While Taylor spread her gift to the general populace, Sydney's day may have spread it even more. When Sydney had sat down on the bus that morning, some of her changes had been noticed by her peers. They all disregarded her odd speech and strange teeth. After all, she was known as something of an outcast. Not popular but not accepted amongst the less popular either. She existed in her own space. So when she arrived at school after an awkward bus ride she was quickly forgotten by the other students. However, Sydneys troubles now extended past her social issues. Ever since she woke up in the barn, her pussy had been on fire. It constantly pulsed and winked with need, begging to be filled, leaving Sydney to restrain moans of lust and hide her constantly flushed face. By 2nd period it had gotten to the point that she could no longer think straight. Instead consumed by thoughts of donkeys. She couldn't stop thinking of throbbing donkey cocks, she even began to fantasize about Jenny's. Leathery warm donkey cunts. That she wished she could bury her face into. Finally she threw a hand into the air, asking to use the restroom, nearly leaping out of her seat and rushing out of the room. She nearly ran to the nearest restroom, dripping juices down her leg as she went, leaving a musky trail behind her as she reached the restroom. She threw herself into a stall and latched it shut before yanking her pants down her legs, her tear drop shaped slit throbbed and winked and she thrust a hand down and began to roughly finger herself. "HAaah!" She brayed and moaned as she gave into the pleasure, a new burning heat engulfing her loins. Her asshole was throbbing and pulsing, puffing out and darkening in color. "Whaaa?" She leaned forward and reached her hand back, Her asscheeks were pulling apart, leaving her hole exposed. She lightly touched the rim of her hot pucker and it exploded with pleasure, her cunt spraying musky juice everywhere in the stall, puddles forming outside the stall from the deluge of girlcum. She lay back against the toilet for a moment, catching her breath after her explosive orgasm. She hastily yanked her pants up and opened the stall. Moving past the mess and quickly washing her hands. Even now she could feel her lust rising again. Should she fake an illness to go home? The thought of getting back to the barn was almost overwhelming. Or she could try to make it through the day, though she doubted it would be without incident. She left the restroom and pondered her choice. Unknowingly leaving pheromone ridden, infectious cum all around the bathroom and in the hallways.