Unable to think of anything else but the hard throbbing cock she needed inside her, Rico stumbled blindly down the street. This time of day, in this sort of neighborhood, her options were limited, but she soon stumbled across an older man, resting off a hangover in his open garage, lounging in an armchair. Without a word she approached him, stumbling out of her shorts and ripping down his pants before straddling him and grinding against him until his cock sprang to life to be properly ridden. As the man began to rouse from his sleep and panic she leaned down, running her fingers through his hair and shoving her tongue into his mouth. After a few moments struggling, he recovered from the initial shock and rolled with the situation, pulling her tight against him and running one hand up her shirt to fondle her breasts as she road him to climax.
Once he came, she continued to grind, her compulsion still not satisfied. Once it became clear however that he was well and truly spent, she rose to her feet, barely remembering to put her shorts back on as she staggered towards the old Harley the man had been restoring, and drove off, her higher reasoning still completely overridden by a compulsion to become pregnant with absolute certainty. Arriving in a decidedly seedier part of town, she spied a homeless man relieving himself in an alley, barely giving him time to finish before spinning him around and pinning him to the wall riding his cock until he could no longer stand.
Finishing that encounter, she moved on once more, for a bout of rough animalistic sex with a busboy cleaning tables at a rundown dive, his supervisor, a courier stopping in for lunch. Eventually her reputation spread, with desperately horny men lining up to take her behind a dumpster, over and over, one after another.
Eventually, the fertilized egg that had once been Jeff began to gestate, and the fog began to clear from Rico's mind well enough to think beyond an endless stream of cocks. What had happened? How had she been turned into this sex-crazed woman? Could she turn back? Did she want to? How many days had it been since she'd eaten, or slept? Once the man currently atop her had climaxed and staggered off, she found her clothes and her footing pondering what to do now.