’“No dear, I think that even if they didn’t fix anything, that with the nanites turned off and with no other interference, the affect will wear ...ff in time. I think the nanites were the problem and not you, although I always was turned on by you. And I think a few of my friends were jealous, or maybe they felt it too. You may have always secreted some pheromones; it just took the nanites to boost it up for every female to be affected that way. I’ll let you go back to sleep now dear, I don’t. My body was a mess; gouged scratches covering my thighs, my stomach, my pubic mons, all of them stinging, some weeping. Beneath them the skin was an expressionist palate, vivid purples and yellows intermingling above an indigo and vermilion base, my natural alabaster hues lost in a see of aching, hurting bruises. My cunt was deformed; labia, vulva, clitoris now engorged burning lumps of flesh a cacophony of screamed complaints; no longer a pretty flower now more cathedral gargoyle. My ribs. I was starting to feel sore around the border of my genitals, probably from being choked by my boxer slit for so long. Looking out for the little guy, I slid those down to keep my shorts company. If you were to take a picture and crop out my chest and legs, you would think I was fully naked.I've never been the noisy type when it came to self-care, to the point where I've rarely ever masturbated while someone else wasn't around. Not because of the thrill, but because of the confidence.Half an. Jo was impressed saying "Go, girl. you really can fuck Phil as hard as me."D started to cum as hard as Jo had. They had all been fucking for a good couple of hours now and D couldn't believe how Phil still hadn't cum.He just said, "There's plenty more to come yet, it's only early."They all took some time out now to get their breath back and have a few more drinks and something to eat.D started to put her thong and blouse back on, Jo asked her not to bother as it was nice to see her body and we.