Jennifer slowly placed the phone back on it's cradle, trying hard to keep her hands from shaking.
There was a part of her that hoped that Ken... Keith... Kyle? Whatever. There was a part of the girl that hoped that the boy on the other end of the line had just been messing with her. That he was just trying to scare her, make her think that he had actually...
He wouldn't though... right? No one was stupid enough to actually do that. Stupid enough to do the old ritual that you could find written in the margins of old school books, or scrawled across stalls in the seeder of stores in town.
A shudder ran through the girl, starting at the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes, slowly rippling through the girl.
No.
No. No please no. Jennifer was terrified. So scared that she couldn't move a muscle. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. She shuddered again, stronger and faster.
"Nonononononono." The girl pleaded, even as she collapsed, gasping for breath. She wasn't just shuddering anymore. It had grown beyond that, with every inch of her skin itching. Itching so much, itching so hard. She wanted nothing more than to scratch and scratch and scratchscratchscratchscrath.
Jennifer rolled over, her hands scratching at the air for a moment as her mind slammed to a stop from the overwhelming sensations.
Then... Nothing. The itching and the scratching were completely gone. Slowly trying to stumble back to her feet, Jennifer felt like crying.
There was no denying it anymore, no matter how much Jennifer wished that she could. Kyle, or Ken, or Keith, or whatever his name had been.
He was an idiot. The biggest and stupidest and worst idiot in all the town. He had done it. He had gone and done the ritual, he had woken the grave. Taken the power that she held. He had used it. Used it on her.
The girl shuddered again, but it felt different this time. For a moment the girl was still, before her face went pale as she remembered the second half of the curse that she had been given. Fingers scrabbled at her shirt, even as she felt a pressure building up on her chest.
As the pressure built, so to did she feel hotter and hotter, and by the time that she had tossed her shirt off overhead she was already panting, face red with need. Struggling to free herself from her bra, Jennifer gasped as she felt the pressure suddenly went sharp, like someone was pinching her nipples.
"No... please." She whispered, hoping against hope that the feeling she's feeling isn't what she thinks it is. With a hiss of frustration, she gave up trying to remove her bra, instead just ripping it free, as the almost painful pinching changed, turning deeply pleasurable. With a soft moan, she grit her teeth, because she couldn't let herself get distracted by the feelings that she was growing within her.
Even as she tried to keep her focus, she could feel a similar, but distinctly different pressure building in her rear. The girl quickly scowled, as she started to shimmy out of her pants, and the heat was continuing to build. That wasn't the only pressure that was starting to build however... "No.." The girl whispered, a hand cradling her tingling jaw, realizing what that feeling meant for her.
The girl licked her lips, already starting to taste a very familiar flavor on her tongue, and twitching her nose almost made the girl drop to her knees. Holy fuck... just moving her nose was like pinching her clit. It was an insane amount of sensation. The girl quickly looked over herself one last time, before removing her last sock. She shivered a little, realizing that she was actually pretty cold. Her house wasn't really cold, but standing around naked was making her a little more sensitive than she normally was.
Walking through the house for a moment, the girl started to realize that she had a really bad crick in her neck, right at the back of her...
Taking a hand, she slowly ran it through her blonde hair, touching an increasingly familiar cleft of flesh and wetness at the base of her skull.
There were still two more pussies that were supposed to form, and once that happened, the girl still needed to figure out what she planned to do for the day. Technically she still had school, yes, but she could easily enough go for a sick day...