All night Gloria tossed and turned restlessly, her sleep uneasy with the stress of her college life and the guilty senses of temptation she felt whenever a handsome male on the prowl made a pass at her buxom form. She would indeed wake up tommorow with a sign of what to do ... but not from the source she had prayed to.
As Gloria slept her dreams shifted; no longer filled with anxiety, her subconcious was now filling with lust as the virus began to work away at her body's physical and mental chemistry. Unbeknownst to her as she slept soundly, her puffy auerolae began to swell and her nipples began to gush forth milky fluid across the front of her nightie, as her already considerable breastflesh began to warp and expand. In the shadows beneath her newly growing shelf of tit, two more bumps began to grow and leak forth milk ... as deep in sleep, Gloria's dreams turned further to images of fucking, sucking, wet pussies and huge cocks and above all breasts ... huge, lactating, milk-swollen breasts. When she awoke, Gloria would no longer be conflicted over her carnal urges -- she would give into them wholeheartedly, transformed into a perfect symbol of slut by the virus circulating through the air around her.
Fri Jan 17 07:19:52 2003