Tara and the Presidents - Epilogue

Epilogue.

Erotic moans emanated from the bedroom, and there was a rhythmic thumping and banging as Reagan, Madison and Taylor copulated loudly.

In the living room, Tara knew it would be a while yet before they emerged, so she had plenty of time and did not rush, waiting for an additional five minutes, just to be on the safe side, before switching on her new upgraded camera.   

“Trial 17.  I think this is it.”

She stood in front of the mirror and let her trusty old white lab coat fall to the ground, her naked body on full display.  Tara was every inch a blonde sex goddess.  Her clear blue eyes were serene and happy, her long golden tresses draping her flawless face, trailing down to her trim, taut shoulders, her massive tits out-thrust, impossibly defying gravity, the nipples hard and erect.  

Her gaze trailed down to her flat, tan stomach, the delicate outline of her abs, and then finally down to her blonde drooling pussy, perfect, and while her clit was engorged, glistening, it was completely female.

“I’ve ingested formula trial 17C ten minutes ago, long enough for complete dissemination throughout my system.  As you can see, there is no presentation of male anatomy.

“Other residual effects still remain, i.e. this banging body and big titties and I’m still turned on as fuck...

“But outside of being a hot, horny slut, I’m otherwise back to being just a typical girl,” Tara recorded with a wry smile.  “At least for the time being…  It’s time to put it to the test.

“Beginning stress trial now.”

She picked up the shiny black vibrator from the table, switching it on and began casually masturbating, alternating between grinding it against her clit and sliding it in and out of her hungry snatch.

“Gonna cum soon, “ she announced after awhile, as her hips twitched back and forth.

She watched herself intently in the mirror, admiring how hot she looked, legs slightly bent, toned slim thighs flexing as she pleasured herself, the perfect fucking machine.

“Yea..  it’s coming…  nowwww unnnnnghhhhh ohhhhh…” Tara groaned loudly, as her pussy gushed, spattering on the floor.

“Still no presentation of male anatomy,” she said, breathily.  Then with a wicked grin, she added, “Still, I better be sure.”

She stuck the vibrator back in her pussy and leaned up against the mirror with one arm while she fucked herself to orgasm again.  And then just because she was such a rigorous scientist, and not at all because she was a complete nympho whore, Tara then stuck the vibrator in her ass and came again noisily, for a third time, depravedly getting off on the way her pussy squirted thick lubrication on the floor again.

“Pretty definitive proof,” Tara panted, drawing the vibrator slowly out of her asshole and sucking on it.   ”There are no residual effects of the original formula.”

She took the other vial from the desk and held it up in front of the camera.

“17C corollary formula, ingesting now.”

Tara tipped her head back and drank it down, her delicate throat working.  For a few moments, nothing happened, and she simply let the camera roll, admiring her own hot, slutty reflection.

“Oh, it’s working…” Tara groaned suddenly.  “I can feel it…

“Yea…”

“Oh, yea…

“Ohhhhh…”

She immediately felt that familiar, intense burning pleasure in her clit, and she rubbed herself furiously, feeling it throb underneath her thumb, swelling and engorging.  She grunted as she felt her pussy muscles clench, her clit exploding in length into a big, wet cock, emerging with another spattering gush on the floor.

“Nggggggh!

The semen jetted out in thick, pulsing bursts as Tara grabbed her massive tits with both hands, leaving her newly emerged cock untouched, bobbing and squirting everywhere as she erratically thrusted her hips out involuntarily.

The smile on her face was sensuous and depraved as she stared in the mirror’s reflection straight into the camera, recording every moment of her messy orgasm.

“The results are fully successful,” she husked, stroking herself slowly, turning slightly to the side to admire the way her long, fat, dribbling cock jutted out in front of her.  “It works.”

It did work, truly.  The original accident replicated.  The formula to reverse it.  It all worked.  Tara could be whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted at anytime.  Could change anyone into whatever she wanted them to be.  The possibilities were endless…

“But no one else has to know, ” she added, giving a sidelong glance toward the closed bedroom door.

“For now…”

Tara reached over and shut the camera off.  Then she walked into the bedroom and joining the sweaty, wet, thrashing threesome, sticking her hard, throbbing cock into the first hot, tight, sopping hole she found and descended once again into the frenzied, mindless, animal pleasure.

End.