A slow warmth rising in her abdomen caused Rita to gasp in a sharp intake of breath. Her eyelids fluttered, and she realized that the sensation wasn’t as unpleasant anymore.

Rita had always pictured her first genuine experience with sensuality as tender. This strange new feeling was anything but. It was raw, urgent and primal.

Her mind swirled back to her encounter with Dr. Silver. She couldn’t help but remember his smoldering emerald eyes as they discussed her lack of libido.

His hands, so steady and confident while maneuvering the cold steel needle, now seemed to her as the ultimate symbol of temptation. Well, except for that last needle prick, which caused her to yelp in pain. He, he wouldn’t have, would he? She pondered. Rita tried to shake off the thought. After all, Dr. Silver, or Michael, was a medical professional - and a respectable one at that. She had only just met him two hours ago. The flush on her cheeks turned into a full-blown blush as she recalled their discussions about self-pleasure.

As the night deepened, Rita tossed and turned in her bed, her dreams punctuated by fleeting images of dark hair, a white coat, and a warm smile.

Intoxication from the new, tantalizing sensations surging through her core was a stark contrast to her former apathy. She let her fingers drift back again to the new border of her swollen labia, only to hit them far sooner than she expected. Rita yanked her hand back and swallowed, a strange mix of intrigue, confusion, and fear washing over her consciousness.

She looked down at her sweaty body. Rita still trembled from the mysterious spark that lingered between her legs. She wasn’t experiencing pain, but something unfathomable. Something she understood too little about.

She looked down across her toned abdomen, and saw, rising above it, two mounds. They weren’t as prominent as other women she had noticed at the beach or gym, but they were quite present. She usually avoided looking at this part of her body, deeming them unimportant. As she observed her breasts, she saw a faint outline of her darkened nipples underneath her thin SKIMS Onyx Soft Smoothing Seamless Bralette. They were hard and erect.

Rita’s mind connected the dots between the strange happenings she had experienced lately. It had to have been a coincidence.

Dr. Silver, a respected physician, wouldn’t stoop to tampering with vaccines to induce spontaneous arousal, would he? No. The chances were too astronomical. But the evidence was mounting.

The conversation in his office felt charged. A hidden influence amplified it. She watched a brilliant puppeteer’s well-crafted script come to life. Rita was scholarly and logical. This baffling series of events demanded her attention. Its implication was far too intriguing.

A social media message notification popped up for Rita. To her surprise, it was an unknown name. Similar to a bot, it had many numbers after the name. The only thing in the message was an animated gif of a woman rubbing her swollen labia with a playful smile in the background. Rita felt an indescribable sensation in her lower abdomen because of this boldness. Was she being watched? Did anyone witness her sexual awakening? Or was this just another wild coincidence?

Her thoughts raced as images of Dr. Silver’s charismatic grin flashed in her mind. She was almost aware of the warmth emanating from his hands while he discussed self-pleasure and intimacy.

Rita gasped, then closed the gif. The erotic animation vanished from her phone screen. However, every time she closed her eyes, the animation’s vivid visual remained. The pleasure seared into her imagination. A mixture of fear and titillation tugged at her nerves.

Rita slipped out of the leggings, leaving on just a matching SKIMS Onyx Soft Smoothing Seamless Thong. She stared at her body in the dim room, realizing that an increased sensitivity had heightened every nerve and fiber in her being. Even the light cotton fabric felt strangely abrasive to her inflamed skin.

Her supple fingertips inched lower down her belly before settling gingerly on top of her newfound dampness.

Slowly, she began tracing the outline of her swollen labia, still in disbelief at how desirous this region had grown earlier that day. A shudder ran down Rita’s spine while her body flooded with warmth and longing as she continued to caress herself. She placed three fingers over her folds. The index on one side of her lips. Middle finger, then ring finger, on top. Mimicking the animation from the unsolicited private message, she rotated all three fingers in a circular motion over her labia, moaning lightly.

The visage of the erotic animation subtly shifted in her mind. The animated woman’s face morphed into the likeness of Kim Kardashian, a celebrity the woman admired. Perhaps admired was too weak a word. Her fascination with Kim Kardashian’s SKIMS line led her to wear only SKIMS clothing.

The arousal intensified as her fingers applied more pressure. They slid smoothly over the shiny material that covered her intimate area. She gasped as an electric sensation tore through her, centering on her labia. Like an unfamiliar yet welcomed catalyst, it awakened dormant desires in her core. Her lips parted, as did the labia in her mind’s eye. She continued to trace the outline of her sex while growing slick with desire. In her mind, she visualized two prominent lips: smooth, plump, and inviting.

“Am I getting off to myself?”

Rita closed her eyes. She could no longer deny this surreal yet undeniably erotic self-exploration. When she touched her clitoris with her finger, she noticed it had also grown in size. The slightest contact caused a distinct electrical surge to course through her being.

The room grew hot; sweat beaded on her back as she whimpered, struggling to keep quiet. Her fingers continued to move how the woman’s fingers on the screen did, but the sensation had become all her own.

Rita slid down in her bed further, slipping her free hand into the waistband of her SKIMS thong. It effortlessly glided beneath the moisture she had created, finding the now-exposed lips splayed open and ready for her touch.

Her labia were more pronounced and parted than ever before, forming a vivid, pink opening that she had never seen on her body. Rita’s womanhood throbbed with anticipation for the slightest of touches.

Her body shivered as she caressed her clit, circling it with the pad of her finger.

Each motion drew another whimper from her lips. Soon, she was panting and gasping out curses as her hand moved faster. The friction between skin and fabric became unbearable. She tried pushing herself harder against her hand to recreate that spark once again, but it eluded her, leaving her drenched and breathless.

Something inside her couldn’t ignore the feeling growing in its core.

Then the Kim in her mind’s eye moaned, throwing her head back in rapture. The sight stirred something inside of Rita, something hungry and primal. She obeyed her inner impulses and pressed her fingers harder onto her clit.

From the visage of Kim erupted a golden shower, with Rita following suit, drenching the white sheets beneath her. The pressure from her hand built to a crescendo, and she desperately tried to reach that spark again.

Her movements grew erratic, fingernails digging into the tender flesh beneath her panties, but it was no use. The vision had faded. Its apparent purpose served.

Defeated, Rita slid her hand out of her underwear, dripping with her essence. She released a sigh that echoed through the silent apartment, then set about cleaning herself up. Disheartened by the anticlimactic end of her self-exploration, she slipped out of her SKIMS thong and tossed it toward her laundry basket.

She padded to the bathroom on wobbling legs, still flushed and panting. Her reflection stared back at her from the medicine cabinet mirror: pink splotches blossomed on her cheeks, eyes glittering with a mix of determination and despair. Her disheveled hair surrounded her face like a halo, contrasting with the rigid set of her shoulders.

Nothing made sense anymore. Every time she tried touching herself, her arousal would spike uncontrollably before fizzling out. Her own arousal taunted her unmet needs.

Her libido had turned into a wild beast. No matter what she did, she couldn’t quench the unbearable cravings that had recently awakened within her.

Back in her bedroom following the shower, Rita pondered on whether to slip back into something comfortable or something alluring—little had she known it would make no difference at all.

Sliding on a silky, skimpy, SKIMS Onyx Ultra Fine Lace Teddy from her lingerie drawer, she moved towards her computer to find some sleep-inducing music. The sheer fabric clung to every curve of her damp body, but she wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. This was simply her preferred way to sleep. It was then that she noticed the glaring message notification on her screen.

Her heart raced at the sight of his name—how did they even get through her ridiculously secure firewall? She hesitated, then clicked on the message icon. It was another overused animated gif of a woman rubbing her breasts from a small size to a large, exaggerated pair in the blink of an eye.

Rita’s nipples hardened to rock-solid peaks beneath the thin silk fabric of her nightgown, betraying her intrigue.

“What’s the meaning behind these provocative messages?” Rita wondered aloud. She glanced around her dim bedroom, half-expecting an answer to appear in billowing smoky letters in front of her, but nothing emerged but the glow from the laptop monitor.

“Well, it won’t happen during sleep. I’ve soaked my bed... I should do laundry.” She said with a groan, taking in the sight of the still-wet sheets on her bed. As she lifted the corner of the comforter, a gush of warmth escaped her core and dampened the silk fabric of her teddy. “Dammit! Not again.” She wiped away the trickle with a trembling hand.

Rita’s eyes lingered on the laptop. It was still open to the enigmatic message in her direct messages. There was something intoxicating about this newfound sense of desire that pulsed inside of her.

She watched the breast animation again, the way her nipples had responded to the mere thought of it earlier. This time she allowed herself to observe every frame, to breathe in the filthiness of uncontrolled pleasure.

Her right hand drifted up to her left breast, circling her thumb over the already tightening nub. She pinched hard, twisting it without mercy as her eyes never left the screen. Rita’s breath hitched, a small gasp escaping her lips. Her core tingled, the aching need beginning to bubble to the surface again.

“Oh!” She observed her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her teddy, swollen and heated. She glanced back at the laptop, the lustful animation still playing on a loop. The temptation to continue tantalizing herself burned through her veins as she reached for the hem of her silk garment, eagerly tugging it off. The ease of robing and disrobing an advertised feature of this SKIMS lingerie. She cast it aside, now bare beneath the glow of her laptop screen.

The animated woman possessed impressive curves. Rita envied that and wondered how she could mimic that effect for herself.

She glanced down at her petite, perky breasts, brushing her fingers against them. Her skin felt clammy from the night’s adventure, but her touch sent her pulse racing again. She squeezed them, imagining that her fingers could transform the soft mounds into perfect fun bags of flesh, like the ones that the anonymous person was teasing her with. In her mind, they swelled and grew firmer beneath her pawing hands.

Rita pinched both nipples until they stung and turned cherry red. A moan escaped into the air, but it was not from Rita, it was from the laptop. The anonymous woman in the animation had once again become Kim, who writhed in pleasure and pulled at her nipples, which had grown an enormous size for her breasts. Rita followed suit, feeling the pressure building from her swollen nipples to her core with throbbing intensity.

“Oh God, not this again,” Rita said, letting out a strangled groan. Her sex pulsed and dripped, every nerve ending in her body on fire with anticipation. Her hips undulated in the air, a dance of heightened desire as she gripped herself tighter, squeezing down on her sensitive peaks.

A bolt of lightning, both unexpected and intense, surged through her, forcing her to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Kim K, a picture of perfection with hooded eyes, taunted Rita in her imagination. This thought brought a fresh wave of craving rippling through her. She imagined Kim’s hands tweaking and pulling those rock-hard nipples, and Rita responded in kind, pulling harder until the sensation became almost painful.

She writhed beneath the imaginary weight of Kim’s body, her hips bucking faster. Her juices soaked the bed beneath her.

Rita was on the verge of ecstasy. She needed only a little more stimulation. When a knock came at the door.