Daniela Succumbs

Daniela strained her eyes at her monitor, hoping desperately to speed the process of testing up. If she could just put in two or three more hours of solid work, she could leave. The problem was the "solid work" part.

Since the last of her co-workers had left, Daniela's visions had worsened. Every few minutes, a vivid image of a naked pair of breasts or a turgid dick would flash in her mind. These experiences weren't limited to Daniela's mind either.

Her pussy was now a sopping wet mess. Each new fantasy brought another gush of girl-honey into Daniela's panties. She was beginning to worry they were going to soak through.

Even worse, Daniela's small, perky breasts felt swollen. Her nipples were as hard as iron and poking painfully against her blouse. Her chest begged to be touched, prodded, cupped.

Daniela desperately tried to realign herself. This project needed finishing. What was causing these fantasies? Why now?

At that moment, Daniela fixed her gaze upon her newest office decoration. It clicked in an instant.

The little jar had not changed. Neither had the little octopus-creature within. Still, Daniela felt certain this unassuming little object was the cause of her torment.

It was time to end this nonsense. Daniela reached forward and grasped the small jar with her right hand, intending to dump it in the break-room trashcan. As the young office worker's fingers brushed the cool glass of the jar, all hell broke loose.

A lightning jolt of sensation ran right up Daniela's fingers, filling her entire core. At the same moment, another fantastic mental image filled Daniela's brain. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it made all the prior visions seem like nothing at all.

Daniela imagined herself on top of Alicia. Rutting. Mating. Filling her best friend with something that ached and throbbed. She could feel her friends big tits quivering in her firm grasp. Could smell the woman's sweet breath. It felt real. Like Daniela was right there, experiencing everything first hand.

Then the vision was gone, replaced with a ****, mad need to act on this fantasy. Without thinking, Daniela shoved her right hand down her dress pants, fingering her pussy madly. With her left hand, she unbuttoned her blouse and started fondle her tender, aching breasts.

The young woman collapsed from her chair onto the floor, enraptured in the sheer pleasure of the moment. Within the small jar, the creature began to stir...