themariogamer

Bachelor Party

Published: August 18th 2024, 6:16:25 pm

Hey there dudes and dudettes!

I am back again with a new caption, and this time I bring you an old idea of mine again.
Pretty much just a guy thinking his fiancee is cheating, and going to the "Bachelorette" party she wants to visit to keep an eye on her.
Turns out it actually is a Bachelor party his fiancee helped to host for a friend, and he now becomes the entertainment.

I hope you all enjoy, and until next time stay happy and healthy!

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"Oh, Maxine, those moves are wonderful! I never knew you could dance like that or that you were that flexible," Christine teased as she walked over to the bench where her fiancee was sitting. Max, meanwhile, could only glare at Christine, his face and body glistening from the sweat running down his body, though his makeup and the glitter on his body were not affected. "Ha... Ha... Very... Funny," he said in between panting, his lungs feeling like they were on fire while his whole body ached, especially his feet from the tall heels he was forced to wear.

Though before he could say anything else, music once again started to sound, making his eyes go wide. "Oh, looks like your break is over, Maxine. Chop chop, back on the pole with you!" Defeated, Max just hung his head and stood up, his legs protesting at every movement, though there was nothing he could do as he felt a slap on his ass courtesy of his fiancee as he made his way back to the stripper pole that was his home for tonight.

This disaster started a few weeks ago when Max's fiancee started to disappear in the evenings, claiming that she had to go somewhere, but never telling him outright where she was going. At first, Max really did not mind, enjoying having an hour or two to himself. However, as this pattern continued for nearly two weeks, he quickly grew suspicious, thinking Christine was cheating on him.

Now he started to follow her as discreetly as he could whenever she left, and everytime she was heading to the same house, unluckily Max didn't know whose house it was exactly.

After another two weeks, Max finally had enough and wanted to confront his cheating spouse, though then something happened that made him have a different idea as Christine approached him about something else.

"Hey Max, listen. One of my friends is getting married, and they are having a party that I really need to attend," she said. Max's mind ran a mile a minute as he realized the implications. "Absolutely not. You are not going to some wedding party!" he gruffly said, his jealousy reaching its head as he imagined his fiancee with her friends, getting lapdances from male strippers and whatnot. "What? I was not asking for your permission, you know. I am my own woman, and I can do what I want," Christine replied, narrowing her eyes as she did not imagine Max would react like that. "Still, you are not going, and that is final! I don't want you going behind my back like that! Who knows what will happen at that party!"

"What are you talking about? Don't you trust me?!" "This has nothing to do with trust; I just don't want you at some seedy club! Unless I am going with you, there is no way I will let you go. I don't want you to just fool around like some cheap harlot! And if you dare to go against my will, I swear to god I will fucking leave you right here, right now!"

Those words made shocked Christine to the core, apparently, her own fiancee did not trust her, but the accusations he made about her also made her blood boil with rage, wanting to rip him a new one. Though then her mind got another idea, a devious plan that would teach Max a lesson for sure, and so instead of chewing his head off Christine just gave her fiancee a dazzling large smile.

"Sorry Maxxie, you are right. But I really want to go, so it looks like you have to come with me if that is not a problem with you?" "No, of course not" Max immediately replied, surprised by the turn. "Thanks! Though I still have to make you fit in for the party, you understand? It would raise way too many questions at the party if I turn up with my husband-to-be, so I will have to make you fit it."

Max pondered a moment over the circumstances, but in the end, he agreed. After all, if just fitting into a hen party was all it took to make sure his fiancee was not going behind his back he would do it. And so a few days later, Max found himself in their bedroom, naked as the day he was born, as Christine started his transformation, though it was not exactly how Max expected things to go.

Because before he knew it Christine was dragging him to the bathroom wher she grabbed a razor and some shaving cream before she de-haired him head to toe, only leaving his eyebrows intact. "Can't have you be the only hairy girl at the party," she teased before removing hips- and breast forms from two boxes she had stashed away and glued them to Max's body.

"With those you will fit right in and nobody will be suspicious" she explained at her fiancee's sceptic look. "And luckily for you you already have a small waist, so no corset is needed!" Max did not know what to think, on one hand not liking his new assets, but also glad that he was not forced into a corset, but before he could think that things won't be so bad Christine continued the transformation.

For the next step, she took his willy and glued it between his legs, followed by his crown jewels being pushed inside his body and glued too, making his front flat just like that of a girl. Christine then dressed Max in the outfit for the night, which just consisted of a small string tanga she pulled over his legs, a small black latex top, and some 7-inch plateau heels put on his feet.

"W-What kinda outfit i-i that?" Max stammered out as he wobbled around in the heels, not used to the footwear in question, as he feared he would fall and break his ankle anytime soon. "The outfit for the party. Don't worry, This will make you fit right in with the girls" Chrisitine reassured her fiancee, holding him steady so he would not fall on his face and hurt himself. "But enough talking, it is time we finish this transformation" she continued, and with that she started doing his make-up, starting by covering his face in multiple layers of foundation.

Next she used tweezers to put his eyebrows into thin arches, followed by glued on eyelashes, mascara to give said lashes volume, eyeliner to make his eyes pop and some eyeshadow to finish. Afterwards Christine moved to the lips, covering them in multiple layers of plumper against Max's struggles after which she painted them a bright pink, making them look soft and oh so kissable. Lastly, she covered Max's bald head in a thick layer of glue before grabbing a blonde wig that she pressed onto his head, waiting for it to set before putting it into a ponytail and completing his look.

"And we are done, Maxine! And I have to say you look perfect. Here, take a look yourself" Christine giggled, holding out a mirror so Max could inspect the work she did on him. "M-Maxine? Why are you calling me like that-" he asked while taking the mirror from his fiancee, though his mouth quickly fell open in shock as he saw his new look in the mirror for the first time. "Well, I can't really introduce you to my friends as Max now, can I? Would totally not work with your new look" she explained, hiding her smirk. "So you have to be Maxine for now. Anyway, it is time for us to go, we don't wanna miss the party after everything I did for you, right?"

"H-Hey!" was the only response Max could give as Christine grabbed his hand and dragged him to the car, making him slowly stumble after her with his high heels. The car ride was silent, spent with Max looking into the mirror again and again, not believing the chick looking back at him. In fact, he was so distracted by his looks that he never questioned why his fiancee was dressed so casually compared to him or that they already arrived at the club.

"We are here, darling! Common, you can look at yourself later all you want," she giggled, ripping Max out of his stupor as she led him inside, though for some reason through the back entrance. She continued to lead him through some rooms, until they were in front of what looked like a big red velvet curtain, making Max confused. "Christine? What is t-" he tried to ask, but was silenced when suddenly a loudspeaker from the other side of the curtain started to sound while Chrsitine smirked.

"Ladies and Gentleman! Or more accurately just Gentleman! Today we are here to celebrate Chad getting married, and to make this Bachelor party unforgettable we have something very special!" This made Max's eyes go wide, realizing where this was going and why there was a red curtain, but as he turned around to his fiancee she threw some glitter on his body before spritzing him with something. "Don't worry, this is just stripper glue, it will keep that glitter right in place and keep that make-up from smudging from the sweat" she explained, her smirk only growing wider.

However, before Max could do anything, the speaker once again sounded as the curtain opened. "And so, let's welcome tonight's entertainment. Here comes Maxine, the sensually writhing stripper!" With that, the curtains opened, and Max was met with a bright light before his eyes managed to catch the rest of the room, revealing dozens of males around the catwalk. Max shot one final look back at Christine, though she only gave him a smile and a thumbs up, after which she made a shooing motion, so Max could do nothing but walk towards the pole.

And so for the next hours Max spent the time dancing on a pole or getting dollar bills stuffed inside his tanga when he crawled around the floor on all fours or giving lap dances, only getting a few breaks here and there. Though what he did not know is that Christine had something else in store for him tonight, and he was about to make Chad a very pleased man later this evening, with the consent of Chad's fiancee of course. Maybe this would teach him to trust his fiancee a bit more and not accuse her of cheating at the next best situation that presents itself.