Hungry at home

Just in time before the sun went down, you made it into your room to undress privately.

Was anybody home right now? You hadn't heard Gwenn or your parents. Maybe they were still...

'John? Is that you sweety, I've -' Mom walked into your room, but her eyes went wide as she saw your naked body. 'Lauren!'

'Oh... hi miss Jones.' You yelp.

Mom jumps back behind the doorframe. 'I... I thought you were John.' You hear her say from the hallway.

'Tell him I'm watching Jenny's kids tonight, okay?' 'Tell him I want to talk to him when I get back home tomorrow.'

'Of course, Miss Jones.' You shout at your mother as she runs down the stairs. At least she was gone for the night. Maybe you should go too. Order a hotel or something, because how could you trust Gwen or your father after what they'd done to you two days ago?

Maybe tomorrow, when you were able to wear clothes again.

Feeling defeated, you let yourself fall back on the bed and stare at the bandages covering your new tattoo.

How bad could it be if they were removed too soon anyway? It wasn't as if you were keeping this body anyway.

No, no you didn't want to see it. Maybe this curiosity was better than knowing how that witch-lady had marked you as her toy.

With two hands on your belly, you fall back on your bed. It still smelled like your fathers cum in here. Disgusting. But despite yourself, the smell made your mouth water. Could it really be true that you now lived on cum only? It couldn't be possible, could it?

With trembling fingers, you grab your phone and look at the messages that woman sent you.

'Fuck.' You growl and pull your blankets in a ball against you. You'd never gone without eating for a whole day. Maybe if you just slept. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be back to normal the moment you woke up.