Stepping into the shower, Rachel lets out a satisfied sigh. The water felt great as it washed over her skin. She wasn't sure how that perfume or whatever it was had dried up so fast, but it was better to be safe than sorry, right? She hummed softly to herself as she let the water run over her body. She wasn't sure what she'd do for the rest of the day - she needed a change in her routine for sure.
Things were stale. She had fun hanging out with her friends, but there weren't as many of them around these days - a lot of them had started to move away in preparation for college. Rachel had opted to go to the local community college - partly because of grades, partly because of money.
Maybe she could join a club or something.
As she lathered up the soap, a pleasurable tingle ran up her spine, bringing a smile to Rachel's face. Some girls were prudes, but Rachel was definitely not one herself. It had been a few days since she'd last masturbated, and that was usually a reliable way of relieving some stress. With a happy sigh, she reached down and began to softly massage the skin around her pussy.
Sometimes it took a while to get herself worked up.
Not so much today.
Today, the second she began to rub at her clit, a pleasurable wave washed over her, making her gasp with delight. She stumbled back slightly, leaning up against the cold wall of the shower.
"Ohhhh!" she cooed. "Oh, that feels sooo goooooood!" Her rubbing became more intense, and her breaths came in stilted gasps. Moans escaped from her smiling lips as she continued to rub harder - pleasure like she'd never felt before washed across her body, to the point where she felt lightheaded and had to keep using the wall for support, lest she fall to the floor. "Oooooooooooh," she moaned as the sensation seemed to increase. Her heart thudded in her chest with sexual thrill; her eyes began to roll up in her head as the first hint of the orgasm struck her, like a supernova of pleasure in her body. She barely felt as she slid down the wall, her legs shaking with delight as she continued to gasp and moan as the orgasm continued, rocking her to her core. For a moment, she simply sat there, gasping for breath, as the water rained down upon her. Every muscle felt weak and shaky from the sensations.
And...
And as the orgasm faded, she could feel another one start to build. Except this time she wasn't even touching herself.
"W-What's going on?" she gasped, looking down at herself. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the sensations swelled up more, and she rubbed at her chest sensually, even as she began to feel a bit frightened at how and why this was happening.
The second orgasm hit, making her vision go white for a moment. When she began to come down, two things immediately became apparent.
The first, and most overwhelming, was the fact that yet another orgasm was beginning to build. She could feel her pussy throbbing with desire - even if she hadn't been in a shower, she would've been soaking wet from the constant onslaught of pleasure. The second was an odder sensation - a sensation of stiffness, of weakness, as though her muscles weren't wanting to respond as readily as they had been moments ago. She chalked it up to muscle strain from the pleasure - wasn't there some kind of disorder like this, where some women would experience unwanted pleasure? Except this had just come out of nowhere...
A third, mind-blowing orgasm struck, and she threw her head back with a loud moan, echoing around the bathroom. God, it felt SO fucking good.
And another one was beginning to build up! Rachel let out a whimpering moan that quickly turned into a sensual whine--
And the stiffness! It felt more intense now. Through the haze of pleasure, she looked down, and her eyes widened when she saw her body. Her skin looked odd - reflecting the light in a way that it shouldn't, despite being wet. The water was beading up on her skin like it would on a bottle of shampoo or something. The freckles that had dotted her arms since she was a little girl had completely faded, as had her tan - her skin was a uniform color. It was odd to realize how unnatural such uniformity looked.
"G-g-gotta...get...help...." she gasped, trying to stand.
But her legs were too shaky, her muscles were too weak.
Even as she tried to push herself up, another orgasm struck, and she leaned back again with a long moan. This time, she felt a more dramatic effect strike her body. A sense of weakness and stiffness spread through her limbs, making her lean back against the wall, where she couldn't even lean forward anymore. And the pleasure continued to mount, a continual wash of pleasure and bliss. Her arms were bent at her side, and her legs were stuck out straight in front of her. Her skin felt tight and thick, and she could barely bend her neck to look down.
She kinda looked like...
Another orgasm struck, and she moaned through near motionless lips. The pleasure was no less intense than it had been, but she could no longer move or fully vocalize how good it felt. And the most intense wave of weakness and stiffness spread through her yet. She couldn't move at all now. She tried as hard as she could to move her arms or legs, or even her eyes, but she was completely frozen in place. Even as another orgasm began to build up within her, she was simply forced to sit there, her lips pouty and slightly parted, the water raining down from above.
She looked like a sex doll!
Someone! Help! she cried mentally. For she could no longer speak. Or move.
That perfume! It must have done this to her - but how?! And why? Who could have sent such a thing?
And what the fuck was she supposed to do now? Was there a way to turn back? What would happen when someone found her?? What would happen if her MOM found her?!