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The Complicated Life of a House Chicken - Chapter 7 The tingling started in my fingertips but quickly spread along my skin until my entire body felt like it was charged with an excited, almost magical energy. My large nipples actually felt like they were sparklers and I found myself constantly checking to make sure my dress wasn't catching fire. Of course, to everyone else, it just looked like I was feeling myself up. At the same time, it felt like someone was continually turning up the heat in the massive ballroom. A light sheen of sweat covered Josie's perfect body making my tight fitting dress and lingerie feel increasingly uncomfortable. I had to constantly suppress a strong desire to remove my clothes as the Ecstasy that Madison had slipped me really started to kick in. One thing about molly was that when you were rolling, you just naturally assumed that everyone else around you was rolling too. So, when the dance floor started filling up with other people besides Madison and me, I just figured we were all in the same state of mind. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. "Get your skanky hands off me!" shouted the angry girl who's back I had just been rubbing. "Whoops, sorry," I said sincerely as I returned my wandering hands to Madison's hips. Madison just giggled at me as she continued to sway sexily to the music. I couldn't remember how long we'd been out on the dance floor, but I knew that it probably wasn't as long as I thought it was. Molly had a way of screwing with your time perception as well. I smiled as the soft green fabric of Madison's dress overstimulated my senses. It just felt so incredibly good touching her. In fact, touching anything felt good. I just wanted to put my hands onto everything I could get within the range of my fingers, even if that was my own body. I felt strong arms around my waist and I turned to see Brad holding me from behind, his crotch rubbing against my dancing bottom. The increased tactile stimulation drove me wild and I pressed back into him harder, gyrating my ass against his lengthening cock. "Damn you guys are so fucking hot. Every guy here is jealous as hell that I've got you both," Brad said to us before holding out a large wad of cash in front of me. "This is for you Josie. Thank you for what you did. He's very happy." Talk about a buzz kill. The sight of the cash made me sick to my stomach. Madison had successfully diverted my attention and kept me from dwelling on what I had been doing earlier for money. In fact, that might have been her primary motive for slipping me the molly, now that I thought about it. But, Brad had destroyed that temporary reprieve from shame by literally flaunting the money directly in my face and for everyone else to see as well. I frowned. "I don't exactly have any pockets in this dress. Can you give that to me once we get back to the room, please," I said bitterly, forcing him with my hand to lower the cash out of sight. "Sure, no problem," Brad said as he shoved the wad of cash into his pocket before wrapping his arm back around my waist. He started caressing my toned tummy and the bitterness melted away, totally overpowered by the molly-induced sensations his fingers were causing over the sequined fabric of my dress. I actually shivered and pressed my ass back even harder onto his straining dick. It all felt so very good and I turned my neck to kiss Brad but he rapidly pulled his head away. "Whoa there Josie. No kissing. I know where that pretty mouth of yours has been, remember?" Brad said flatly. He might as well have punched me. That's how much his words and actions hurt. He was the one who had asked me the favor and now he considered me too dirty to kiss? Fuck him, I thought. Why'd I have to agree to that damn money. It would have actually been better if I had just blown the guy for free. At least then I would have just been a slut and not a complete fucking whore. I angrily pushed out of his grasp and, without thinking, slapped Brad across the face, tears already starting to roll down my cheeks. I then stormed off of the dance floor, the loud clicking of my heels the only sound as the band abruptly stopped playing with my dramatic scene. "What was that for?" I heard Brad yelling as I entered the ladies room and found the nearest stall to hide in. Within seconds I heard the bathroom door open, the band, once again, playing in the background. "Josie?" Madison called out, concern thick in her voice. "Are you Ok? What happened?" She quickly found the stall I was hiding in and gently knocked on the steel door. "I'll be Ok," I said, dabbing my tears with a wad of toilet paper as I opened the door. Madison rushed in and enveloped me into a tight hug. I found myself returning that hug just as tightly and quickly started feeling better with her comfort. It's funny just how emotionally powerful a hug can be. It's definitely something that most men miss out on. I know I was raised with the notion that men only hug under the most dire circumstances and even then, hesitantly. Damn, I was really going to miss Madison come Monday morning. Madison hadn't noticed the things Brad had said and done, so as I explained, she became increasingly angry. "What an asshole!" she yelled. I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he is. But, I honestly don't think he's intentionally being an asshole. He's just so fucking clueless when it comes to women that I don't think our feelings even register. I'm not really sure if that's better or worse." "Well, good thing for him that he's got that huge cock," she said with a mirthful grin. I burst out laughing and soon both of us were trying to pull ourselves out of the giggling fit. "So, do you want to leave?" Madison asked, her tone becoming serious once again. "We can get our bags and be home together in no time." "Ah Madison, you'd leave with me?" I asked, honestly surprised by her support. "Of course. I'm not going to stay here by myself after how he treated you," she explained. "Well, hopefully that won't be necessary. I'm not letting him off the hook that easily." "Because he's got a huge cock?" she asked, giggling. "No!" I protested and slapped her shoulder playfully, unable to hide my smile. "Because he needs to know why I'm pissed. Right now, I doubt he understands what he did wrong. Then, depending on how he reacts, we'll see what happens." Madison agreed and, after fixing my face in the mirror, I left the ladies room and started hunting for my asshole date. As I got my emotions back under control, I knew that Josie was going to be pissed about my outburst, but honestly, fuck her. If she couldn't understand my anger with those types of insults, then there probably wasn't any hope left for Josie. I spotted Brad talking to a group of brothers and headed right for him. I nodded to Madison as she veered off toward the bar to give us some privacy. One of the brothers saw me coming and motioned for Brad to turn around before the entire group quickly abandoned him. They all knew the look of a pissed off woman and none of them wanted to be in Josie Baker's crosshairs. "Coming to apologize?" Brad asked smugly and I almost slapped him again. "Fuck no!" I said angrily, my hands on my hips. "Do you have any fucking idea why I'm so pissed?" "Obviously not. Jesus, what's your problem?" The Ecstasy was making it hard to concentrate but my anger kept me focused enough to get the words out. "You just made me feel like a total fucking whore. And, maybe I am for what I agreed to do for you, but I won't be treated that way... not by you, not by anyone." "Is this about the kissing thing?" he asked, still confused. "Fuck yes, it's about the kissing thing Brad. Along with you shoving that money into my face right before that." "Shit Josie, I'm sorry. I didn't think any of that would bother you. Hell, nothing seems to bother you. You're always so damn collected and cool," he explained. "Well, it does fucking bother me. I'm here as your date, I expect you to treat me that way and if you want..." I never got to finish my statement as Brad quickly reached out and pulled me into him, smashing his lips to mine. I was a little pissed at first, but quickly realized that this was him apologizing in a very public way. The molly kicked in again, and I melted into the kiss, my resistance collapsing as large hands came around and firmly cupped my ass cheeks. I guess I could put up with him for one more night, I thought as all those endorphins pumped through my veins. It's not like I was the one who wanted to be connected to this guy for the rest of my life. Brad finally broke the kiss and I slowly opened my eyes to see him staring back at me with a goofy grin. "Apology accepted... for now," I said dreamily. "I think I really like this new fiery Josie Baker," Brad said as he squeezed my ass cheeks for emphasis. "You've been so different this week. I mean, normally when you're pissed, you just freeze me out and don't talk to me. That was the first time you've ever slapped me, and I'm damn sure that wasn't the first time you would have had cause to do it. God, the sex has been fucking phenomenal, especially when we include Madison. That's another thing, no way you would have ever allowed another woman to join us. You've always been way too territorial for that. You've been like a completely different person this week." "Is that such a bad thing?" I asked, growing a little nervous that Brad actually suspected something. Of course, I knew that even if he did think there was something odd happening, there was no way he could ever conceive that he'd been actually fucking one of his pledges for the last week. "Hell no. It's been a wonderful thing!" he declared excitedly. "I've never been so into you as I am right now." I tilted my head. "Really? So, were you still that 'into me' last night when you had Dana bent over the kitchen counter?" I asked, finger quoting the words into me. The blood drained from Brad's face and a look of horror formed. "Who told you that?" he asked, almost in a panic. "No one told me. I saw you. I was at the house last night looking for you. Oh Relax, I don't care if you're fucking her too. I'm not going to say anything to anyone," I said, smiling and waving off his fear. "What I really don't get is why you'd risk everything for that flat-chested bitter bitch. Hell, John's your friend for fuck's sake." Brad looked around suspiciously to ensure no one else was listening. "Josie, you've got to believe me. I don't want to be doing that. She's fucking blackmailing me," said Brad, seemingly relieved to be telling someone about the situation. "A few months ago, we made out at a party. Shit, I don't even remember it, but she made a video of us. Then she threatened to post it unless I fucked her. I thought it was going to be a one time thing. I know, I should have said something right away, but I never thought it would go on like this and now it's too late." The irony was fucking delicious. Brad was being blackmailed for sex just like I was. At least my situation would resolve itself in another day, but Brad was going to be on the hook at least until he graduated in a few months. I then remembered that Josie had said that she'd take care of Dana, whatever that meant. I wondered if what she had in mind would make Brad's situation better or worse. "So, what are you going to do?" I asked, actually curious. "Shit, what can I do? If I told John now, even if he believed me, he'd be crushed. He really loves Dana." "I guess you have to keep fucking Dana then, but maybe do it in less conspicuous places than the kitchen of the damn fraternity house," I suggested. "That's all her!" Brad insisted. "I swear it's almost like she wants to be caught. I think that's a big part of the thrill for her." Brad then looked at me seriously. "You're really alright with all this?" "Do I like it? No, but we're not exactly exclusive, are we. Just like you tell everyone, we're just fuck buddies, after all," I said with a slight edge to it. I honestly couldn't care what Josie and Brad's official status was, but I thought if I could help her out, why not? It's never a bad thing to be on the good side of a magic user. Brad actually looked a little ashamed. "You've heard that, huh? Wait, are you seeing someone else too?" he asked, suddenly concerned. I just shot him a sly grin. "Let's dance," I said, pointedly not answering his question, as I grabbed his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. The band was playing a slow song for a change and Brad didn't hesitate to take me into a tight embrace and begin leading me in my first real slow dance as a woman. I actually knew how to do this type of dancing, but doing it from the woman's side was very disorienting. Several times, I found myself unconsciously fighting Brad for control, but eventually I managed to give in and allow him to lead, his large hands cupping my ass the entire time while my slender arms wrapped around his neck. Once I relaxed, I actually enjoyed the experience, but I'll never repeat that to anyone. After that one slow dance, that I might almost call romantic, Madison joined us as the band switched to more fast-paced music. After a few minutes, I begged off to rest. I was quickly discovering that dancing in six inch heels might look sexy as hell, but it was murder on your feet. I grabbed a glass of water from the bar and almost downed it in one gulp. One of the biggest dangers of Molly was dehydration and I definitely felt like I had already lost a gallon of water just through sweat. I was going to ruin Josie's dress if I kept on like this. I refilled my water then took a seat at one of the empty tables. I sighed in relief as I slipped off my sexy footwear and began rubbing my sore feet, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling. Suddenly, firm hands pulled my tired feet up and my eyes popped open to see Mark sitting across from me, my stockinged feet in his lap. I was just about to yank my feet back, when he started rubbing them. Having your feet massaged while on ecstasy is almost better than sex, and despite my hatred of the man in front of me, I moaned in pleasure as my head lolled from side to side. It was obvious that Mark was a "foot guy" as his excitement at playing with Josie's beautiful feet was plain for everyone to see. I had never been into feet. I always thought they were the least appealing parts of the body, in fact. But, just like the rest of Josie, her feet were perfect and I'm positive that anyone with a foot fetish would drool all over them. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I challenged Mark, but didn't immediately remove my feet from his lap. "You just looked like you needed a little help," he said, not taking his eyes off my feet as his thumbs began firmly digging into my arches. My breath caught as the heavenly feeling of his massage spread tingles up my calves and onto my thighs, threatening to stimulate even more sensitive spots if it didn't stop soon. I had to get control of myself. This asshole didn't deserve to touch any part of Josie's gorgeous body no matter how good it felt. "That's enough," I said firmly as I reluctantly yanked my feet from his grasp and felt his very stiff cock as they slid across his lap. "Ah, come on!" Mark protested loudly. "You liked it. I know you did," he said as he reached for them again. "Dude, get your hands off my date," Brad said as his strong hand rested firmly on Mark's shoulder. "Go molest your own fucking date." Mark angrily knocked Brad's hand off of his shoulder then stormed off without another word. I half-expected to hear some sort of cartoon villain threat from him like, "You'll rue the day!" but, nope. For once, Mark knew when to keep his mouth shut. "My Hero," I announced as I slipped my heels back on. "You looked like you needed a little help," Brad said. I blanched. "Weird, that's exactly what Mark said. Am I putting off a damsel in distress vibe or something?" "You're definitely putting off a vibe in that dress but I don't think it has anything to do with distress," Madison said as she approached me and started lovingly massaging my neck. "Where is everyone? This place is getting a little empty." I looked around and confirmed that Madison was correct. The enormous ballroom did seem quite a bit emptier than it had. In fact, the majority of the people remaining appeared to be older Delta Theta alumni. "I think most of the active brothers have already moved on to the after party upstairs. You guys ready to head up too?" he asked. "Oh yeah! Hot Tub!" Madison said while rapidly clapping her hands like an excited little girl. "Oh God, a hot tub would feel fantastic right now," I agreed. Brad smiled and pulled out the room key card. "Sounds like a plan then. After you, ladies," he said as he waved an arm toward the elevators. We made our way out of the ballroom and through the hotel lobby, drawing lots of jealous lecherous stares from the other patrons milling about. Right before Brad was about to punch the "up" button, the doors opened. Dana practically fell out onto the lobby floor, but John managed to catch her arm preventing it. We stepped aside, allowing the couple to exit the elevator and it became obvious that Dana was highly intoxicated. "But I don't want to go," Dana protested, her words slurring. "Umm, you need some help man?" Brad asked reluctantly. Dana noticed Brad for the first time and gave him a little wiggly finger wave. "Hi Brad!" "Jesus, I don't know what happened. She barely drank anything all night," John explained. "Then I find her practically raping one of the pledges. I pulled her out of that and turn my back for a second and she's making out with fucking Mark!" "I don't want to go," Dana complained again. "I'm so pissed right now. I would just kick her into an Uber but I doubt she'd make it into her building and I can't do that to the driver," John said, obviously exasperated with his girlfriend. "I recommend your pledge George drive her," I suggested. "He got me home all safe on Tuesday from bar night, since someone couldn't be bothered," I said pointedly, giving Brad a little elbow to the ribs. "George didn't even make it here. He was too hungover from last night. Apparently the boy can't hold his liquor," Brad said. "Hell, he was passed out in my room for most of the night, at least until I kicked him out. I think the little fucker actually pissed himself in my bed. There was a huge wet spot." I suppresed a cringe with the memory of me accidentally fucking the unconscious George. I knew that I was the one responsible for that wet spot, but fortunately no one would ever know that. "I'll do it," I heard a familiar voice say and I looked up to see my old body approaching with Sherry. "I can get her home for you brother John," Josie said from my body. "I don't wanna go," Dana mumbled again, hanging on John to support herself. "Jason, if you can do that for me, I'll be in your debt," John said, his tone full of relief. What was Josie up to? Was this somehow part of her plan to get back at Dana? I eyed Josie suspiciously and she gave me a little surreptitious wink that only increased my fear. Did she somehow dose Dana? "No problem, we were just leaving anyway," Josie said, taking one of Dana's arms over her shoulders to support her while Sherry took Dana's other arm and did the same. The three then left the lobby over Dana's slurring protests. "You coming back up to the after party, man?" Brad asked John. "Hell yeah. Fuck her. You know I've had a feeling she's been running around behind my back for awhile. And now I've got proof. I don't care if she is fucked up right now. No excuse," John said bitterly. All four of us piled back into the waiting elevator and rode it up to the top floor of the hotel. As soon as the doors opened, you would never have thought that we were in the fanciest hotel in town. The scene looked right out of any wild party fantasy I might have had. Since Delta Theta had bought out the entire top two floors of the hotel, there was really no one to complain. Most of the room doors were opened and people were roaming drunkenly from room to room with all manner of drinks and in all states of undress. We made our way through the crowded hallway and to the last room on the floor. Brad popped the card into the reader and the door opened. The suite was huge. It had a large living room area with a kitchenette and a separate bedroom with a king sized bed. The massive bathroom off the bedroom sported the fabled four person hot tub that was already steaming and bubbling. The tub was set into the tiled floor of the bathroom giving it an almost pond like appearance, a boiling pond, but one nonetheless. As soon as Brad opened the door to the suite, people started stumbling into the room just accepting it as more open space for the roaming party. Pretty soon our room was just as crowded as the rest of the floor and any semblance of privacy disappeared right along with that drunken mob. I managed to shove everyone except Madison and me out of the bedroom so that we could get changed. I wasn't in the mood to give the entire fraternity and their dates a strip tease. Our overnight bags had been delivered and placed on the bed just as the limo driver had insisted they would be, so Madison and I wasted no time getting much more comfortable. We unzipped each other's dresses and I sighed in relief when I removed the repressive bustier that had been keeping my large boobs in check all night. Ever since the molly had kicked in, I had wanted nothing more than to strip off all of my clothes. Finally, I felt the cool air touch my sweat glistened skin. I briefly regretted the fact that Brad would never see all of my sexy lingerie, but I knew it wouldn't really matter once he saw me in my tiny blue bikini. We hung up our dresses and packed away the rest of our sexy undergarments before pulling out our tiny swimsuits. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to put on the top of the string bikini, but I eventually managed it, just barely fitting my large full breasts into the tiny scraps of fabric that claimed to be a top. "God, that feels so much better. I was burning up," I said in relief as I adjusted my bottoms to fit my full ass a little better, before pulling out all the pins in my hair to allow my blond locks to fall free around my shoulders. "Definitely," Madison agreed. "Damn, you look fucking hot in that suit, just like I knew you would." "Ah, thanks. You're pretty damn smoking too," I said, returning the compliment. Then a thought occurred to me. "Hey Madison, where did you get the molly, if you don't mind me asking?" "Sherry gave them to me. She said she got them from her date. You know, the pledge that took Dana home. What's his name... Jason?" Well, that was the sound of the other shoe dropping, I thought. So, Josie was the source of the ecstasy and I would bet every dime I had that she was also the cause of Dana's strange behavior. Whether Josie tricked her or secretly dosed her, I would probably never know, but I just prayed that she was careful so that nothing would ever lead back to me. "Yeah, that's his name," I confirmed right as the impatient banging on the bedroom door began. "Come on Girls! Open up!" Brad yelled drunkenly from the other side of the locked door. "You ready?" I asked Madison. She made one last adjustment of her boobs then nodded, "Ready as I'll ever be." I unlocked then swung open the bedroom's double doors in a grand gesture as if I was the hostess on a game show. Brad's fist froze in mid air, just about to pound on the door again. His mouth dropped open when he caught sight of us, a predatory look in his eyes. The crowd in the room hooted and cheered at our sexy half-naked appearance. "Get your bathing suit on. We're getting in the hot tub," I said to Brad. "Who needs a bathing suit?" he said as he excitedly began stripping off his tux and throwing the discarded clothing onto the bed. The crowd cheered Brad on as Madison and I made our way to the hot tub. I dipped my toe in as a test then carefully stepped down into the frothing water. I sat down, allowing the hot water to submerge my large tits and sighed in pleasure as I put my aching feet directly in front of a water jet. Ironically, the hot water actually made my internal temperature feel more normal and the swirling water running along my exposed skin seemed to make the molly kick into hyperdrive. It felt like ten thousand tiny fingers were massaging every inch of my body and all I could do was moan in delight. Madison slipped into the tub opposite me and had a similar reaction, her eyes half lidded as she let out a very sexy exhale. I felt the water rise as Brad lowered his bulky frame into the tub as well. He wore only his boxers and as they became soaked with the hot water the outline of his enormous hard cock was clearly visible. A crooked smile appeared on my face because I knew I was the source of his erection. "Oh hot hot hot!" Brad exclaimed as he settled into the seat between Madison and me. Before I could say anything to Brad, I was surprised by John joining the three of us in the crowded tub. He too wore only his underwear, but instead of boxers, John wore a tight pair of red briefs that left little to the imagination even before they got wet. I could easily tell through the tight fabric that John's cock was big and circumcised. For several minutes we just enjoyed the jetting water as other party goers strolled through the bathroom to inspect the hot tub. I was pretty sure they were actually checking out Madison and me more than the tub, but there wasn't much I could do about that. I knew that the other suites on this floor had hot tubs as well, so I was sure that folks would soon be following our example in those other rooms, but at that moment, our bathroom was far more crowded than I would have liked. Eventually, the crowd thinned out as the roaming party moved onto other rooms, but the music and the sounds of rowdy fraternity boys could still easily be heard over the bubbling hot tub. I startled and my eyes popped open when I felt a hand slide along my submerged thigh. I turned to smile at Brad, but to my suprise, Brad was making out with Madison and both of his hands were visible. My head shot over to John who was giving me a shy grin as his hand moved up and down my smooth upper leg. This was definitely not in the plan. I was supposed to be having sex with Brad, not John. Yet, he had somehow invited himself into our little group and neither Brad nor Madison had objected. John was a nice enough guy and he wasn't bad looking as men went, but that certainly didn't mean I wanted to fuck him. The entire point of me being here was so that Josie could be with Brad and increase her chances of getting pregnant. Adding John to that mix did not further that goal and I really didn't want to increase my cock count to five. Jesus, the mere fact that I even had a mental counter for the number of different cocks I had handled was freaking me out. I would be lying if I said that sex as a woman had no appeal to me anymore. To be honest, it was incredible, but I still didn't find men attractive. Each time I did it, I found myself performing a dangerous mental gymnastics routine that involved massive doses of denial and a form of split personality. Josie's body was definitely responding positively to John's touch and the molly certainly didn't hurt those efforts either. I could feel goosebumps popping up all over my body as the tingles intensified with every swipe of John's hand along my leg. I closed my eyes briefly to enjoy the sensations and when I opened them again John was only inches from my face, moving in for a kiss as his hand glided between my legs. Our lips met and at first I resisted, but as his fingers began to graze along my swollen pussy lips, I surrendered and began to kiss him back passionately. I'd like to blame the ecstasy for my actions, but I had to accept responsibility for my choices. At that exact moment, I was choosing to be with John despite the many many reasons it was very wrong. A splash of water against my face forced me to break the kiss and I opened my eyes in time to see Brad flinging his sopping wet flannel boxers out of the hot tub, spraying water everywhere as they flew through the air. Brad was now completely naked and I could see Madison's shoulder pumping up and down as she jerked his massive cock off under the bubbling surface. I won't lie, I became incredibly jealous at that moment and the fact that I was jealous of not being the one jacking off another man really confused and depressed me. John didn't give me any time to really ponder my mixed feelings however. He stood up in the tub and quickly emulated Brad by removing his own briefs. John's cock wasn't nearly as long as Brad's but it was almost freakishly thick. He moved over until he was standing in front of me, his beefy dick pointing demandingly at my gaping mouth. Mesmerized by its thick meaty proportions, my hand lifted out of the water to encircle John's cock as if under someone else's control. The circumference of his shaft was so big I couldn't get Josie's slender fingertips to meet. It couldn't have been longer than six inches but the width, good God, the girth of his cock was amazing. As I slowly began to pump his wet dick, I looked up into John's pleading eyes. "What about Dana?" I asked, curious how he would respond to that question while a super sexy woman was actively stroking his cock. The male part of my mind desperately hoped that the question would ruin the mood and John would leave in a bout of guilt, but the increasingly dominant feminine part of my brain was maintaining a firm grip on his cock to prevent him from running away. "She's made her choices. I'm making mine," John said confidently as he placed his hand on the back of my head and started pulling me forward toward his hard cock. Josie's lessons on cocksucking were just not going to apply in this case. John's girth was too much to use those more sultry techniques. Instead, I was forced to open my mouth as wide as I could to fit his fat mushroom-shaped head past my lips. It was very uncomfortable and almost impossible to keep my teeth completely out of the way with my jaw so distended, but I managed it, if just barely. With it being so thick, I wasn't really able to get much of John's fat dick into my mouth, so I had to content myself with essentially suckling on the tip as best as I could. There was no way to really give him proper head so I used my tongue as much as possible to simulate the motion. My improvisation seemed to work as John tilted his head back and began to moan in ecstacy. "Oh fuck. I've wanted you for so fucking long Josie. You're so Goddamned hot," John grunted. I was only able to move my mouth about a half an inch along John's dick in either direction and my mind started wandering as I gave him the best blowjob I could. What would it feel like to have this thick beast in my pussy. God, it would probably hurt like hell, at least at first. Josie's pussy was already used to Brad's monster size, but that was more about length. John's cock would definitely require quite a bit more stretching of Josie's pussy before it would become anything like pleasurable, but that feminine part of my brain was already anxious to try it out. Of course, the remaining male part was reminding me that getting fucked by John was absolutely not part of the plan. I'd already potentially screwed up Josie's pregnancy plan twice before, there was no way I needed to add a third load of semen to her womb from a completely different man as well. You could just have him pull out, a little voice whispered in the back of my brain. That little voice sounded suspiciously like Josie and I wondered, not for the first time, if I was losing my mind. The fact that my mouth was currently stuffed to capacity with another man's cock certainly added weight to the argument that I wasn't myself anymore. I popped John's dick out of my mouth with a heavy pant. I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I couldn't give him a good blowjob in this position. I needed to have more control of the location of my head. John looked disappointed, but I quickly stood up and gently guided him to sit on the lip of the hot tub. I was then able to bend over and rest my elbows on his thighs which allowed me a far better angle to give head, which I eagerly did. I was able to work more of his meaty cock into my mouth and was able to actually move almost a full inch back and forth with a tiny bobbing motion. John's groans told me I had made the proper decision. Once again, it disturbed me with how much I was turning out to be a natural, intuitive cocksucker. Just as I was really getting into a groove sucking John's dick, I felt strong hands grab my ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Brad moving my bikini bottoms aside and lining up his long cock with my dripping pussy entrance. Holy fuck, I was about to get spit roasted. I returned my mouth to John's dick and braced myself on his thighs for the inevitable jarring of Brad pounding me from behind. Just as I felt Brad's enormous cock begin to stretch my pussy, I heard the splashing of water as Madison got out of the tub and walked around to John. She forced John to lean back onto his arms as she straddled his head, lining up her shaved pussy with his eager mouth. She immediately began moaning loudly as John's apparently expert tongue went to work on her. If other people hadn't already heard us, they certainly would with Madison's screams of pleasure. Of course, my own screams were muffled by John's thick cock stuffing my mouth. Jesus, I had come a long way from my first day in Josie's body. I remembered refusing to even be seen in public and now I was happily getting railed from behind by my pledge master while I sucked the fraternity treasurer's dick. I would never have guessed how quickly I had acclimated to being her. The fact that I could have lost myself so completely in less than a week just blew my mind. Of course, if Josie hadn't been forcing me to do all those things, I probably would have just hidden in her apartment, my virginity still intact. But, that wasn't how the week panned out and I had experienced just about every erotic situation that I could think of in Josie's sexy body. I had no idea how I was going to readjust to just being plain old Jason Preston on Monday. John's dick slipped out of my mouth as Brad slammed into me particularly hard. "Holy Fuck!" I cried while digging my nails into John's thighs. "God Brad you're going so deep!" His only response was a firm slap to my ass and to pound into me even harder than before. I just barely managed to get John's dick back into my mouth but could only moan around its massive girth as Brad's cock continually ran into me with smooth long powerful strokes that ended with his hips smacking into my generous ass. With each deep penetration I could feel a tremendous orgasm grow closer and closer. I was forced to remove John's dick so that I could breathe as my eyes rolled back into my head and a loud warbling cry began to escape my drool coated lips. "Oh Oh oh, I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Yes Yes! Oh God Brad yes!" I screamed as the wave of orgasm crashed over me. Madison was right behind me and began a high pitched squealing as she almost pulled out John's hair with her convulsions. Even through the haze of my own bliss, I was worried that her shaking legs wouldn't support her and she'd fall backwards into the tub, but I needn't have worried. John sat up and firmly cupped both of Madison's ass cheeks, supporting her as he continued to greedily lap at her dripping pussy. I could tell that Brad was getting close as well because his thrusts became more urgent and his grunts seemed almost desperate. His pounding became so violent in my overly sensitive pussy that my head was continually forced into John's stomach, making any attempt to continue my blowjob impossible. Instead, I just started jerking off his saliva covered cock as best as I could given the circumstances. "God damn, that pussy feels so fucking good. Oh Shit, I'm gonna cum!" Brad declared as he slammed into me one last time and held his long dick there, fully impaling me. I screamed as his massive cock began to twitch inside me and I experienced the now familiar feeling of hot cum being injected deep into me. I felt my pussy walls automatically begin contracting and squeezing him, milking every last drop of his seed. I collapsed into John's lap, his handjob all but forgotten after my rough fucking. Fortunately, Madison was there to pick up my slack. Her head nuzzled into John's lap beside mine and expertly took his thick cock into her mouth. Feeling a little displaced, I decided to join and soon I was tonguing John's hairy balls while Madison sucked him off impressively. Within seconds of our double-teaming, John was groaning loudly and Madison removed her mouth and began rapidly stroking his straining member. Thick ropes of cum erupted out of John's cock. You would have thought the guy hadn't ejaculated in years with the huge amount that sprayed into the air and all over Madison and myself. I received at least two direct shots to the face and my hair didn't fare much better. I actually started to laugh when I saw Madison because she looked like a jar of mayonnaise had exploded in her face. She looked back at me, John's twitching cock still in her slowly pumping hand, and laughed right back. I remembered how disgusted I was the first time I had given Brad a handjob and some of his cum had gotten onto me. But now, looking at Madison's beautiful cum covered face, I could only think how incredibly sexy she looked. I leaned forward and began passionately kissing her, taking the time to occasionally move from her lips to the rest of her face to lick up the glistening cum covering her cheeks and chin. My male mind screamed internally in angry disgust but I just ignored it and enjoyed the feeling of giving my girlfriend a loving tongue bath, which she then eagerly returned. Before long, the cum had been completely removed from both of our pretty faces and I found myself actually sucking the last droplets off of my fingers in a sultry manner that I would have never thought possible of myself a week earlier. "Holy shit, that's so fucking hot," I heard one of the boys say before seeing them high five each other out of the corner of my eye. "Hell yes it was," Madison agreed as she slipped back into the hot water beside me. The boys quickly rejoined us as well and we all silently enjoyed the pleasant afterglow of our sex in the hot bubbling water. With our own loud noises gone, I could clearly hear that we were not the only ones enjoying a little sexual release. In fact, I could make out the moans of at least four other women filtering into our area. I remembered not fully believing all the crazy stories that my older brother had told me about his escapades in Delta Theta, but now, I realized that he had probably been holding back. Judging by all the sounds of fucking I heard, it was apparent that the Delta Theta spring formal after party was really just a massive orgy. It actually made me feel a little better to know that we weren't the only ones who had put on a lewd display and the thought of all those stuck up girlfriends getting nailed so publicly made me smile. And they thought the house chickens were the sluts. Well, maybe we were, but I now knew we certainly weren't the only ones. I paused with that thought. I was actually thinking of myself as a house chicken now, not just stuck in the body of one and the realization didn't bother me as much as it really should have. Eventually, we reluctantly pulled ourselves out of the hot tub and mingled with the rest of the roaming party. Surprisingly, I didn't feel out of place at all walking around in just my wet bikini as we were hardly the only women dressed that way. In fact, several girls were proudly prancing about topless, their tits on full display. We drank and partied for several more hours until gradually people began returning to their rooms and passing out. John decided to return to his own room while Madison, Brad and I all crawled into our large king sized bed and quickly fell asleep. The morning came far too quickly. I took a quick shower and got dressed in the casual clothes I had packed while Brad and Madison did the same. I checked my phone and saw that I had a message from Josie. "I'm assuming you had a good time last night. You better have not forgotten why you were there. I'm going to come by my apartment around twelve. Be sure you're alone. We have a lot to get straightened out before we switch back tomorrow." I quickly deleted all the messages from Josie over the past week while also doing the same to my exchanges with George. Brad had to stay and help clean up the more outrageous damages to the hotel with the rest of the brothers, but as a mere guest, I was free to leave. "I'm calling an Uber for us, Madison. Your car is at my place afterall." I said to her as she was getting out of the shower. "Sounds good. Be ready in a few," she responded as she toweled off her naked body. As I was packing up the last of my things, Brad leaned down and gave me a kiss goodbye. "We've got a fraternity meeting tonight that will probably take awhile, so I'll catch up with you tomorrow," he said. A wave of depression flowed over me as I realized that this would be the last time I'd see Brad as Josie. The next time I saw him, I would just be a pledge and he would once again be my pledge master. God, how could I ever look at him the same way with all the things that we had done to each other. Shit, for that matter, seeing Kevin, John or George again would be equally weird too. Would I even be able to go back to being a pledge? After all I did to ensure that I could still be one, I needed to at least try. Brad noticed my sad expression and understandably misinterpreted it. "Ahh babe. Don't look so sad. I'll see you tomorrow," he said, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. I certainly didn't love Brad. Hell, I still wasn't sure if I even liked him, but I knew that I would absolutely miss the fantastic sex. I stood up and hugged him tightly. "I'm going to miss you," I said, knowing full well that he'd think I was just a crazy emotional female. Shit, at that moment, I guess he'd be right. He looked at me strangely, "I'll miss you too, but damn, it's just until tomorrow. It looks like your ride is almost here. You two better get down there." I nodded sadly then collected my overnight and dress bags before leaving the room with Madison. The ride back to Josie's apartment was uneventful. Thankfully the Uber driver was a woman so we got to avoid all the normal lecherous stares and lame pickup lines. When we arrived in the building's parking lot, I hugged Madison tightly, tears actually starting to run down my cheeks. She was definitely the person that I was going to miss the most. My heart broke when I thought about how I would never again be with her and the probable disdain she would show toward pledge Jason Preston the next time I saw her. I knew that my relationship with her would be the most difficult thing for me to get over. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned.. "I just want you to know that I've really enjoyed our time together this week and no matter what happens going forward, always remember that I love you," I said sincerely. Madison looked confused, "Ok, Well, I love you too. Is this about you graduating or something? Because if so, don't worry, we still got plenty of time to slut it up together," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, of course," I said, sniffing and wiping the tears away with the back of my hand. "Ok, get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow," she said before giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek then getting into her car and driving away. I stood in the parking lot waving until I couldn't see her car anymore then sadly made my way to the apartment where I started unlocking the door. Unfortunately, with all the heavy emotions swirling around my goodbye to Madison, I hadn't been paying attention to my surroundings and totally missed the familiar crappy firebird parked two rows over. The second I began opening the door something heavy crashed into my back knocking me off my feet and into the apartment. I slammed into the hardwood floor of the entranceway, my head taking a serious blow. Dazed, I slowly looked over my shoulder to see the front door closing and two men hovering over me. They looked vaguely familiar but my head was so foggy with the trauma that the memory did not immediately come to me. "I told you we'd find the bitch. Lock the door," one of the men said. "Look at ya now. Ain't so high and mighty crawling on the floor without a cop to back you up, are ya?" Terror ran through me as I realized who these men were. They were the creeps who had stalked me when I had gone out running by myself. I did the only thing I could think of, I screamed. They quickly stuffed something rancid into my mouth. As best as I could tell it was a dirty gym sock. I kicked and punched and even tried to bite with all of my strength, but Josie's body was no match for the two large men. Even if I had been in my old body, they still would have easily overpowered me. Within minutes, they had me tied up, the gag firmly secured around my mouth. My hands were duct taped together behind my back while my feet were similarly restrained. I was totally immobilized and helpless. I had never been so terrified in my life. The older man bent down until he was looking me in the eye. I would have spit in his face if I had been able but all I could do was cry helplessly. "They kept us locked up for two fucking days on those bullshit charges, you cunt. Jimmy here lost his God damned job because of you. Now, I figure you owe us for all that trouble and we're here to collect. It took a few days to track your fine ass down, but a woman as good looking as you stands out. People remember you flaunting your sexy body all over town like a whore." The man produced a sharp looking hunting knife and ran its tip along my tear soaked cheek. "Now this can go one of two ways. You can either be a good little whore and do what we say, or we can cut you up and ruin that pretty face of yours forever. Either way, we're getting what we came here for, what you look like when we leave is up to you. Do you understand?" I quickly nodded my head, not wanting to antagonize these maniacs any more than they already were. I was completely at their mercy and I couldn't think of any way out of the situation. "Good girl," he said before they unceremoniously dragged me into the bedroom and threw my bound body onto the bed, face down. I felt them remove my leg bindings and I instinctually started kicking, but they quickly grabbed my flailing limbs and held them securely. "What the fuck did I just tell you bitch? You'd better relax or I'm gonna start cutting," he ordered menacingly. I wasn't going to be able to fight my way out of this. I realized that if I was going to survive in one piece I was just going to have to endure what these assholes were about to do to me. I mentally began retreating into a dark corner of my mind, attempting to disassociate myself from what was happening to my body. "That's better," he said as I felt them roughly rip off my shorts and panties, leaving the lower half of my body completely exposed. They then pulled me back until my legs were dangling off the edge of the bed and my ass was positioned perfectly to be violated. "Me first," the man named Jimmy said. "The fuck you say. I ain't taking your sloppy seconds," responded the older man. "Now go wait in the other room." "Come on Darrel. I never get to go first," Jimmy complained. "Get in that other fucking room before I start cutting you up too!" Darrel ordered before I heard him lower his zipper. "What the fuck is going on here! Who the fuck are you two assholes?" shouted a familiar voice. It was Josie. She had let herself in like normal, but she obviously had no clue what was happening. Unfortunately, in the time it took her to accurately process the situation, it might be too late. I screamed into my gag as a warning, but only panicked muffled cries could be heard. She needed to get out of here before they hurt my body. "Get that fucker!" screamed Darrel. I twisted around on the bed to better see what was happening. I could see the panic in my old eyes as Josie finally realized the extreme danger we were both in. Josie ran out of the bedroom and Jimmy quickly followed. I heard shouts and scuffling before Darrel decided that he needed to take care of this himself. Ignoring me, he pulled a gun from his waistband and moved toward the other room. This was my chance, I had to do something. With my legs unbound, I wiggled around until I was able to sit up, then I quickly used Josie's very flexible body to move my bound hands under my ass and over my legs until they were in front of me. I then stood up and ran as fast as I could toward the front door. I streaked past the wrestling men and grabbed a hold of the door knob. Fortunately, Josie had left it unlocked. But just as the door started swinging open, an ear splitting gunshot rang out, causing me to hesitate momentarily. "Get that bitch!" screamed Darrel as he fired off another shot directly into the front door, missing me by inches. I ran out into the parking lot painfully ripping at the duct tape holding my gag in place. As soon as I removed the nasty sock from my mouth I began screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs while still running as fast as I could, barefoot, with no pants, through the gravel strewn parking lot. I knew that my face and feet were already bleeding but I had to get help. God only knew what had happened to Josie, and I had a momentary feeling of guilt for leaving her behind, but I quickly suppressed it. Getting help was the best thing I could do. If I had stayed there, I would probably be dead. I ran directly out into the street and managed to flag down a car who's driver quickly called the police and gave me a spare coat to cover my naked lower half. At almost the same time, The firebird squealed out of the lot and raced down the street at an insane speed, obviously attempting to make their escape. Over the protests of the growing crowd, I hurriedly made my way back to the apartment to help Josie. Just as I reached the door, five police cruisers streamed into the parking lot, converging around me. The police popped out of their cars with their weapons already drawn. I screamed at them that we needed medical help in the apartment before racing inside myself. I found my old body slumped over on the couch, a large growing blood stain beneath it. I cried out in horror and checked my old body for any signs of life, but I couldn't find any. I screamed again in anguish as the strong hands of a police officer pulled me away from the body. Delta Theta pledge Jason Preston was pronounced dead on the scene of a gunshot wound to the head. Later, the news stories made him out to be a hero, who had selflessly sacrificed himself to prevent the rape and murder of a young female student. I couldn't disagree. I knew it hadn't been Josie's intention to save me, but she had. Unfortunately that left me without a body. I didn't know what would happen to me when the spell finally wore off. I had no idea how magic worked. Would Josie's soul miraculously still come back to her body and displace me, leaving me dead? I spent that night in the hospital for observation. I had cut up my feet badly during my escape and torn some of the skin from my cheeks when I had ripped off the duct tape, but other than that, I was physically fine. However the trauma of the day's events left me shaken badly. After all, it's not everyone who can say they saw their own dead body. The only good news I received that night was the report that Jimmy and Darrel had been killed during a high speed chase when they lost control of their car and slammed into a power pole at seventy miles per hour. The world was a better place, as far as I was concerned. Fear of many things kept me up that night, but I finally drifted off in the hospital bed, not knowing whether I would ever wake up again. I woke Monday morning to see Madison asleep in a chair beside my bed and smiled. I was alive and apparently I was going to be Josie Baker for the rest of my life. This was now my body and I got to decide how I would live my new life going forward. I knew I had a hell of alot to figure out, but one thing I knew for sure, I was done being a Delta Theta house chicken. EPILOGUE (Two Months Later) "Oh God yes! You fuck me so good baby!" I screamed as Jacob continued to slam his rigid cock into me from behind. I absolutely loved getting fucked hard doggie style and Jacob was a master at it. He pushed my shoulders down onto the soft bed leaving my round ass high in the air for him to have his way with. "Oh Yes, fuck me harder!" I demanded, as I felt the oncoming locomotive of an orgasm heading my way. Jacob obliged and the room filled with the sounds of my screams and slapping skin as my boyfriend brought me to yet another mind blowing climax. "Grrrrr!" he growled as he pulled out of me and began shooting cum all over my ass and back. He collapsed beside me on the bed panting while I purred contentedly, feeling the evidence of my man's love for me pooling into the nape of my back. Against all odds, Jacob Walters had successfully picked me up at the gym that day and he had indeed called me to collect on the promised dinner. Of course, once he had learned of my ordeal, everything changed. Unlike Brad, who seemed to avoid me after Jason's murder, Jacob had become a constant presence in my life, never pressuring me for anything, just being there for me and supporting me through everything. He never knew how much I was actually going through, adjusting permanently to Josie's life, but that didn't matter. His concern and love, yes love, was genuine in every respect. Before long, the two of us were inseparable and for the first time, I actually started feeling like a real woman, not just a sexual object. It turned out that Jacob wasn't a student, but a twenty-eight year old lawyer working for the college in their legal affairs office. It was a completely different experience being with a grown man who knew what he wanted and had the ability to achieve it himself, without daddy's money. Thankfully, Josie's plan had failed, I wasn't pregnant and I quickly began taking actual birth control to prevent that, at least until I was ready. The idea that someday I could actually be a mother excited me, especially since I had found someone I might want to share that experience with. After the incident, I quickly drifted away from the fraternity, never showing up at the house again. Brad, the dick, only texted me three times to "see how I was doing" but never made any serious efforts to actually see me. I guess the murder had freaked everyone out so much that I was just a painful reminder to the brothers, which was fine by me. Fortunately, Madison and I had only grown closer as I encouraged her to distance herself from the fraternity as well. Jacob and I had actually set her up with one of his co-workers and the four of us had enjoyed quite a few double dates, although they definitely were not as serious as Jacob and I were quickly becoming. "Have you thought about it yet?" he asked, finally catching his breath from the rigorous pounding he had just subjected me to. "Mmm?" I asked, still dazed in the afterglow of sex with someone I truly cared about. "Moving in. You practically live here already. Please, I want us to live together," he said. "Oh Jacob, it's only been a couple of months, I ..." "I don't care. When you know, you know," he insisted, cutting off my excuses. "But I graduate next month, baby. God only knows where I'll be able to find a job," I said. "That's not a concern. I make plenty for both of us. I'm not letting you slip out of my life," he said, rubbing my shoulders lovingly. "Hell, if I have to move to be with you, then I will. In the meantime, let's just live. I bet I could get you a job with the college's marketing department if you wanted." "That does sound nice," I purred sleepily. "Let's talk about it in the morning, OK?" But I already knew my answer. Despite the fact that we had only known each other for a couple of months, and despite the fact that I had only been living this life for just barely more than that, when you know, you know. I was completely in love with this man and was looking forward to spending as much time with him as he would allow. A fact that was still blowing my mind even though my past life as Jason Preston had quickly started seeming like a distant dream. Right as I was about to happily drift off, my phone started ringing. I checked the caller and didn't recognize the number. I was just about to send it to voicemail but a strong compulsion made me want to answer the call. "Hello?" I said. "Who is this?" the woman's voice said on the other end of the call. "You called me. Who's this?" I asked, annoyed at the rudeness of the caller. "Did you not think that a magic user of the fifth order would know when her own daughter's soul was lost? I don't know who you are or how you stole my daughter's body, but I will have my revenge." THE END