Suddenly, a wave of uncontrollable arousal surges through Jen, nearly causing her to double over. Okay, she’s not going to school today. It’s not like skipping is a very big deal to her, anyway.
As Jen begins to trudge upstairs to her room, Kyle’s curse makes its way to the forefront of her mind.
“Wait! No! I don’t wanna be a braindead slut! Please!”
Her body is still moving, under the influence of the curse. Jen just sort of gives up as she falls onto her bed. There’s nothing she can do.
Jen’s hand slides down her toned stomach, and past the edge of her shorts and panties. She unconstrollably begins to rub her clit, moaning loudly at the intense pleasure that blooms from the small motion. She... she could get used to this.
It’s not long before Jen cums, screaming like the whore she’ll soon be all the while. When the fog from her mind clears, Jen shivers as she feels her head just a slight bit... lighter. The curse is real after all. She’s doomed.
Of course, Jen’s pussy still demanded attention, the curse making it forever slick with her arousal and lust. She’ll be here a while, that’s for sure.
Jen isn’t sure how long she lays on her bed, desperately fucking herself and screaming with every monumental orgasm. Every time, her head feels just that slight bit lighter, and she feels just a bit more... simple.
Jen breathes heavily. She’s still... horny! Jenny... needs to cum again!
With the little brain she had left in her, Jen managed one last thought.
Maybe... maybe this isn’t so bad?
Jen goes back to relentlessly fingering herself and rubbing at her clit, wishing she was flexible enough to eat herself out, to scream against her own sopping folds. She wasn’t going to have any wishes for a very long time, now.
Jen comes with a cry that could make a pornstar blush, and the final bit of her brain melts away.
Jenny lays on her bed, mindlessly rubbing her clit with a dumb grin stretched across her features, a thin trail of drool sliding down her perfect cheek, her eyes hollow and vacant. She needs... cum... need cum... want cum...
Jenny softly exhales in a brutish, almost animalistic voice, any vestiges of her past life truly escaping her for good.
“Jenny... want cum... want good... cum...”