Meanwhile, at Allens house

You rub your face several times, then lift your head from the sink and look in the mirror. You barely recognize the woman that looks back at you, not for her aspect which is the same as before, but for the devil hiding under that pretty surface.

"Oh my god. It can't really have happened. How am I gonna look Mike in the face?" Especially considering that he will always remember the stain he left after your little service. Then you have cleaned up, left, and went home, but you came to your senses only after opening the door. You didn't even have lunch, not that you're hungry.

"Doing that, in his office, with everybody outside! What if someone has seen us? What if they tell people? Oh Jesus, what if Emily founds out?".

The woman is now hyperventilating, but soon her expression freezes.

-Not bad, but I can do better. Let's take a deep breath. I'm a shocked person, I'm frightened by myself. I have a new split personality very, very naughty. I'm scared, I should think more scared.-.

"What? I'm not-I'm not pretending! This is not me, this is... this is awful!".

The woman wrinkles her nose: -Mmh, I have to work on the post-reaction. Next time I'll be more convincing, I'll make hubby totally tilt.-.

"Next time? No, no, I have to stop now! What, what am I doing?".

You've started groping your tits, giggling like a schoolgirl after her first kiss.

-No wonder why he got transfixed by those boobies. Should expose'em more.-.

You can't even formulate a coherent thought, this being absolutely impossible, yet it was happening.

-Uuh, bubbly!-.

"I'm mad. I've gone crazy. I have to call the doctor.".

-Here, here's the spirit! My pussy is all wet!- You exclaim. You pass your index finger between your legs, collecting some humidity and causing a pleasant thrill.

-It was worth it, getting rid of that soccer mom attitude and starting to enjoy life properly!-.

"It was... worth it?".

-Absolutely. Best experience of my life. I was ultimately myself, the actual Maddison Allen, not some dull caricature of the perfect wife!-.

"The actual... Maddison...".

Yeah, you're right. It makes total sense. You aren't a modest woman, that's only the facade, you are an apex predator. What you've done and how you feel about it are the proofs. How could you hide it for so long? Finally, you can acknowledge the smile of the woman in the mirror as yours, of Maddison, of the true Maddison. Enough with faux modesty! You deserve to fully live your body.

-Mmm... I have a kinky idea. I could pretend... to be a horny teenage boy inside this body.- You squeeze again: -I've never been able to land my hands on tits like these, and now they're all mine. Oh god, they're even better than my dick.-.

"I... yes... hubby will like it...".

Your sensual trance is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

-Hi mom, I'm home!- You hear coming from the entrance.

"Emily! ...I can't let her see me like this!" Well, honestly that wouldn't be a prob-

-Mom, are you there?-.

"NO!!! I can't! What was I thinking? No, no, this isn't me! Someone is controlling my thoughts, my voice! I have to warn Emily!".

-Yes honey, I'm in the bathroom, I'll be there in a minute.- You instead say. You should stop for a moment the act, you'll restart later, maybe with her even...

You look in horror at your crotch, realizing the excitement those devious twists are causing in you.

"You, you monster! You won't lay a finger on her!!!".

Your mouth opens again, but this time you manage to keep your control, although a lump clogs your throat; it's listening to her talk casually about having to go to the bathroom that gives you the strength to speak aloud.

-Emily listen, you have to stay away from me!- You pause for a second, out of breath.

-Mom?-.

-I beg you, don't come here! No, stop!- You add as her steps come closer: -Don't open the door! I'm a danger to you!-.

-Mom?- Her voice is trembling, you can perceive her fear and it destroys you: -Mom what's happening? Are you sick?-.

You rumble on the door, an immense **** tempts you to open; you rather lock and throw the key in the toilet bowl. Just in time: the handle spins freely.

-So you want to make it difficult.- Someone murmurs with your tongue: -Ok, let's keep this "scared mother" act then. You are very naughty indeed, Maddie.-.

-Why did you close the door? Where did you put the spare key? Mom what's going on?-.

-Emily, you have to do as I say.- Your voice shakes too but you hold back the tears: -Whatever it is... I'm sorry, I think it's contagious. I'm afraid it has taken your aunt too.-.

-A-Aunt Jess?-.

-Honey, I need you to be strong. Call your father and tell him to meet you somewhere safe. Don't... don't tell me where. And if someone seems strange to you, no matter who they are, just run away. Even if you see me.-.

Silence for a second, her steps become confused.

-An illness... it takes people... please, tell me it's a joke mom. You're-You're scaring me.-.

You feel the first drops running down your cheeks. This is too painful. You just want it to end.

-I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. It makes me feel, it makes me want things... terrible things. Even now, I feel it growing inside of me. I can't let it harm you! Please, I'm imploring you, go away!!!-.

-But you are strong!- She still disobeys you, your devoted child: -You-You can fight it! We can find a solution, we-we can call the doctor and-and everything will be fine!-.

She wants everything to be fine. You cover your mouth with your hand. She won't hear your sobs.

-I'm sorry! It shouldn't be you saying it, it should be me! I wish, I wish I could tell you it will go like this. I really do. I wish I could protect you. ...But I know you'll make it.-.

You rest on the door, exanimate. You hear your daughter's body leaning on the other side. The urge quiets for a second.

-I can't leave you like this.-.

-You have to. I love you, Emily, you'll make me proud. Please, now go.- You know that your voice would make her hesitate again, so these are your last words. You lay your open palm on the door, imagining touching her. Maybe she's doing the same.

Eventually, she rises up and walks away. She's crying, but you continue to be silent. Suddenly you are torn apart by a very strong headache, and those dreadful fantasies that gave you respite come back to crowd your mind. You drag yourself to the bowl and you flush the toilet. At least, you think, this will slow it down. At least, Emily is safe.

You are startled. The fear itself has been overridden by shock, a minute ago you were coming back from your friend's house like any other day, and now your mother is pleading you to run away from her, raving about some disease. She didn't even want you to see her, to talk to her in person, since she has locked herself in the bathroom. This is so unreal. This is so wrong. You just want to open that door and resume your everyday life. Hug your mom. That it was only a horrible joke.

But she wouldn't joke about things like this. Oh god, it's really happening, something really, really bad. You're in danger and you don't even know why. And you're mother... Tears dripping on your face, you turn around one last time ideally looking at her.

"Mom, I-I'll save you." You promise. You cry for a few more seconds, and you finally open the door.