Jennifer moaned softly, putting a hand up to the side of her face as she awoke, slowly sitting up. She realized suddenly that something wet and sticky was coating her face, and she pulled her hand back away in a wiping motion, looking down at it.
Semen. Her face was covered with it. She realized now that she was lying naked on the bathroom floor. Edward was beside her, also naked, asleep, snoring loudly.
Oh for goodness sake, she thought. She got to her feet, groaning, feeling sore all over and flung a towel over her passed out husband, covering his flaccid, soiled manhood.
Looking down at him, she felt a mixture of emotions: pity and annoyance, but mostly affection. As she felt his seed dripping out from between her legs, she felt the annoyance rise somewhat. And then she realized with something of a shock and real genuine resentment that she also had his ejaculation leaking from her anus.
Disgusting. Anal sex. Jenna, that whore, there was nothing she wouldn't do. But then again, of course there wasn't. She was Jennifer's pure id unleashed. She only hoped Edward wasn't enjoying it
too
much, though from the look of him knocked out on the floor, that didn't seem likely.
What were they going to do? Jennifer felt a bit forlorn, trying to think of some possible way out of their situation. The simulations to develop a counter compound were going nowhere. This kind of thing could possibly take years to develop. And Jennifer was nowhere near her usual productive self, transforming into that horny slut more and more frequently, for longer and longer periods of time.
In fact, Jennifer could barely remember the last time she had been herself. How long had it been exactly?
Leaving Edward to rest on their bathroom floor, she went to the guest bathroom, turning on the shower, pausing to look at herself in the reflection. My God, she thought. Even as herself, she looked like a pornstar at the end of a long, nasty shoot. Her brown hair was dishevelled, eyeliner smeared (when had she even put that on?), and then there was the semen, everywhere - dried and crusty in her hair, as well as coating pretty much all over her body, splashes of it on her face, drying on her lips and chin, her chest and stomach. It was still oozing out of the front and rear between her legs, running down her thighs, dripping on the tile floor.
Looks like Edward and Jenna had a real party, she thought to herself with a trace of uncharacteristic bitterness. For a moment, a vision rose unbidden in her mind, how Jenna would look, her toned, fit, sweating body covered in cum, mouth hanging open, tongue out, panting.
Jennifer felt her nipples tighten, and even as she gazed in the mirror, she saw blonde highlights starting to ripple out from the roots of her hair, and she bit her lip painfully.
No.
She couldn't let Jenna out again, take over again. She had to focus, concentrate, hold on and not lose herself completely to the animal lust...
It actually seemed to work. The highlights did not fade, but neither did they continue to expand, and Jennifer felt mostly clear headed. She took a shower then, washing away all evidence of her latest unremembered bout of debauchery, cognizant of not stimulating herself and accidentally triggering another episode.
Then, stepping out of the stall, she towelled off, inspecting herself for any additional changes. She looked and felt mostly herself. Her blonde streaked hair, washed and clean, shone brightly, but it was still primarily the rich, auburn brown. And while perhaps her tummy seemed smaller, and her bust maybe slightly larger, her body was nowhere near that of the hyperfit, overly ripe, disproportionately large chested Jenna.
Jennifer, relieved but still tense and vigilant, got dressed and went down to her office lab, determined to make progress today.
She opened up her files, looking at the latest blood draw results, her forehead creasing in concern. This didn't seem right. She looked at the date and realized that it was three days old. Why hadn't she picked up on this anomaly sooner? She looked for subsequent blood draws and found nothing in her files. Of course well... She hadn't been very focused on her work, had she?
Then Jennifer pulled up the second most recent file, and looked over the results, which still confirmed the same.
What did this mean?
She pulled up a time series chart of all of her results, extremely troubled by this latest development. The I-New and Enhancin compounds were diminishing in her bloodstream, twin lines following a concave curve that was nearly horizontal at the bottom. The latest draw from days ago showed practically undetectable levels.
