Trashy Desires - Part 37

From this day on, Jewely’s life began increasingly revolving around finding an eager cock to stick into one of her holes.

She used any opportunity at work or at the bar to let herself get used for someone else’s pleasure. Cum stains on her clothes became just another accessory that she showed off proudly in hopes of attracting the next random guy.

It didn’t take long for word to get around the neighborhood. Countless men showed up at her workplace, buying random cheap things in hopes of being dragged to the bathroom by the trashy slut that everyone was talking about. And Jewely would eagerly take any chance that she could get. Tammi was a great help, happily taking over some of the workload so that Jewely could spend more time loudly getting fucked.

Jewely loved completely emerging herself into the new persona she had created. Everyone who treated her like she was beneath them gave her a euphoric thrill. She especially loved the expressions of men changing once they saw her. Countless times, Jewely watched men enter the gas station, looking around somewhat nervously. They had heard about the new neighborhood slut but were unsure if the rumors were true. But it only took one look at her for them to be convinced it was true. Her tacky and revealing clothes, cheap jewelry, overdone makeup, and comically huge lips were all it took for them to know that she was just as slutty as everyone had told them . Within a second, Jewely watched as their look changed into confidence and superiority. They knew she would want to fuck them.

And they were absolutely right.

Nothing turned Jewely on like the reaction of men who saw her for the first time. Often, she wouldn’t even wait for them to come to the register. Instead, she would head straight for them to drag them into the bathroom and let them have their way with her dripping wet pussy. And their shocked reaction when they heard how slurred her speech was due to her puffy lips was the cherry on top of it all.

Never in her life had Jewely felt this fulfilled and happy. Whenever she got the chance, she would position herself in a way that allowed her to watch herself in the mirror while being used. Tammi and Kendra had convinced her to get a cheap fake tan that now coated all her rolls in an orange glow as they wobbled with each thrust. Seeing her trashy complexion would often push Jewely over the edge, resulting in mind-blowing orgasms.

By now, all her funds were entirely depleted, forcing her to get by with the meager income from her job at the gas station. She was living paycheck to paycheck. Buying tacky clothes, cheap alcohol, and unhealthy food was no longer an option but the only way she could get by. Jewely was wet whenever she loaded her shopping cart with cheap trash that fit her looks perfectly.

Only one thing bothered her: It didn’t feel permanent enough.

Even though she was fully immersed in her new life and persona, Jewely felt she could quickly escape this lifestyle. She still had her intellect and knowledge readily available to her making her superior to everyone around her in that regard. Most days, she tried to dumb herself down by day drinking. But this did only work moderately. Jewely felt she could get a better paying job without many problems if she wanted to. Sure, her lips were permanently bloated, but that was the only thing she couldn’t change. She would never go as far as she would have had she finished college, but a decent-paying job would still be on the table.

And as much as she loved the life she had, Jewely couldn’t stop fantasizing about being genuinely stuck in her current situation. Unable to do anything about it. Forced to go along for the rest of her life. A true neighborhood slut, forced to let go of any shred of self-respect. It was her ultimate fantasy.

She dreamt about it every time she interacted with Kendra or Tammi. They already looked down on her for how trashy she acted, but Jewely yearned for them to look down on her for being the dumbest among them. She wanted to feel beneath them intellectually, struggling to follow their conversations. To feel stupid any time she said something that made them laugh at her. To constantly be the butt of their jokes and being taken advantage of.

At night, Jewely browsed the internet, looking for erotica that had the protagonist dumbed down. Even though she had been fucked multiple times during the day, those stories never failed to make her dripping wet. She spent hours getting off, imagining herself losing her precious knowledge and learning ability.

It was during one of her masturbation sessions that Jewely stumbled upon something that caught her eye.

As she browsed through search results about loss of skills and knowledge, she saw a name that sounded familiar to her: Amelia Flores. A quick look at the article showed that this was someone Jewely knew from her past life. Amelia was the daughter of a family friend. She was over a decade older than Jewely and excelled in her field of neuroscience. Before disowning her, Jewely’s parents often spoke of Amelia as an example they expected their daughter to follow. Even though they hadn’t talked much with each other, Jewely remembered Amelie as surprisingly kind and down to earth.

And somehow, Jewely’s horny internet browsing had led her to a detailed news article about Amelia’s recent successes. With her team, she was close to developing a treatment that could loosen and even erase certain connections in a subject's brain linked to specific memories. It was a breakthrough that was hailed as a potential cure for any PTSD-related suffering. Trials were still running and showing promising results. The level of satisfaction among participants was immense, even though most of them reported a loss of memory, and sometimes even motor skills, that went beyond their PTSD triggers.

The last sentence made Jewely jolt upright, almost dropping her phone.

For the following hours, she frantically searched for information about Amelia. By the night's end, a plan had formed in her mind. A plan that most people would declare as crazy and terrifying. But on Jewely, it had quite a different effect.

It made her come harder than anything ever before.