Jennifer awoke slowly, blearily. It was dark, and she groggily looked at the nightstand clock to see it was just after 2 AM. Edward was deeply asleep beside her, shirtless. And then she looked under the covers to confirm what she suspected -- he was pantless too, totally naked.
She slid out of the bed, unsteadily standing on her feet, suddenly realizing she was completely nude as well. She wobbled to the bathroom to get her robe, blinding herself for a few moments by switching the light on. Holding a hand over her eyes to shield the herself from the brightness, she reached for her robe before nearly toppling over, grabbing the sink countertop to catch herself.
She paused, dizzy, collecting herself, as she glimpsed herself in the vanity mirror's reflection. What the hell, she thought.
Her brown hair was disheveled, tangled, with faint blonde streaks running through them. She was slimmer than she typically was. Had she retained some traces of the drug's effects? Or had she possibly lost the weight? Just how long had she been "gone"? She really couldn't recall and knew only that it... felt... like a long time.
As her head gradually stopped spinning, she realized that there was a wetness between her legs, and Jennifer saw that she was actually literally dripping from her crotch. She grabbed a tissue from the countertop and wiped herself, looking at the thick, milky fluid.
Semen.
So much of it. Way more than simply from a single emission.
Jenna, she thought. She managed to get it out of Edward again...
She didn't blame him at all, though she knew how guilty he felt about it. But really, how could any man be expected to resist that walking wet dream?
She reached down between her legs, feeling all of the semen oozing out of her slit in thick rivulets. Edward must have busted his load inside of her at least a dozen times.
He couldn't resist, Jennifer thought. A fantasy come to life, a perfect, fit, slutty blonde whore, begging for his cock.
She slipped two fingers inside of herself, moaning, as she felt her sagging belly pouch recede, tighten.
He had no chance at all, against that uninhibited nympho, wet, ready, willing to do anything, interested only in carnal pleasure.
Jennifer straightened up, transfixed by her reflection as the streaks in her hair grew more vibrant, then expanded, going platinum blonde.
Who wouldn't want that anyway, she thought, tossing her golden mane, admiring it as her lips filled out, soft, full, luscious, made for sucking cock.
A private fucktoy to do anything he wanted with, use any way he pleased.
Her back arched of its own accord, and she moaned softly as her outthrust tits grew, round, rising, heavyset, enormous.
Jenna walked out of the bathroom, swaying her perfect ass.
***
"Nnnngh! Ngggggh! Nggggh!" Edward grunted, ejaculating wildly, his hands on Jenna's tiny waist as he fucked her from behind standing up next to the bed, pounding her atop the plush mattress on all fours.
