Jonah glanced at the clock on the dash and groaned. He knew traffic was going to be bad, but he had at least hoped he was going to have time to run home to put on his costume. Some quick math told him that wasn't going to happen. This was his first job after graduating last year and he couldn't just tell his boss he had to leave early to sneak off to a sorority costume party.

He glanced at the professionally printed invitation with the Sorority's letters embossed on a witch

s caldron and black cat. 7:00 PM. Costumes Required. He'd only been dating Megan for a month or so, they'd met over the summer when she was an intern. She was a year younger than him but stunning, with a sharp wit and wicked sense of humor. Of course he'd agreed to attend her sorority's costume party. Now he cursed himself for not wearing the costume to work like he'd planned, but the large cartoon mittens would have been impossible to type in.

He swore at himself for not swallowing his pride and just putting it on, but you can't go back in time. Racing through a yellow light he passed a grocery store. He swerved into the lot, earning a honk and a finger from another driver. He mouthed an apology they'd never hear. He pulled into a spot and rushed into the automatic doors. Spotting telltale yellow and brown, he spotted an aisle with bags of too small candy bars and a meager selection of costumes, heavily picked through. He cursed himself again. A witch hat, clown wig, devil horns, or a bunny ear headband with fluffy plush tail. Grabbing what he hoped was the least bad option, he snatched the blush white bunny ears and tail set from its peg and rushed to the counter. Passing the flowers, he pulled a dozen orange roses into his basket and nearly sprinted for the register.

Only one cashier was open of course. The woman in the pig costume in front of her was struggling to grip her credit card with her padded trotters. Soon she'd managed to pay and slowly gathered her purchase awkwardly.

Jonah forced a smile at the gorgeous Goth cashier in the rumpled Bo Peep costume which smelled faintly of cotton candy and whipped cream. Her name tag pinned awkwardly to the swooping neck line read Rachel. "Last minute costume?" she asked sleepily.

"Yeah."

"Family party or grown-up party?" she pressed, arching one eyebrow.

"Uh, adult." he blushed.

Rachel grew serious and glanced around. "Ok, here's what you need to do." Reaching under the counter, she grabbed one of the dusty uniform bow-ties the employees used to wear. "Ok, you're going to have to go shirtless if you want a chance of pulling this off."

"Thanks so much!" Jonah whispered.

"Don't mention it. Oh, you'll need this too." she reached into the pen cup beside the register and passed him a safety pin. It was a diaper pin with a yellow plastic duck. "For the bunny tail." she explained. He took it awkwardly. "Thanks again!" he gushed, his relief palpable. She gave him a friendly smile and turned to the next customer.

Jonah raced to the car and ripped off his button down shirt and t-shirt. The cold autumn air chilled him, adding to his already growing goosebumps. He stepped into the car and threw the bunny ears and tail on the seat beside him while his trembling fingers clipped the uniform bow-tie around his neck. It was almost too tight, but it'd have to do.

Pulling up across the street into an empty space in front of the stately mansion in the university's Greek Row, his heart sank as he saw the expensive costumes heading to the front door. He stepped out and pulled on the bunny ears. His work pants with no shirt were not going to cut it. He knew what he had to do. Gritting his teeth, he kicked off his shoes, slid out of his pants, the night air hitting his boxer briefs and bare legs like an ice bath. He snatched up the bunny tail and the safety pin and jabbed it below the elastic waistband of his boxers and into his left thumb at the same time. He yelped and licked the tiny prick of blood from his thumb, bravely lifted the orange roses and invitation, and marched as confidently as an inexperienced male stripper bunny could muster to the imposing oak doors.

A gorgeous angel stood at a podium by the door, eyeing Jonah up and down before inspecting the invitation suspiciously. "We get a lot of creepers around here." she explained. Jonah blushed. He had played sports in College, a year after graduation he was still fit, but his six pack abs were already safely stored away for the winter. "Is Megan here yet?" he smiled meekly. "She's getting the games ready, but I'll see if she's free." The angel offered, disappearing into the costumed thralls.

Megan squealed with joy when she spotted Jonah. "You look adorable!" she grinned, wrapping him in a hug. She was wearing a pink latex cat costume with a bouncy tail and shiny pink cat ears in her auburn hair. Her makeup was flawless, an adorable but elegant pink kitty nose and white muzzle with perfect whiskers drawn on. She stepped back and took a look at him again, this time her expression faded and she bit her lip nervously. "Uh, you look cute, but there's a little...tradition the Sorority has at this party. Nothing personal, but I worry a bit they might get a little, judgmental." Megan said in a low voice. She brightened again. "It's all in fun, you'll probably be fine." she assured it in a manner that had exactly the opposite effect on Jonah.

Megan didn't mention it again, the party was amazing, tables of desserts, sexy twists on games like bobbing for apples, rows after rows of desserts, and of course the flowing drinks the sororities were known for. Megan introduced Jonah to her sorority sisters who definitely made him feel welcome. Several even demanded a stripper dance which he awkwardly obliged until Megan was howling with laughter. Around 10 PM the music stopped and a beautiful harlequin jester, the Sorority's President, stood for an announcement. "It's time for the Costume Contest! As always, there are three categories: Best Costume, Best Group Costume, and, of course, " she paused for effect. "Worst Costume!" At that, the crowd cheered strangely and broke into tittering laughter.

First, Best costume goes to, Mermaid Aquarium!" The crowd cheered as a full sized aquarium wheeled in, the illusion of a gorgeous shimmering mermaid tail in a tall rectangular plexiglass aquarium which hid the mermaid's real legs so she could move herself around. Jonah had to admit the costume must have taken hours to build and put on.

"Next, Best Group Costume, Wizard of Oz!" a group of movie-realistic characters skipped up, including possibly the world's first sexy flying monkey. The crowd clapped as they accepted their award.

"And last but not least," The sexy jester continued. "WORST COSTUME!" a wah wah wah sound played over the speakers. "Come on up here, Bunny Male Stripper!" The women cheered, some wolf-whistled. Jonah's heart sank and his face went white, but he bravely approached the jester with a sheepish grin and a wave to the crowd. The jester turned to a nearby screen that showed security camera footage of the street, clearly showing Jonah awkwardly peeling off his khakis and wincing as his poked his thumb with the safety pin. "Way to plan ahead, Romeo!" she giggled.

"What's my prize?" hollered Jonah cheekily. The crowd laughed. The jester grinned wickedly. "You get a better costume." she grinned. An imposing looking wooden chair with arm rests was brought to the front of the room and a large gameshow wheel on a tripod was erected beside it. Jonah couldn't quite make out what was written on it, but he suspected it wasn't good. Helpfully, the Jester read the options aloud. "Pig, pink bunny, big baby, cow, puppy, llama, pinata, and cheerleader." the crowd broke into giggles again.

The wheel clattered and slowed like a slow-moving train wreck. Mercifully cheerleader slipped past, then pinata, then llama, then puppy. It appeared that it would stop on cow, but momentum carried it forward another click. Big baby!?

A box filled with costumes was ceremoniously brought forward. The Jester made her proclamation. "The wheel has spoken!" However, in light of the egregious lack of effort displayed this evening, it would be a shame if we didn't show our guest what a proper bunny costume is. Therefore I command, he shall become Baby Bunny!!!" the girls giggled uncontrollably at this new twist.

One of the angel girls approached, pulling the bunny ears from Jonah's head and unclipping the bow tie. "Usually we have to remove more costume, thanks for making it easy this year." she said in a low voice with a smirk.

A floppy plush bunny suit was unfurled in front of the poor victim. "Dress!" she ordered. Jonah stood, stepping out of his shoes and sliding his socked feet into the attached padded plush bunny feet of the outfit before stretching his arms awkwardly down to the padded mittens of the bunny suit. The zipper was tugged up his back. He jumped as he heard a click of a small padlock and felt its weight against his neck. The bunny hood was lifted onto his hair. A cold, industrial smelling goo was filling it, and the girls massaged the wet adhesive in, ensuring it wasn't going to budge. He rolled his eyes.

Next, an enormous fluffy white diaper was tugged between his trembling legs, forcing his thighs apart comically. He felt two sets of hands push him gently back down into the chair, Jonah's thickly padded butt soon registering something thick and sticky soaking into Jonah's boxer briefs, the lump from his cheap costume's bunny tail still pressing against his shivering spine. Plush padded paws were buckled into leather straps on the arm rest while a ridiculous baby bib and bonnet were secured with wide satin bows around Jonah's blushing neck and under his chin. The TV was now displaying a web cam showing off his degrading new costume. One of the girls in her own sexy bunny costume approached with a permanent marker, adding an adorable black heart shaped bunny nose onto the tip of his nose and a bunny muzzle with whiskers. Thick white makeup and bright red blush were painted on thickly, transforming his face into that of a babyish looking bunny.

"Pretty bunny, but something's missing." mused that jester. "I know! We need a marshmallow bunny!" an industrial sized cauldron of hot melted marshmallow was poured down the neck of the plush costume. It was almost hot enough to burn, but was definitely heating up Jonah's chest and lap as the molten goo filled and pooled in his waist, dripping down his legs. His chest hairs tugged painfully as he squirmed. Finally cans of expanding foam were sprayed into the waistband of his diaper, forming a giant bulge and sealing him into the humiliating outfit. Pictures were taken as hot fudge, caramel, and pumpkin pie was slapped into the poor man's face and over his humiliating new threads as he sat there dripping and miserable.

"Alight, you know the drill Ladies. Who invited him?" the jester growled. Megan sheepishly stepped forward, raising her hand meekly. Another chair was placed beside my impromptu high-chair. "Take a seat dear." Megan sat down slowly.

Two angels wheeled in a table loaded with more desserts. The jester hoisted up the first. "Up, please." she ordered. Megan complied immediately. The jester set the massive pie onto Megan's chair. "Take a seat." she commanded. Megan lowered her pink latex bottom onto the pie, sinking into it in slow motion as it squelched against the latex and plopped down her calves and cat tail.

Two more pies were raised, then twisted into Megan's perfect breasts. Jonah caught her gasp, then moan quietly as the pie tins plopped into her lap. Finally, a large banana cream pie was twisted slowly into her gorgeous kitten makeup painted face with a cruel splat. She sat motionless, making no attempt to resist.

"Next year, make sure your date is better dressed." the Jester scolded. Megan just nodded, the cream dripping from her hair and face into her lap. "You two lovebirds just sit there and enjoy the rest of the party!" giggled the jester. Megan shot a sympathetic look but said nothing.

Occasionally one of the sorority sisters would playfully smush a piece of pie into the pair's faces, or pour melted ice cream into the bulging diaper, sometimes letting their fingers linger a bit too long, eliciting a glare from Megan. As the last few guests disappeared, Megan stood and unbuckled Jonah's restraints. "Sorry about that." she apologized. "It's tradition. I thought you were going to wear your other costume." Megan apologized. Jonah thought about the cartoon skunk costume still waiting on the bed back home.

"Would that have helped?" he asked. "Probably not. It's really just an excuse to get a guy messy." Megan admitted. I stretched and rubbed my sore arms. "Is there a place I can clean up?" Jonah asked sleepily.

Megan bit her lip again. "Uh, that's the other part of the tradition." she explained nervously. "They will give you the key for the costume on Sunday night. Until then, I have to take care of you." Megan giggled. "I donno, it could be fun." she purred, stealing a kiss. Jonah's heart leapt. "I guess there's no reason to be a big baby about it." he chuckled.