his shaft.

“Hold still, fuckmeat” she giggled. “We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”

Before he could ask what that meant, Morgan was backing from him and shouting to the group.

“Okay, bitches…Come n’ get it!”

They descended on him like ravenous dogs and Neal nearly screamed. Maybe he did, he couldn’t even hear himself over the sound of the women’s frenzied war cries.

Of course, there wasn’t enough room for them all to converge around his cockdog, but that was the game.

Only six or seven of them successfully pushed their way past the others for a spot to drop to their knees before him. Within moments, Neal had a couple women’s mouths at either side of his meat, a couple underneath the shaft, and one at his dickhead.

They nibbled away the hot dog bun and licked up the ketchup slathered around Neal’s cock with their own slathering tongues. In ten seconds the bun and ketchup were all gone, leaving only his pulsing meat.

Neal would have enjoyed it more except for being so terrified that in their mania they’d actually bite his dick. But they had all demonstrated perfect control in how they used their teeth around his meat. Obviously, this was a party game Morgan’s friends had practice playing with their male guests of honor.

Catching his breath, Neal looked down at the women’s ketchup stained mouths smiling back up at him. They almost looked like a pack of animals with bloody maws. Among them were Brenda De Weerdt and Kelsey Lawler.

“Good thing this cock of yours stayed fat” giggled Brenda, wiping the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah” said Kelsey, blonde tresses of hair dangling down her face. “You could’ve been a Donner Bulldog with a cock like this!”

Morgan stepped back in front of him with another hotdog bun in hand, shooing the girls away with it.

“Okay, clear out, clear out! It’s time for round two and no double dipping! Everyone who’s already gotten a taste, make way!!”

The round one girls got off their knees, and walked away from Neal’s dick to a nearby picnic table for napkins to clean their messy faces.

“How many times are you gonna do this?” asked Neal.

“Why, don’t think you can handle it, fuckmeat?” grinned Morgan.

Why’d she keep calling him that?

“No, I mean it’s great, I just…”

“Two more” she answered. “Try to hold back until round three for me, ‘kay?”

Morgan tucked Neal’s raging red sausage into the yellowish bread. She was handed a yellow bottle of mustard, which she shook and then squeezed onto him. Knowing it would sting a little, so she called out for the next wave of attack as she finished applying the condiment.

“Round two! Aaaand…feast!!”

The slightly smaller herd stampeded forward, and another small group of women won their places at the feeding trough. Feeling safer as they cleaned his cock, Neal suddenly found it very hard not to cum.

He had only lost his virginity a couple years ago, and though he’d always thought blowjobs weren’t supposed to use teeth, feeling all those pretty little pairs of teeth around his dick, while their tongues flailed all over every inch of him, was strangely stimulating. How had he never noticed before how women’s teeth were completely different from men’s?

Mary Harvey, the curly haired redhead was among this pack of competitive eaters, as was Nina Sandoval.

“Wow” said Mary, licking the last little dollop of yellow from his underside. “I’m definitely going to remember you at our next reunion, Neal.”

Nina nodded in agreement, then grinned at him and kissed the side of his plumped-up prick with her plump cartoon lips.

Good lord, Nina, thought Neal. You’re gonna be kissing your kids goodnight with those same lips.

They scooted away and Morgan swooped back in front of him with a third hotdog bun and final topping, some zesty barbecue sauce.

Neal winced as it was applied, his poor sausage feeling a little sore after being so lavished with attention. He wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.

“Tell me when you’re about to shoot” whispered Morgan.

“Okay” he grunted.

“Round Three!!” she shouted, a little too close to his ears.

The last cluster of them came running forward, and their mouths fell all over him, including that of Cecilia Yang, Krystal Stein and good lord, even Lisa Bartlett!

Seconds later the hotdog bun disappeared and the women began tongue-bathing the barbecue sauce from his spoiled dick. Neal’s eyes were transfixed on Lisa’s angelic face as she slurped wantonly at the side of his sausage. He’d once dreamed of a wholesome, all-American girl like her being his girlfriend so they could do wholesome things together like sharing popcorn at the movies, or hot dogs at baseball games.

He should’ve known that however innocent she looked, she was one of the Maneaters and this was the only kind of hotdog she cared about.

As Cecilia, Krystal and the rest of them continued their assault, Lisa looked up at him and winked. It was too much.

“Morgan!” he cried.

The hostess rushed back in front of him and the other women cleared a path for her.

Dropping to her knees in front of Neal’s cockhead, Morgan inserted his tip into her mouth, while the others continued to kiss, lick and nibble the rest of his swollen member.

Cecilia paused from flicking her little pink tongue at the right side of his barbecue flavored sausage, and she looked up at him with a hazy expression glazed over her hooded eyelids.

“Ooohh, yes. Feed her, Neal…”

She went back to licking him and Krystal looked up from among the other bobbing heads of the party guests nuzzling crotch.

“Yeah, fuckmeat!” she sneered. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted!? Do it already!”

Lisa looked up at him again too, smiling brightly through her red-stained teeth.

“Cum down her throat, Neal! Go for it!” she cried.

Neal’s knees buckled and his face grimaced as the pent up load inside him erupted into Morgan’s mouth, who swallowed it in gulps without spilling a drop.

The rest of the women cheered and applauded as Neal almost fell over backwards, before several party guests came to help him stay standing.

“Easy there, big guy!” one laughed.

Morgan rose to her feet, placed a hand on her chest, and let out a loud belch that put everyone into hysterics except for Neal, who was still wheezing for breath.

“Damn” said Morgan, patting her belly as she looked around and grinned at her friends. “We forgot to bring the mayo for these cockdogs, good thing Neal brought his!”

“Hmm. I think he still looks really tense” said Brenda De Weerdt.

“You’re right” agreed Krystal Stein. “Why don’t we bring him over to the ‘massage table’ now, Morgan?”

The others hollered their approval.

“Okay, let’s do this thing” said Morgan. “We’ve all had our appetizers, now it’s go time.”

Appetizers? thought Neal, as the ladies prodded him towards the black leather massage table between the patio area and barbecue pit.

“Come on” said a thin blonde in a high-legged dalmatian-print bikini.

“Yeah, lay down here, Neal” coaxed a raven-haired beauty in a tiger striped one-piece. “Lay on your stomach, we’re not done pampering you yet…Fuckmeat.”

The way she said “fuckmeat” almost sounded like a threat, but Neal did as he was told and climbed onto the plush table. His head was spinning, and it was such a relief not to be standing up anymore, trying not to cum while tipsy, that he collapsed face first.

It was strange how the massage table had a section cut out in its center for his belly and genitals to hang out of, though.

A speciality massage table for a ‘happy ending’ to be milked out from underneath, he guessed. Well, it’s gonna be a few minutes before I’m ready again…

From every direction, ladies’ fingers began to massage and work out the tired muscles of his arms, legs, shoulders, back and bare buttocks.

It was so immediately relaxing that Neal thought his sweaty body would melt into the upholstery.

His eyes closed. Exhausted from sheer pleasure, he drifted off into post-orgasmic sleep as the women’s hands kneaded his flesh like dough, and the soft pleasant chatter of their voices lulled him to sleep…

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Neal woke up.

He blearily glanced around and saw that he was still on the massage table with his head facing forward, resting on his chin. How had he wound up sleeping in such an unusual position? It must have been sheer exhaustion. His whole body felt heavy, like he could barely move. How long had he been asleep?

It was much deeper into the night now, and the midnight sky was solid black. Morgan’s patio porch lights had been lit up since he’d been snoozing. The open flames lent an eerily primal feeling to his surroundings, like the world he’d woken up into was a more primitive and savage one.

And where was everyone?

He couldn’t hear any girls nearby, and although Morgan’s house lights were on he couldn’t see them through the windows, either. Had they left him out here to sleep it off, after their crazy “cockdog” game, and just gone home?

It had gotten colder outside, too. A chilly wind rolled across his backside, and he badly wanted to go indoors so he could at least crash on Morgan’s couch. Or maybe even climb into bed with her…

Neal tried to get up.

And to his alarm, he found that he couldn’t move his arms or legs. They’d been restrained to the table with straps!

Shit, this wasn’t a massage table, it was some kind of kinky S&M setup!

He almost had to laugh. It figured, that a bunch of wild women like these would pull a prank like this, leaving him tied down out here for the night.

But the thought of being stuck out here until morning didn’t strike him as funny at all.

Feeling trapped was making him perspire, and that perspiration made him aware of something else: It wasn’t just the late hour making his naked body feel colder.

His whole body, including his head, had been shaved bald.

He didn’t have a mirror, but he didn’t need one. He could feel it. Before they’d strapped him down, there wasn’t any doubt in his mind. Those cock crazy bitches had shaved his arms, his legs, his chest, and his whole damn head bald as part of this stupid prank.

Feeling a breeze below the table, he realized they’d given his crotch the same treatment as well.

Good lord, how old were these women? This was college kid shit at best. Had they drawn penises on his face while he was passed out, too? It wouldn’t surprise him.

Okay, fuck this, thought Neal. The house lights are on. They must have all gone inside, I’m just going to start yelling until they come back out here and let me…

But before he could finish the thought, he felt a pair of wet hands land on his bare back. And then a second pair, and a third.

The ladies had been out here with him, as if silently waiting for him to awake. And now, they were…lubricating him with some kind of oil? Was this another massage?

Neal remained in confused silence as the new rubdown continue, but within seconds he felt that the liquid was beginning to tingle.

“Hey…Hey! Let me up…!!” he protested, but even his simple words of protest were a struggle as he shifted around weakly.

The oil, or whatever it was, was going from a tingling sensation to a burning one as his skin absorbed it.

Then Neal heard a latch unlock, and gasped as he felt his unseen masseuses moving his legs apart. They were still being held down to the table - the back end had apparently split open, spread-eagling his lower half with a clasp around each ankle. These S&M tables were full of surprises.

Neal didn’t like where this prank might be going. Not one bit.

Because the next thing he felt was one of the women’s fingers slipping into his butt cheeks, and oiling his asshole.

And it was at that moment when the women’s fingers slipped past his butt checks, and began oiling his asshole.

“Ohh…!” he groaned in shock.

They laughed at that, and he saw more women walking out in front of him with drinks and phones in hand, still in their swimwear despite the colder temperatures. He didn’t see Morgan amongst them, but all the others seemed to be there. Had they just been behind him, enjoying the show all this time?

They smiled at him, in an ominous way that Neal hadn’t seen before. He didn’t like it The flickering flames of the tiki torches gave their grinning faces a demonic glow, like hell’s own swimsuit model photoshoot.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Quiet, fuckmeat” said one of masseurs behind him, sending the others into fits of evil giggles.

“Enough’s enough, guys!” he said, trying to sound tough.

“‘Enough’s enough, guys!’” echoed another, as she continued lubricating him.

“Come on, let’s hurry it up” said a bored-looking woman in front of him while scrolling absently through her phone. “Why is this beefcake still on the hoof?”

“Oh c’mon, he’s not a steer” chided another, who Neal recognized as Mary Harvey.

She twirled her finger around a curl of red hair. “We told you. He’s a seal.”

Unbelievable. Not only had this whole evening been a trick just to humiliate him, but Morgan and her friends were still such sluts after all these years that they and their other slutty friends were all willing to take turns licking his cock, just to lure him onto this table so they could shave him bald and do who-knows-what-else to him…

And as he felt unseen fingers circling the ring of his anus with lube, he understood with horror that these who-knows-what-else shenanigans would definitely include butt stuff.

But the table was solid as a rock, and didn’t budge an inch.

“Wow, look at him go” snickered a voice behind him that he recognized as Cecilia Yang. She was one of the girls rubbing him with whatever that horrible, burning goo was.

“He’s feisty!” smirked Kelsey Lawler, stepping forward from the crowd with her phone out to record his debasement. “Maybe we should tenderize him first.”

“No way” said another. It was Brenda De Weerdt. “I could never club a seal.”

As they laughed, Neal heard the house’s glass door slide open and the others stepped aside.

Morgan came through the parted pathway, wearing a chef’s hat and a clear plastic apron with the words FUCK THE COOK printed in cursive font over her sexy body.

Neal’s masseurs finally stopped applying their sticky coating to him, and moved away from his table to join the rest. They were all anxious to see what their leader would say to their prisoner…

“Morgan” gasped Neal. “Let me off this thing.”

With her hands on her hips and a look of pity she shook her head, no.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Morgan rolled her eyes.

“Okay, you really wanna know?”

Neal braced himself, expecting to hear her berate him over how much of a loser he still was, a fatboy dweeb for life, Neal the Seal forever no matter how much he’d gotten into shape, how they’d been having such a great time tonight laughing at him behind his back and now they were really gonna teach him a lesson for thinking he had a shot with any of them…

But he never would have guessed what she actually said next.

“Do you know what Femcan is?”

The captive man blinked.

“No…?”

Some of the others laughed.

“Of course he doesn’t” said Krystal Stein.

“It means female cannibalism” Morgan said proudly.

“Cannibalism?”

She folded her arms underneath her breasts and elaborated.

“Is there an echo out here? Yeah, Neal, cannibalism. I’m sure you don’t get out much, but if you did, you might know it’s really popular these days, at least among us sexy single ladies.”

From somewhere in the crowd, Nina Sandoval piped up.

“Hey, me too! I’m fuckin’ married, got three kids and I don’t give a fuck!”

“If my husband knew I was here” said another, “I’d have to eat him!”

Kelsey chimed in amidst their laughter.

“And I’ve got a boyfriend. But eating’s not cheating.”

As they whooped and high-fived each other, Morgan waved her hands, silently urging them to settle down.

“Okay, okay, he gets the idea.”

But she was wrong; Neal didn’t understand. Why were they trying to scare him like this? He knew now that they’d never grown up, and that humiliating him was still how they got off, but what was this shit about cannibalism?

“Come on” he said. “What are you really going to do to me?”

“Neal. Listen to me, I’m explaining it to you, smart guy. When you go through life with the appetite for fun that girls like us have…Well, didn’t I warn you back in the gym that we still see men as pieces of meat?”

She leaned over his prostrated body and gave his spread-apart ass a pinch on each cheek.

“Mmmm, look at that juicy rump! Nice job oiling him up, guys.”

“Thanks!” squeaked Cecilia.

“Shit” said Kelsey. “Too bad he’s not really Neal the Seal anymore. All that fat would’ve added some major flavor!”

“It’s all good” chuckled Morgan, trailing her fingers from his ass to his legs. “But nothing gets me hungrier than a big musclebound dummy, anyway. Congrats again on your buff new bod, Neal. I mean it! We all had fun with it tonight…Getting all those delicious enzymes flowing through your meat.”

Enzymes? What the hell was she on about? She sounded so sure of himself, he was almost beginning to believe that they were really…

“If you’re trying to scare me” he scoffed defiantly, “You’ll have to do better than this.”

“Don’t believe me? That’s cooking oil on your body right now, Neal. We’ve had fun with your body already tonight, but now we’re really going to enjoy it.”

Morgan began feeling up each part of him with both hands as she continued.

“Stripping your bones…sucking the meat from your ribs…slicing up some rump roast…chewing on your drumsticks. And the rest we’ll carve up for cold cuts!”

Neal’s eyes widened. She almost sounded like she meant it. Even through his oiled body, he could feel himself sweating…

“Oh, and the sweet meats of course. Fuck! I almost forgot, we’ve gotta take those out before getting you over the fire! Hey, Bloody Mary, get over here, you’re on gut duty!”

Mary Harvey squealed in delight as she made her way over to him and disappeared under the table. He heard what sounded like metal objects rattling around beneath him, and Mary handed Morgan something that she placed under his butt, between his outstretched legs. Something metal, that felt cold on his skin.

“Kelsey! Lisa!” called Morgan. “Come over here and let’s stick this pig.”

Morgan’s compatriots joined her, and as the three of them moved behind Neal. Lisa Bartlett, whom he hadn’t noticed among the others, blew him a kiss as she walked past him, shattering his heart. The rest of the crowd was buzzing with excitement over whatever they were about to do, moving in closer and getting their phones near his face for a better picture.

A better picture of what? This whole situation was so deranged. Good lord, they were going to stick something in his ass and take pictures to blackmail him, weren’t they?

“Hey Neal!” he Morgan’s voice call behind him. “You’re not gay, right?”

Her voice sounded a little strained, like she was picking up something heavy.

“N-no!” he replied quickly.

“We were never really sure back in high school” he heard Kelsey say, sounding similarly strained. What were they doing back there?

“Yeah, I don’t think I ever saw you even going out with the ugly girls” added Lisa.

As the crowd of women held their phones closer to his face, they began looking back and forth from his face to something behind him, grinning in anticipation.

“So you’ve never gotten fucked in the ass?” asked Morgan.

“Of course no-ooaaAARRHHH!!!!!!!”

Morgan, Kelsey and Lisa rammed their eight foot spit forward, penetrating Neal’s oiled-up butthole, skewering through his bowels and spiking its way through his stomach until finally he felt it pushing up his throat, past his teeth and out of his mouth, leaving gore from his insides stuck to its pointy end.

The women all leaned forward, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over his mutilation with their pendulous boobs dangling over his face. Many of them had attended Morgan’s spit parties before, but those who hadn’t until tonight were left awestruck at the sight of the bloody pole sticking out of Neal’s mouth. There wasn’t a dry bikini bottom left among any of them.

Stunned with excruciating pain, Neal saw stars and flashing lights around him. Some of them were the flashes of pictures being taken, but the difference barely registered.

Cecilia Yang came up close to his face with a picnic napkin in hand, and began to dab the blood dribbling down his chin from out of his mouth.

Crosseyed, he stared at her as she used the napkin’s bloody remainder to wipe the point of the spit pole clean of his internal viscera.

“Tisk tisk” she smiled at him. “Soooooo messy!”

He could feel blood pouring out of his asshole as well, into the pan they’d helpfully set under him.

At last he felt strength enough to thrash his head around, but the cold metal pole running up his throat kept him firmly in place.

He tried to scream, but the only noise he could make was a wheezing, high pitched whine. The pain of the pole was catching up with him fast.

Morgan, Kelsey and Lisa sauntered back in front of them, asses bulging out their bikini bottoms as they put extra sway in their hips to tease him.

“Look at that” said Lisa. “Always makes me feel bad for all those times I stayed home.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t want to come with us back in the day, Lisa!” said Kelsey.

“Me either” she said. “Why was I ever such a goody two shoes? I’m surprised you guys let me hang with you at all.”

“And yet here we are” said Morgan, “Reunited with Neal the Seal! A blast from the past to help you make up for lost time! Hey, let’s do that thing now, okay?”

She looked to the others. “One, two, three!”

In unison, every girl not holding a phone or a drinking glass leaned in to clap their hands in Neal’s face, as they began a familiar chant.

“Squeal, Neal, squeal!”

“Squeal, Neal, squeal!”

“Squeal, Neal, squeal!”

And he did. Neal squealed and sobbed, streaming tears down his face that mingled with the blood trailing down his chin.

He closed his eyes, unable to look at his tormentors anymore, but his reprieve only lasted a second.

Then there was new pain shooting through him, almost enough to distract from his skewering.

Underneath the table, Mary Harvey was slicing open his stomach through that hole that was built into the table, using whatever sharp implements they kept down there.

Neal felt her little hands make the incision and unfolding the lining of his stomach with deliberate precision, working like a mechanic under a car.

Then he felt his own guts spilling, falling but also being pulled out by Mary’s little hands. He could hear them splattering into some kind of tub. There were a lot of them. A fat kid on the inside…

He also heard Morgan bending under the stable, to say something to the butcher at work.

“Okay, hurry up, we don’t wanna lose him before we get him on the fire!”

“You want his cock and balls, too?” asked Mary.

“Fuck yeah, if you don’t get ‘em off now they’re just gonna burn off. Drop ‘em in the tub with the rest of his guts, and we’ll fish it out later for the grill.”

“Hell yes, finally a real cockdog!” giggled Nina Sandoval.

“And somebody put on some music!” Morgan instructed the others. “This is still a party, you guys!”

One of the girls ran over to the stereo and switched it on. Bass thumping dance music began to pump out, and some of the women began to gyrate their sexy bodies to the beat that drowned out Neal’s death whimpers.

After a few more handfuls of intestines were yanked out, Neal felt his cock and balls taken off as well.

Then he felt himself being lifted up by the skewer which ran all the way through him from ass to mouth. They rotated him to face belly side up and he stared up at the other bikini beauties who surrounded him and began stuffing vegetables into his emptied stomach before stitched them up inside with wire.

The task completed, others applied cooking oil to his front side and did so in a fraction of the time it had taken to oil his back.

To Neal it felt like hours, but it all happened in a matter of minutes. Clearly, time was of the essence and they wanted him to last long enough to get him over the charcoal…

An old memory suddenly popped up in Neal’s mind, a childhood memory, and he wondered if his life had started flashing before his eyes. But it wasn’t his whole life, just one specific memory from when his parents had taken him on vacation to Hawaii as a child.

It was a memory of seeing a luau pig being roasted.

That’s why pig roasts made him queasy. He could remember now. As a child, it had made him sick to his stomach to see that pig on a spit, and that’s why he’d avoided any outdoor pig roasts ever since.

And now here he was. Yeah, life was funny like that.

The girls carried him over to the roasting pit, and began to rotate him slowly on his skewer. He was a human rotisserie now, and as his whole world rotated around and around, he saw the women spinning around him, still recording his demise with their phones while laughing, joking, dancing, even playing volleyball with the net Morgan had set up. It was a beach party after all…

Some of the women simply laid in the grass, watching with open mouthed amazement and rubbing their pussies, faster and faster. Some were making out with each other, copping feels underneath each other’s bikini tops and occasionally looking up to steal glances at his suffering to heighten their sapphic indulgence. The scent of female arousal was mingling with his own smell of cooking flesh, which Neal realized actually smelled like pork…

Fuckmeat. At last he understood. They were right…That’s what he was.

He’d always wanted women to want him for his body. And these women truly did.

And he’d always wondered what went on within the exclusive circles of those beautiful popular girls in at Donner High School, in those cliques like the Maneaters. Who’d have known that all this time, they were beginning to fall into bizarre alternative lifestyles like this one?

Somehow, during all those years Neal had spent alone in his room playing video games and eating pizza, the world had become a pretty scary place. He didn’t understand women when he was a kid, and he sure didn’t understand them now.

Why’d he ever have to start going to the gym? He should’ve just stayed at home, where it was safe…

Morgan talked about cannibalism like it was just another fad among women. “Femcan,” she’d called it, like it was some hip trend. And maybe it was. How many others were out there like them, preying on the unsuspecting male population? How many others had wound up like himself, fuckmeat for a backyard human pig roast?

These were Neal’s last thoughts before the sizzling pain became too intense, and his senses flared out into nothing.

How many others were out there…like Morgan and the Maneaters?

THE END