The Cure was a curious thing. The creator of it made it in abundance given some folks proclivities and that many only wanted to try it out once usually. The ingredients in fact where common knowledge and easily obtainable. What was odd about it was no scientist could figure out just -how- it worked. The ingredients, on their own were more akin to spices that you would add to a dinner then anything actually medical. In all cases of use outside of dealing with a Blueberry girl transformation were mundane. Even something like Aspirin was something you had to be careful it its use outside of headaches.
More so was that usage for Blueberry girls had a strong and strange effect. During the 24 hour time frame from the return of a human form to the ‘all clear’, the patient was able to resist any lustful effects of labido with an almost saintly strength. If you didn’t want to feel horny, you just had to decide you didn’t want it, and say ‘no’ to yourself. It was that simple. The fires of lust would just stop.
But that’s if you wanted it. It helped to keep your mind clear enough that you could make real decisions because otherwise there would be no stopping the rebound effects, making the cure worse than the disease. And so, it was a powerful cure, nearly guaranteed to return you to your human aspect with little effort.
Again, if you wanted it that way.
On the other hand, if you wanted it but were in denial, the fires were harder to put out. It could still be controlled, but somehow the cure knew you wanted it.
In Jenna’s case, she wanted it, but conditionally. What she truly wanted was for her and Mitch to be happy together. She would miss being able to just spread her legs without anyone thinking twice, maybe even sharing their bed with others, even other Blueberry girls. To be fucked ten ways to sunday and back… But she wanted with equal measure to stand by her lover’s side. To be a friend and confidant, the shoulder on which he could rest his worries just as much as he had been for her over the time they had known each other. These desires were so strong side by side, that the cure worked like it should in the case of not wanting to go back. After all, it somehow ‘knew’ if he turned, she wouldn’t waste a second on will power at all. Such was the strange power of the seemingly mundane cure.
Mitch, on the other hand, was very much in the other camp. He was in denial, and both The Cure and Jenna could see it. He would steal glances at her chest and lick his lips, she could even see his straining cock from the angle he sat at the table. Jenna had friends that needed The Cure before, and some that resisted. She knew the signs of each and it was clear what was going on inside her lover. And as such, she only kept enough control to play out the fantasy inside her mind.
She could almost feel both cure and the blueberry slut she really was inside buzzing in agreement as her clit engorged and her pussy lips became drenched with need.
Leaning forward off the counter her already plush tush rested on, Jenna stepped toward her lover, letting her hip roll with the movement. She grinned as he clearly was trying not to pant like a bitch in heat.
“You know, I think I remember more about last night,” her voice was a sensual purr, “what me to describe some of the details.”
Sun Dec 30 11:17:47 2018
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