Being Jodie

So there I was.

Draped over one end of a filthy, yellowy-green paisley, grandparent-hand-me-down sofa, placed without much thought in the middle of an incredibly messy common area, in just as filthy a frat house.

It was all hallows eve, and yes… so there I was.

Cum spattered throughout my hair and started to crust on my brow and cheek. The neckline of my pink angora sweater was torn rudely open further. The prim and proper vintage rockabilly skirt of my costume, with extra slips and all, was flipped up high, fully exposing my hips and lower back, now dripping and spotted with pearls of the efforts of lustful, carnal energy.

Wobbling precariously on tall black and white mary jane pumps and just barely keeping my balance whilst roughly being fucked, I was forced to lean over the arm of the couch with one hand struggling to keep my hair back pinned back behind an ear and out of my face, while the other gently tugging the thick, veiny cock of the house alpha. My soft, glossy, swollen lips hungrily took him in.

Captured inside a stainless steel chastity cage my girlfriend and her nurse friend had locked me in two months prior, my cock strained uselessly. As I was aggressively being plowed from behind, it dangled lewdly, swaying back and forth freely in the open air, not only from the hefty weight of the cage hanging like a pendulum but also from a pulsing desire frequently reaching an overwhelming apex in the restraint and twitching uncontrollably for a few seconds.

Yes… there I was…. stunned with disbelief, wondering to myself just how the fuck did I get myself into this slutty, glorious mess!

Lost in the pleasure of being used all the while instinctually teasing, moaning, and milking the most pleasure I could as the center of attention of the Halloween party turned slut train, my mind drifted back to that fateful day mid-summer when things took a dramatic shift in my life.

4 months ago…

In retrospect, teasing and denial were nothing new to me. It was the summer after my senior year, I was 20 and my girlfriend (who was 19) and I were in the throes of a brief makeout session while pulled up at a stoplight in our small town. See, both coming from strict upbringings we were indoctrinated with the belief we should remain virgins until we were married.

I know what you are thinking… yes, it was absolutely, fucking hard but honestly marrying her would be the easiest thing I could ever do! She was my best friend, she was way, way smarter than I, and man…. that body! Oof. I can feel myself dripping on the arm of the sofa just reminiscing. We had been together two years and I still can’t remember ever parting without both of my heads swollen and swimming in a daze for what seemed like hours.

She was the all-American good girl, but heavy petting was her vice and she stole every chance to climb into my lap or pull me on top of her for a 10-15 minute make-out grind-fest before we got too hot and heavy to continue. Her soft tits, her ample hips, and taut belly… I think I began washing my own laundry shortly after we started going steady just to avoid the embarrassment of all the leaks and accidents that occurred due to her sexiness. We had taken a year off from school as we both couldn’t bear moving apart from each other and had pretty good jobs that would help us save for tuition.

Yes, I had grown very accustomed to being teased and denied.

But back to that day… there we were. Stopped at a light. She slipped her seat belt off and crawled over into my lap, smirking, holding the sides of my neck with both hands and pushing her tongue in my mouth and before running it over to my ear. Lost in the moment I didn’t notice my foot had slipped off the brake pedal. Rolling into to intersection all I could remember was the sound of screeching and then violent, broken glass.

It was well over a month bedridden in the hospital before Jodie regained consciousness. When she finally opened her deep, heavy eyes I could tell, there was something different about her.

“Hhhn.. ahh, what happened?” she asked with a cracked and gravelly voice.

“Babe!” I took her hands in mine and watched her come back to life before me, my eyes glistening. “I’m so sorry! We had an accident. You were pretty banged up and have been in a coma.” I reached out and touched her cheek as I spoke.

Reaching up she touched my hand and then felt the side of her head. Her dark hair was shaved on one side from her last operation and she felt the short, new growth and traced a long thin scar near a part line. To be honest it gave her a punk rock kinda look that was very alluring.

“Oh… cool.” she mumbled smiling weakly. I broke out into a laugh, tearing up, glad to have her back.

“Go get me a drink doll!” she uncharacteristically commanded seemingly finding her strength again.

Over the next few hours, I filled her in on what had happened and how I was wracked with guilt. She was off to university in the fall and she was thrilled about making it into a special program on abnormal psychology. Now that it seemed like she was going to be okay physically, my worry shifted to how the accident might affect her first year.

I spent the next few weeks with her every day talking and visiting, and as luck would have it one of her older sister’s friends was a nurse on the floor and gave us the “friends with benefits” package. Longer visiting times late into the night, “alone time”, extra popsicles, and jello. She checked in on us a ton, and she and Jodie quickly became friends as well.

Our “alone time” started up almost immediately. Where before she’d rarely let me touch her down there, worrying about where it might lead, now Jodie took every opportunity to guide my face between her legs and work at pleasuring her with my tongue until she came and came and came again, flooding and soaking the bed.

I think her nurse friend had started to notice by the sly winks she’d throw my way. I wasn’t sure if it was the sopping sheets, Jodie’s afterglow, or the tent in my pants every time I’d walk by the nursing station while leaving for the day. Probably all of the above.

Jodie was becoming very aggressive. Almost sadistically so. She was insatiable but never made any attempt at touching or kissing me, seemingly getting off on tormenting me alone. I began to yearn and work harder to please her, keep her happy and satisfied, partly due to my guilt of the circumstance, but partly because… I dunno, it felt good? Did it feel right?

After a few weeks in the hospital, Jodie slipped into a funk, thinking about losing the upcoming year due to recovery. I happened to walk into her room amidst a conversation between her and her nurse, both hushing with a pregnant pause glancing up at me.

“Um hello?” I squeaked, a high catch in my voice. Both of them giggled.

“Hey stud” Jodie spoke with a little drip of sarcasm in her voice. “So Tara and I were talking… and we had a plan we wanted to share with you about my program in the fall.”

“Okay…” I answered hesitantly.

“Obviously and for understandable reasons you haven’t been focussed on your band or music lately so I think that opportunity has passed.”

My shoulders slumped a little as I flopped in the crappy hospital chair across the room. She was right. Up until the accident I was the lead for a band I had put together throughout high school. Our sound tended towards new indie rock, but with a little glam. Think Mother Mother or The Darkness yet with a little more oomph and freedom. We were working hard and doing well, and I could shred in my head voice/tilt all day long. Anyway… my heart was stuck in a hospital bed and our band fell apart.

“Yeah…” I queried suspiciously but with acceptance.

‘Listen,” Tara spoke up. “You’ve been through a lot too. Here.” She handed me three pills. “Take these, they’ll make you feel better. Let me look after Jodie tonight, and why don’t you just take some time to clear your head. You have both been under a ton of stress.” She filled a paper cup with some water from the sink and offered it to me. Glancing at Jodie I see her nod and with that, I sigh, relenting to the strange request, and toss the three pills back chasing them down with a drink.

“Okay, my little patient” Tara pulled me up out of my chair unceremoniously with the hidden strength of a hard-working nurse. She turned me towards the door and then pats my bum. I feel very awkward in the moment and look back at both Jodie who is smiling sweetly with a twinkle in her eyes, and then at Tara who is sporting a broad, knowing smirk. “Off you go, those will probably make you a little drowsy so be sure to go straight home for the evening.”

I barely made it home. My body feeling heavy and almost swollen, my mind dopey and all smushy, I fell asleep as soon as I hit my bed. That night I had lucid dreams of being between Jodie’s legs as she ground her plump sex against my lips, tongue, mouth, and face while Tara and she whispered and chatted about dirty, dirty things I couldn’t quite make out in my fog. It felt like I was underwater.

This became a bit of a routine over the rest of the week, and then into the next. I’d show up, and spend 20 or 30 mins with Jodie who seemed in great spirits again before Tara would show up, feed me a couple of pills, and then shoo me out of the room to leave them alone.

I felt blah. I felt bloated. I felt pouty I wasn’t able to please the love of my life. Strangely ideas on if this was what PMS was like popped into my head. My dreams on the other hand… every morning I was waking up a leaky mess with vague imagery of something going on between Jodie and Tara, fuzzy, but heavy on my mind.

Finally, I had enough. Gathering up some courage I went to the hospital to confront them on just what was hell was going on.

Walking in Jodie greeted me, “Hey Babe! You are lookin’ haawt!” she cat-called energetically. Catching me off guard I glanced in the mirror and then noticed a much softer, squishy version of myself. WTF!

I ran my hand over my cheek, my skin seemed softer. I traced it down to my hip and noticed I’d been putting on some weight. I turn to look at my bum in the mirror and gasped! OMG… I had an ass! Lifting my hand to my mouth I felt a tingle as my arm brushed against a nipple.

“Ah!! What… the hell Jodie!”

Jodie watched me intently with a smile as I explored my body a little. “Like what you see?”

My hair was already quite long but seemed to frame my face differently. Softer. I played with my hair and then noticed my lips seemed fuller… I bit my bottom lip and ran a finger along its edge.

“Um…” I stuttered, looking at myself as Tara arrived as if on cue.

“Hey cutie!” she almost sang. “So why don’t you sit down a sec, we have something to talk to you about.” I couldn’t turn my head from the mirror staring at myself, wondering how come I didn’t notice these changes. Watching myself turn and admire from different angles and expressions made me think of how much time did I spend making myself presentable on a regular… I needed to change that.

“Sit down.” Jodie commanded and I broke out of my daze and sat by her bed.

Tara spoke first. “So I know you were taking things roughly on yourself about causing the accident that led Jodie here. You gotta know that it was just an accident and even though you were ultimately responsible I hope you can find a way to forgive yourself. I have been sneaking you some meds to help with that, to help you be more receptive to things in your control and what is not.”

“I think there is a simple solution to help you get over your guilt about the accident and also help my other patient here. Jodie, to be honest, has been doing great but I don’t think she’s mentally ready to get back to her studies in the fall, at least that’s what the doctors are saying. But Jodie and I were thinking…”

“Babe,” Jodie interrupted trying to get to the point. “I need you to go take my classes for the first semester and bring the work here to be my tutor.” She spoke with an authority which surprised me.

“Um, okay…” I agreed instinctually.

Then she continued “You’ll need to pretend to be me so I get credit for the semester and the year isn’t a waste for me.” I glanced up at her and then to Tara and then back to her wondering if I was the only crazy one in the room.

Tara spoke up again “I mean you have the frame…” sliding forward on her wheelie stool, she lifted my arms over my head. “Long and lean, but..” she cupped my chest with both hands which immediately sent a tingle down through my core. “Developing nicely…” she moved my hair away from my face. “I mean you are a perfect canvas to work with.” Glancing at me up and down with a hungry appraising look in her eye. “With a little polish and attention and if we continue your meds you would totally be passable.”

“Wait you two are serious?!…” I squeaked again, trying to clear my throat back down to my regular register.

Laughing and looking at each other Jodie responded “Dead serious. I mean, how much do you love me? This would be a piece of cake for you. With all your drama, music, and arts background. I mean go look at yourself again.” I refused to look into the mirror, worried she might be right. Instead, I glared at Tara.

“Have you been…” I make eye contact with her and finish “have you been giving me something? I’ve felt different the past few weeks.” My meek expression betrayed what I already knew was true.

Tara nodded with a slight smile. “Well, listen, Jodie and I talked and we thought it would be best if you could make a real informed choice. This…” she flourished her hands up and down over me like a showcase model displaying some prize on the Price is Right “this… is all reversible! And I think you owe it to yourself and Jodie to at least try.”

“Here,” she hands me a pill bottle with a bunch of pills. “Go home and think about it and take all of these before bed if you are ready to commit to getting both of your lives back on track.” I look down at the bottle just as she closes my fingers around it.

Behind her Jodie looked at me, pleading “I need this. We need this.”

Quietly I turned, getting lost immediately in contemplation. I left the hospital and walk to the bus stop. I still couldn’t make myself get behind the wheel yet after the accident. Riding the bus home I took the long way round, just so I could think. I watched as people came and went. Couples sitting together, a girl on her phone laughing and flirting with someone on the other end. I watched her expressions for a while and then turn to look forward catching myself in the reflection of the bus window which was acting like a hazy mirror against the darkened evening.

Huh, I didn’t look much different than the girl on the phone… Shaking my head I notice I’m close to home. Stepping off the bus in the late summer evening I resign myself that I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try for Jodie. For her sake, and for mine I picked up the pace and quickly made it home, running upstairs and flopping on my bed. A moment later I quickly sat up, opened the bottle, and downed the pills in one go.

Laying back I stare up at my ceiling lost in thought, casually playing with my bottom lip with the fingers of one hand while tracing the edge of my collarbone with the other. Both my lips and skin felt far more sensitive than they ever had before. Softly a wave of dizzying pleasure flooded like a tide through my body as I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I woke up suddenly, startled, sitting up too fast and getting a head rush. Oof, I rub my groggy head. My balance feels off and my eyes half-closed I stumbled to the bathroom and plop down to steady myself while going pee.

Weird I think… normally my first piss of the day is a battle between morning wood and the physical implications of natural fluid dynamics and maintaining a clean bathroom while trying to go in that erect state.

Flushing I sit up and tuck my hair behind both ears, making my way to the sink. I feel a soft heaviness between both elbows, and glancing up into the mirror I finally notice…. fuck! I think I just went through puberty again, but this time as a girl! Pulling off my teeshirt I see two perky tits staring back at me. I mean they were small but… definitely, they had grown into tits!

Anxiously I slip on some sweats that feel looser in some places, but much tighter in others. Throwing my hair in a quick bun I jump outside and book it back to the hospital as fast as I can.

I was a little out of breath when I arrived at Jodie’s room. Tara was attending her and they both stared up at me in shock and then smiled in unison. Tara clucked her tongue and gave a low whistle before proclaiming excitedly “Game on girls!”

The next week was a blur… I’d arrive at the hospital in the morning, Jodie and Tara would play dress up with me, and whenever Tara had a bit of a break they’d have me work on my walk and mannerisms or play in character while she was there.

Watching them get more and more excited as I improved and continue to fill out more, became enjoyably rewarding. I started craving their attention and approval. I’m not sure if the meds Tara had me taking still had some suggestive influence but after a couple of weeks, I was getting into it, feeling very connected by the overall experience with Jodie.

It was two weeks before school was going to start when Jodie out of the blue, popped the question.

“So hon, you seem to have been enjoying yourself probably way too much during our time together getting you prepped for college.” I was laying on my belly with my ankles crossed up in the air, lazily tracing the insides of her thighs while between her legs.

“yeah..” I admitted a little embarrassed.

“So I was hoping you would wear a promise ring for me, to make sure, you know, you are spoken for and to keep you out of trouble.”

Bashfully I shrug and agree “Um, okay, sure. If you want me to.”

“Hmm, great!” Jodie smiled brightly and then nods to a drawer near her bed. “There’s a box in there would you fetch it?” Jumping up and move to open the drawer “Oh hon, lock the door too.”

I quickly do so and return to hop on her bed with the box in hand.

“Open it.”

I shake the box curiously as it seems unusually heavy. I open it and an intricate piece of metal almost like a small toy puzzle falls into my hand. “What is this?” I ask.

“Well, let me show you. First, drop your panties, missy!” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I sit up on my knees and pull them down, rubbing my naked belly and the tops of my curlies while watching her.

“I wanted something to clearly demonstrate that you are mine before you run off for pledge week and all. University is a dangerously promiscuous place and a simple ring didn’t seem quite enough.” Jodie suddenly takes my limp cock in her hand and tugs me aggressively closer to her.

“I’m hoping…” she quickly takes what seems to be a ring part of the toy and positions it behind my balls. It clasps together easily. What little hair I did have had become finer over the past month offered no impediment at all. “Perfect…” she murmurs to herself while positioning the other metal piece over my cock roughly stuffing me inside with the fingers of both hands, and before I can even think I hear the squeak of a lock and she pulls a key out of the side of the device. I look down and notice I can’t see a lock at all! Just my cock slowly swelling and filling up the cage completely.

“There!” Jodie leans back admiring her handiwork just as there is a knock at the door. “Oh, can you answer that?!” She coos proudly, pulling my panties back up.

Wondering just what the heck just happened, I slip on some jogging pants and go open the door. Oh great Tara, I think to myself with a blush.

“Hey, love birds!” Tara enters with a lunch tray in hand. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”