Freak out

“What the hell was that?!” Wendy yelled while gagging. The taste and texture was even worse than she remembered. She ran over to her purse, grabbed her container of mints and poured the rest into her mouth, chewing viciously to nuke the taste from her mouth- hoping that the mint wasteland would cleanse her memory from what had just happened as well.

She ran to the windows to close and lock them, lowering the blinds for just another degree of protection to prevent that happening again.

She poured herself some liquor to try to make sense out of everything.

Halfway through her drink, she felt her mind starting to return to her. The whole situation seemed so nonsensical that it didn’t seem possible. No matter how real it seemed, there had to be some other explanation.

“Come on, Wendy! Cum doesn’t just fly into Windows. You must have imagined it. Or dreamt it or something”