Posted on 2017-01-21 14:18:34
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It's an interesting concept but I'm just reminded of The End of The Whole Mess by Stephen King and that makes me kind sad.

Posted on 2020-03-15 01:06:15
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"Gotta keep it together Krystal." She thought to herself trying to push her sluggish thoughts along. "Jus' keep it to-ge-ther until Fox finds me." There was a haze in her head that would grow every time she tried to think too long. It was a hot muggy pressure that built up until it melted down whatever path of thought she was on. "If I-ah don' keep thhh...finking, I'll end up like ah'thur girls."

She had corrected herself before when she noticed her thoughts slurring. Fighting to keep her words correct until that mind melting haze made her pass out. Then when she woke up it seemed impossible to keep from doing it. "Oh well," she reasoned, if she put all her effort toward grammar she wouldn't think about anything else. Of course now she was struggling just to think of something to concentrate on.

"Fink Krystal fink..." She scolded herself while drumming her fingers over her hair. Exasperatedly she let her hand drop into her lap. Her memories were disjointed and spread far apart. The oppressive haze had melted most of that down first. Desperately Krystal tried to think as far back as she could.

"How Krystal get here?" She asked out loud, the thought spilling right out of her half open maw. Her gaze wandered around the cell trying to find something to jog her memory. But the cell was blank and featureless. "Go'ddah 'member..."

"There was a man," she began clumsily reconstructing the memory in her head. "Krystal was doin'...somthhh- sommmefff-fin'. An' he grabbed her and put her...put Krystal...ME! In this cell. Ahnd then he gave me this funny food." She did not much remember what it had been, but she knew the food made her head swim and spin. It had done other things to her. She remembered being upset about something else, but whatever it was she had forgotten about it.

That had been some time ago. In fact, she furrowed her brow as she tried to remember.

"How long Krystal been here?" She voiced perplexed to the empty room. She stared blankly at the wall in front of her trying to concentrate. There was nothing around to help her tell the passage of time except the steadily creeping sunlight through the bars, but she lacked the faculties to consider that. Her perplexed brow steadily relaxed and after a good ten minutes she answered herself. "Been here...long time."

Her mouth hung open panting tiredly at the exhaustion of coming up with an answer. She needed a break to let her head cool off. Her eyes grew drowsy as she sat in perpetual stupor.

She felt a dampness through her fur. It caught her waning attention and she belatedly realized she had been drooling. "No Krystal. Can't drool. Ah'ther gurls do tha'. Drool out brains...mushy brains."

The back of her hand smushed into her heavy chest on its way up to wipe away the dribble. Confused, she looked down to examine her engorged breast. A faint flicker of thought sparked off in her head and a dopey grin spread over her face.

"Fun-ne food make Krys-talh boobies big! Hee hee!" She announced excitedly. She bounced and playfully kneaded her expanded mounds delighting in having remembered something. She let out a breathy laughter through her slack open mouth as more slobber fell unnoticed.

She continued to laugh and play with her newly discovered tits until she forgot what she was doing or why. Her head throbbed subtly from the excitement as another piece of her mind turned to useless sludge. Her arms relaxed and her palms rolled off her puffy nipples into her lap again.

After another half hour she managed to push a sticky thought out of her head, "God-ah keep tah-ge-thur Krys-ie. Keep until ummm...sum-body comes."