Chastity Pill Ch. 12

Fuck.

You shouldn't be watching this.

But you can't look away.

Luis and Jake have Devon suspended between them in what can only be described as a human pretzel. Jake's sitting on the edge of the onsen, legs spread wide, with Devon's head bobbing furiously in his lap while Luis holds her entire lower body up from behind, her legs hooked over his forearms as he pounds into her from behind.

The wet SLAP-SLAP-SLAP of his pelvis against her ass echoes across the rooftop garden, adding to the sound of Devon's muffled gags and whimpers as Jake's cock stretches her throat to its limits.

You're still submerged to my neck, the steaming water doing nothing to cool the burning heat spreading through your core. Your nipples are so fucking hard they actually hurt.

"That's it, take that fucking cock," Jake growls, one hand tangled in Devon's wet hair, controlling her rhythm as he feeds inch after inch of his shaft down her throat. "Fucking hungry little slut."

Devon's making these wet GLUK-GLUK-GLUK sounds, tears streaming down her face from the exertion, but she's not fighting it. Her back is arched obscenely, presenting her pussy perfectly to Luis, who's maintaining a punishing pace that makes her entire body jiggle with each impact.

Luis catches you watching and smirks. "Your friend is built for this," he says, delivering a sharp SLAP to Devon's ass that leaves a perfect red handprint. "Never seen a pussy this hungry before."

You should look away. You really fucking should.

But then Devon pulls back from Jake's cock, a thick strand of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening tip, and turns her head to look at you.

Her eyes lock with yours, glazed with pleasure but still somehow focused, and she smiles--a filthy, knowing smile that sends a jolt straight to your core.

"It's so fucking... UNGH- GOOD, Alice," she pants as Luis fucks her.

Jake roughly grabs her chin and turns her face back to his cock. "Did I say you could stop?" he growls, slapping his wet dick against her cheek with a meaty THWACK. "Get back to work."

Devon opens wide, her tongue extended, and Jake guides his cock back into her waiting mouth. But her eyes--those fucking eyes--stay locked on yours as she takes him to the back of her throat.

She's putting on a show for you.

And you're getting wetter by the second.

"Look at your friend," Luis says, his rhythm never faltering. "She's watching you choke on that fat cock. You like that? You like being watched?"

Devon moans around Jake's shaft, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.

"Fucking hell," Jake grunts, his abs tensing. "Her throat just got tighter."

Luis laughs, his fingers digging into Devon's thighs as he adjusts his grip. The new angle makes Devon's eyes roll back.

"Maybe Alice wants to join?" Luis suggests, looking directly at you.

You sink lower in the water, your face burning. But your embarrassment can't mask the throb between your legs. Devon's performance is so fucking filthy and uninhibited...

"Nah, she's too scared," Jake says, still controlling Devon's head with a firm grip.

"Leave her alone," Luis says, surprising you with his defense. "Not everyone needs to be a puta like this one." He RAMS his cock deep, making Devon gurgle around Jake's cock.

Your friend somehow manages to pull back again, gasping for air as thick ropes of spit hang from her chin. "She's... fingering herself..." she pants, a delirious smile spreading across her face. "Look at her... fucking face..."

All eyes turn to you, and you freeze. Are you? You hadn't even realized, but your hand has drifted between your legs, fingers absently stroking your swollen pussy lips through the water.

Caught.

"Nothing wrong with enjoying the show," Luis says with a knowing smile. He shifts Devon's position, lifting her higher so he can pound upward into her at an even more devastating angle. The movement makes her squeal around Jake's cock, which has once again disappeared down her throat.

The water around you feels suddenly too hot, too confining. Without consciously deciding to, you find yourself rising from the onsen, water cascading down your pale skin as you sit on the edge, legs still dangling in the steaming pool.

Your massive tits bounce free of the water, droplets running down their heavy curve to gather at your painfully stiff nipples. Luis's eyes darken as he takes in your naked form, his pace faltering for just a moment before he goes back to brutally fucking Devon.

"That's it," he says, his voice deeper than before. "Get comfortable, hermosa."

Your hand moves almost of its own accord, sliding down your stomach to the swollen, puffy lips of your pussy. You gasp at the first unsubmerged contact, your clit throbbing beneath your fingers.

"Tell her what you want," Luis commands, giving Devon's ass another sharp slap.

Jake pulls his cock from Devon's mouth, allowing her to speak. She's panting heavily, face flushed red, lips swollen and slick.

"Fuck me harder," she gasps, eyes locked with yours. "Show her what... UNNGH... what she's missing! Make me your fucking COCK SOCK!"

The filth spilling from her delicate Asian mouth sends another jolt through your system. Your fingers move faster, circling your clit with increasing pressure.

"You heard the lady," Jake laughs, guiding his slick cock back to Devon's waiting lips.

Luis lifts Devon's small body like it weighs nothing. Now he's standing fully upright, holding her entire weight as she's suspended in the air, impaled on his cock from behind while Jake stands to face-fuck her from the front.

The wheelbarrow position gives you a perfect view of everything.

"FUCK!" Devon screams during a brief moment when Jake pulls back to let her breathe.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-GLURK-SlAP!

Your fingers have found a rhythm now, matching Luis's thrusts as you watch. Two of them slip inside your entrance, curling to find that spot that makes your eyes roll back. Your other hand moves to your tit, kneading the heavy flesh, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp.

"Look at Alice," Luis tells Devon. "She's getting off watching you be our little fuckdoll."

Devon manages a gargled moan around Jake's cock, her eyes fluttering but still somehow finding yours.

"You like watching your friend get used?" Luis asks you directly now. "You like seeing what a slutty cock-hungry whore she is?"

The question should make you stop, reconsider what the fuck you're doing. Instead, it sends a wave of heat straight to your core, making your pussy clench around your fingers.

"Yes," you hear yourself say, the word coming out as a breathless moan. "FUCK her fucking harder."

Holy SHIT. Did those words just come out of your mouth?

Jake laughs, his pace becoming more brutal. "Your friend's a dirty girl too," he tells Devon, whose only response is a gurgling moan. "She wants to watch you get destroyed."

You should feel ashamed. But your fingers are moving faster, your breath coming in short gasps as you watch Devon being used from both ends, her small body jerking with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck," Jake hisses, holding completely still with his cock buried to the hilt in Devon's throat.

Luis, supporting Devon's entire lower body in the wheelbarrow position, goes absolutely motionless, his massive cock lodged deep inside her pussy. Devon makes a muffled sound of protest, her eyes watering as she tries not to choke, suspended between the two men.

The attendant appears around the bamboo screen, carrying a tray with a fresh bottle of premium sake and clean cups. Her eyes widen for a split second before she plasters on a professional smile.

"Fresh sake, as requested," she says in perfectly polite English, carefully keeping her gaze above everyone's shoulders.

You've never moved so fast in your life. Your hand flies out of your pussy with a wet SCHLICK, and you grab a nearby hand towel, draping it awkwardly across your lap as you scoot to the edge of the onsen. Your massive tits are still completely exposed, nipples pointing accusingly at the poor woman.

"Thank you! THANK YOU! Yes, sake, wonderful," you babble, face burning so hot you're surprised the water around you isn't boiling.

The attendant approaches with measured steps, her eyes fixed determinedly on the sake tray. Behind her, you can see Devon sandwiched between the two men in what has to be the most obscene human pretzel imaginable--Jake sitting with his cock down her throat, Luis standing behind her, both of them utterly motionless like some pornographic statue.

Devon's eyes are bulging, both from the cock in her throat and the effort not to make any noise.

"Shall I pour for you?" the attendant asks, her voice impressively steady.

"NO! I mean, no thank you, we can--I can manage," you stammer, reaching for the tray with shaking hands.

As you take it, the attendant's professional facade cracks slightly, and she leans in to whisper: "The private onsens are monitored by sound only, not cameras. For safety purposes."

Your eyes widen as you realize what she's telling you--they heard everything, but couldn't see.

"The volume is... usually turned quite low," she adds with the barest hint of a smile. "Please enjoy your evening. Push the call button if you need anything else."

She bows politely and turns to leave, maintaining perfect composure. As she reaches the bamboo screen, you hear a tiny, strangled GURK from Devon, who's clearly reaching her oxygen limit.

The attendant pauses, still facing away, and adds in a completely neutral tone: "The onsen waters are filtered and replaced nightly."

And with that cryptic statement, she disappears back toward the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors close, Jake yanks his cock out of Devon's throat, and she gasps dramatically, sucking in huge lungfuls of air.

"HOLY FUCK," she wheezes, her voice raspy from the throat-fucking.

Luis starts to laugh, still holding Devon suspended in the air with his cock buried inside her. "That was fucking close."

"Did she just tell us it's okay to cum in the pool?" Jake says, looking bewildered.

You're still clutching the sake tray to your chest, your heart pounding.

Devon, catching her breath, starts giggling, which makes her body jiggle around Luis's cock. "Alice's FACE! Oh my god, you looked like you were going to FUCKING DIE!"

The tension breaks, and suddenly everyone's laughing--even you, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. You set the sake tray down at the edge of the onsen with trembling hands.

"Fuck," you breathe, the adrenaline making you lightheaded.

Jake grins at you. "So... where were we?"

Your eyes drop to his still-rock-hard cock, glistening with Devon's spit. Then to Devon's flushed face, to Luis's powerful hands gripping her thighs as he holds her suspended, impaled on his shaft.

Something inside you just... breaks.

You stand up, letting the towel fall away. With deliberate slowness, you spread your legs slightly and slide your hand back between them, your fingers finding your soaking wet pussy.

"You were fucking my friend's brains out," you say, your voice steadier than you expected. "Don't stop on my account."

Devon's eyes widen, a delighted grin spreading across her cock-stuffed face.

Luis grins, adjusting his grip on Devon's thighs as he positions himself for maximum impact. "You heard your friend," he tells Devon, delivering a series of brutal thrusts that make her entire body jolt. "She wants to see you get FUCKED."

"Pull out," you tell Jake, fingers working faster over your clit. "I want to hear what she says."

Jake obliges, extracting his spit-shined cock from Devon's throat. She gasps for air, face flushed crimson, drool connecting her swollen lips to Jake's cock in thick strands.

"FUUUUUCK," Devon wails as Luis resumes his punishing pace. "IT'S SO DEEP! He's fucking REARRANGING MY GUTS!"

Her petite body shakes with every thrust, the impact of Luis's hips against her ass making loud CLAP-CLAP-CLAP sounds that echo across the rooftop. Your fingers move faster as you watch, two of them curling inside your pussy while your thumb circles your clit.

You lean back slightly, spreading your legs wider to give them a better view as you push two fingers inside your dripping cunt. The SQUELCH is so loud in the open air that you should be mortified, but instead, it just turns you on more.

"I need his CUM," Devon moans, her glazed eyes finding yours. "I need his fucking SEED inside me SO BAD, Alice, you don't understand, I NEED IT!"

Jake grabs his cock, the massive shaft looking obscene against Devon's tiny face as he slaps it against her cheek with a wet THWAP-THWAP-THWAP.

"This what you need, you little cumslut?" he taunts.

"YES!" Devon sobs, trying to capture his cock with her mouth as it bounces off her face.

You moan loudly, unashamed now as you add a third finger, stretching your pussy wider. Your other hand squeezes your heavy breast roughly, pinching and twisting the stiff nipple.

"Give her what she needs," you tell Jake, your voice low and husky.

Luis responds immediately, tightening his grip on Devon's thighs and SLAMMING into her with renewed force. Each thrust makes her petite body jolt, her tits bouncing wildly despite their modest size.

"You like watching your friend get used like a fucktoy?" Luis growls, keeping his eyes on you as he pounds into Devon.

"Yes," you moan. Your fingers move faster, matching his pace.

Devon pulls off Jake's cock, gasping. "She's being such a fucking SLUT," she pants, her eyes glazed but fixed on you. "Look at her playing with her fat PUSSY while watching me get FUCKED!"

Jake laughs. "You're both fucking sluts."

Your free hand moves to your heavy tit, squeezing roughly, pinching your nipple between your fingers. The sharp pain sends a jolt straight to your core.

GLUK-GLUK-GLUK-GLUK-SCHLORK!

"Your pussy is fucking GUSHING around his cock," you tell Devon, not even sure if she can hear you through the cock-stuffed haze.

It's true--you can see her juices literally running down Luis's shaft, splashing into the onsen water with each thrust.

You're breathing heavily now, your massive tits heaving as your fingers work furiously between your legs. Your pussy is making these embarrassingly wet SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH sounds as you fuck yourself, but you don't care anymore.

"BREED her," you hear yourself say, the filthy words spilling out before you can stop them. "Fucking FILL HER UP with your cum! She NEEDS it! She's already asked you fucking NICELY!"

Devon is making these high-pitched, muffled squeals around Jake's cock, her small body jolting violently with each impact.

"She's gonna get it," Luis promises, his jaw clenching. "Don't you worry about that, princesa."

His rhythm falters slightly, his abs flexing as he adjusts his stance. The new angle makes Devon's eyes bulge.

MMMMPH-MMMMPH-GLURK!

She pulls off Jake's cock again, gasping. "THERE! RIGHT THERE! FUCK, DON'T STOP!"

Behind her, Luis grips her hips so hard you can see his fingertips digging into her flesh.

"HOLY SHIT," Devon screams, her entire body trembling. "IF YOU CUM, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM! I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR FUCKING MONSTER COCK!"

Your fingers curl inside your sopping cunt, finding that spongy spot that makes your legs shake.

"I want your fucking CUM!" Devon begs, her voice high and desperate. "PLEASE! I need your fucking HOT CUM inside me! BREED MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!"

Luis's rhythm becomes erratic, his powerful thrusts less controlled. "Where do you want it, puta?" he growls.

"IN MY FUCKING PUSSY, DUH!" Devon shrieks. "FUCKING KNOCK ME UP, YOU IDIOT! I DON'T CARE! I NEED YOUR BABIES!"

Jake laughs, stroking his own cock as he watches. "Better give her what she wants, man."

Luis's face tightens, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips slam forward. "FUCK!"

Devon screams--a high, animal sound of pure ecstasy. "YES! YES! FUCKING PAINT MY INSIDES! FILL MY FUCKING WOMB!"

You can actually SEE Luis's balls tightening, pulsing visibly as they empty their load deep into Devon's pussy. The visual sends a lightning bolt through your core.

"Oh FUCK," you moan, your back arching as the first tremors of your own orgasm begin to build.

Devon's eyes roll back, showing only whites as Luis fills her. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her entire body convulsing as she's flooded with cum.

"I can FEEL IT!" she wails, her voice breaking. "I can feel his CUM shooting inside me! It's so HOT! So fucking DEEP! UNGH-UNGH-UNNNNGH!"

Her pussy makes these obscene SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH sounds as Luis continues to thrust through his orgasm, each movement pushing more of his seed deeper inside her.

"FUCK YES!" she screams, her body jerking spasmodically. "BREED ME! FUCKING BREED YOUR ASIAN BROODMARE!"

The sight of Devon's face--eyes crossed, tongue lolling out, completely dick-drunk--sends you hurtling over the edge. The pressure that's been building between your legs explodes outward, your entire body seizing as the first wave hits.

"AAAAHH!" you cry out, your back arching so severely your massive tits thrust upward, jiggling violently as your hips buck off the ledge.

Your pussy CONTRACTS around your fingers, squeezing them in rhythmic pulses as the first gush of fluid ERUPTS from you, arcing through the air in a clear stream that SPLASHES into the onsen water.

"HOLY SHIT!" Jake laughs. "She's a fucking squirter!"

Your brain short-circuits, consciousness fragmenting into pure sensation as a second, more powerful BURST shoots from between your trembling thighs. Your toes curl painfully, legs shaking as though electrified.

"NGGGHHHH-HAAAH-HAAAAAH!" you squeal.

A third spray SPLASHES across the surface of the water, creating ripples that collide with the waves from Luis and Devon's joined bodies. The world narrows to that single point between your legs, everything else fading as pleasure crashes through you in violent waves.

It's not just physical--each pulse of orgasm carries with it a profound emotional surge. Guilt, defiance, fear, liberation, shame, triumph--all battering your consciousness as your body writhes in ecstasy. It's like nothing you've ever experienced--like your very soul is being purged through your cunt.

Through the orgasmic haze, you hear Devon's voice--high and broken:

"KEEP CUMMING! DON'T STOP! FUCKING PUMP ME FULL!"

You collapse backward, your spine unable to maintain its arch as the intensity overwhelms you. Your fingers are still buried in your pulsing pussy, aftershocks making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

"Fuck," you gasp, staring blindly at the night sky as your chest heaves with desperate breaths. You feel completely undone, your identity stripped away and reconstructed around this new, shattering pleasure.

When you finally manage to lift your head, you see Luis withdrawing from Devon with a wet SCHLORP that makes your sensitive pussy twitch in sympathy. A thick gush of pearly cum follows his exit, streaming down Devon's thighs and dripping into the water.

Devon slumps against the edge of the onsen, her tiny body trembling.

"Holy... fucking... SHIT," she pants, eyes unfocused. "That was... I can't even... FUCK."

Luis lowers himself into the water with a satisfied groan, his softening cock still intimidatingly large as it floats on the surface.

Devon's eyes suddenly lock onto Jake, who's stroking his still-rock-hard shaft. Without warning, she lunges for him, grabbing his wrist.

"Not done," she slurs, pulling herself over to him with surprising strength for someone who just had her brain fucked out. "Need your cum too."

Jake laughs, gently pushing her back. "Whoa, slow down. I'm not doing sloppy seconds."

Devon's face transforms with sudden ferocity. "Don't you DARE deny me your fucking CUM," she snarls, gripping his cock with both hands. "I NEED it!"

You watch this display through the lingering fog of your orgasm, your body still occasionally twitching. The intensity of your climax has left you feeling strangely hollow, like you've been emptied out and haven't yet been refilled.

Veronica's face flashes in your mind--her smile, her laugh, the way she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. A pang of something--guilt? longing? confusion?--twists in your chest.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Devon's continued demands. She's practically climbing Jake now, her cum-slick pussy pressing against his cock.

"Fine," Jake concedes with a theatrical sigh. "But let's clean you up a bit first." He reaches for a small hand towel from the stack nearby.

Devon looks at him like he's insane. "What part of 'I want your cum inside me' wasn't clear?"

Despite your post-orgasmic haze, you can't help but laugh at her singleminded determination.

Jake shakes his head, dabbing at her pussy with the towel, wiping away the excess cum that's still leaking from her. "Jesus."

"HURRY UP," Devon demands, already positioning herself on the edge of the onsen, flat on her stomach with her ass slightly raised. Her pussy is clearly visible, puffy and reddened from Luis's attention, still glistening with the remnants of his seed.

Jake moves behind her. He guides his tip to her entrance, pushing forward with agonizing slowness.

"UNNNNGH," Devon moans, her fingers gripping the edge of the onsen. "It's... so fucking SLIPPERY..."

Jake's face contorts in a mix of disgust and arousal as he slides into her cum-filled channel. "Fuck, this is nasty," he mutters, but continues pushing forward until he's buried to the hilt.

"Nasty but you LOVE IT," Devon gasps, pressing back against him.

You watch through half-lidded eyes, your body pleasantly exhausted, as Jake starts to pump into Devon with slow, deep strokes. Each thrust forces a little more of Luis's cum out around Jake's shaft.

"So... how was that for you?" Luis asks quietly, settling into the water beside you.

You blink, suddenly acutely aware of your surroundings again.

"I, uh..." Your brain feels scrambled, thoughts refusing to form sensible patterns.

Luis passes you a cup of sake. "First time watching?"

You accept the cup with trembling fingers. The hot sake burns your throat, grounding you back in your body.

"HOLY FUCK," Devon moans as Jake picks up his pace, using his weight to press her flat against the stone edge.

Jake's muscular body covers Devon's small frame completely, crushing her beneath him as he drives downward.

"Your friend really enjoys herself," Luis observes. He doesn't seem to mind your silence.

You nod dumbly, watching as Jake's powerful body pins Devon down, his hips delivering precise, punishing thrusts that make her eyes roll back.

"FILL ME!" Devon begs, her voice muffled against the stone. "COME ON! GIMME ANOTHER LOAD!"

A strange feeling settles over you as you watch--not arousal, not exactly guilt, but something in between. You're still here, still watching, still processing the fact that you just came harder than you ever have in your life while watching your best friend get fucked.

What does that make you?

What does that make this female body that responded so powerfully to such a display?

What does that make you as a GUY?

Jake's rhythm becomes erratic, his breathing harsh. "Gonna cum," he grunts.

"YES!" Devon squeals, somehow finding the energy to push back against him. "FUCKING FINALLY! DO IT INSIDE ME!"

"Jesus Christ," Jake's body goes rigid, his fingers digging into Devon's shoulders as he empties himself into her already-flooded pussy.

Devon's entire body shudders, a long, keening wail escaping her as she cums again, her small frame convulsing beneath Jake's weight.

"The human body is amazing, no?" Luis says with a quiet laugh.

You look down at your own body--the heavy breasts, the curves, the thighs still trembling from your own earth-shattering orgasm. Amazing? Maybe. Terrifying? Definitely.

"I didn't mean to..." you start, but can't finish the thought. "Do... that."

"Why not? Life is short." Luis shrugs. "Don't worry about it."

Jake collapses beside Devon, both of them panting heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat and water droplets. Your friend looks utterly destroyed--face flushed, hair tangled, eyes unfocused--but a blissful smile plays on her lips as a second load BLORPS out of her when she shifts position.

"Two for two," she slurs, giving a weak thumbs-up in your direction.

You find yourself smiling despite the tornado of emotions whirling inside you. Devon looks... happy. Completely satiated in a way you've never seen before.

As for you...

You down the rest of your sake, letting the warmth spread through you.

You came like a fucking freight train while watching your friend get filled with cum.

And even as guilt and confusion swirl inside you, one undeniable truth remains:

It felt fucking AMAZING.

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The first sensations you register are:

1. A jackhammer inside your skull

2. A mouth so dry it feels shellacked with sand

3. The distinct feeling that you've been hit by a truck

You crack open one eye and immediately regret it. Sunlight streams through the partially open blinds, each beam a laser directly into your brain. You groan and roll over, burying your face in the pillow.

What the fuck happened last night?

Fragments come back in disorienting flashes--steam rising from the onsen, Devon's flushed face, Jake and Luis's hands, the way Devon's body jerked with each--

"Oh god," you mutter into the pillow as the memories flood back.

Your body convulses with a dry heave. You force yourself to breathe through it, focusing on the Egyptian cotton of the pillowcase against your cheek.

You need water. And possibly a time machine.

Rolling onto your back, you stare at the ceiling through barely-open eyes. Your body feels strange--muscles sore in places you didn't know could get sore, skin still faintly scented with minerals from the onsen. Your tits feel especially heavy this morning, sprawling across your chest like two unwelcome houseguests.

The sound of hammering from the master bathroom confirms the contractors are already at work. What time is it?

You fumble for your phone on the nightstand, knocking over an empty water glass in the process. The screen lights up: 10:17 AM. And below that, a barrage of notifications:

17 missed calls from Veronica

32 text messages

"Fuck," you croak, your throat so dry the word barely makes it out.

You swipe to unlock, squinting against the brightness, and navigate to Veronica's texts. The earliest ones are from last night, starting around 11 PM:

Veronica (11:07 PM): Baby, I can explain about that text. Call me when you get this.

Veronica (11:18 PM): Alex, please. It's not what you think.

Veronica (11:26 PM): Robert is Matsuhisa's VP. He's planning to propose to his girlfriend who works at their LA office. I was helping him pick a ring! That's all!

Veronica (11:35 PM): That picture on Instagram was us looking at engagement ring options on his phone. I swear to god.

Veronica (11:42 PM): I would never cheat on you. Never.

Veronica (11:58 PM): Please call me back. I'm freaking out that you think I would do that to you.

The texts continue through the night, growing increasingly desperate:

Veronica (1:24 AM): I can't sleep. Please just let me know you're okay.

Veronica (1:46 AM): I've called the onsen three times. They say you've left. Where are you?

Veronica (2:17 AM): Alex please. I'm scared something happened to you.

Veronica (3:30 AM): I'm calling Devon now.

Veronica (3:33 AM): She's not answering either. What the fuck is going on??

Veronica (5:02 AM): I haven't slept. Please just tell me you're both okay.

The most recent texts are from this morning:

Veronica (7:33 AM): Good morning. I hope you're just sleeping. Please call me when you wake up.

Veronica (8:15 AM): I've attached pictures of Robert and his girlfriend, Emma. Look at her ring finger in the second one - that's the ring we were choosing. He proposed last night after I helped him set everything up.

Veronica (9:45 AM): I understand if you're still mad or don't believe me. But please just let me know you're safe.

Your heart sinks as you open the attached photos. In the first, a handsome Asian-American man in his early thirties stands with his arm around a beaming blonde woman. In the second, they're at what appears to be a romantic rooftop restaurant, and she's holding up her left hand to display a sizeable diamond ring.

"Oh, fuck," you whisper, scrolling back through the messages.

She wasn't cheating. She was helping this guy propose to his girlfriend. And you--

You immediately hit call.

Veronica answers on the first ring. "Alex? Is that you? Are you okay?" Her voice is rough, like she's been crying.

"I'm okay," you croak, wincing at the sandpaper sensation in your throat. "Sorry, I just woke up. We got... pretty drunk last night."

"Thank fucking god," she exhales. "I've been losing my mind."

"I'm sorry I didn't answer. I wasn't... I was just completely passed out."

"No, I'm sorry," she says quickly. "That text was so inappropriate and weird out of context. I should have been more careful. I can totally see why you thought--"

"It's okay," you interrupt. "I see the pictures. You were helping him propose?"

"Yes! He asked me to help because Emma loves my taste, apparently. Rob's completely hopeless with this stuff and wanted to surprise her. The text was about meeting to go over the final proposal plan before he did it last night." Her words come in a rush. "The kiss emoji was totally absurd, I know. I was buzzed on sake and just... I use emojis with everyone. It was stupid."

"It's fine," you say, but there's a new knot forming in your stomach that has nothing to do with her behavior. The memory of what you did last night while believing she was cheating on you hits with full force. "So the Instagram photo though..."

"Oh, that! We were looking at pictures of the ring on his phone. That's why we were so close." She pauses. "Alice, please believe me. I would never--"

"I believe you," you say, and you do. The knot in your stomach tightens.

"Really?" There's such relief in her voice that it makes you feel even worse.

"Really," you affirm. "I just... I overreacted."

"No, it looked suspicious as hell. I totally get it. I would have freaked out too." She laughs, a little shakily. "God, this is exactly why I was so paranoid about this business trip to begin with, you know?"

The irony is so thick you could choke on it. She worried about YOU cheating while SHE was gone, and then you nearly did exactly that because you thought SHE was cheating.

"Yeah," you say weakly.

"Are you sure you're okay? You sound weird."

You glance toward the bathroom, where you can hear Jake and Luis working. The hammering seems to match the pounding in your skull.

"Just hungover," you say. "Ukiyo... sake... yeah."

"How was it?"

"It was..." Images flash through your mind--Devon's flushed face, Luis's hands, the way you touched yourself while watching them. "It was nice. The treatments were amazing."

"I'm so glad," she says, genuinely pleased. "You got the body scrub?"

"Yeah," you say, relieved to focus on something innocuous. "And the facials. My skin has never felt better."

"I bet. Those treatments are next-level." There's a pause. "I really am sorry about the confusion, Alice. I should have been more careful. Just... fuck. I owe you. I OWE you."

"It's really okay," you insist, guilt constricting your throat. "I should give you the benefit of the doubt, just like I've been asking you to give me."

There's another awkward pause. You want to tell her everything, to confess what happened, to beg forgiveness for your lack of faith--but you can't bring yourself to do it.

"How's the business stuff going?" you ask instead.

"Amazing," she says, her voice shifting to that slightly higher register she gets when talking about work wins. "We've basically got it locked down. They're going to sign today. I had to do karaoke last night--which was right after I left Rob and Emma to their proposal dinner--and Hiroshi, the CEO, apparently loved my rendition of 'Material Girl' so much he bumped up our compensation package."

"That's amazing, Veronica. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, baby," she says, softening. "I miss you so much. I can't wait to get back home to you."

"I miss you too." It's the absolute truth.

"How's Devon doing? Did he--sorry, she--have fun at the spa too?"

You glance toward the guest room door, which remains firmly closed. "Yeah, she loved it."

Just then, you hear shuffling from the guest room, followed by a distinctive THUMP.

"Speaking of," you say quickly, "I should go check on her. She's probably feeling as bad as I am this morning."

"Okay. Take care of your friend. And yourself. Drink water, take some aspirin."

"I will."

"I love you, Alice," she says, her voice warm and sincere. "More than anything. I'd never do anything to hurt you or us."

The guilt is suffocating now. "I love you too," you manage. "Talk later?"

"Definitely. I'm in contracts all morning but I'll text you updates."

You hang up and stare at your phone, the knot in your stomach growing tighter. Another series of concerning sounds emanates from the guest bathroom--retching followed by flushing, then more retching. You drag yourself up, pulling on the nearest clothes you can find--an oversized Neon Horizon t-shirt that barely contains your breasts and a pair of cotton shorts.

You grab two bottles of water from the refrigerator and shuffle toward the guest room, wincing at hammering noises. Each blow sends a spike of pain through your skull.

"Devon?" You knock softly on the bathroom door. "You alive in there?"

"Defff-initely not," comes the muffled reply, followed by a pitiful groan. "Leave me to die in peace."

You try the handle. It's unlocked. You push the door open to find Devon curled around the toilet, her tiny frame draped in one of your oversized t-shirts. Her hair is a tangled mess. She looks up at you with bleary eyes.

"Don't look at me," she moans. "I'm disgusting."

You hand her a water bottle. "Hydrate before you shrivel up and die."

She accepts it gratefully, taking small sips and whimpering. "Why does sake taste so good going down but so bad coming back up?"

"It's a mystery of the universe," you say, leaning against the doorframe.

Devon's eyes widen suddenly, and she glances anxiously at the toilet. "I may have... um... but I got it all in the bowl! I think. Mostly. Sorry."

You laugh. "It's fine. Not like I've never seen puke before."

She attempts to stand, wobbling on unsteady legs. You reach out to steady her, and she leans into you gratefully. Despite her size, she feels substantial--warm and solid against your side.

"Bed," she mumbles. "Need horizontal surface that isn't bathroom floor."

You help her to the bed, where she collapses face-first with a dramatic flop. Her shirt rides up, revealing a concerning collection of purple-red marks across her lower back and ass.

"Jesus, Devon," you say, averting your eyes. "You look like you got attacked by an octopus."

She rolls onto her side, groaning. "Everything hurts. My head hurts. My throat hurts. My... other parts hurt. Worth it though."

You sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. "So... last night?"

Devon raises a fist into the air. "Best. Night. EVER." She stretches, wincing as she shifts position. "Well, what I remember of it. Things get a bit fuzzy after the hot springs."

"Same," you admit. "I don't even remember how we got home."

Devon's brow furrows. "Me neither. Check the Uber app?"

You pull out your phone, navigating to the app. "Nothing here. Maybe the guys sent us back."

"Maybe," Devon says, her voice muffled as she presses her face into a pillow. "God, I hope I didn't do anything TOO embarrassing in the car."

You snort. "Hard to top getting DP'd in an onsen in front of me."

"Fair point." She peeks up at you with one eye. "You're not mad?"

"About what?"

"About me inviting them," she says, looking genuinely remorseful. "I just thought... you know... well, I get a bit crazy."

"Horny. The word you're looking for is horny."

"Yes! This body is just... FUCK. I can't explain what it's like. It's like being constantly hungry, except the hunger is... down there." She gestures vaguely at her crotch. "And then seeing those hot guys and their big... you know... it was like seeing a buffet when you're starving."

Devon's face is so earnest. You sigh. "I mean, it wasn't great, watching you get railed while I thought my girlfriend was cheating on me, but..."

Devon sits up so fast she winces, pressing a hand to her temple. "Oh shit! Veronica! I totally forgot. Did you talk to her?"

You nod, guilt rushing back. "She wasn't cheating."

"What?"

"The Rob guy, Robert Tanaka? He was proposing to his girlfriend. Veronica was helping him plan it."

Devon's mouth forms a perfect O. "For real?"

"Yeah. She sent photos and everything."

"And the Instagram picture?"

"They were looking at ring photos on his phone."

Devon flops back on the bed. "Well, FUCK ME. No, wait, I'm too sore. Maybe tomorrow."

A knock at the door interrupts you. You get up to answer it, expecting Marco, but instead find Luis standing there. He's holding a large bag that smells absolutely heavenly.

"Morning," he says, looking annoyingly fresh and well-rested. "Brought you ladies some breakfast."

Your stomach lurches at the thought of food, but the smell is strangely appealing.

"You... brought us breakfast?" you echo stupidly.

"Chilaquiles," he says, holding up the bag. "Best hangover cure there is. Jake and I figured you might need it after last night."

You're torn between mortification at the reference to "last night" and gratitude for the food. Gratitude wins out.

"That's... really nice. Thank you."

"Just need a pan and about five minutes."

You're acutely aware that you're basically wearing underwear and a t-shirt. But after last night, modesty seems a bit pointless.

"I'll show you where the pans are," you gesture.

When you return to the guest room, Devon has managed to sit up and is sipping water.

"What'd he want?"

"He brought us hangover food."

Devon's face brightens. "Oh my god, really?" She attempts to stand, wincing slightly. "Fuck, my ass hurts. Those guys did NOT hold back."

"TMI," you groan.

"Oh, please. After what you saw last night, NOW you're getting squeamish?" She shuffles toward the door, then stops. "Wait, is Jake there too?"

"No, just Luis."

"Thank god. I look like absolute garbage." She attempts to smooth down her hair, which does absolutely nothing to tame the chaos. "Do I have raccoon eyes? I bet I have raccoon eyes."

"You're fine," you lie. She absolutely has raccoon eyes, and her lips are still swollen.

You make your way to the kitchen, where Luis is assembling something that smells increasingly delicious. He's heated salsa in a pan and is now cracking eggs into it.

"Ladies," he nods, expertly flipping an egg without breaking the yolk. "Sit. Food's almost ready."

You and Devon exchange a glance before obediently sitting at the kitchen island. Luis plates the dish with crispy-but-soft tortilla chips smothered in red salsa, topped with a perfectly fried egg, and sprinkled with crumbled white cheese, diced onions, and cilantro.

"Eat," he commands, sliding plates in front of you. "Best hangover cure in the world. My abuela's recipe."

Devon looks at the food like it's a religious experience. "This smells fucking AMAZING."

Luis grins. "The secret is the homemade salsa."

You take a tentative bite, and holy shit--the flavors explode on your tongue. The perfect combination of spicy, savory, crunchy, and rich from the runny egg yolk. Your hangover-sensitive stomach doesn't revolt; instead, it practically sings with gratitude.

"Oh my god," you moan. "This is incredible."

Devon is already inhaling hers, barely pausing to breathe. "Holy fuck," she mumbles around a mouthful.

Luis watches you both with satisfaction, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. "Just wanted to make sure you ladies were okay," he says. "You were pretty... out of it when we dropped you off last night."

You nearly choke on your food. "You brought us home?"

"Yeah," Luis nods. "You don't remember?"

"Nope!" Devon says cheerfully. "We were da-RUNK!"

Luis laughs. "Yeah, no kidding. We had to practically carry you from the Uber. Jake wanted to just leave you in the lobby, but I made him help get you upstairs."

"That was... thanks," you say, processing this information.

"No problem." He glances at his watch. "I should get back. Marco's going to wonder where I went."

"The chilaquiles were amazing," Devon says, having already demolished her entire plate.

Luis smiles, and there's something gentle in his expression. "Just take care of yourselves today, okay?"

After he leaves, you and Devon sit in silence for a moment.

"Well, that was... nice?" you finally say.

"Super nice," Devon agrees. She eyes your plate. "Gonna finish that?"

You push your half-eaten breakfast toward her. "Have at it."

Devon happily continues eating while you sip water, trying to process everything.

"So Veronica wasn't cheating," Devon says between bites. "That's good."

"Yeah," you say.

Devon looks up, fork halfway to her mouth. "Why don't you sound happy about it?"

"Because I..." you trail off, looking away. "I basically cheated on her while thinking she was cheating on me."

"What? That's not cheating!"

"Well, it kind of feels like it. Cheating-adjacent."

Devon sets down her fork. "Let me get this straight. You think masturbating is cheating, but your girlfriend literally turning you into a different gender is... what? Just a quirky relationship thing?"

You blink at her.

"Alice," Devon continues, "you didn't fuck Luis, even though he was clearly into you and you had the perfect excuse. You literally held yourself back while I was getting my brains fucked out right in front of you. If anything, you proved how loyal you are!"

"But I masturbated in front of-"

"Your body responded to seeing live porn. That doesn't mean anything." Devon waves her fork dismissively. "Look, I've been your friend for years, and I've never seen you so conflicted about pleasuring yourself. Is this a girl thing? Because if so, it's stupid and sexist."

You laugh despite yourself.

"Listen," Devon says, suddenly serious. "You could have easily hooked up with Luis last night. No one would have blamed you! Veronica turned you into a chick, then sent a text that totally looked like she was cheating. You were drunk, horny, and had a hot guy literally offering to fuck your brains out. And you STILL said no."

"I guess," you concede.

"There's no guessing! You were loyal as FUCK. Meanwhile, I was busy getting absolutely demolished." She grins, then winces as she shifts position. "Seriously, I think they rearranged my internal organs."

"Well, you ASKED them to."

"The point is, you didn't do anything wrong. And if last night proved anything, it's that you're loyal even when Veronica kinda doesn't deserve it."

You absorb this for a while.

"A couple days ago I was a guy. Now I'm a girl sitting in my kitchen with my FEMALE best friend, eating hangover food made by the guy who almost fucked me last night."

Devon laughs, then clutches her head. "Ow, fuck."

You sit in companionable silence for a moment. You notice Devon adjusting her position again, wincing slightly.

"You okay?" you ask.

"Just sore. Like, EVERYWHERE."

"Was it... good?" you can't help asking.

Devon's face lights up. "Holy SHIT, Alice. It was... I don't even have words. Like, imagine the best orgasm you've ever had as a guy, multiply it by a thousand, and make it last for like... minutes instead of seconds."

"That good, huh?"

"Better," she says with complete conviction. "And feeling them both inside at the same time was just..." She shudders at the memory. "Fuck, I'm getting wet again just thinking about it."

"You're HIGHLY PROBLEMATIC right now," you laugh. "Future Devon is NOT going to be happy, seriously."

"Tell me about it." She sighs dramatically. "I literally can't stop thinking about cock now."

"Even with the NanoShield?"

"I guess the Breeder thing doesn't care if I get pregnant or not--it just wants me to try."

"It's the thought that counts, I guess."

"The cum."

"What?"

"The cum that counts."

"That's not... nevermind. Don't try to make that a phrase, ok?"

You gather the plates, still processing the last twelve hours.

"So..." Devon says, following you back to the kitchen. "When are you kicking me out?"

You look up, startled. "What?"

Devon hops onto a barstool with surprising agility for someone who claims to be in extreme pain. "I mean, let's be real. I basically got you into a super awkward situation that could have fucked up your relationship. AND I've shown I have absolutely zero impulse control in this body. I'm like... a walking liability."

"That's pretty self-aware of you to say," you say, rinsing the plates.

"If I were you, I'd be like, 'Devon, get your cum-hungry ass out of my apartment before you cause more problems.'!"

You can't help laughing. "I should probably say that, but..."

"But?"

You sigh, leaning against the counter. "I don't know. I mean, you're obviously going through something intense with this Breeder bullshit. I don't feel good about sending you home alone."

"Aww, you care," Devon clutches her heart dramatically. "Look, I get it. I'm causing problems. But also... I haven't had this much fun in YEARS. Being a girl is fucking WILD. Like, sure, my asshole feels like I sat on a cactus, but at the same time, I got to experience being absolutely demolished by two massive--"

"DEVON!"

"--personalities," she finishes.

"This is a fucked-up situation."

"Total clusterfuck," Devon agrees cheerfully. "But again, I can go home if you want. I don't want to mess up your life."

You stare at her, weighing the options. On one hand, Devon's clearly a tornado of sexual chaos in this form. If you let her stay, who knows what other complications she might create?

On the other hand, she's your best friend, and she's currently inhabiting a body with impulses she barely understands. Alone, she'd almost certainly end up pregnant or worse.

"I've been theorycrafting," Devon says, interrupting your thoughts.

"Theorycrafting what?"

"Optimal girl strategies," she says, completely serious. "Okay, so OBVIOUSLY unlimited random hookups are high-risk, high-reward. But if I found like, ONE consistent fuck buddy who knows what he's doing--"

"Jake?" you interrupt flatly.

"Maybe!" Devon doesn't even deny it. "The point is, I could scratch the itch regularly in a controlled environment instead of going feral in public!"

"That's your solution? A designated dick appointment?"

"I'm just spitballing here," Devon says, holding up her hands. "But look at the UPSIDES of keeping me around!"

"Which are?"

"Epic Gaming Time continues as planned! And--" she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, "--you get to vicariously experience wild slutty adventures through me while maintaining your own moral high ground!"

"Those are not compelling upsides."

"C'mon, you know you don't want me to leave," Devon's voice softens. "We ARE having fun, right? I mean, before the whole... you know... cock tornado situation."

"Cock tornado?"

"You know what I mean!" Devon flings her arms wide. "And like, look--I'm a mess. I know that. But I'm YOUR mess right now. And you're... kinda my safety net. Without you, who knows what kind of trouble I'd get into?"

"Look," you say finally. "If you stay, we need ground rules."

Devon's face lights up. "Yes! Ground rules! Boundaries! I love boundaries!"

"You do not love boundaries."

"I will learn to love boundaries!"

A soft laugh escapes you. "Here's the thing--and I can't believe I'm saying this--I... did have fun last night. Not just the spa stuff, but also..."

"The watching-me-get-railed part?" Devon supplies helpfully. "Your thighs were practically causing a tsunami in that onsen!"

You cover your face with your hands. "I don't know what's happening to me. I've never been this... aware... of my body before. Or other people's bodies. It's like every sensation is cranked to eleven."

"Because girl bodies are fucking AMAZING!" Devon spins on the barstool. "We wasted YEARS having mediocre guy orgasms!"

"It's not just that though," you admit. "It's the whole experience. Getting dressed up, the spa treatments, even just... sitting here talking like this. It's different."

"Duh, we're having actual girl talk right now."

"We're not having girl talk."

"Alice," Devon says seriously, "we are literally two hungover girls in underwear discussing sex and feelings. This is THE definition of girl talk."

You glance down at yourself.

"I've been fighting this so hard," you say quietly. "I keep thinking if I just act normal, I can wait it out until Veronica gives me the reversal pill. But the more I fight it..."

"... the more insane shit happens," Devon finishes. "Exactly! We need to embrace this opportunity! Min-max the female experience!"

"I'm not sure that's what I'm saying."

"No, listen--it's like when you get a limited-time character in a game. You don't just let them sit in your inventory--you try out all their special moves!"

"My body is not a limited-time character!"

"But it literally is!" Devon insists. "And you're wasting your free trial pretending you're still playing the base game!"

"So what are you suggesting?"

"Lean into it! Discover what you like! You're already halfway there with the whole goth aesthetic. Now you just need to, like, actually ENJOY it instead of treating it like some kind of punishment!"

"I could just go visit Veronica instead. Maybe I could convince her to give me that pill early."

"Yeah, why exactly didn't she just invite you along in the first place?"

"Well, it's a company policy not to take significant others on business trips unle--"

"Okay, okay, boring. Look, go to LA if you want, but we both know you'd just be sitting in a hotel room alone for hours while Veronica does business shit. Or, you could stay here with me, hit the beach, try new things, and YES, maybe I'll have some controlled dick appointments, but--"

"Controlled dick appointments."

"--BUT the point is, we could actually have fun instead of just surviving this." Devon spins to face you. "Your brain chemistry is different now. Your dopamine receptors are literally wired to enjoy different things. So much of who we are and what we do is biology. Why not work WITH that instead of against it?"

"You sound like you're trying to get me to join a cult."

"The cult of having a good fucking time!"

"You're fucking ridiculous."

"But am I wrong?"

You sigh, running a hand through your silky black hair. "Maybe not. I don't know."

"Take creampies!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

"I'm kidding! But seriously, let's just enjoy this. It's just two weeks. We're not doing any harm."

"Look," Devon says, suddenly serious. "I don't know what's going to happen with this whole..."

"Cock tornado," you supply.

"Cock tornado. But I DO know I don't want to go through it alone. And I don't think you want to be alone either. Locked up somewhere."

You think about how different Devon seems--not just physically, but mentally. Happier, somehow. More alive. Horny, yeah. But really, really alive.

Maybe she's right. Maybe the real danger isn't in enjoying this experience, but in denying it.

Maybe.

Or maybe you've never been so confused in your entire life.