Bad news? More like creepy news...

Tapping her finger on the table, Rachel looked like she was trying to find the right words. This made me worry. What she actually said, however, made my face go pale. "Well...the bad news is that she's still hopelessly thinking about you. She called me "Johnny" three or four times. She also thanked me for bring her a bowl of 'Johnny'," she explained nervously. "She's also carved your picture onto the wall using what I think is a nail file. An anatomically correct picture at that."

I almost choked on my toast. Jenny did as well, but that was because she was trying to laugh. "Se...Seriously?!" Jenny managed after a bit of coughing. "Like, right down to the size of his big ol' Mousey member?" I decided not to mention that "mousey member" did not sound like a compliment. I knew what she meant anyway.

Rolling her eyes, Rachel sipped her juice. "Well, I didn't break out the measuring tape, but I'd say that if she was going just from memory, it was fairly accurate. She also seems to have broken several dildos...I honestly didn't know she owned more than two," she went on. I swallowed hard.

"Wh...what do you mean 'broken'?" I stammered. Biting her lips, Rachel toyed with her fingers. "Well...she broke them in half by...crushing them." Oh fuck... Jenny looked more impressed than anything else. I was sure my face showed nothing but horror at this revelation.

"Kim crushed them with her cooch?! Jeez, I feel bad for you, M..." Jenny was cut off by Rachel's hand covering her mouth. "She was in a sexual frenzy. This greatly elevated her strength. I promise, she wouldn't be able to do that normally," Rachel said, apparently trying to reassure me. It wasn't really working.

**** for it, I asked for the good news. "Well, she's lucid for one thing...well, mostly," Rachel offered. "She knows what's happening and is glad you understand her situation. She estimates she should be okay by tonight...but I told her we'd be waiting until tomorrow afternoon to be safe. She was annoyed, but didn't argue much. Also, she wasn't masturbating when I entered, so her frenzy has died down. She's just...hopelessly obsessing over you at this point. ...and talking to the carving some times..."

Putting her dishes away, Jenny bounced over to me, apparently feeling much better and rested her milky jugs on my head, apparently enjoying their new size...or at the very least the way they could...well...get my attention. "Sheesh, all this over some whacks on the backside, eh, Mousey? Maybe next time you'll just send her to bed without dinner," she teased.

Sighing, Rachel made a shooing motion with her hands. "Jenny, get your boobs off his head," she instructed. Jenny did so, shrugging. "Yeah, you're right...he prefers yours anyway," Jenny mused, causing Rachel to spit juice back into her glass...and onto the table. This sent Jenny into a fit of laughter as Rachel attempted to play down her reaction...as well as hide the fact that this probably pleased her to know.