Jennifer began to lose track of time, the days had started to become a blur, only faint pieces could be glimpsed through the quagmire of her mind, how many had it been? How much had she changed? The questioned hanged unanswered in the vacuum. Her room now combined with her mothers left her to watch Silvia at work all night, the images of sex work burned into her eyes, being forced to watch caused her to salivate with each thrust with longing. The heat in her groin was overwhelming and Jennifer spent the night making love to her pillow, her hand the only relief as she would try to match her own orgasm to her mothers.
The next morning Jennifer found herself staring blankly at the wall, something may have changed but why would Jennifer care? Silvia snapped her fingers in front of Jennifer's face causing her to blink as she came too, her eyes focusing on her mother. Tattoo's littered her body from the neck down, her breasts had turned from a rosy pink to a light brown, and had lost a bit of form, the constant sex had taken their toll. Silvia snapped her fingers again as she caught her daughter staring longingly at her tits. "Jenni. Jenni. Come on baby time to wake up. And wipe that drool off the customers don't like that." Jennifer quizzically went to wipe her mouth in disbelief, only to find a light line of cool spit on her hand, she had been drooling, why didn't notice. "Heya mom, good morn'." Jennifer recoiled to how she sounded, her words were slurred, first was reading, what was left, talking?!? That was insane. Jennifer staggered up, as she walked to the bathroom, now attached to the one room apartment. She looked through the worn hanging mirror, spying herself. She had gotten older, a number of new tattoos had grown on her own body, as well as a few new piercings, two steel circles were now on her brow, and her hair taking a similar half shaved half shoulder length cut of dyed black hair. Jennifer trailed down, her hands sliding over her firm breasts and down her waist. She noticed a tattoo now over her groin just like her mothers, though not as well formed, and not as colorful. Her body now better shaven that before, though her groin and pits remained well natural, a light happy trail going up just to her tattoo.
Jennifer looked back to the mirror, she looked around the sink before she suddenly buckled as she moaned. Shocked and confused she looked down to see her hand playing with herself, Jennifer coo'd as she felt helpless as her body acted on its own. Her mind was slipping away even more than she ever thought, or could have thought. Jennifer's mind began to haze over again as she began to lose herself to lust again, come tomorrow it might be the last thought she would ever have.