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*Beep*(3) *beep*(2) *beep*(1) (•)rec Alright, on? Cool...I'm starting to understand how to work this thing. So where did I leave off? After all the pill shoving and pussy lickin' right? Oh, I remember, it was right after Sherry told me the name of our little 'party enhancers' while eating pancakes in the nude. So after that I left her place, got in my car and headed home. I had to put a few things in the mail and blah, blah, blah boring shit. Nothing interesting really happened other than the shower I took. The warm water reminded me of that rise-to-high from the night before. It made me realize I wanted more. It wasn't an addiction...yet. More of a craving. But I began to wonder just how soon I could indulge again. I began to think I should try to kiss up to Sherry a bit more, figuratively this time. Or maybe get to know Sasha and Claire a little more. Anything I could do to get my hands on that little clear pill that would bring back enhanced-Jane...sorry, I couldn't help myself...had to quote it.

Anyway I went to bed, no dreams, just like every night, and woke up to the buzzing of my alarm. I got up, took another shower to start the day and brushed my teeth and everything else before heading to work. I pulled up, parked, spent the day doing paper work. I wondered where Sherry was. I passed her empty cubicle a few times. It was only after I got back from lunch that the answers came. Sherry popped her head up over the cubicle wall. "Hey, there you are," I said with a smile. "Hi. Sorry I've been gone, they had me in a meeting that ran all morning," she said. "Hey, no problem. Gotta do what you gotta do," I said. "Yea. Well, on to more important things...I guess our little party enhancer is starting to catch on. I phoned my cousin and he said a bunch got smuggled in. What this means is it ain't free anymore. So our next girls-night is postponed until payday," said Sherry. "You don't have to buy it all, I can chip in," I told her. "Nah, it's fine. But every grey cloud has a silver lining," she said, reaching over the wall and setting something on my inbox. I wheeled my chair over and picked it up. To my surprise, it was a single "Dans La Chatte" pill. "I had two left. One for me, one for you. Hope it'll tide you over till the weekend," she said. "I'm sure it will," I said, putting it in my pocket. "Oh and don't tell Sasha or Claire. The official story is that I have none left," she said. "You got it. And thanks. I'll make the most of it," I said, patting my pocket.

She gave a wink and went back to work. "Hey, there," came a voice from the entrance of my cubicle. I turned my chair around "Oh, hey, Sasha," I said with a smile. "How's your morning been?" she asked me. "Not bad. How about yours?" I asked. "Bearable. Me and Claire haven't gotten any work done. We can't stop chatting about our...Uh...get together. Also, I wanted to say sorry for not doing anything with you. It wasn't anything personal, me and Clair got kinda...distracted with each other," she said. She was talking much quieter now. "Hey don't worry about it," I said. "Well, I think your pretty cool and I wanted to have lunch with you or something someday," she said. "Sure thing. I have a lot of free time," I said. I realize now that I kinda sounded like a loser. "Here's my number. I gotta get back to to desk," she said with a little wave after she handed me a sticky note with her phone number. "See ya around," I called quietly after her. And just like that, boys and girls, I made a new friend. And all it took was an orgy *laugh*

Anyway, as soon as my shift ended, I was out of there. I went straight home, unlocked my door, locked it again behind me, went upstairs to my room and stripped down to nothing. Today was an early day out of work, so it was still sunny outside. I opened my curtains, slid the window open and just enjoyed feeling the breeze through my fur. I stepped back a moment later though...didn't want any kids in houses down the street to see me and start whacking off to my goods. I laid down on my bed, and got ready to enjoy myself. That is to say, I was planning to masturbate. I got back up and picked up my jacket off the floor. I fished around in the pocket until I found what I was looking for. I took out the little clear pill, with it's pocket of jelly. I put it in my palm and just sort of stared at it for awhile. "Do I really want to take it?" I thought to myself. I knew it would be the last one until, at the soonest, the weekend. It wasn't long before the pill was touching my lips, and I don't mean the ones on my face. "Dans La Chatte," I said to myself. My aim was perfect. It took almost no effort to get into the hole. And I mean *the* hole. Just in case any of you still think I'm talking about my mouth. Anyway...I pushed my index finger up my vagina and sent the pill home. I removed my hand, laid on my bed, and waited for the jelly to take me away.

I can't quite remember what I was thinking about, I just know that my train of thought was interrupted when the filling of the pill spilled out inside me. That feeling of warmth spread through my entire reproductive system, ending from there to the rest of my body. As soon as the warm feeling hit my head, that's when things started to blur and my bed starting feeling much more comfortable. My hand slowly wandered south, toward the warmest area on my. I felt my own fingers penetrate me in a way I'd never felt them before. It felt better than sex, better than any toy I'd ever used. In fact, the feeling I got as I began to work my wrist, pumping my pussy with my fingers, was matched only by the thorough licking I got from Sherry. Before I knew it, my big moment came. I pulled my fingers out just in time for a river of feminine pussy nectar to spill onto my bed.

The drug lasted hours, that much I knew, and my pussy was in for a real workout before the night would end. I did things that day I'd never dreamed of doing. I fucked everything I could fit in me. The first thing being my bed post. It was a slender pole, maybe 2-3 inches wide with a decorative metal ball on top of it. With one foot on my mattress and one foot on my bed frame I positioned myself over it. I remember having my tongue sticking out a bit in effort as I tried to get it just right. Then I bore down, and that metal pole was plunged right up inside me. It felt amazing, sending near-violent shivers through me. I could hear a little squish every now and then as my foot on the bed put pressure on the soaked-in femcum. That and the squish noise each time I came down on the bedpost. Then came the second orgasm of the night. I let out a lewd moan as more of my juices ran down the sides of the pole. I pulled myself up, delighting at the suctiony-pop noise of the pole leaving my pussy. I went down to the floor on my knees and for whatever reason began licking the bedpost, drinking my own sex fluids.

Now let me remind you that at this point I had only taken the pill about ten minutes ago. It was quite an intense evening. I went downstairs in the oddest way possible. I was like...on my back, going one step at a time, all while pounding my vagina with three fingers. By the time I was halfway down, the stairs got a dose of my juice. I wanted to see myself in the mirror. I wanted to watch myself pleasure myself...if that makes any sense. I made my way to the bathroom, took the widest stance I could, and looked at my self in the mirror. Even with the blur, I liked what I saw. I was sexy to myself somehow. I ran my hands down my face, giggling at the cool tempered femcum on my hand. I slid my hands down my body, cupping my breasts for a moment before continuing down my tummy and to my hips. I decided to explore myself for a moment. I touched my labia, the lips, and sort of traced them with one finger from each hand. I then put my fingers in farther, not in me, but just past the lips. I traced my fingers back up, shivering at the stimulation. I put the index finger of my right hand on my clit, pressing it gently like a button on a computer. It sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine each time. After that, I put my hands on the counter, leaning in a bit and pushing my boobs together with my arms. I looked lustfully at myself in the mirror and giggled before saying "I'd sure like to lick you," to myself.

I continued saying inappropriate things to my reflection before something caught my eye. "Well hello there," I said, reaching for my toothbrush. My toothbrush is one of those electronic ones that stays on for two minutes or so. It wasn't long before I watched myself in the mirror as I pushed the head of the toothbrush up inside my pussy. I smiled at my reflection as my thumb pressed the button. The vibration caught me off guard and I almost fell to the ground. My knees became even weaker than they already were as it tickled my canal. I was now letting our audible noises of pleasure, near screams of pure lust. I couldn't take the feeling standing up. It was too intense. I laid on the floor and began working my clit as the toothbrush buzzed inside me. My...what is it now, fourth? Anyway another orgasm washed over me, and I pulled the toothbrush out of myself, unleashing another flood of vaginal love juice onto the floor.

I got up and left the bathroom, leaving the toothbrush buzzing noisily on the floor. I don't know if I knew it would turn off or if I just didn't care. I headed to the kitchen, wiggling my fingers as I looked for things to snatch up and fuck myself with. As soon as I saw the fruitbowl, a banana was taken out. I wasted no time shoving one end right up my pussy. I pounded away, using my other hand to support myself on the counter. "Oops," I said out loud. Because I was lost in the moment, I had squeezed the other end of the banana a bit too hard. I felt the mushed-up banana paste fill me up and I pulled out the peel. I was actually surprised at just how much of the banana actually got in me. Then came the naughty ideas. I got a clean plate from the dishwasher and set it on the floor. I squatted over it a moment, bearing down and I laughed a bit as I saw and felt the banana mush come out of my. It fell onto the plate and, with the help of my fingers, I managed to get just about all of it out. I took the plate over to my couch and I sat down. I pushed a few fingers of one hand into my pussy as I began picking up some of the banana mush. I giggled hotly as I began eating it. I remember the fantasy that fueled the fire: for one reason or the other, I imagined "Jane's vaginal banana paste" as a store-bought product. I began thinking of families filling their carts with it, impatient to get home and pig out on it, maybe even letting their baby in the cart-seat play with a can of it to keep the baby occupied while they shopped. I finished my plate, smiling as I swallowed the last mouthful. I set my plate down and focused on my pussy, still fantasizing about people eating *my* bananas. I began gushing femcum a moment later and I went limp on the couch.

The couch felt good, but my bed felt better. I slowly made my way up the stairs, actually walking up them this time. I delighted at each wet squish noise my pussy made as I continued it's workout. I had enough sense in me to make sure my alarm clock was set and activated before I let myself fall on my bed. I laid there for hours, fingering myself. It felt better and better after each orgasm. I began to feel like I was drifting away. Maybe it was just because I was high, but I really did. I felt like I was on a cloud, drifting through the sky, my head full of my own moans of pleasure. I switched hands when my wrist got sore, inserting my left hand in my pussy and sucking on my right hand, savoring the juice that collected in the fur. Eventually, I fell asleep, once again enjoying one of the deepest sleeps of my life.

I get the feeling that none of what I just said will make it into the documentary. Oh, well. I gotta admit, it's kind of fun to recount all these details. I fell asleep that night, just like last time, it was very restful and comforting. However, it was different from other nights prior because, there was a dream. Up to this point, I didn't really have them. And while I don't really remember it, a dream's a dream. I didn't remember it then either. I just know I was a bit disappointed when I woke up to my alarm. My hand was still in my mouth when I gained consciousness, and my bed was completely soaked. "Yep...I definitely need a shower," I said to myself as I got out of bed. Each time I noticed a wet spot on the carpet, I immediately remembered how it got there. I went down the stairs, jumping back a bit when I stepped in the juice there. I passed through the living room, noting the plate on the couch before I went into the bathroom. Almost tripped over my toothbrush which was still on the ground. I bent down, picked it up, and put a towel down on the tile floor to soak up the...yea, you know. After my shower I brushed my teeth, same toothbrush *wink*, and went to get dressed. I was careful to avoid any wet spots on my way back to my room. I got my clothes on and headed out the door. Not much to tell until the weekend rolled around, which is whe-

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Aw, I guess that's it for the battery. I'll talk to you all again soon, and I hope you're enjoying my tale so far. There's plenty more to tell. Bye *smile*