Something odd begun to happen when Jennifer joined the table. Grandma Mary was pissing all over herself during a mid conversation like as if it was nothing at all. Sylvia joined the activity as she let the exposed pussy to expel the liquid inside her. The chairs and table under them were getting wet and dripping in piss water like a boat's deck at a stormy sea. Jennifer couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was like two water hoses just had been let loose.
Jennifer lifted her head and it seemed that both of their faces had gotten more red. Did they care or was this something else? She had no idea what they were thinking as they acted like it was normal. Has Jennifer's pissing habits become her mother's and grandma's habit as well. The curse seemed to spread in very unexpected ways. The golden liquid was spread all over the wooden planks as Jennifer decided to back off and just go back to her own pissed stained bed.
Jennifer could understand why Sylvia struggled to hold her pee as Mary raised her like that but why her grandma still at age twenty four struggled to hold her bladder. Did she do it intentionally or was it more because Mary always had weak bladder? Mary's weird awkward smile and hand movements gave Jennfier mixed messages. Jennifer had no clue what the reason was. Which made her think. If grandma Mary had been pissing like this her whole time... Why couldn't Jennifer notice it? The whole house must have been sprayed with her piss for decades... No... Jennifer had to actually give a quick whiff to the house's current odor.
UGH!
The smell was like a men's sweaty locker room combined with the smell of fresh caviar, spilled beer stains, hint of tobacco with the unwashed men's public urinal at the most unwashed watering hole. Jennifer's body and nose had gotten used to the smell and thought nothing about it but as she actually smelled it the whole place reeked. Was this normal...? Did they house actually smell this awful?
How in the hell Mary let Sylvia attend school as the smell must have linger all over their clothes and bodies. It was like an attack to your nostrils. A normal person would have fainted from the sheer volume of ammonium that was in the air. A small cold lump formed in Jennifer's throat as she had to go and see what other changes were happening around her. She had twelve more years ahead of herself and things were looking this bleak already? She could only shiver at the thought. Jennifer had to make sure that the house didn't have similar surprises stored for her. So she went to inspect the house.
First Jennifer wanted to see how her mother's and grandma's beds looked like and was shocked to find that all the beds were gone as she looked inside the two rooms. Sylvia was 'bed' was the similar looking cloth pile what Jennifer had but bigger while Mary's 'bed' was a very small mattress that had a lot of dirty clothes on top of it acting as a cushion. The 'master bedroom's bed' was barely looking like a bed at all. Mary's room had an awful stench inside it as the yellow mattress must have collected all the piss she had produces over the years. Jennifer couldn't stand too near the room's door as Mary's 'master bedroom' had three times as smelly characteristic as the house had. It was like she had been just pepper sprayed to her face as she let out coughs and backed from the room. The hint of strong cheap alcoholic perfume and men's body spray weren't the nicest additions to the odor palette.
The two rooms had the essentials for personal space but the lack of proper beds terrified Jennifer. Her actions had been reflected back at her family as all of them shared the same fate. Jennifer had to be careful what she did as even the smallest actions were able to cause this large changes in their quality of life. Inside her small brain Jennifer was scared to see what kind of damage her past actions had caused her family as seeing these two things made Jennifer think how better her past live was. The familiar warm running feeling made it's presense as she let loose in front of her mother and grandma. They didn't seem to care that their daughter formed yet another piss puddle on the same wet floor as they did minutes ago. Was there something else that was changed when she had closed her eyes? Hoping deep inside her heart that these two were the only ones that had changed.