Slut’s Tale: Part 1, ‘A Hit to the Head’ [f] [mast] [exh]

Jessica was known by her teachers as an amazing student, deeply gifted in mathematics and science. She was a pale white, blonde-haired girl with intelligent-looking glasses, and within class she hardly ever spoke unless to ask a question. She was beautiful but humble, graceful and complex, and until the summer of her sophmore year of high school, she was hardly talked about amongst the other girls or guys. Her body was undeveloped and her personality mostly unknown.

A lot can change in three months.

The day sophmore year ended, Jessica had stumbled and hit her head right into a wall in her home. She had passed out, and woken up a few hours later.

There on the carpet just next to the front door, Jessica woke with a throbbing headache, sprawled out over the floor.

**”Ffff-uck!”** She said outloud. Jessica quietly hushed herself. She wasn’t the type to ever curse, she thought. But fuck, it felt good to curse suddenly. Never mind that, she told her brain.

She quickly surveyed her environment. She didn’t see any blood, so at least she won’t have to worry about Mother’s overwelming concern. This is just perfect, she thought. First afternoon without worry of school, and now she has a blistering headache. Fuck! She thought. Jessica quietly asked herself why it suddenly felt so good to be vulgar, but she didn’t have an answer.

After settling down in her room, Jessica continued to feel off. Her head not only ached, but she felt strange. Somehow, her brain felt very active. It felt almost as if parts of her brain were lighting up for the first time. Probably just an illusion, she told herself. Caused by hitting her head.

But it was more than that. That afternoon, a variety of strange symptoms were ignored by Jessica. First, strange but pleasant feelings in her brain. She developed small mood swings, her heart would randomly race. She would pass in and out of consciousness, sometimes finding herself staring at a wall without memory of why. Between her legs, she felt tingly. She found herself massaging her flat chest, sore for some unknown reason.

It was after day 3 of these symptoms that Jessica looked over herself in the mirrior, completely naked, and had a paper with her notes on her strange feelings. She was becoming concerned.

Her breasts. They had finially started growing. Just a month ago, Jessica remembered thinking, why would I want big breasts anyway? But now… she felt very eager. She was happy they were finially developing. She wondered how big they would get, even hoped they would be huge.

Everything on her body felt different somehow. And it looked different. While her headache had passed, her mental state still seemed different somehow.

Suddenly Jessica found herself bracing against the bathroom countertop, her body shaking. Between her legs, her vagina – pussy, Jessica corrected herself – was now very wet. Jessica couldn’t believe it. She had never been horny before. Do other girls get *this* wet, she wondered? It was dripping down her thighs.

Jessica put her clothes back on and returned to her room. For the first time, when she saw her laptop upon her bed, she felt… very eager, to get on the internet.

Over the next few days Jessica couldn’t help herself to enough. She watched porn nearly all day, rubbing herself all the way to multiple orgasms. With Mother gone all day, she was free to roam the house, a naked, developing, horny 15 year old.

Jessica couldn’t get enough. Time usually spent reading about advancements in science and technology, or effort spent practicing math, now was completely occupied by her sexuality. No matter how often she brought herself to orgasm, her desires never left. They only seemed to grow stronger.

Rubbing soon was not blissful enough for Jessica. She began to finger herself, shuddering at the feeling of something inside her. She would search through the house for objects to put inside her, and try almost anything, even going as far as carefully searching her mother’s room and bathroom, finding to great delight a long and thick vibrator.

Jessica’s sexuality had clearly not just awakened but also had a lot of energy. It couldn’t help itself, it seemed to consume her thoughts and cares, and she was happy to let it. The shower head, the washing machine, her mother’s vibrator, her pillow; Jessica now looked to her environment to push orgasms to new heights.

After a month of unstoppable pleasure, and constantly watching porn with real and kinky sex, Jessica soon started to crave more than just masturbation. But this would prove to be very problematic for Jessica. A sexually charged introvert is still an introvert.

Luckily, over the summer Jessica had grown very fast. Her previously flat chest was now a fully developed set of breasts that rivaled her Mother’s and continued to grow. Her butt had filled out and made her jeans tight, her form had become curvy and fertile, hips expanding outward and her skin growing softer and smoother.

With the right clothes and makeup, Jessica looked like a real slut. She had tried some clothes she had bought, the low-cut tops and the shortest shorts. Just as an experiment.

Jessica really liked looking like a slut. By now there was no denying it – she was crazy for cock and wanted to get rid of her virginity as fast as possible. Unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t be that simple.

Jessica was still a smart girl, and she devoted a great amount of resources to figuring out how to get cock. For a girl with no friends, no social life, no car, no job, no social media, and no daddy; This was a very difficult task for Jessica, and she took it very seriously.

The first thing she tried was, to her great surprise, going outside. Jessica would take walks out in the morning and at lunch through town, and would dress in her slutiest outfits, every week going a little farther in how much skin she would show. She would get guys to look at her, and it was an adrenaline rush. The adrenaline rush and sexual thrill would push her fantasies to new heights, but she still didn’t have cock by the end of the day.

Jessica redoubled her efforts. She started up social media accounts all across the web, and ran through her high school yearbooks sending friend and follow requests to every name she saw, especially the hot guys but also the slutiest looking girls. Knowing that her Mother was unconcerned about her and not on any social media, she found it easy to maintain a fairly suggestive profile, including slutty profile pictures and suggestive tweets.

She also started to walk around town in even sluttier outfits. Low cut tops became full-cleavage tops that were also cut at the waist to show her stomach and the curvature of her hips. Short shorts became short skirts, panties became something to leave at home. She developed a tan, and a enticing walk to go with her slutty outfits.

It was very exciting, and she even began to go out at night when Mother was asleep, walking all through the town’s suburbs, the rough parts and the upper class neighborhoods.

One night, sometime in the A.M. on one of the rougher streets, Jessica came upon an abandoned house with some party music coming out of it. It seemed to be winding down, but still, Jessica blended in with the crowd and made her way in.

Inside, Jessica found a rough high-schooler party. She could smell what she assumed to be weed, and heard the clinking of booze bottles. There wasn’t electricity in the abandoned place, so Jessica could walk amongst the girls and guys without worry of being recognized but she was still definitely noticed by the guys and girls. She had no panties, a short skirt, and barely a top in addition to lip gloss and well-done eyebrows. She looked sluttier than every girl there, despite still wearing her glasses. Jessica did like to keep some element of how she used to be.

As the party died down, several teens quietly left in pairs and groups, leaving those who hadn’t snatched someone or gotten tired.
The rough ones had waited for most people to leave before popping pills. One guy had heroin and a couple of his friends took needles with them into a bathroom.

Jessica throughout the party had been trying to play the prey, without much luck in terms of actual sex. So, she took a deep breath, and decided to play the predator instead.

Upstairs she found a guy, smoking a joint quietly to himself, sitting against the wall.

Jessica sat down in his lap, and her panty-less short skirt revealed to him her shaven, wet pussy. She stared into him deeply, her heart fluttering.

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End of part 1.
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