Lynn continues to change

Lynn Odenfell stared at the red stains on the bottom of her underwear in disbelief. It had been more than twenty years since her last period. This shouldn't have been possible, but here she was.

Stumbling into the bathroom, Lynn caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. What she saw made her period seem normal. The woman staring back at her could not have been a day older than forty! Her wrinkles were almost gone and her skin was glowing! Her hair was still steel gray, but it seemed fuller and glossier than ever before.

"What's happening to me?" Lynn moaned.

It had to be the flowers. They had changed her. Messed with her body's chemistry, or something like that. Lynn was worried. Was she dying? God only knew what was in that pollen. She could be slowly succumbing to poison at this very moment.

Lynn paused and thought about it. She didn't feel like she was dying. Sure, she was cramping up pretty bad and her mood was in the gutter, but that all was par for the course when it came to periods. Other than those symptoms, she actually felt fine. No, not fine. Great!

"I'm getting young again," Lynn said softly. Her voice had changed as well. It was sweeter now, like it had been when she was young. "It feels so good."

Lynn pulled her nightshirt off and gasped in disbelief. Were her breasts getting bigger? She stared at her girls with growing wonder. They were plumper and perkier. Hell, they hadn't been this nice when she actually was young.

"I wonder what Anthony Maxwell would think if he saw me now," Lynn said with a smile. "With this body, I might make him forget about his little crush!"

Lynn's exuberant smile faded. She regretted how she sent the boy away. She had been so cold to him. He was probably at home wondering what he did wrong.

The trust was that Lynn didn't trust herself around the boy anymore. Not after what she did to him. For heavens sake, she practically assaulted him! She could still remember clearly how his crotch felt against her fingers. He was bigger than she expected - something she could not stop thinking about.

Then there was the kiss. Good God, she had kissed him! It was a miracle the boy's mother hadn't sent the entire damn police **** after her. Patricia Maxwell was a hard and frightening woman and not someone to cross.

Lynn tried to shake the thoughts away. She ran a hot shower and finished undressing, catching glimpses of her rejuvenating curves as she did so. She liked what she saw.

The hot water was deeply refreshing. It helped Lynn to relax and escape the confusion of the past few days. However, as the minutes dragged on, her mind began to wander back to Anthony. Such a lovely boy. So kind and intelligent. And with a big cock to boot!

"God forgive me," Lynn moaned, her fingers slipping to her wet pussy.

Soon, the shower was filled the moans of pleasure. Lynn Odenfell fondled her growing body, squeezing her perky tits and plumbing her depths until she was nothing more than a ball of gelatinous lust.