The Second Day - Morning

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Lisa's face. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the familiar sight of her room. The first thing she did was reach for her phone on the bedside table, her fingers automatically unlocking it. The screen lit up, revealing a dozen contacts with crude nicknames. "Big Dick Danny", "Hairy Balls Harry", "Thick Cock Chris". She giggled, a girlish sound that echoed in the room. She was dating all of them, fucking each of them every day, and each of them thinking they were the only one. The thrill of the secret affairs excited her, made her feel alive. There were nine more of her lovers with similar nicknames. She knew all about their dicks and balls. She sucked each of them, licked each of them, and loved the smell of each of them. And it was fucking cool!

She tossed the covers aside, her body glistening with sweat from the night's activities. She stood up, stretching her limbs and feeling the familiar ache in her muscles.

Eliza made her way to the bathroom, her mind already on the day ahead. She turned on the shower, the warm water cascading down her body. She reached for her favorite sex toy, a purple dildo that she had named "Mr. Big". She used it to pleasure herself, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.

nwardly, she understood that she was becoming a natural slut, but she could not restrain herself. Her libido grew day by day. “At this rate,” Eliza thought, or as she now called herself Lisa, “in a couple of days, instead of these two vibrators in my pussy and ass, I will be **** to throw myself at the first man I meet, if only there was a bigger dick!”. Lisa noted with some surprise that she calmly uttered in her mind words that she would never have said before. The vibrator buzzed in her trained cunt, sending waves of pleasure into her brain, noticeably numb from the curse. She felt good and curious - would she be able to say all this out loud? Apparently this didn't conflict with the curse program, so Lisa was easily able to mutter, "I'm a dirty fucking slut wanking my cunt with a vibrator!" It wasn't entirely true, of course. She certainly wasn't dirty. For now, anyway. But as if in response to these words, she felt the first orgasm. When he swept over her body, Lisa could not help the groan of pleasure scattered, as it seemed to her, throughout the house.

Having already gathered herself, putting on her uniform of the captain of the cheerleaders, which she herself, in this reality, finalized so that the skirt, in principle, would not cover the bottom of her chic, pumped-up elastic ass, in which the smallest thongs she could find were hidden, she understood that her desire to fuck almost did not decrease. Cursing, the girl threw herself into bed, moved her thong, exposing her carefully shaved, at the request of her 11 lovers, elastic pussy and furiously attacked her with her vibrator. Time was ticking, breakfast was waiting for her downstairs, but the orgasm still didn't come, although it was so close... Lisa took in more air and almost screamed on her exhale: "I'm a fucking, dirty, vulgar, vulgar whore, with a torn cunt full of cocks!" - this time the wave of orgasm was so strong that she was bent by a spasm of pleasure, and the juices splashed onto the wall, soiling both the thongs and the skirt from the inside. Lisa had no time to change, so she straightened her thongs and rushed downstairs. Her stupid brain didn't even notice that she now smelled of sweat and sex no worse than a street whore. The only thing missing was the scent of semen... But he was waiting for her at school."

"Elizabeth! You've completely lost your temper! With age, you finally turned into a disgusting whore!" Lisa's mother, a stern woman with a sharp tongue, started the attack from the threshold, not even waiting for Lisa to sit down at the table. Her voice echoed through the house, filled with disappointment and anger. "You screamed so that you could be heard on the street!" - it was a clear exaggeration, but the message was clear.

"I raised you as a worthy woman, and what you have become! Do you fuck with everyone or do you have a little bit of a choice with whom to sleep with?" Her mother's words were like daggers, cutting deep into Lisa's heart. But Lisa was not one to back down.

"Mom, the fact that you have a menopause and you haven’t fucked with dad for a long time is not my problem. Stop taking out your anger on me!" Lisa retorted, her voice steady despite the harsh words.

"What? You little cocksucker! You stink like a street hooker!" Her mother's face turned red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Oh mom, how do you know what street whores smell like? Have work experience?" Lisa shot back, a smirk playing on her lips. The argument escalated, and Lisa left the house without finishing her breakfast, leaving her mother in a state of shock and disbelief.

Across town, Gina woke up to the sound of her alarm. She groaned, rolling over to turn it off. She didn't reach for her phone first thing in the morning. Instead, she got up and went straight to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, her mind filled with thoughts of Alex. She had been crushing on him for months now, and she was determined to make him hers. Once dressed, Gina looked at Alex's photo again. Yes, she tried to stop being a whore, but so far it hasn't worked out well. And now, her mouth filled with saliva, and her wet pussy squelched between her legs. Unable to restrain herself, she threw herself on the bed and began to caress herself, first with her hands, and then with a vibrator, imagining that she was doing this with Alex. The orgasm came very soon. He was not as stormy as Lisa's, but just like Lisa's, he was firmly imprinted on her clothes. Gina smelled no better than Lisa now. However, it didn't bother her. Her slutty nature gave her the idea that perhaps this scent would be another weapon to seduce Alex.

"And here is my little slut galloping up," her mother said with a good-natured smile, putting pancakes on Gina's plate. "Don't deny it, I can feel how you smell. You smell like fucking from a mile away." They had a very small age difference with their mother. In the past reality, her mother gave birth to her at the age of 13. In this one, at 16. Unlike her best friend's dry and boring mother, her mother herself was her second best friend. Mary, at 34, looked more like a sister than a mother, and more like a peer than an older one. She was extremely sexy and uninhibited. Yes, in this reality she has become more modest ... But only a little. Like her daughter, she had huge boobs, which she always shamelessly showed off, steep hips with a thin waist emphasized her beauty. And the young face did not allow her to give more than 22 years. And yes, she and Mary shared all the secrets, joys, resentments, broken hearts and so on. In a past reality, Mary herself gave her her first vibrator at age 12, saying that it was better than Gina giving birth at 13.

"Mom, you're embarrassing me," Gina said, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. But her mother just laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Oh, honey, there's no need to be embarrassed. We're all adults here. And besides, it's natural. It's not like you're the first teenager to discover the joys of self-pleasure," she said, her voice filled with understanding and a hint of mischief.

"But mom, it's not just about that. I... I have feelings for Alex," Gina confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mother's eyes softened, and she reached across the table to take Gina's hand.

"Oh, sweetie, that's wonderful. Alex is a great guy. But remember, you're still young. Don't rush into anything. Take your time to explore your feelings and make sure it's what you really want," she advised, her voice filled with warmth and love.

As the day went on, both girls went about their usual routines, their minds filled with thoughts of what the future might hold. But as the clock struck noon, they both felt a sudden sense of dread. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with fear. They knew what was coming. Their reality was about to be replaced by another one, and they had no idea what to expect.