“Are you saying you want out?” I managed, although immediately I regretted the question because I didn’t want to know the answer. I always thoug...t Heather had a tolerance for discomfort and weirdness that far exceeded my own, but then again, I was the one who grew up with the extremely unusual family situation, not her. Yeah, you have a week on me, Heather, thinking about this stuff, but I have years on you... Maybe this was getting too weird for her. I sat there, tense, wondering why she. Deep down she already knew this would happen, of course, having already secretly accepted her fate as an eager slave to her increasingly slutty nature, even as her conscious mind continued to vehemently deny having fully given in to the potion's seductive influence over her vulnerable body and mind. In truth, she was looking forward to feeling her sexy bimbo alter-ego effortlessly brushing aside what remained of her rational self as the promise of cock and the erotic pleasure it represented. Feel free to join us if you like."I found my ladies out front on the swing and we headed in for lunch; we had just sat down when Jessica caught up with us."Mind if I join you?" she asked."Not at all," Patricia said.I took my patch out of my pocket and showed it to her and asked what she thought. She liked it and I handed it to her and the patch turned black."What happened?" The patch is genetically encoded, only the person Kristy assigns it to can wear it," I said."Wow, that is cool," she. She'd never admit it, she'd bite off her tongue before saying it – but she knew it was the truth.She also knew that she should resist, be tough like the neglected gardens back home. She should protect her integrity against these dizzying seductions.But her body had a mind of itself. It instinctively knew there would be wonderful things to come, once she opened up to them – delicious treats and ecstatic marvels. She ran a hand over her slick, soaked belly, finding her slightly swollen lips and.