The first boy, Carter, grabbed Jenny’s chin and looked her face over. Jenny smiled obliviously, going along with the boy apparently appraising her head.
“Dude! Hyper chick here’s a dead ringer for the cheer captain,” a second boy, Jonah, pointed out, “I think she might actually be Jennifer Smith!”
“Bawk! I’m Jenny!” the birdbrain clucked, “Jiggly Jenny the bouncy wiggly chicken girl! Buck-KAWW! My bouncy bouncy booty butt butt’s my juicy, meaty pride and joy! Bawk bawk bawk! Go on and rub it a bunch! Rub it! Grope it! Manhandle it! You can even fuck it! Bu-kaww! My butty butt butt brings good luck!”
“That so?” a third boy, Paul, smirked while adjusting his glasses, “I’m keen to test that claim if you’re DTF.”
“Not sure what ‘dee-tee-eff’ means,” Jenny replied, “but as long as my butt gets fucked I’m keen keen keen! Buck buck bu-KAWW!”
With that proclamation, the boys led the humongous heinie’d cheerleader into the bathrooms for a series of quickies. Her bulbous behind got caught in the door of course, but with a few shoves on her refrigerator-sized cheeks they managed to fit all of her inside.
“I’m betting with a body like that,” Carter opened, “you must have been hit with that transformation game or whatever.”
“Seems to be the only logical explanation,” Paul nodded, “which means she should be able to pass it along if she hasn’t already.”
“Aww, save it,” Jonah grinned, pulling down his pants, “I just wanna fuck this bitch’s ass already!” He pushed his way in between Jenny’s titanic tush cheeks, spreading them as far apart as he could. He bit into her stretched out and ruined panties, snapping them off of her bloated behind in an instant and exposing her puckered donut.
“Buck Buck, thank you!” Jenny giggled, “Those were cutting into my dark meat a bit too much! Buck buck! This is much better! Buck-kaww!”
Jonah started by gingerly licking the chicken girl’s anus, the sensation of his tongue and the chilly saliva stimulating her. She could feel the slit in between her meaty thighs beginning to moisten and drool. She flapped her elbows trying to reach, but to her fluster she couldn’t reach her pussy, and she couldn’t figure out why.
“Damn, Jenny!” Carter chuckled, “Aight, I’ll make sure your baby maker gets some attention.” He knelt down and started licking her moist clam. Jenny clucked and moaned into the sensations, her knees becoming weak with the stimulation.
“Can’t leave your breasts out of the equation, can we?” Paul said, tugging the girl’s shirt up and exposing her wobbling watermelons, “I always did prefer white meat anyway, and these are just lovely.” He smushed his hard-on in between her enormous boobs and started stroking vigorously.
Then, having thoroughly moistened her asshole, Jonah stuck his own cock inside and started thrusting. Every thrust made the chicken girl squawk and squeal. Every cell in her body was tingling with electricity from her three way stimulation, only amplifying to lightning in her blood when Carter started fucking her pussy. She had three cute boys fondling and manhandling her gigantic jiggly chicken meat! She felt like the happiest birdbrain to ever live! She could feel her brain cracking to pieces and the feathers inside becoming damp and matted with sexual juices. Her eyes rolled back as tears streamed down her smiling face.
It was several minutes later when she finally came, an earth-shattering scream erupting from her beak. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, dribbling cum from both her asshole and her pussy. Her breasts were coated in the white stuff too, the spunk reminding her of glaze.
“I just fucked the head cheerleader!” Carter gasped.
“We just fucked the head cheerleader,” Jonah panted.
“Is this the best day of our lives?” Paul asked.
“You made my day, buck baaaawwww,” Jenny moaned happily.
The boys grabbed some moistened paper towels and started cleaning their goo off of Jenny’s body. She appreciated the help as it meant more of her humongous hams getting rubbed and massaged. They led her out of the bathroom once she was all clean, and exchanged numbers with her (they had to tell her to use her hands with her phone, to which she complied). With that, the chicken girl waddled back to the food court with them, with a promise of lunch for the trouble.