Jim returned and sat down on a corner of the bed. He teasingly caressed one of Sharon's marble feet, then ran his hand slowly over her smooth leg. It had only been a few minutes, but thanks to his wish, Sharon's sexual desire must be skyrocketing. He continued to fondle and lick her smooth body, getting turned on himself by keeping her trapped in such a predicament. Then he got an idea. An awful, wonderful idea. He had wished she wouldn't be injured by this, so she should be safe. And it would teach her never to be a cocktease again.
"Sharon, dear, it's past midnight. It's been a long day. I think I'll get some rest. No, don't get up. You look so comfortable there, you can have the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. No, no need to thank me." Jim smiled as he grabbed a blanket off the bed and went downstairs. Behind him Sharon's marble body was cold and silent, but he could imaging her yelling. If her sex drive doubles every minute, then what would happen if she stays like that all night?
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The next morning Jim woke up, stretched and yawned. He thought about Sharon, but decided to have his coffee first. She had been that way this long. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. And besides, it was only... 11:15?
Jim spewed a mouthful of coffee across the kitchen. He had overslept. He hadn't realized how late in the morning it was. He quickly went upstairs to the bedroom, making mental calculations as he went. A sex drive doubled every minute, for about eleven hours, give or take a few minutes. What condition would Sharon be in? He tried to relax himself. If it was anything bad, he could always fix it with a wish. He hurried into the bedroom where Sharon still lay frozen. "I wish for you to return to change back to normal," he said.
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