Chastity Pill Ch 09

The door clicks shut behind you as you collapse against it, sliding down until your ass hits the floor with a soft thud. Your heart pounds so hard the sports bra struggles to contain it.

What. The. FUCK. Just. Happened?

Devon got... Devon just got... Your mind can't even form the words. Your FRIEND just got RAILED AND INSEMINATED by a dude she met twenty minutes ago. And you heard EVERYTHING. The pleading, the degradation, the moment of... of...

You clutch your head in your hands. This is YOUR fault. You should have gone out there. You should have made a scene. Instead, you wasted precious minutes playing fucking dress-up while your best friend's fate was being sealed by some random contractor's nut.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Veronica: How's your morning, beautiful? Mine's INSANE. Three back-to-back meetings with Matsuhisa execs. They keep asking me detailed questions about market penetration in Florida.

Veronica: Send pics of the bathroom progress if you get a chance! Love you! 💋

The casualness of her texts makes you want to scream. You hit the call button, not trusting yourself to type coherently.

She picks up on the fourth ring, her voice hushed and rushed.

"Hey baby, can I call you back? I'm literally stepping into the boardroom right--"

"Devon had sex with one of the contractors," you blurt, voice breaking. "And she has this... this Breeder thing... J- Jake just came inside her. Like, just now."

There's a pause, and you hear muffled voices in the background.

"Wait, what?" Veronica's voice drops even lower. "Hold on, I need to--" More muffled sounds as she apparently steps away from others. "Alex, honey, slow down. What happened?"

"Devon--" your voice catches. "She was flirting with Jake this morning, and I went to change, and when I came back they were already..." You can't finish the sentence.

"Oh, wow," Veronica says, but she sounds more surprised than alarmed. "Is she okay?"

"Okay? No! She's not OKAY!" You're practically hyperventilating. "She could be PREGNANT now because I didn't stop it! And she was saying all this... stuff. Begging him to breed her and stuff. I don't- FUCK! I don't know what to do..."

"Baby, baby, listen," Veronica's voice turns soothing, but you can hear the distraction in it. "They're both adults. If Devon consented--"

"But it's like that thing she took... those Breeder effects... literally MAKING her want to get pregnant!" you hiss.

"I understand that's upsetting, but--" She breaks off as someone calls her name in the background. "Shit, I really have to go. This is the final presentation for the entire contract. Can we talk about this later? I promise we'll figure it out."

"But--"

"I love you," she says, her voice softening into that intimate register she reserves just for you. "Whatever's happening, you'll handle it. You're stronger than you think, even in that tiny body. Get her on birth control- that, what's that called-"

"Veronica, please--"

"I have to go, baby. Call me tonight, okay? Love you."

The line goes dead.

You stare at your phone. Then you throw it across the room where it bounces harmlessly off a pillow. Not even satisfying enough to break something.

Outside, you hear the men resuming work, drills and hammers creating a wonderful soundtrack to your misery.

You curl up on your bed, grabbing your laptop. If Veronica won't help, you'll have to figure this out yourself. You type "breeder pill birth control" into the search bar with trembling fingers.

The results load quickly. The top link: "Emergency Contraception for X-Change Breeder Variants: The NanoShield Option."

You click through, scanning the information with growing desperation:

*"Traditional methods of birth control are ineffective against the Breeder variant due to the pill's immune suppression of chemical contraceptives. However, NanoShield technology offers a potential solution. These microscopic robots target and neutralize sperm cells directly, providing approximately 73% efficacy if administered within 12 hours of insemination. Available only at licensed X-Change pharmacies..."*

You check the time. Devon was... finished with... about forty minutes ago. That gives you plenty of time to get her to a pharmacy.

A soft knock on your door makes you jump.

"Hey," Devon's voice calls through the wood. "Can I come in?"

You take a deep breath. "Yeah."

The door swings open, and your stomach does a flip. Devon stands there, but not the Devon from last night. This Devon is... glowing. Her hair has been brushed to a glossy sheen, and she's changed into a flouncy pink skirt and frilly white top that looks like it came straight from a Japanese schoolgirl catalog.

But it's her face that stops you cold. She's smiling--no, BEAMING--with an expression of such pure, uncomplicated joy that it's almost painful to look at. Her eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen from...

"Hi," she says, still grinning like she's discovered the meaning of life.

"Hi," you respond flatly.

Devon bounces into your room--literally bounces, with a little skip-step that makes her skirt flutter--and perches on the edge of your bed. There's something different about her movements, a new fluidity that wasn't there before. It's like her body has become more... integrated. Like she's figured out how to inhabit it properly.

Eyes

"So," she says, failing spectacularly at sounding casual.

"So," you echo, not helping her out at all.

She bursts into giggles--actual fucking GIGGLES--and falls backward onto your bed, arms spread wide like she's making a snow angel.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, ALEX!" she squeals, staring at your ceiling with wonder. "I just--that was--I can't even--FUCK!"

Your eyes narrow at her enthusiasm, but something catches your attention. A thin, pearly white trickle running down her inner thigh, escaping the confines of her cute little skirt.

"You're, uh, leaking," you point out.

Devon glances down, then laughs--a high, musical sound nothing like her former bray. "Oops!" She swipes a finger through the viscous fluid, examining it with fascination rather than disgust. "Guess Jake really did pack a load!"

"Jesus Christ, Devon," you mutter, covering your face with your hands.

"What?" she asks, sounding genuinely confused by your reaction. "Why are you being so weird about this?"

"Why am I--?!" You sputter, dropping your hands to stare at her. "Devon, you just had unprotected sex with a COMPLETE STRANGER twenty minutes after meeting him!"

"Yeah, and it was fucking AMAZING!" Devon bounces upright, practically vibrating with excitement. "Alex, I had no idea--NO IDEA--it could feel like that!"

"That's the Breeder thing talking," you say firmly.

"Maybe," Devon shrugs, still grinning. "But I. Don't. Care. It felt fucking incredible either way."

"Devon, there's a good chance you're PREGNANT right now!" You try to inject some reality into the situation. "As in, growing-a-human-inside-you pregnant! For NINE MONTHS!"

This should be the moment she snaps out of it, realizes the gravity of the situation. She cocks her head thoughtfully, lips pursing in consideration.

"Yeah, that would be kind of wild," she says. "Like an extended gaming marathon with a surprise trophy at the end."

You gape. "Are you HEARING yourself right now?"

"I know, I know," Devon waves dismissively. "It sounds crazy. But Alex, you don't understand what it FELT like when he came inside me." Her voice drops to an awed whisper. "It was like... SPLURT! Then, like every cell in my body just lit up at once. Like my brain literally melted and reformed around this one PERFECT sensation."

She catches her lower lip between her teeth, eyes going unfocused. "I've jerked off THOUSANDS of times as a guy, and nothing--NOTHING--has ever come close to that feeling. It was like... discovering CUMMING for the first time, but multiplied by a MILLION."

You watch her face as she describes it, trying to process that this is Devon--your CoD buddy, your wing-man, the guy who once drank beer through his nose on a dare--speaking so rapturously about getting creampied.

"Devon, I found something called NanoShield," you say, trying a different approach. "It's birth control that works for Breeder pills. We need to get you to an X-Change pharmacy ASAP."

Devon's expression shifts, her smile faltering for the first time. "Why?"

"Why? To prevent pregnancy!"

"But what if I don't want to prevent it?" Devon asks, and there's a stubborn set to her jaw that you recognize from countless gaming arguments.

"The REAL you wouldn't want to be pregnant," you insist. "The Devon I know--my FRIEND Devon--would not want to carry a stranger's baby for nine months. This is the Breeder hormones messing with your brain."

"But I AM the real me," Devon counters, folding her arms across her chest. "We're ALWAYS controlled by our hormones, Alex. Alice? Our WHOLE LIVES. EVERY HUMAN BEING IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD IS JUST A SACK OF CHEMICALS MAKING DECISIONS. But nobody ever put a pill in me to make me want to game for sixteen hours straight. Nobody ever made me rage quit when I was about to get sniped. So who THE FUCK ARE YOU to tell ME which of my desires are REAL and which ones aren't?"

You blink, taken aback.

"That's..."

"Besides," Devon continues, pacing now, "I've spent my ENTIRE life objectifying women! Gaming, jerking off, Twitch streams, spamming comments on fucking Instagram. All I've ever done is think with my dick--and now suddenly I'm on the other side, and I'm supposed to be all rational and responsible? Fuck that! That's some double standard bullshit!"

She stops, turning to face you with flushed cheeks.

"And you know what? It felt SO. FUCKING. GOOD. Better than ANYTHING I've ever experienced. So why shouldn't I get to enjoy it?" Her voice cracks slightly. "Why shouldn't I get to feel wanted like that?"

The naked vulnerability in that last question catches you off guard. Despite the ludicrous circumstance--despite the cum literally drying on her thighs--you suddenly see the real Devon beneath the hormonal haze. Your friend, who spent most of his adult life behind screens, experiencing virtual thrills, suddenly thrust into a body that delivers sensations he never imagined possible.

"I just..." you begin, softening your tone. "I'm worried about you, okay? Getting pregnant is a long-term consequence for a temporary feeling."

Devon's eyes narrow. "You had plenty of time to find out about birth control YESTERDAY, when I told you about this Breeder thing. But you were too busy with your vibrator and your Facetime-making-fun-of-me with Veronica to actually help me."

Your mouth falls open. "That's not fair!"

"Is it not? And where were you this morning, when you left me alone with those guys?" Devon's hands land on her hips. "Face it, you've been a shitty friend through this whole thing."

That stings a bit. Kinda true...

"Look," you say after a long pause. "I'm sorry. But can we please, PLEASE go get that birth control? Just in case? It's effective if we go soon."

Devon stares at you, considering, then a sly smile spreads across her face.

"I'll make you a deal."

"What kind of deal?" you ask warily.

"I'll go get the NanoShield thing..." she says, dragging out the words, "...IF you agree to stop being such a stick-in-the-mud about this whole situation."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

"Meaning we go OUT tonight," Devon says, excitement creeping back into her voice. "We're hot girls now, Alex! Let's actually DO something with it instead of hiding in this apartment freaking out!"

"Go out?" you repeat, appalled. "Like, to a club or something?"

"Yeah!" Devon nods eagerly. "A club tonight, or we could hit the beach tomorrow! Or the hot springs! Those indoor baths near Palmetto Street."

You squint, feeling like you're talking to a stranger wearing your friend's face. "The beach? You hate the beach. Last summer you said, and I quote, 'I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.'"

Devon waves dismissively. "That was before I had these cute legs to show off. And that was Anakin." She lifts the hem of her skirt slightly, admiring her own thighs. "Besides, don't you want to see how your pale goth bod looks in a bikini?"

"Not particularly," you mutter.

Devon flops back onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. "Look, here's the deal: I'm NOT going on birth control AT ALL unless you stop making me feel like shit for having fun."

"I'm not trying to make you feel like shit! I'm trying to prevent you from making a life-altering mistake!"

"Well maybe I WANT to make a life-altering mistake!" Devon sits up, eyes flashing. "Maybe I want to experience SOMETHING in this body besides hiding in your apartment playing Elden Ring!"

Your jaw drops. "Yesterday, all you wanted was to play Elden Ring!"

"That was before I knew what I was missing!" Devon's voice rises with genuine frustration. "Do you know what it FEELS like to suddenly have people look at you? To have someone want you so badly they can barely control themselves?"

"I've had people want me before," you defend weakly.

"Not like this," Devon says, her tone softening. "This is... primordial. It's like... you know how in nature documentaries, there's always footage of some male animal absolutely losing his mind trying to impress a female? That's what it feels like to BE that female. Like you have this... power."

She gets up and starts pacing again, her movements frenetic, charged with a restless energy.

"Look, I know it's the Breeder thing making me extra horny or whatever," she admits. "But there's something bigger happening too. It's like... an awakening. And if I'm only going to be a girl for two weeks, I want to FEEL it. I want to experience it all!"

She stops suddenly, turning to face you with narrowed eyes.

"And YOU would feel it too, if you weren't so scared of upsetting your overlord."

"My what?"

"Veronica," Devon says flatly. "Your controller. Your puppetmaster."

"She's my girlfriend," you correct, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

"She turned you into a fucking SEX DOLL because she doesn't trust you!" Devon throws her hands up. "And you just took it!"

"That's not--"

"Guess what?" Devon is on a roll now. "If she hadn't transformed you, I wouldn't have transformed either! None of this would be happening! But instead of being pissed, you're just sitting here like a good little girl, following all her rules. Some GOTH you are!"

Devon steps closer, jabbing a finger at your chest. "I saw the clothes she left you. That's not a 'just in case' wardrobe--it's a fucking costume closet. She's PLAYING with you. And you're letting her because what? The sex is good? Because she's hot?"

Your cheeks burn.

"You don't understand our relationship," you say quietly.

"I understand she snapped her fingers and turned you into THIS," Devon gestures at your body, "and your response was 'yes ma'am, whatever you say ma'am.'"

You stand up. "I did it because I LOVE HER, Devon! Something you wouldn't understand since your longest relationship was with that body pillow you ordered from Japan!"

Devon steps back, looking stung.

"Fine. You're so devoted to Veronica that you won't even go out and have a little innocent fun? Great. Then I'm not getting the birth control. Guess that settles that." She turns toward the door.

"Wait!" You reach for her arm. "That doesn't make any sense. You're punishing yourself to get back at me?"

Devon's expression shifts, something vulnerable flickering beneath the bravado. "I just... I want my squad with me, you know? We've always stuck together."

The simple statement cuts through your anger. Behind the hormonal haze and the strange new body, this is still Devon--your friend who's scared and overwhelmed.

"Why do you want me there?" you ask softly. "Seriously. You could go out yourself if I'm such a blocker to your fun. We were supposed to be gaming all week."

Devon sits back on the bed, some of the manic energy draining from her posture. "Because I don't actually know what I'm doing," she admits in a small voice. "I mean, my body is screaming at me to... to find someone to..." she gestures vaguely downward, "...you know. But my brain is totally freaking out. I've never even BEEN to a club before, not a real one, anyway."

She picks at the hem of her skirt, not meeting your eyes. "And between you and me, you're the rational one. You always have been. I need you there to... I don't know, keep me from doing something super stupid? Again?"

The admission hangs in the air between you.

"Besides," she adds with forced lightness, "wouldn't you rather be WITH me making semi-bad decisions than worrying about me making TERRIBLE decisions alone?"

You sigh, recognizing the twisted but effective logic. "So let me get this straight. You'll get the birth control IF I agree to go out with you. Either clubbing tonight or the beach tomorrow? Or that HOT SPRINGS? WHY THE HOT SPRINGS?"

"Just think it sounds cool, that's all. I read about it online. And I've NEVER BEEN." Hands up, a 'who me?' Devon gestures. "We just have to... live a little while we have these bodies. Please?"

The puppy dog eyes she gives you are comically effective on her new face.

"No... sex clubs or anything like that," you stipulate carefully.

"No sex clubs," Devon agrees quickly. "Just normal places. Dancing. Beach. Hot springs. Regular girl stuff."

"And you SWEAR you'll get the birth control today? Like, right now?"

"Cross my heart," Devon says, actually making the childish gesture across her chest. "And hope to die, stick an Xbox controller in my eye. All that."

"Fine," you concede. "I'll go to ONE of these places with you. But we're getting the birth control FIRST."

"Yes!" Devon pumps her tiny fist triumphantly. "Deal!"

"I haven't decided WHICH place yet," you clarify, already regretting this arrangement. "And I reserve the right to veto anything that seems... excessive."

"Whatever you say, Mom," Devon rolls her eyes, but she's practically vibrating with excitement. "So, what, can we go now? To the pharmacy?"

You check the time--it's been about an hour since Devon's... encounter. The information said the NanoShield works best if administered within 12 hours, so you have time, but still.

"Yeah, let's go now."

Devon bounces to her feet, smoothing down her skirt with an oddly practiced gesture that makes you wonder how many YouTube tutorials she's already secretly watched.

You head out to the living room where Marco is supervising Luis and Jake as they haul debris into large bags. Jake looks up immediately when Devon enters, his eyes lighting up.

"Hey there," he says, straightening his back in that universal male display of trying to appear larger. "Feeling good?"

Devon actually GIGGLES, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Very good, thanks to you."

You want to disappear into the floor.

"We're heading out for a bit," you announce to Marco, trying to sound authoritative despite your high voice. "Will you guys be okay to continue working while we're gone?"

Marco glances between Devon and Jake, clearly reading the subtext of the situation, and nods. "No problem. We've got the demolition phase almost complete. We'll clean up and prep for the plumbing work tomorrow."

"Great," you say, grabbing your keys from the hook by the door. "We shouldn't be too long."

"Take your time," Jake says, his eyes never leaving Devon. "We'll be here till about five."

Devon gives him a little wave, complete with wiggling fingers. "Maybe see you later?"

"Count on it," Jake replies with a grin that makes your stomach turn.

Luis and Marco exchange a knowing look, and you hear them chuckling as you practically drag Devon toward the door.