The boys stood up and made their way to their respective wardrobes, each one opening the doors to reveal a single costume hanging inside. As they took in their costumes, a mix of amusement and disbelief washed over them.
Theo pulled out a Union Jack mini-dress and a pair of red platform boots, his eyes wide with shock. "Ginger Spice? Really?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of laughter and disbelief.
Cedric looked at his leopard-print jumpsuit and platform sneakers, a smirk playing on his lips. "Scary Spice. I guess that's fitting," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.
Finn held up his sleek black cocktail dress and stilettos, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. "Posh Spice. I guess that makes sense," he said, his voice soft.
Orion looked at his pink baby-doll dress and white knee-high socks, a giggle escaping his lips. "Baby Spice. I guess that's appropriate," he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and resignation.
The room filled with chuckles as the boys realized the irony of their costumes. They exchanged glances, a sense of camaraderie washing over them as they prepared to face the party together.
Theo was the first to start struggling out of his school uniform. His massive breasts made it difficult to maneuver the blouse over his head, and he grunted in frustration as the fabric caught on his ample chest. "Bloody hell, these things are a nightmare," he muttered, finally managing to pull the blouse off. He shimmied out of his skirt, his hands tugging at the fabric as it clung to his wide hips.
Cedric kicked off his high heels, his hands reaching back to unzip his skirt. He wiggled out of it, his massive ass making it difficult to slide the fabric down his thighs. "This is ridiculous," he grumbled, finally managing to step out of the skirt. He pulled his blouse off, his breasts jiggling with the movement.
Finn struggled with his knee-high socks, his petite frame making it difficult to reach down and pull them off. He finally managed to kick them off, his hands reaching up to unbutton his blouse. He slipped out of it, his perky breasts bouncing slightly as he moved. He shimmied out of his skirt, his hands smoothing down his thighs as he stepped out of it.
Orion giggled as he kicked off his ballet flats, his hands reaching up to pull his blouse off. His massive breasts made it difficult to maneuver the fabric over his head, and he let out a soft sigh of relief as he finally managed to pull it off. He wiggled out of his skirt, his hands tugging at the fabric as it clung to his wide hips.
With their school uniforms finally off, the boys turned their attention to their costumes. Theo held up his Union Jack mini-dress, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. "How the hell am I supposed to fit into this?" he muttered, pulling the dress over his head. He tugged at the fabric, his massive breasts stretching the material taut across his chest. He wiggled into the dress, his hands smoothing down the fabric as it clung to his curves. He stepped into his red platform boots, his ankles wobbling slightly as he tried to find his balance.
Cedric looked at his leopard-print jumpsuit, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is going to be interesting," he said, stepping into the jumpsuit. He tugged at the fabric, his massive ass stretching the material taut across his backside. He zipped up the jumpsuit, his hands smoothing down the fabric as it clung to his curves. He stepped into his platform sneakers, his feet aching slightly as he tried to find his balance.
Finn held up his sleek black cocktail dress, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. "This is so... revealing," he said, his voice soft. He stepped into the dress, his hands tugging at the fabric as it clung to his petite frame. He zipped up the dress, his perky breasts filling out the material perfectly. He stepped into his stilettos, his ankles wobbling slightly as he tried to find his balance.
Orion giggled as he held up his pink baby-doll dress, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and resignation. "This is so... girly," he said, pulling the dress over his head. He tugged at the fabric, his massive breasts stretching the material taut across his chest. He wiggled into the dress, his hands smoothing down the fabric as it clung to his curves. He pulled on his white knee-high socks and stepped into his platform sneakers, his feet aching slightly as he tried to find his balance.
As the boys finally managed to squeeze into their costumes, they turned to face each other, a mix of amusement and disbelief washing over them. They looked like the Spice Girls, their new forms perfectly suited to their costumes.
Just as they were about to comment on their appearances, a sudden knocking at their dorm door echoed through the room. The boys exchanged uneasy glances, a sense of foreboding washing over them as they wondered what was waiting for them on the other side of the door.
