Jen could feel her new orifice, again, a pussy right in the middle of her face, being fucked deep. At least this time however, it oddly was a sensation she had felt before. Stef however was in complete shock. Her goal was to feel encased, wrapped up. And by another person's body was so erotic and crazy it made her wild.
Now however, she was at the mercy of Laney, who's sex drive was so strong she couldn't even control herself. She slammed her cock into Stef/Jen's face hole furiously, and Stef didn't have the willpower to stop it. She was feeling a whole new sensation of pleasure. Her pussy-mouth went so deep that Laney didn't even bottom out; she was literally forced to stop because her balls wouldn't fit inside. Stef's mind couldn't process all that was happening, and losing that sense of control, she couldn't help the impending orgasm.
And orgasm she did. Cum sprayed from her mouth like a geyser, coating Laney's cock and balls, and belly and tits as well. The more Laney fucked, the more Stef came, until Laney too reached her limit. Her whole body shuddered, sounds she had never made before spilled from her lips as a continuous stream of cum filled Stef's throat. Even after she was finished, Laney's body twitched from the residual euphoria.
Something strange happened however, after all was quiet. Jen did not change back. Not entirely anyway.
It's true, the town's Curse was an anomaly, a true wild card. An unknowable variable. The Curse was said to operate as the giver suggests, but what if they were not explicit in their delivery? What if something could alter the outcome?
And in this case, an alteration there was. Jen's folded and molded skin slowly sucked inward, like a vacuum pulling all the air out of a bag. She adhered to the woman whom she encased, and the nerve endings that had bonded, grew. More nerve endings formed, linking and fusing together. Her pussy-mouth returned to normal, her blemishes returned. But Stef, was becoming erased by the ordeal. Jen could feel the soul of Stef pushing against her, fighting to stay alive, but the Curse had other ideas. Soon, Stef had been reduced to a backseat view through the eyes of her owner. Her master. Jen, who had obliterated whatever there was left of the woman, and took control of her body.
Jen stood up. Naked, but back to normal, at least visibly. She touched her skin, rubbing her tits, and feeling the soft flesh of her leg. Then she pinched it, and smeared it. And then wiped some of it free and onto the tips of her fingers. The skin in the area fused back together, covering the minor indentation that was left behind.
"Umm, Stef?" Laney said, coming down from her stupor. "Stef is that you?"
Jen looked to Laney and took a step forward, almost zombielike in her passivity. She straddled the gym teacher with a quizzical look, leaned in, and said "Shhh..." taking the clay-like flesh on her fingers and wiping it across Laney's mouth. She started using both hands, thumbs to press and knead the flesh, until there were no edges. No way to tell that she had even been born with lips.
Jen leaned in, and kissed the empty space passionately, her saliva dripping down Laney's chin as she licked and kissed her.
"I think we're going to have lots of fun together." Laney's eyes shot open in terror.