Something was wrong. Not just a little wrong, like she had a broken nail. Not "wrong but really good" like the changes that had overtaken her so deeply that she could barely remember what life a month ago had been like. No, something was wrong with her, and Ashley didn't understand why.
She'd woken up alone, which was strange. Today was Tuesday and Jimmy's day off. That meant he should've been in bed beside her, maybe fucking her awake. But there was no Jimmy. And there was no Dale, either, who had practically taken up residence in her house over the past week. No demands to satisfy his perverse desires or even to clean while he tried shoving different objects inside her to see how long she could stand it before she begged for his cock. Even Jerry, whose lust had finally overcome his fear of cheating on his wife, stopped by most mornings for a pre-work blowjob.
But no one was in the house but her.
The sheets she laid on were stiff with bodily fluids and sweat, and dear God they stank. Not surprising, considering the last few nights had been one constant train. The men were machines, never getting soft or running out of cum, all of which they put in her pussy. That had been a little weird since they usually painted her with jizz. And while she wasn't sore, that smell was definitely starting to get to her. She tried taking little breaths through her mouth, but that just meant she felt that sweaty, crusty stink on her tongue and why was it so hot and -
Ashley bolted to the bathroom, making it to the toilet in the nick of time. Everything in her stomach came up in a painful burning rush. The nausea rolled over and over, making her sweat and cry. When she wasn't puking, she laid against the cool of the linoleum floor, shivering. Eventually the sick feeling eased up, and she crawled up the tub to get to her feet. After wavering for a second, she shuffled to the sink to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth. A quick glance in the mirror showed her hair was a hot mess, but otherwise she looked as fresh and perky as ever. Maybe it was the food poisoning making comeback?
Although she knew she needed to change out her sheets—and maybe burn them rather than throwing them into her old machine—Ashley made her way to the kitchen. She thought she ought to be hungry since all she did these days when she didn't have a cock stuffed in her somewhere was eat, but everything in the fridge threatened to set her stomach off again. She managed to sip down a half a bottle of water someone had left in there as she sat down, wishing she had some coffee from Landry's.
Her mind drifted a little thinking about Sam, how pretty his blue eyes were and manly his hands looked. She wondered what they would feel like playing with her nipples, or pulling her in for a kiss before shoving her down to her knees to lick his cock. She imagined a cock like Dale's but attached to a man who was so much more attractive...
Her fingers trailed down between her legs as she allowed that little fantasy to play out in her mind. In no time she was panting and working her clit furiously. She tried playing with her tits like she usually did, but they were super sore this morning—Jerry had probably gotten overly excited with them again—so she used that hand to tug on her hair as she masturbated in the kitchen chair.
Soon the wanted climax rolled through her, spreading that glorious light cloud up her body. But instead of wrapping her mind in a soft fluffy blanket it usually did, it parted a curtain she'd been unaware of. She saw herself encased in some sort of gelatinous slime, writhing in ecstasy as a man gave her instructions on immodesty and sluttiness and being a vehicle for men's pleasure. She saw the changes that happened to her, some subtle, others obvious, but all at the direction of a man with no face.
Except now, as she concentrated, his features began to form where that blankness had been. His voice became recognizable as Ashley realized she knew him. Not just knew who he was, but knew him. It was like a dash of cold water across her, snapping her back to the kitchen. Her hands, slick with her juices, were pressed against her face in shock. How had she never remembered those things happening? Or known it was him?? It made her want to run screaming out of town, but it also made her want to run screaming to him so he could fuck her senseless.
Ashley rubbed her eyes and was surprised to find herself in the bedroom getting dressed. The skimpy black tank top she pulled on was fully opaque, though like all of her shirts it barely covered her ample boobs. At least the pressure from the shirt's tightness helped ease some of the ache there. Of course, moving at all brushed her nipples against the fabric and made them erect and create a throb in her pussy. She yanked on a plaid skirt that managed to come down past her ass to almost mid-thigh, which would just have to do.
When she was done, her hair piled into a messy bun, she grabbed her keys and slid into the car. "Oh no," she moaned as the lingering smell from yesterday's run to grab burgers assailed her nose. She stumbled out of the vehicle and threw up the water she had drunk into the bushes between her driveway and Dale's. There was no way she could drive this thing, not with that smell still inside it. She would have to walk.
For the first time since Easter, Ashley was aware of how everyone stared at her as she walked down the sidewalks of town. If there were two or three people together, they inevitably started talking to each other while their eyes followed her. Conflicting feelings of shame and pride battled each other, and both made her ridiculously horny. By the time she got to her destination, the tops of her thighs were glistening with her arousal.
The morning rush at Landry's was over, although a few customers lingered at the counter, chatting with Sam and the college kid working the counter right then. Seeing other people made Ashley hesitate, but when her eyes met Sam's, he excused himself and walked around to greet her. "Good morning, Miss Ashley."
Now that she was in front of him, Ashley's mouth dried up. All words left her mind as she stared blankly up into his stunningly blue eyes. He took her expression in for a second before the corner of his mouth ticked up. "Ahh," he murmured. "Why don't we go talk in my office? Candy can hold down the front for now." He turned and Ashley tagged along behind, confused. She thought she would feel something as he led her to the back room, which included an old fashioned wooden desk, a couple of chairs and some filing cabinets. But in this moment, she didn't feel horny, or excited, or furious, or ashamed. It was like all of her feelings were locked away as the man who had fundamentally changed everything about her sat down behind the desk. "Sit, Ashley," he commanded, indicating the chair across from him, and her wooden legs complied. "So, here we are."
"Yes, here we are," she parroted, unable to think of what to say. Her breathing came in short, shallow pants, as a mouse might have while trying not to alert an owl to its presence.
"You being here means you completed all my requirements, Ashley. Have you figured out what the last one is yet?" She shook her head. "You're pregnant."
Horror rippled through her. Pregnant?!? "Oh, oh no," she whispered as her hands cupped over her nose and mouth. But she had been fucking four different men, letting them cum inside her without any sort of protection. How had she not expected this to happen? Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared at him in horror. "W-wh-wh-why would you want that?"
Sam laughed, and despite herself, Ashley shivered in pleasure. "Oh, it's not for me, I assure you. No, that baby was the price for getting rid of my little creature."
"I thought you said you didn't know what it was," she snapped, hysteria rising inside her chest. Pregnant! Holy shit, she was fucked.
