Roberta 'Bobbie' Swann was intrigued at the invitation she got on her Facebook page. It was to a 'reunion' party for all of her public school classmates, hosted in a house shared by four young college men her age: Brad Peck, Rod Gibb, Dirk Dengler, and Peter Schiff.
Though none of them had seen each other since grade eight, she remembered all four of those names as if the five of them had stayed in touch all their lives. Not that she'd ever wanted to have: back in grade school, they bullied her, then a shy, scrawny girl, and called her 'The Ugly Duckling'. They'd taunt, "Swann will never be a swan!"
They never saw her blossom, though; and she was convinced that when they saw her that night, they'd be eating their poorly-chosen words. For Bobbie was now a big-breasted, curvy blonde beauty with a round behind that would make Sir Mix-a-Lot drool.
Added to these assets, Bobbie made all the modifications necessary to make her body conform with the standards of sexiness required of today's porn stars: tanning, a bikini wax, and even anal bleaching. Not that she'd wanted to do porn, but she just took that much pride in her looks that she wanted to compensate for the bruised self-esteem of her childhood.
Speaking of porn stars, the sight of those four guys' names together in the Facebook message made her think of the studs in a porno. She giggled, remembering how unattractive she'd thought they were back then, and how they were the last people to judge anyone else's looks.
She went to the house party in a tight-fitting black minidress, matching high heels, a red thong (no bra), and matching lipstick, with bright pink blush and thick, black mascara, her almost unvarying method of making up her face. She wanted all eyes on her...
...and she would surely get it; for as she approached the front door of the men's house, four young punks she hadn't noticed were ogling her from behind the bushes. She opened the door and went in.
As she walked among the crowd, grinning in reaction to her many male admirers, most of whom seemed too shy to risk rejection by going up to her and talking to her, she looked for those four guys from her childhood, eager to see their reaction to her transformation from zero to ten.
Finally, she found the four of them chatting together, and before they had a chance to be surprised by her new looks, she was surprised by theirs. First, the brunets: Brad was no longer fat, but tall and muscular, as was Rod, who as a kid had been as skinny as she back then. Dirk was a hot blond with Daniel-Craig-007 good looks (he was even in a suit), and Peter was such a cutie with those baby-blue eyes and that wavy blond hair.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to tease and snub them in revenge, or tease and fuck them in a repeat of that escapade she'd had a few months back with four other guys in a hotel room...
She walked over to them. "Hi, guys," she said.
They looked at her.
Their jaws all dropped.
Their eyes were almost falling out of their sockets.
Their dicks, though unseen, were pointing at her.
"Bobbie Swann?" they all asked together.
"Yeah," she said with a giggle, then turned around for them with a proud smirk.
"Holy, Mary, Mother of God," Brad said as his eyes followed the contours of her curves in profile, her round ass pushed out on one side, and her big tits pushed out the other way.
"Is this the girl we knew in grade school?" Dirk asked, looking down at her ass, when in mid-turn, she had her back to him.
"I'm no ugly duckling now, am I?" she asked, her other profile to Brad now. "Has Swann become a swan?"
"Yes, she has," Peter said as he stared at her cleavage.
"I can't believe we ever called you 'the ugly duckling'," Rod panted, also staring at her tits. "What were we thinking?"
She's gone from 'ugly duckling' to juggy fuckling, Brad thought, then said, "Can you ever forgive us for the way we treated you?"
"Yeah, can you, Boobie-er, Bobbie?" Rod asked.
"I don't know," she said, her tits and ass still pushed out, and her hands holding up her hair, letting it all fall down, lock by lock, tress by tress. "Maybe. We'll see."
"What do we have to do to you, er, for you, to make out, er, make it up to you?" Brad asked.
"I dunno," she said with pursed lips and doe eyes. "I remember a time when I was with four guys, just like you."
"What did you all do together?" Peter asked.
"Oh, they gang-banged me in a hotel room," she said with a sigh.
Again, all four men's jaws dropped and eyes bugged out.
"Of course, there was one thing about them that was different from you guys," she said.
"What was that?" Dirk asked.
"They never said I was ugly." She walked away.
The four men stood frozen, their dicks going limp.
The party continued through the night, with her talking to everyone else except those four, who found themselves frowning in utter regret at their past bullying of her. Still, she liked them, and wasn't finished with them yet. By the end of the night, and everyone was leaving, she figured she'd punished them enough. While the four men were at the front door saying goodnight to all the tipsy guests, she, quite drunk herself, hid in the basement, waiting to have the men all to herself.
After the men said goodnight to the last of the guests, Brad said, "What about Bobbie Swann? Where is she?"
"Did she leave earlier?" Rod asked.
"I don't think so," Peter said. "I saw her among the crowd when we came here to say goodnight to everyone, and we haven't gone away from the door this whole time."
"She's still here," Dirk said with a lewd grin.
"Is she hiding?" Rod whispered, looking around.
"Maybe she's got a surprise for us," Brad said.
"Is she taking a piss?" Peter said.
"Whether she is or not, I'll bet she'll need to pee soon," Dirk said. "She had a lot to drink tonight; I saw her taking many trips to the fridge to get beer. How about two of us look for her in the bathroom, while the other two search the rest of the house? If she isn't in the bathroom, Peter and I can hide behind the shower curtain, and if she goes in to pee, we'll surprise her on the toilet. I'll bet she has the sexiest embarrassed face."
"Oh, I like that," Peter said. "Let's go, Dirk."
"Rod and I will check the bedrooms, for obvious reasons," Brad said, then locked the front door.
"And the upstairs bedroom," Dirk said as he and Peter went to the first floor bathroom. The other two went upstairs after turning off all the first floor lights.
Dirk and Peter reached the bathroom and opened the door. "Nope," Peter said. "She isn't in here. Let's hide." They went in the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain in front of them.
Bobbie peeked through the ajar door from the basement. Having not heard their conversation, she said, "I guess they're all going to bed now." She came out of her hiding place. As she walked in the dark down the hall towards the stairs, she unzipped her dress at the back and let it fall to the floor. I've got a surprise for you boys, she thought.
Her feet were uncomfortable from wearing her high heels for so many hours, so she kicked them off. Now she was naked except for her red thong. She gave her bare boobs a wiggle and sighed with excitement, wondering if any of the guys were hiding and watching her.
