She woke up that morning relieved to know her thoughts were relatively clear. She had gone to sleep half-worried that Daniel was going to turn her into some kind of cum-guzzling bimbo. She still felt the hungry neediness in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn’t nearly as devastating present as it had been the day before.
She thought it was a bit like having a pebble in her shoe, she could only ignore it for so long, before something had to be done.
She crawled from her bed and inspected herself in the mirror and decided that perhaps he had left her alone after all. Being nearly constantly horny wasn’t the worst thing. Her pussy was super tight, but that wasn’t necessarily a problem either. While she was concerned at first, she had grown to appreciate her absurdly thick ass. As long as nothing else changed she figured she would be happy enough.
Once she made a trip to the bathroom to relieve her bowels, it became obvious something had changed after all. The experience wasn’t easy to describe. As the waste slid through her rectum at the very edge she was suddenly conscious of a slightly earthy, acrid flavor. The sensation lingered there in the lower bit of her rectum. It didn’t truly go away until after she had showered, and even then it only seemed to slowly dissipate.