midnight snack

The girls had no way to know how the ventilation system in the house was set up. A good chance even Jack didn't, not really. Who checks to see how their vents set up? But the same passage that resonated the girl's heated voices that night transmitted a powerful, chemically alerted smell into their bedroom. Leaning in each other's arms, they were drawn to it, filling their dreams and amplifying the ones the subliminals were already causing.

It was perhaps 3am when Jack's door cracked open to admit yep silent figures, noses turned up, eyes nearly closed, their brains still mostly sleep but unable to resist an animalistic pheromone as they sought the source. Barefoot and naked they crossed his floor and passed into his bathroom, kneeling before his toilet. Soft moans escaped their lips as they came closer, breathing the cold, congealed sperm on the porcelain. It didn't take long for tongues to snake out, greedy as they swallowed, rolling it around in their mouths, introducing his sperm to their bloodstream, only a few minutes until it penetrated their brains, altering them perhaps forever, beginning a process that might be irreversible.