Claire hated they way she'd ended up.
The initial shock had faded, but she was still shaking and shivering. To her own surprise, she'd actually managed to get a good sleep in the hospital last night, but as soon as she woke up again, she was back to squeezing her legs back together, hoping there was at least a moment of rest.
But alas, with every contraction in her intimate zones, so came a wave of pleasure washing over her. Ever since the lightning strike, there was no stop to the constant orgasm she was having.
The biggest problem was the constant wetness in her groin. She'd woken up in an puddle of her own juices, drenching the bed she'd slept on. The smell that came of it was strong and musky. Exciting and arousing, but only at the right time. A nurse had helped her out of the bed, as she stumbled, weak-legged towards an empty chair, so that her caretakers could change the sheets. When she was led back to her bed again, it was the chair that was in need of a proper cleaning. This cycle went on, until all parties had eventually had enough.
Claire was sent to a new room, where they checked the condition she was in. Now, they'd finally reached a verdict.
"Miss Evans," doctor Porter began, "a Chaos Shift is not curable. However, there is still a short-term form of treatment."
He held a bottle of pills before her, every pill red and blue in color. "With these, the changes to your body will temporarily be reversed. This means that any changes that may have befallen a victim of a Chaos Storm, will disappear for a limited time. You will no longer be in a constant state of orgasm, although it can't be determined for how long you'll be out of that state. After a while, the alterations to your body will return again. Take another pill by that time, and your body will revert to its original state again.
"The problem with this drug however, is that it only works for a limited amount of time. After a while, your body, or the new energy that now resides within your body, will build up a resistance against the workings of these pills. You won't be able to escape your changes forever, but with this, you can ease yourself into it."
"These pills are supposed to cure me, at least for some time, right?" I asked. I hadn't been able to listen to everything he was saying. A small puddle was growing between my thighs again, and the constant pleasure I felt was horribly distracting, even if it felt as nice as it did. The worst part was that she never truly felt the release she normally did after a mind-blowing orgasm. Finally getting rid of that pent-up arousal inside her body. The explosive pleasure in her groin and tits was on loop, and wasn't fading in the slightest.
"Yes, that's what it boils down to." Doctor Porter answered.
It was up to Claire. Either she started getting used to her new, permanent changes, or she at least got some temporary relief, until she eventually had to face the truth of the matter.