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Mom was getting increasingly worried as she watched her ex-son's increasingly strange behavior through the kitchen windows. One minute he was raking the grass, the next he was trying to deep-throat the rake handle with an absent face expression.

She took a few days off of her cashier job to be closer to Jordan in this time of trouble. Her signature chicken soup continued to boil on the stove as she went outside to check if everything was okay. As she approached Jordan, who was clearly struggling to keep concentrated on the simple job of clearing the lawn from the cut grass, the girl fell into her hands, bursting into tears a second after that.

"Mom... I'm daydreaming of being fucked in all of my holes sexy latex outfits, I'm craving for sperm dripping down my throat, I know, it's so bad, but it's overwhelming me... Mom, help me, I'm turning into something I don't want!"

Mom did not know what to do, so she just hugged Jordan and started crying with her. It made her remember the passing of Grandma. Just like with Alzheimer, she was witnessing one of her dearest people becoming less and less of a person they used to be. Jordan bent in her knees, and Mom realized that she was no heavier than 130 lbs, while her son used to weigh 150 and was considered skinny. The black collar on Jordan's neck was already half an inch thick, while the letters engraved on it went bright white, making them harder and harder to be ignored.

"My Jordan, I'll always be there for you, no matter how much of your old you stays."

"Is that my name?" — Jordan thought. — "Did I forget it already? Cumslaves don't need names."

***

*bzzzzzzztt*

"Jordan, it's Emily!"

No answer.

"I guess you can come in. Maybe he's still there."

Emily decided to pay her boyfriend a visit due to him not answering her text messages. She went straight to Jordan's room and opened the door slowly.

His bed was occupied by a girl with already bigger than modest breasts and gaping open pussy. She could tell because that girl was naked except for the collar on a vaguely familiar head.

"Jordan, is that you?" — Emily was in pure shock. She was visibly shaking, not expecting that tiny collar to do something like that to the same man that was now sitting on her bed, chanting "Tasty cocks", bouncing lightly after each repeat of the phrase. After the question, Jordan stopped and looked at the guest.

"If you didn't bring a strapon, I'm not interested."

"It's me, Emily! Emily, your girlfriend!" — she grasped her new soft cheeks, barely holding away the tears. After a few seconds of staring into her eyes with an open jaw, Jordan whispered slowly:

"Forget about Jordan. Go away." — and after another inhale, — "You. Can. Not. _Cum. _Save. Me. Cum. Cum. Cum. Tasty cum. Fuck me."

Mom watched Emily run past her, thanking her for letting her in, before leaving the house in a hurry. The atmosphere of despair in the Brownton house was thickening with each hour.

***

Next morning, Jordan woke up with a dry throat. Drinking water did not help it, so she decided to ignore it for the time being and do something else. Brittany was in the university an hour worth of bus stops away for the whole day, so her new sister decided to browse through her wardrobe to find something wearable.

With great disappointment Jordan found out that Britt was more into frills and layers than snug fitting. She held her red prom dress and its petticoats with utter disgust. Her shoes were even more outrageous. All of them were flats or slight wedges! Heels are uncomfortable — why would she have them?

After that, Jordan wanted to visit Mom's bedroom, but she was still there, so the girl decided to search in one more place she did not check yet. Yes. The attic.