Maria felt like her body was on fire, she was burning up with a fever, her body and sheets soaked in sweat. Her second orgasm had hit her like a tidal wave, and she was helpless in it's throes. Her mind burned with images of pretty young women, a veritable harem of lovers engaged in acts of love and lust- she'd never participated in an orgy before, but now the idea of being attended to by multiple lovers was strong in her mind.
The L-Virus was only on it's third victim, but it was already starting to mutate. A few hours later, Maria weakly got out of her bed, slumping in a pile on the floor. She felt strangely light, as she dragged herself into the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom.
She turned on the shower and got in, laying on the floor of the tub. Oh the warm water felt so good...she grabbed a breast roughly and rubbed her clit with abandon, anything to sate this overpowering need. Her breasts seemed smaller...but she obviously wasn't thinking straight.
Finally, she came, and realized the water had cooled. With a yelp, she got out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of Justin's towels- it seemed enormous on her. Her legs were trembling as she made her way to the sink, and wiped away the condesation.
Only for an exhausted-looking teenager to stare back at her from the glass. Her eyes wide and her mouth open, she could only stare at her reflection in shock...and growing arousal. Who was this pretty little angel? Her first thought was that she had turned into her daughter, but no, she was a little smaller than Gigi...especially her breasts. If anything she looked...younger.
She giggled. This was ridiculous! How could she be younger than her own daughter? 'I must be going crazy!', she thought. But cupping her smaller B cup breasts, they certainly felt real, and more sensitive than ever. Her heart was beating so fast!
'Just go with it, Maria. You're young again...so hot and horny...you should find a sweet young thing to fuck your brains out!' Of course, said sweet young thing wasn't a boy...but a girl. She exited the bathroom, completely nude, and frowned. None of her own clothes would fit her. Maybe Gina had something...ooh, was Gina home?
Such was her mental state that she had no reservations about throwing herself at her own daughter and Shannon (who must be Gina's girlfriend). Oh the things she'd show them! Unfortunately, they had left. Darn.
But that was fine. Raiding her daughter's closet and drawers, she put together the kind of racy outfit she hadn't dared wear in years. Midriff-baring red shirt, and a black leather skirt that was dangerously short. Black ankle-length boots and some racy lavender lingerie completed the ensemble. The bra didn't fit right, but it was one of Gigi's older ones, and it would work. Not that she planned to be wearing clothes for much longer.
She went out to her car and got in, then giggled as she had to adjust the seat and the rearview mirror. She had lost a few inches of height. She looked into the mirror. "How old are you, Maria? 16? 15? Too young to drive, you bad, bad girl. Well, let's find out how bad we can be!"
She pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street, heading downtown.
And then...