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Prologue: Friday Night

"I swear, Cindy, you need to relax a bit," Caitlin said.
Cindy closed her eyes in fear as Caitlin stared at the television. On the screen, a laughing man in a brown hat and knife-gloved gloves chased
a helpless, frightened girl down the stairs. "This is the best part, Cindy! Open your eyes!"
She playfully tossed a small pillow over her friend's head, and Cindy gave Caitlin a wicked wink. "Do as you
please ..."

It was 8 o'clock.

Cindy's parents were out, so Caitlin had come over to keep her company. She hadn't expected a horror movie to be
included in the companionship, but Caitlin insisted on renting it. "Isn't it over yet?" she asked, her voice
low beneath her palms.

"Yes," Caitlin said calmly.

Cindy slowed her gaze from her lowered eyes and opened her arms just in time to see Freddy's hand about to pierce the young girl's
stomach . Cindy flinched, shrieked, and scurried back to her hands for refuge. “I can’t believe you! You said this is
the end!”

Caitlin couldn’t help but laugh. “You need to watch this stuff more so it won’t scare you anymore.”

Cindy stared at her friend. “Okay, I’d rather not touch this stuff.”

Caitlin had had enough. She sat up and pressed the stop button on the VCR. Freddy’s face was replaced by
a bright blue screen and the word “stop” in the upper right corner. The room was very quiet. Cindy slowly
recovered. “Why did you do this?” she asked.

Caitlin stood up and went to Cindy’s bed. “I’ve seen it a million times, and I rented it
because I thought you’d like it.”

“Okay, you don’t have to turn it off… I’ll watch it. Turn it back on.”

Caitlin shrugged. “No, it’s nothing.”

“Really, it’s nothing!” Cindy didn’t want to look like a frightened kitten, even though she knew she was.

“Relax. We’ll find something else to do.” They both quieted down as they thought about
what they could do. Caitlin began, "We can call it Bloody Mary..."

Cindy looked a little scared. "What's that?"

Caitlin turned to face her friend on the floor. "Okay, you stand in front of the mirror. You
look into your own eyes and say her name five times..." Cindy looked terrified but continued listening. "
Then, I heard, she comes through the mirror..."

Caitlin stopped talking, leaving the suspense. Cindy looked a little impatient. "And...?!"

"And... that's all I know. I've never done it before. I think we can try it and
see what happens."

Cindy backed down, waving her hands in the air. "No way! No way. I'm not doing that."

Caitlin grabbed her arm. "Please, this would be fun." She led her friend into the bathroom to dry
off. "Okay, we'll say it together..." Cindy still looked uneasy but agreed. "Okay
..."

"Bloody Mary..." they all said in unison. "Bloody Mary..." Caitlin behind her
, keeping eye contact with herself and flicking the light off. Cindy looked like she was about to protest, but then stopped
. Caitlin nodded and continued, “Bloody Mary…” They tensed a little. “Bloody Mary…”
They looked at each other.

Then they stopped. Cindy slapped her friend on the shoulder. “You didn’t say it!”

Caitlin laughed. “Neither did you!” They both laughed and went back to Cindy’s room.

They flipped through the TV channels, watched some Letterman, and then found some old cartoons. They
talked about boys and other people. The two girls had been friends since their junior year of high school.

Caitlin started talking about her recent date. She said she went out with a guy last night and gave him
oral sex, and he didn’t even ask for it. “It really terrified me. I don’t usually even like doing that…”
Cindy was a little disappointed that her friend had gotten so far with a guy she barely knew. But she didn’t show
the

boredom that was starting to wear them down.

It was ten o’clock.

Finally, Caitlin perked up. “God! I know what we can do?” A smile crossed
her face. “We can go to bxxxbo.xxx!”

Cindy sounded a little skeptical. “What’s that?”

“Well, it’s a website.”

Cindy sighed. “Okay, I get it.”

“It’s a magical website.” Cindy rolled her eyes. “No, no. It’s supposed to be real!
David showed it to me. It’s one of those urban legends, you know?”

Cindy sighed again. “The definition of an urban legend is that it’s fake,” she started to walk toward the kitchen,
but Caitlin pulled her back.

“Wait. Come on.” She giggled and dragged her friend toward the computer.

“Then why are you talking like that? Grinning? You’ve been doing that a lot lately…”

Caitlin shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve barely noticed it…” She tapped the computer
to connect to the internet. She clicked the address bar and started typing. She typed a letter as her index finger moved across each
letter. Caitlin, who aspired to be a computer programmer, had a good typing speed.

"Why are you so good at typing addresses?"

"Like what?" She finished typing the address and pressed the input key. bxxxbo.xxx wrote in the address
bar and the blue bar showed slow progress.

Then a blank page flashed by saying, "We cannot find bxxxbo.xxx."

Cindy chuckled, "Is this your big idea?"

Caitlin left the ageup and turned to her friend, "Actually, that's it. It's a hidden
page ..."

Cindy frowned, "So what does it mean?"

They both looked at the white page, "It's behind." Caitlin ran her hand across the computer screen.
"It's... something... uh... subconscious...?"

"Subconscious?" Cindy finished her with a silly grin.

"Yeah!" She giggled once.

“Caitlyn, why do you keep doing this?”

“Anyway, legend has it that anyone who looks at this page will turn into a slut,
a whore, within 48 hours.”

“Turn into a slut?”

“You know, big tits, slutty, low IQ…”

“Like every girl I hate?”

“Yeah!”

“You’re right, it’s awful,” Cindy said with a laugh. Caitlyn giggled again. “Ugh, please
stop doing this. So, where did you hear about this website?”

“David showed it to me on our Wednesday night date.”

“Hmm, that was two days ago. Did you turn into a slut?” she said with a laugh.

Caitlyn looked a little confused. “Huh?”

“You said it takes 48 hours, right? Well, that would be Wednesday…”

Caitlyn struggled to think about it. She started to look a little worried. Then, Cindy noticed that
Caitlyn ’s hair had turned blonde.

“Caitlyn? What happened to your hair? It’s… blonde. So, blonde
er.”

Caitlyn rubbed her head. “I, I don’t know.” She looked frightened. “Cindy, why
can’t you think?”

Then, Cindy began to feel fear. Caitlin’s hair was now completely blonde. Now,
her breasts seemed to be getting bigger. They all stood up. “Cindy, what’s going on? I think everything
is funny!” A silly laugh crowned her. Her voice had become quite high.

“You change! God, stop it, Caitlin! Nothing you’re doing is funny.”

Caitlin suddenly laughed, “Like, Caitlin didn’t do anything! Hehe!” The laugh quickly faded
as a desperate look took over. “Cindy, save me…” Her breasts stretched her shirt to its maximum and her
lips were now fuller. Her eyelashes grew and a spacey look began to take over her face. Caitlin’s
eyes trembled, and she fainted back onto the bed.

She lay there motionless, her eyes closed.

Cindy looked down at her friend. She was panting, waving her hands
in front of what used to be her best friend. “Cindy?”

Suddenly, Caitlin’s eyes snapped open. “Hehe! Like, Caitlin feels even better now!”

Chapter 1: Saturday

Amanda Jenkins sat with her boss, Vince Laws, across from her. He sat quietly, puffing on
his cigar, thinking. Amanda was nervous. She fidgeted, touching her purse on her lap. Her feet
made some annoying beats on the floor that she'd heard on the radio that morning.

Mr. Laws glanced at her and then quickly looked into the distance. Finally, he gave in. “Well,
Amanda . I'll let you do it…”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, thank you, sir! You won’t regret it.” She tried to remain
calm and professional. But inside she was thrilled.

Mr. Laws quickly told her, “But that’s it! If you mess it up, you go back to answering the phone.
Understand?”

Amanda nodded and smiled. “Yes, sir, I understand. You won’t regret it. Thank you,
thank you.” He waved her off, and she thanked him again and walked out. As she left the hall, she held up
a triumphant hand. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes... CNN, I'm here..."

She had been trying to become a journalist. Soon realizing that starting from the bottom was her only option, she
landed a job at The Sun magazine. Of course, it was just one of those ridiculous tabloids with exaggerated
stories . But it was a job. Unfortunately, Mr. Rolls only hired her
as his secretary.

Finally, when a story surfaced about a girl being hospitalized after witnessing her friend turn into some kind of "slut,"
Amanda knew she had to have it. After some earnest pleading, he finally agreed to let her try writing an article.

It happened just last night and spread quickly throughout town. Apparently, the girl was a local
student who had never gotten into any trouble. Amanda thought
it best to start at the hospital where the girl's friend, Cindy, was being treated.

Amanda arrived at the hospital at two o'clock. She parked her car and walked through the parking lot. It was a gloomy,
overcast day. It felt like rain could start at any moment. Amanda
wrapped her coat and scarf tightly around herself. A small briefcase was tucked under her arm. Her flushed cheeks were chilled by the cold wind.

Entering the lobby, warmth enveloped her. It was a relief. She walked to the front desk and smiled at the
receptionist . "Hello, I work for The Sun magazine and was wondering if you could tell me
which room Cindy Connors is in?"

The old woman answered quickly without any expression. "I'm sorry, that information is only given to family members.

" Amanda smiled, trying to remain cheerful. "I understand, but if you could tell me…"

The woman interrupted, "I'm sorry. You'll have to leave. Thank you, have a nice day."

A phone rang. The old woman gave Amanda one last glare and turned to answer. Amanda stuck
her tongue out at the woman's back and was about to turn away when she noticed an open chart on the table. She moved a little closer to the table, leaning forward quietly to avoid drawing attention to herself. The old woman was chatting on her phone
with someone named "Ma Zhe," paying no attention to Amanda. Scanning all the names, she reached out and flipped through the pages a few times until she found C.S. “Cowley… …Chandler Cobb…” Finally, she found Connors. “Connors, Cindy…Room 217.” Amanda said goodbye to the old lady and headed for the elevator. She went up to the second floor and followed the pointing arrow to Cindy ’s room. Finally, she found it and went inside. The room was dark. The windows were closed, and the television was off. Amanda looked around and saw Cindy lying asleep in bed. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the sofa by the bed, resting her head on her hand, also asleep. When Amanda came in, she opened her eyes. “Oh… uh… who’s there?” The woman was still half asleep. “Hi, Mrs. Connors?” “Yes.” “Yes, hello. I’m Amanda Jenkins from The Sun Magazine. I was wondering if I could ask Cindy…” She looked at the sleeping girl, who looked pitiful, “or… ask you a few questions?”

The woman who had yelled "Get out!" started to get up. "We don't want to be bothered by you. Cindy doesn't want to give you gossip
to write in the newspapers. She's been through a traumatic event. Leave now." It was clear the woman wanted to
shout, but she lowered her voice so Cindy wouldn't wake up.

Amanda wasn't about to give up so easily. "Please, just let me stay a little while until Cindy wakes up. I
'm not here to use your daughter."

Amanda was startled by the voice: "You're going to remind everyone..."

Amanda and Cindy's mother looked at the bed as Cindy sat up, her eyes wide open.
“What did you say, Cindy?”

The young woman was clearly exhausted. “You have to warn everyone about that website.”

Cindy’s mother looked anxious. “Honey… what are you talking about?”

“It’s dangerous! You have to tell everyone!”

Amanda tried to calm the girl down. “It’s okay, honey. I will. I will… Now,
what do you want me to tell everyone? What website?”

“The website Caitlin and I looked at…” Her voice trailed off at Caitlin’s name, “…
the website Caitlin and I looked at. One she looked at two days ago. That’s how long it took!”

“How long?”

“It…” Cindy took a deep breath, “…change.”

“Change…what happened to Caitlin?”

“Yes! That’s going to happen to me if you don’t get me out of here by tomorrow night! The same thing,”
she said, looking at her mother.

Mrs. Connors just shushed her, patted her arm, "You'll be alright, baby. Don't worry. We
'll be here—taking care of you."

"That's not enough! You have to stop the website! There's nothing else to do. You didn't see what I saw.
She transformed right before my eyes."

Amanda pulled out a pen and notebook. "What website is this?"

Amanda and Cindy finished and left. She thanked her mother, who still seemed reluctant to approve, and
thanked Cindy. Cindy fell asleep as Amanda left. She returned to her car and drove home.

Amanda lived alone. She was 27 and had never married. Relationships came and went. No children, no
close relatives. Just her and her work. But she was happy.

She went home, walked in through the front door, and put her things on her desk. She ordered some
lunch for herself and began organizing her research materials.

Cindy showed no signs of drug use. There was no alcohol in her blood, and she seemed mentally sound.
Witnessing her friend's transformation was traumatic enough to require some medical care. Caitlin's location
remained a secret.

Amanda spent the night scribbling notes in front of her computer. Her messages were running in the background, and she wasn't actually looking at
them. She was about to turn around when she found herself there typing down the website Cindy had mentioned. "bxxxbo.xxx,
" she said aloud. She reached for the mouse and opened her Internet browser. Images of
Caitlin 's transformations flowed through her mind.

If this were real… she didn't know. She laughed at herself for having such thoughts. Finally, she typed in
the address and clicked go. Finally, a page appeared saying "Page Not Found." She stared at the blank page
for a while, almost hypnotized by it. What she thought she could see… almost nothing. The next page… and then
disappeared.

"Hmm…" she hummed to herself, "Just as I thought." It was midnight. She turned
off , then turned off the TV, went back to her bedroom, and slept soundly until sunrise.

Chapter 2: Sunday

Amanda opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She sat up in bed, feeling the cold air
stimulating her nipples. Amanda stood up. Her hips swayed as she walked out of her room into the hallway.

Then she stopped. She looked down at herself. "What the f-." Her heart
pounded as she tried to figure out what had happened. "My clothes…" Amanda hurried back to her room, scanning
the floor. Sure enough, her pajamas and underwear were in a pile in the corner.

She went over and picked them up. "Did I take these off while I was sleeping?" she wondered.
Amanda rubbed her breasts, feeling how sensitive they were. "Oh, mine!" She could feel a slight tingling
in her groin as she stroked her nipples.

She decided to forget about it. She took her shower, got dressed, and began gathering materials for her day. Now,
she was determined to find Caitlin. There was no doubt someone had to know where the girl was.

As she picked up her notebook, she glanced at the computer. The screen was blank. She remembered trying to check the website
Cindy had given her. What to do… she started to think, but quickly shook her head. The pajamas were just a
coincidence. Although she wouldn't mind some nice sex tonight...maybe I could go to a bar and have
a one-night stand tonight...she found herself thinking. It didn't even cross her mind; she'd never had a "one-night stand" before.

Amanda sped down the road, heading to the police station. She writhed in her seat the whole way. She became wanton
before . She never thought about why; she just knew she needed some release.

Her hand slid down her long, black skirt and slowly began to rub her clitoris. She
smiled , enjoying the pleasure of driving on the highway.

She stopped at a traffic light and glanced at the car to her left. A dark-haired man stared at
her through sunglasses. She smiled back at him and began to play with herself faster. The stranger smiled and pointed her out in front of them.
She looked up and saw the light had turned green. Blushing, she removed her hand from between her legs. The
man sped past, and she slowly accelerated.

After reaching the police station, she smoothed her skirt. She decided to lift it up, calculating the men inside;
if she exposed more, they might be more cooperative. Using the same logic, she unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of her blouse
.

She walked through the foyer, her gaze fixed. The man behind the reception desk tried hard not to look at her chest, but she caught his
eye drifted downwards. This was rather amusing… she thought.

“May I help you, madam?” he choked, sweating.

“Of course, sir. I just wanted to know if I could get a little information from you,” she smiled, leaning
forward.

“What kind of information?”

“What I need to know is where Caitlin O’Brien is in the hospital…”

The policeman regained some composure, glancing down at his notes. “I’m sorry, miss, the information is confidential.”

Amanda wasn’t about to give up so easily. “But, officer…” She slowly reached for her blouse
and unbuttoned the third button. Her white bra was now visible beneath her shirt. “I’d do anything
you know…” Part of her head was asking, why am I doing this? This isn’t like me… But
Amanda did her best to flirt.

The policeman, trying not to stare at the pretty lady’s blouse, said, “I—I’m sorry, madam, but it’s
a breast, and I, well, I mean, a little… private, only for family and friends.”

Amanda frantically reached for the top of her bra cup and began to pull it down. “But, officer… my
friend. Look…?” Then, she let her breast fall out of her bra in front of the stranger.
The officer ’s mouth gaped open in surprise as he stared wide-eyed at Amanda’s breast. “I can show you more,
if you can tell me more…”

“Oh! Uh, sure, it’s Zhengjia Mental Hospital! Do I have to spell it out? The address you need?”

Amanda quickly pulled her breasts back, and the perverted cop blinked. “It’s okay…” Then,
she swaggered away, her shirt still open.

Driving towards the hospital, she wondered why she had exposed herself to a stranger to get the information she needed.
She had never seduced anyone to get information before. What was going on? She didn’t know, but it did feel pretty good to be
in control. She knew the cop would keep begging her to fuck her, and, interestingly, she might let him fuck her. She
needed to have sex now. In any form… the name of someone she wouldn’t even know, but it seemed
to change her more.

She parked her car in the hospital parking lot, climbed out, and fixed her clothes. She had to get into that
slut mode that took over her. Now, it was time for professionalism. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

She told the receptionist that she had seen her dear friend Caitlin here and provided all
the evidence she could think of. Surprisingly, the receptionist was good enough. The woman seemed a bit…stupid.
Always the easiest to fool. Before Amanda left,
she saw a note on her computer that read “bxxxbo.xxx”. Hmm…she must have heard of the website, Amanda thought.

Taking the elevator to the fourth floor, she exited and turned away. Caitlin was locked in the rubber room. Apparently, she
had to be placed in a straight jacket to prevent her from “seducing male guards and playing with herself.” Amanda found
room D-4 and peeked through the window…

Inside, a young man sat in the corner, smiling at himself. The straight jacket kept her arms
crossed over her chest. Her eyes were glazed, and she chuckled as she looked around the room. Her brown hair had been replaced with a
bright blonde, just like Cindy had told the police.

“Can I help you, miss?” a voice asked from behind her, startling her.

Amanda jumped up and turned around. “Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, you scared me to death…” She caught her
breath. “I just heard she was interviewing Caitlin. Is she alright? Can I come in?”

The doorman gave her a suspicious look. “Nobody told me any reporters were visiting… You should be here?”

Amanda gave him a forced smile. “You really think I can do all this here without getting caught?”

This seemed to be the guard’s doing. He shrugged and pulled a bunch of keys from his belt. He inserted them into the lock and
opened the door. Amanda thanked him and went in.

The door slammed shut behind her, and she saw her being watched from the guard’s small round window. Amanda turned
to face Caitlin O’Brien, who was sitting in the corner.

“Like, hi! I’m Caitlin!” the lively teenager said.

Amanda walked over and sat down next to her. “Hello, Caitlin. My name is Amanda Jenkins. I
’m a reporter for The Sun. You know what that is?” The blonde just looked at the air with
a . “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask you a few questions about what happened Friday night. Do you
remember what happened Friday night?”

“Oh, sure! I went to Cindy’s house and I showed her the web. Then these guys came,
grabbed me, and brought me here,” Caitlin explained, her arms wrapped around her waist. “They don’t want you to play with your pussy
for some reason… I can’t reach it.” She struggled in her tights.
A wet spot was visible between Caitlin’s legs. Amanda could feel her own pussy
was wet too.

Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out Caitlin’s school photo. She held it up in front of Caitlin.
“Catlin. Do you remember who this is?”

The slutty girl looked at the photo for a minute, then giggled, “Yeah! It’s me!
Me before I saw the web!”

This caught Amanda’s attention, “The web?”

“Yeah, like, the bitch network!”

“What kind of web is this, and what does it do?” She remembered Cindy claiming the site would cause “change.”

“It makes you beautiful…” Caitlin laughed, finishing the sentence with a silly grin.
“Have you seen it?”

“Yes, I have. Does this mean I’m going to become…” Amanda couldn’t find the right words,
“…um…like you?”

Caitlin just giggled. “Cindy will be beautiful tonight. It’s been two days.”

“Two days…why two days?”

“That’s how long it takes…maybe because it’s really that easy to remember! Hehe!”

Amanda had looked at it last night. If this was true, she wouldn’t know until tomorrow night.
This was going to be more than just a news story. She was now caught up in it, more than she wanted to be…

Caitlin giggled. “Are you excited to become a bitch?”

Amanda rushed to the hospital. She knew something was wrong. Her thoughts seemed to linger on sex, dicks,
tits and fucking, sucking…

“Stop!” she yelled in the empty car. She couldn’t stay conscious. She felt like a
complete stranger. She didn’t like this. No decision-making ability. All she knew was that she had to go to Cindy's hospital
room to see if it was all true. Police reports stated that Cindy had checked the webpage around 10:00 AM.
At that time, the sky was getting increasingly dark.

She stopped in the parking garage and headed straight for the elevator. A young doctor followed her into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed,
her mind was immediately filled with images of her sucking his penis and letting him fuck her ass. Amanda started
sweating and panting.

Luckily, the doors opened, and they all got off. Otherwise, she might have raped the poor guy.
The clock showed about fifteen minutes until Cindy's possible deadline. If everyone told her it was
true, then Amanda knew she was in big trouble. She hurried down the hallway to Cindy's room and found
the door locked.

Amanda went to the front door and entered after receiving no response. She came in and found Cindy awake in her bed,
staring blankly at the clock. She was alone.

"Cindy?" Amanda asked, almost in a whisper.

"It's too late, I..." Cindy muttered, all hope lost.

“We’re not sure,”

Cindy just scoffed at Amanda’s denial. “I’m sure Caitlin feels the same way.”

Amanda sat on the edge of her bed and took her hand. “You’ll be alright. Don’t worry.” Cindy seemed
unconvinced. “Where’s your mother?”

Cindy couldn’t tear her gaze from the clock at her misfortune. “She had to go to work. She’s been here
for the past two days.”

They sat in silence afterward. The ticking of the clock grew louder and louder. “It’s going to happen
soon ,” Cindy whispered. “You should call the doctor over. They’ll want to restrain me. Tie me up
…”

“What do you mean?” An image of Caitlin struggling in her corset suddenly flashed into Amanda’s mind.

“Caitlin tried… when the police came to arrest her,” her eyes began to water. “She acted so
differently. It wasn’t even her anymore… Please don’t make me do that.”

Amanda felt genuinely sorry for the poor girl. “Honey, you’ll be alright. Try to
relax .” Then it struck her. Cindy’s chest slowly expanded before her eyes.

Cindy seemed oblivious. But she noticed Amanda's strange look. "What? What is it?"

"My God..." Then, Amanda watched as Cindy's hair began to grow increasingly golden.
Everything happened so fast. Amanda pulled back the blanket to see what was happening. Her waist had shrunk considerably. Her
breasts were almost a double D.

"Oh no... it's happening. It really is happening!" Cindy began to panic. "No! This
can't happen to me! I have my own life!" Her hair began to grow longer and golden. Next, her
lips fullened. "Please... (hehe) make it, stop..." Amanda was dumbfounded as she heard
Cindy's voice becoming increasingly incoherent.

"Cindy?" Amanda called out, trying to see if the girl was still herself.

"Hehe, Cindy is completely terrified! Doesn't want to be a slut!" Her breasts continued to grow, and
her buttocks began to become larger and rounder. “Cindy’s head feels like a balloon! Hehe! I
ca think straight…”

“Cindy! You try it too! Don’t let it take over! Hold on, I’ll get a nurse!”
Amanda started to open the door.

“No, it’s too late, Miss Reporter! (Grinning) I’m already a stupid, slutty slut! Cindy
’s gone , gone! Isn’t that cool?!”

Amanda turned to look at the blonde supermodel on the bed. The woman who used to be Cindy O’Brien tripped Amanda
and pulled her hand. She led her back to the bed and made her sit down. Amanda could only stare
wide-eyed at her, which had already changed. “Cindy… this can’t be real.”

Cindy just giggled. “Oh, that’s absolutely right! It’s not that bad. Me too, I feel much better
now . I used to be scared, but, like now… (Grinning), it’s just
easier not to think about anything.”

“I have to stop this,” Amanda said, mainly for herself.

“Oh, you can’t stop it…” Amanda’s gaze locked onto the grinning slut. “That will happen, no matter
what . When are you going to watch bxxxbo.xxx?”

Amanda admitted with little hope, “l- last night…”

Cindy clapped her hands, “So cool! So, like, you’ll be a stupid whore tomorrow night
! I can’t wait!”

Cindy giggled. Amanda couldn’t listen anymore. She stood up and went out. She walked
straight out the door and the rain had started to fall again. She found her car in the garage and drove straight home.

At night, she sat in the living room, playing with herself. She was terrified of what was about to happen. She
couldn’t deny it. But she needed some relief. She had been thirsty all day. Now she knew
why. The website had affected her brain. The effect would get stronger and stronger until…

she had to figure out how to get rid of it. There had to be something she could do to stop it from happening. That would
be what she had to do tomorrow. That was what she would do on her last day as a decent woman. She would do
her utmost to prevent this fate from happening.

But would she succeed? Amanda didn't want to think any further. Instead, she rubbed her clitoris until she orgasmed and
lay on the floor. There, she slept through the night.

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