Adjusting to the Sensitivity

The rest of whatever Roadkill did was too blurry for me to remember. My lips were so sensitive now that I would be reduced to a wet giggly mess every time I tried to eat.

"Don't worry, you won't have an orgasm every time you eat something. Well, not usually, anyway," lectured Roadkill. "Your new nerves are a little raw and sensitive right now, so your brain is still adjusting. It will eventually settle at pretty much the same level of sensitivity as your clitoris."

I nodded, long pigtails bobbing. I was too nervous to risk speaking yet. I was going to need a new thong before I went back on-stage.

Things were getting out of my control. My entire midsection had been bimbified after the first round, along with permanent nipple piercings. Now I had permanently long, blonde dangling pigtails and super-sensitive hot pink lips, plus permanently hot pink fingernails and toenails. Just two rounds in and I was already starting to look like a wet dream.

If I didn't do something soon, I was going to be way too distracted to beat Chrissie.