Nope. But let’s see what breaks first — the fabric or their will.

Alex’s breath still came fast, heart racing from the slap of her cock against the underside of the kitchen counter. She clutched the table and pulled her towel tighter, pretending it hadn’t happened. Hannah didn’t move either, her gaze distant and dreamy, the kind of look people wore when worshiping something they couldn’t name.

Something had to change. Alex couldn’t keep hiding behind the damp fabric. Her old clothes didn’t fit. Her body was different. And Hannah, hopelessly enthralled, was already moving like this was normal.

“You cannot go shopping in that,” Hannah said, breaking the silence. She pointed to the towel. “They are going to think you are smuggling a pair of cantaloupes and a baguette.”

Alex gave her a flat look, then sighed.

“I will clean the room,” Alex said. “You sort the clothes. Only bring what fits. If it reeks of… you know. Leave it.”

Hannah winked. “Sure. Responsible adult mode. Activated.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “We will grab what we can, then find a small store. I do not want to make a scene.”

“There is a boutique near the old bus stop,” Hannah offered. “Quiet, private, and the girl who works there is… interested.”

“Interested?” Alex repeated.

“She stares. She leans in when she talks. And she sniffs,” Hannah said, all in one breath. “You’ll see.”

Alex just grunted. “Let’s go.”

She stood at the closed door of her room, hand on the knob, garbage bag clutched in her fist. A low warmth seeped from the frame like breath. The air pulsed against her skin. Even now, she felt it.

The pheromones hadn’t faded. They had thickened and fermented. A faint shimmer of lavender traced the gap under the door, visible only if you looked for it. Her sanctum was changing.

She opened the door.

The wave rolled over her, thick and slow. Pressure and perfume. Her skin prickled. Her breath hitched. The haze hovered near the ceiling now, settling like incense in a holy place.

She moved anyway. Her thoughts were clear, but her body shook. She gathered clothes. Bagged the worst of it. Wiped what surfaces she could. Her cock throbbed with every breath, but her mind held steady.

Hannah moved beside her, sorting drawers. She watched more than she worked. “Try these,” she said, holding up shorts.

Alex sighed, stepped into them, and tugged. They caught halfway up her thighs.

“They are tight,” she grunted.

“You are gorgeous when you struggle,” Hannah murmured.

Alex turned and shoved her onto the bed, pinning her face into a still-damp patch.

“This what you wanted?” she hissed.

“Yes,” Hannah breathed.

Alex let her go. “Then move faster.”

Hannah obeyed. She cleaned, sort of. The tissues tore. The mess smeared. She tried a towel. It soaked through. She gave up, dragging it to Alex’s desk and laying it out like a sacred cloth.

“The trash can is full,” she said. “It is better to leave it here and to keep it all together.”

Alex frowned. “You are not seriously leaving that.”

Hannah didn’t look up. “Of course not. It is just temporary. And it is not like we are having guests.”

Alex didn’t believe her, but the heat made her slow to argue. Her mind felt soft, edges dulled by the scent clinging to her skin and hair. She lingered at the threshold for a second longer, staring at the small altar taking shape atop her desk, before tightening her grip on the garbage bag and stepping out.

In the bathroom, she paused. The mirror showed someone she still wasn’t used to seeing hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, a goddess trapped in skin that refused to quiet. She dropped the bag beside the tub and stripped without ceremony.

Then she turned the water up. Then higher. Steam rolled around her. It stung but didn’t burn or even truly hurt. She knew it should have. The heat was enough to redden her skin, to make her breath hitch in her throat, but it never crossed the threshold into real pain. Instead, it teased her. The sting stirred something inside her, and her cock grew harder.

The heat fed her in ways she didn’t expect. She thought about what she was becoming, what she already was. Her transformation wasn’t just skin deep. It lived in her bones now and thrived in her nerves. The unnatural pleasure thrummed like a heartbeat like fire needing only a spark. The water gave her just enough pain to keep her grounded, just enough relief to make her think she could still fight it.

But she needed the heat. It was the only thing strong enough to strip away the filth, to melt the pheromone-laced tension in her skin and flush it down the drain.

She leaned into the tile. Her cock pulsed.

From the hallway, Hannah’s voice moaned her name. It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t subtle. It was raw and loud and unmistakable.

Alex knew she couldn’t stop it. At best, Hannah needed this too, to purge her mind, to center herself, even if it meant making noise or leaving another mess. At worst, if Alex stormed out now, they’d spiral into another night of nothing but sweat and sheets and loss of control.

She exhaled hard through her nose. She had to let it happen. She could at least take care of the problem currently twitching at her lower stomach.

Listening to her sister scream her name with rising desperation, Alex grabbed her cock and let the steam smother her hesitation.

She moaned low, biting her lip, and reached for the garbage bag beside the tub. She dumped out the few clean clothes that remained and crouched low. Her hand moved fast. The orgasm tore through her. It was thick, burning, intense. She came into the bag. It sagged beneath her, only to bulge again as another wave slammed through her.

After, she rinsed, scrubbed her thighs pink, and stepped out of the shower, still trembling.

She tied the bag closed. The clothes inside were ruined, but she could not throw it away. She set it beside the tub like an offering.

Her cock softened just enough to move. She wiped the mirror and stepped into the hall.

Hannah sat on the floor. “Your turn,” Alex said.

Hannah rose slowly, brushing her shoulder against Alex as she passed. “You trying to get me clean for public consumption?”

“Both,” Alex muttered.

Once Hannah was in the bathroom, Alex made her way back to the bedroom. The pile of clothes Hannah had collected sat at the foot of the bed, haphazard and mixed. She knelt beside it and began sorting. Most of her old shirts wouldn’t even fit over her chest now. Pants clung too tightly at the hips. Some things hadn’t even been washed, a few still damp with the air of the room.

Sifting deeper, she found a few of Hannah’s pieces mixed in. Loose, stretchy, unmistakably hers. Alex sighed and kept digging, pulling together something passable. She chose a loose crop top that smelled faintly of her sister’s perfume and a pair of joggers she remembered once calling too small—now barely large enough to hold her shape.

They clung everywhere, but she managed to get them on. The top hung off one shoulder, and the waistband of the joggers hugged too tightly at her hips. She adjusted everything until she felt just barely presentable. Then she layered on a hoodie to hide what she could. They barely held her. She adjusted the waistband and pulled a hoodie over her chest.

Hannah stepped in behind her, towel around her neck. Her eyes trailed slowly up and down Alex’s figure. “That look is perfect,” she said, almost breathless.

Alex didn’t answer. She pulled at the hoodie again, trying to make it sit lower, trying not to feel the air on her bare stomach. But the warmth of Hannah’s gaze was already sinking in.

“You ready?” Hannah asked, more softly now.

Alex gave a slight nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

They left the bedroom together. The hallway was quieter now, cooler. The air outside the sanctum helped Alex breathe a little easier. Shoes by the door. Keys in hand.

The moment they stepped outside, the sun hit like a slap. Alex blinked, shielding her eyes with her arm. Her skin was still too warm like the water hadn’t truly cooled her.

Hannah slid into the driver’s seat with ease, already adjusting the mirrors. Alex took her place beside her, silent, uncertain.

Hannah turned the key, the engine growling to life. She grinned sideways at Alex, eyes gleaming.

“Next stop,” she said, “your public debut.”