Taking a "Brain Break" (pt.1) (Patreon)

Been a long time coming, but here is the first part of my second collaboration with Bury-She [Patreon][dA]. The next part is done and is posting this time next weekend—at which point, I will also attach a .pdf with the images laid out to match the story.

-1

It's ten minutes until the Uber gets here to pick up both you and Jennifer, your fiancee; yet, both her and her suitcase are nowhere to be seen. You can still hear her moving around upstairs though, and when she finally does make an appearance, she is not carrying her usual luggage. Instead, she is toting a pair of designer bags that you don't recognize. You know you would remember them. The ultra pink stitching is striking on the polished black leather. Then you realize that her bags are not the only thing that has changed in the few minutes you’ve been waiting. 

Jennifer’s short pixie cut has become a cascade of curls pulled up with a hair tie. Her natural strawberry blond is streaked with a color with a pale pink that tells you all you need to know. Even though the cut is shorter than it has been on other occasions, you recognize the beginnings of Jenna's go-to hair color—and her sense of style is unmistakable.

You didn't know she was going to use Alter on the trip, and act upset even as you slide your hands up under her terry cloth shorts to grip her firmer, bigger butt through sleek bikini briefs—both are no doubt designer and expensive. She has completed the outfit with a white halter-style tank top that has held far more boob than it does at the moment.

Jennifer, in a voice shaded with Jenna's seductive tones, replies to your mock irritation by saying that she is using the app a little to ensure she has a great fucking vacation. You want to be more annoyed, this was supposed to be a trip for the two of you, but the warm sugar scent Jenna is fond of envelops you; it entices you to listen. The woman halfway between your fiancee and her sex kitten alter ego bites your lip as she espouses her need for a brain break.

‘Besides’, she adds with a wink. 'You like Jenna—and I know she loves you.' You're not surprised. Jenna does nothing halfway and lives life with an eagerness that is sometimes hard to keep up with. If she was into you, there would be no denying her affection—and something about that excites you.

Your grip tightens, your fingers sinking into the lycra of her tights, and you pull her as close to you as possible. She makes that noise in response, the one between a purr and a giggle, and you wish you had waited to call for a ride. A kiss will have to do for now. 

As the kiss turns into making out, you can feel her body continuing to change; her butt spreads your fingers further apart, her hips push into your arms, her bust spreads and squishes against your chest. At this rate, she'll be Jenna long before you get to the airport. 

But, wait, weren't the app's changes to reality permanent if left undone long-term? Something or other about the entanglement with the alternate version becoming impossible to unravel... Jennifer had explained it to you once, but you only understood a third of it. What you did understand was that the public version of Alter automatically reverted the few small changes one could make after a couple of hours to prevent such an occurrence. 

Jennifer, however, as one of its developers, had access to almost everything Alter could do. There were restrictions, of course. Safeguards. The sort of things designed to keep it from spiraling out of control. 

She assures you that one such safeguard is a backup which will restore her to normal in mind and body—just like all the other times she had used Alter these past six months. In a week, just as you both get back, she should revert to her current "settings." Should? You ask, eyebrow raised. She laughs and the sound makes you feel warm but wary. 

It isn’t until you’re both In the car and on the way, that she explains further. She admits there is a slight chance her backup would fail, and that she could be Jenna forever. Of course she says this now.

Her laughing off your worried look is like a cloud blocking the sun. She presses close and whispers in your ear that she has a contingency plan for such a failure. Were she stuck as Jenna, she has a program in Alter which you can run to "upgrade" Jenna's intellect ten, maybe even twenty-fold. In that case, there was a distinct possibility of this new Jenna becoming even smarter than she was now—and having a super sexy, super genius as your future wife wouldn't be too bad, would it?

-2

The week in the Bahamas is over before you know it. It feels like it was just yesterday that you arrived in the islands with Jenna, your fianceé turned fuckbunny. That you two had spent a lot of time in bed probably helped shape that perception. Jenna had been insatiable—even more than usual. It seemed that leaving the mental baggage of Jennifer’s obligations at home had completely disengaged her sense of urgency. Well, for the most part.

Strangely, her need to bang only grew as the week wore on, forcing you to take drastic measures. Before now, you had only used Alter on yourself once and that was to really go at it with your fianceé’s alter ego. This week, however, saw you using Alter over and over again to give you the oomph to keep up with Jenna’s exponential libido.

It was a little scary how good, how satisfying being a pushed version of yourself had felt. By Thursday night, you had felt adventurous enough to see if you could enhance yourself enough to outlast Jenna. Needless to say, neither of you slept in the last twenty-four hours.

All of that, however, is all behind you now. Jenna is asleep against your arm and you are sure she is already starting to look like Jennifer again. Only a few minutes remain until you get home and then the long weekend will give you a chance to get your feet under you again. [Continue Reading Pt.2]