For Monique, it's getting her lost time back

Being left out of Sierra's plan to infest the prison's inmates didn't mean Monique couldn't contribute a little. She didn't have the number of worms the others did and with no way to get them, she was left with only the one she could create asexually in time. Still, one was better than none, especially with what the blonde wanted and sensed she could do. She was disappointed she had been robbed of the joys of youth thanks to a moronic husband whose actions had landed her in Orchid Mantis to waste away well into middle age. She was jealous of the young women that were imprisoned with her and coveted their youthful bodies.

At least, she had. Now she had the power to do something about it. She sensed she only had one chance though, so choosing the proper target was a must. Though as luck would have it, she already had the perfect girl in mind: a young woman who was practically a bimbo all on her own, had earned her place in the prison entirely though her own merit, and was completely content to waste her life in the same way Monique had been **** to. In a way, the older woman was doing her a favor.

Nothing solidified Monique's determination to act more than how she found Vina, the curvy little strumpet that was her target. The blonde was dressed up, or rather dressed down, in what could charitably be called a bikini. A black strapless top clung to the upper slopes of her large, almost certainly fake breasts, leaving an abundance of under- and inner-boob bare to see. Her lightly tanned skin, also fake given the amount of time she spent inside, was perfectly even and contrasted her bleach blonde hair that stretched to her waspishly thin waist. Below that and the piercing that adorned her belly button was bikini bottoms that barely managed to cover her mound and twin, black and white striped stockings that gave her a little bit of thigh squish.

While Monique had to admit she was sexy in a fuckbait kind of way, she was also visibly and entirely vapid. Her long fake nails, droopy eyes and duckfaced lips were good examples, but not the easiest one. That award went to the shiny phone she had in her hand. Normally the inmates would never be allowed a device like that, but Daddy's little girl got whatever she asked for. Of course, the phone wasn't usable for anything useful, having had all connectivity capabilities stripped from it, but it was obvious Vina only wanted it for its camera anyway. Monique wondered just how many pictures that device contained while she waited for the stupid little blonde to notice her.

"Oh, Monie! I didn't know you were there, you should have said something!" Vina said with a little yelp once she finally noticed the mature woman standing off to the side. Monique stifled a scoff; if there was one undeniably good thing that her plan inspired, it was an immunity to the usual annoyance the young bimbo aroused in her. Though despite that, Monique still wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"Sorry, we didn't think of it," she said calmly, her eyes darting over to the large bed covered in pillows.

"Oh, that's okay! I, like, don't think about a lot of things!"

"Hmm, is that so?" Monique asked, entirely and utterly unsurprised.

"Tehe, yeah! So, uhh, what are you, like, doing here?" Vina asked, the very image of ignorance. Monique smiled in response. Had she been smarter, Vina might have recognized the predatory look in the middle-aged blonde's eyes.

"We need your help with something, Vina."

The fake-boobed girl looked at Monique with a healthy dose of confusion. "You do? Like, really? Usually no one wants my help with things! They say I'm no good at learnering." Monique almost felt bad for the young woman as she said that.

"Don't worry, Vina, you'll be perfect for this. In fact, I think you'll be a natural. So why don't you lay down on the bed and we'll get started?"

"M'kay!" the younger of the two exclaimed excitedly, overjoyed at being needed for once. "What now?"

"Well, first I think we should both take our clothes off. Have you ever heard of skinship?"

"Uhhh, I dunno, I don't, like, think so?" the floozy girl said with confusion, wondering why the older woman wanted them to be naked even as she pulled on the strings to her top.

"Well, don't worry about it. What do you think of my body?"

"Uh, I dunno, you look kinda like my mom. Except her boobies are bigger. Yours are like mine were, before Daddy got me these!" She energetically cupped her bare boobs and jiggled them slightly. "They make me, like, so much hotter. But I couldn't touch them for a while, 'cause they hurt."

"Oh, do you touch them sometimes?" Monique asked as she climbed onto the bed as well, the conversation going exactly where she thought and hoped it would.

"Oh my gawd, like, all the time!"

"And what about down here?" she asked, running her slightly wrinkled fingers along bare thigh and up to Vina's labia.

"How'd you know?!" the little hussy gasped, completely surprised that her secret had been exposed. The girl's earnestness genuinely made Monique laugh a little as she continued trailing her fingers over Vina's lower lips.

"Just a guess, lots of girls do it. It makes you feel good, right?"

"Uhh huh..." Vina droned, her mouth hanging open as tingles of pleasure spread from the other blonde's fingers.

"That's what I need your help with. I need you to feel as good as you can, okay? And when you're going to cum, I want you to cum super hard. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yeahh...." Vina moaned, already feeling overwhelmed. Her one-track mind was fully focused on feeling good to the exclusion of all else, including worrying about how Monique could possibly be reaching so deep into her.

The answer was, of course, that she wasn't. The dark little worm she had snuck into her hand was responsible for creeping deeper and deeper into the overwhelmed young woman's pussy. Once it reached her womb...Monique shivered with desire and anticipation, waiting eagerly for the feeling she knew would come.

"Mmm, ohhh Monie, sshhhoo gooo-AH!" Vina yelped as the worm finally breached her cervix and rooted itself in her uterus. Coupled with her only increasing need, she very clearly didn't know what to do, which gave Monique a moment to wince herself as the other end of the worm dug into her palm. She didn't let the momentary pain distract her, quickly going back to rubbing Vina's clit while the worm stimulated deeper inside.

"Do you remember what I said about cumming?" the older woman asked her flushed younger counterpart. The girl was steeped in pleasure and beyond words, but she could still nod. "You can go ahead and cum nice and hard for me whenever you want."

Vina clearly took Monique's words to heart as her panting increased and mewls of bliss became louder. Despite the foreign feeling filling her up, she couldn't stop how good it all felt. The feelings building up in her body wouldn't be denied and her doubly limited mind couldn't do anything but exactly what Monique had said. With a sharp cry of joy, her brain whited out and she came as hard as she ever had.

"Yes, Vina, just like tha-aaaahh!! I can feel it, YES!!" Both women were sent into spine-tingling spasms, their voices echoing the same joy. Vina's pulses of pleasure were what made her scream, but Monique's were different, throatier and speaking to a deeper pleasure. From her palm and up her arm came pulses of what could only be described as life itself. It snapped and sparked in her veins and on her nerves before sinking into her bones and rejuvenating her skin. Already she could feel the slight aches in her joints fading while her skin tightened everywhere. Her hair gained lustre, her breasts lifted, and her wrinkled smoothed. And as Vina's cried faded and the feeling stopped, Monique felt starved for more.

"OOOoooooo, Monie, that was...! AHH, NO, I'm still, like, super tingly!" Vina cried as the older woman immediately began diddling her again with barely a moment to rest.

"No, don't worry your pretty, empty little head about that," Monique purred, her voice a tone warmer than before. "Why don't you make us both feel good and cum again instead?" Vina's back arched as she did just that, her second climax suffocating her already fuzzy brain. She could hear Monique's voice, but not what she was saying, not until the clouds in her head moved a little. "And again." Orgasm rolled back in. "And again." She felt like her pussy was made of sparkles. "And again." All she could see was flashing and pink. "And again." Someone was screaming. They sounded so happy. "And again."

Monique kept fucking the poor little blonde, sucking out more of her exquisite vitality with every orgasm until her own body had regained its youth. She was overjoyed to once again feel her skin tight and her tits pert. Her hair was full and flowed in a smooth sheet around her rejuvenated, beautiful face. She could stop, she thought, looking over Vina. The young woman looked a bit less young, more in her thirties than in her twenties, but still had the lustre of youth in her. Monique could stop and leave the drained girl with what she had left. Or, she thought with a cruel smile, take it all for herself.

"Mon....MON...MONIQUE!!!" Vina panted and then screamed as the other woman pushed her to climax for the final time, liberally taking from her to the point that Vina could feel it happening.

"Yesss, give it all to us! You don't deserve it, give it to us!!" The once again youthening woman cried with relish as she felt her body change more drastically and sexually. Her skin gained a soft shine, her lips plumped up, and her voice changed just slightly. They were all changes designed to subtly boost her attractiveness, though what followed definitely wasn't. Her face warmed as bits of fat flowed to it and softened her features, while her chest and ass practically burned as the same happened to a much greater degree. Her pert boobs blossomed with extra tissue they'd never had before, swelling with volume and weight that didn't seem to pull them down as much as it should. With every deep breath she could feel them, jiggling and shifting with lewd promise. Her ass was much the same: big, wide, and sexy. The perfect thing to be grabbed while being fucked from any direction.

Feeling the flow of energy from Vina stop, she finally pulled herself away, letting the worm connected to her palm detach and slither fully into the woman, who was limply convulsing as her body tried to cope with the sudden loss of years of her life. Monique didn't care, hurrying over to the mirror Vina had been posing in not so long ago. Though she had been critical of the little slut at the time, now that she could see herself, she understood the desire to show herself off. To show off the sexy body she had wrested from Vina and time itself to its full, whorish potential. Scooping a random top off the floor and pulling it on, Monique let her eyes half close and released a lustful sigh, casually slipping a tit out from the pink garment and cupping it. Oh yeah, she'd definitely find plenty of appreciators.

"Aww, sweetie, you're panting. Are you, like, okaa~aay? Are you hot? Hehe, I sure am. How about you come here and fuck us to make it better..." came Vina's voice, much huskier than it had been before. Monique turned to see an incredible MILF of a bimbo that only barely looked her new age. Her lips were pursed in the same kissing shape they had been when Monique had walked in, but that was pretty much the only recognizable holdover. Everything else was the sexy cheekbones of a model, skin out of a lotion display, hair from shampoo commercials, and the massive, probably still fake tits of a lifelong, well-to-do slut.

"Like, what's wrong? Don't you want to fuck us? Our pussy is so wet!" Vina exclaimed with passion, proving that, if nothing else, her mind had remained practically untouched. It seemed nothing, not even being controlled by a parasitic brain worm, could help the bimbo's intelligence.

"Oh! We know!" the dim-witted MILF said with triumph and a bounce that send hypnotic jiggles through her body. "You think we're all, like, s...sel...only thinky about us, but you want to cum too! 'Cause you, like, made us cum sooo~oooo much!" Vina's eyes rolled back a little; she seemed to cum a little mid-sentence, hips shaking instinctively. The scraps of her mind rose back up a few seconds later, her energy not diminished in the slightly. "How about you come sit on our face and we'll, like, diddly your clitty! And munch your muffin! And-"

"Good idea, Vina," Monique cut off the now older woman quickly, not wanting her to go on endlessly or hurt herself trying to think too hard.

"Of course it is! We have the bestest ideas!!" She might have tried to say more, but the made-younger blonde pushed her down and lowered her wet snatch towards swollen lips.

"Put your money where your mouth is then!" she exclaimed, mashing her pussy to Vina's plump cocksuckers. Finally in her element, the bimbo instantly went to work, plying all the sexual skill she had swirling in her empty head. It was actually a considerable amount and as she was hurried towards her first earnest climax, Monique thought that at least the bimbo between her legs was good at one thing. Then she was too busy orgasming and reveling in her new body to worry about such things.