27. Don't Cha.

When Mimi's desire to get in better shape grew big enough, she subconsciously used it to shape her body. Mimi's palate grew a special tissue. It had always been there a little, but now it was activated as three new neurotransmitters were released from her tissues into the bloodstream, activating this gland. The gland developed, grew, and filled. A couple of other neurotransmitters also acted on another tissue under her tongue.

These 'tissues' were typical of the alpha female to ensure her survival, but Mimi's powerful willpower triggered the neurotransmitters even though there was no genuine need for them. A chemical reaction ensued that altered Mimi's brain chemistry and thought patterns.

I woke up in bed alone and heard Damon had already gone downstairs. I felt a bit velvety and knew that Mister had made sure he was gone so I wouldn't seduce him back to my bed.

Fine, I took a shower and washed up. I washed my now dark blood red, long, thick hair with slight curls, slightly irritated, and wondered why I didn't change my hair color. I decided from now on to change my hair color more, especially since Mr. is not home.

Yeah, that's what I would do. My body, my decision. I dried myself and put on the clothes that were left for me. Oh, fuck, I can't even choose my own clothes. Somehow, I was now in a very independent mood, and normally, Damon's care would have made me feel almost loved, but now it irritated me immensely for some strange reason.

I got dressed and put my hair on both sides of my head in ponytails. I had a real spout of MyTime that was very much on, and then I went downstairs for breakfast. It was hard to behave when I wanted to do everything myself and when Salvatore was up to speed and poured the drink into the glass readily.

I was a good wife and ate and drank as I should. Damon noticed nothing wrong with my attitude, and I was perfectly normal even though internally, I was fucking in my thought hideout as much as I could. I ate everything I could get my hands on.

And somehow felt that I couldn't get well fast enough on food alone and didn't give a second thought to why I thought that way or even where the thought had come from. After the food was eaten, I leaned back in my chair.

I wasn't in top shape yet, and I knew I needed to get my weight up. My palate had been sore for a while, and I felt it with my tongue. There was a lump. I put my finger in my mouth and felt. I pressed, and suddenly it deflated.

I tasted the cherry in my mouth, and I got a tremendous urge to kiss Damon. I stood up and went over to Damon, who was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I wrapped myself around him from behind. I pressed myself tightly against him and slipped my hand under his shirt. Damon smelled superb, and I smelled his neck.

He grunted and turned around, looked at me, and said, "You're a horny lady. Fine, are you blood-hungry?"

I replied, "Nope, just need to get you, my husband; I think we're in the middle of something."

Damon took hold of me and kissed me. I responded and kissed him for a long time. 

I could feel the cherry tasting strong. I kissed until I felt somehow that Damon was ready. What he was ready for, I don't know. Damon paid no attention. He was pretty horny and let his hands wander.

I pulled away and said, " Wait a minute, let's see if we can get a group session out of this."

Damon was silent and just stood there. It was as if I'd almost got him compelled. Then I saw Adam too and kissed him too and wrapped my arms around him and felt the cherry still in my mouth.

I said to him, too, "Go with Damon and find us a suitable room; I'll see if I can get Samuel to play with us, too." For some reason, I had to get a lot of men. I went over to Samuel, sniffed the air, and kissed him, too. I looked at Samuel passionately and got pretty wild. He went to the other men.

I was sniffing the air when Bran came up to me, too, and my tongue hurt. 

I didn't want Bran in the group, but I wanted to kiss him. I just wanted Bran to calm down; he wasn't part of my plan, and that disturbed me.

I kissed Bran, and now I tasted the coconut in my mouth. Bran sighed and calmed down. He looked at me with glazed eyes, unable to do anything.

I said to Bran. "Just go and rest and sleep. You're exhausted. You need to get fit, and now you're not fit yet. Rest is the most important thing." 

Mimi's cherry-flavored substance caused changes in the physiology of Damon, Adam, and Samuel, and the small molecule compound was rapidly absorbed from the lining of the mouth. It caused rapid cell growth in the male anatomy.

The men had tissue; it was just a little lump deep in their abdomen, but these compounds activated that tissue and it grew fast into an organ that functioned immediately. The organ grew strong blood vessels straight into the abdominal aorta and drew certain substances from the blood. The vena cava grew its own veins, and there went its own neurotransmitters, which stimulated the secretion of certain vitamins and trace elements into the blood. 

Bran had been hypnotized when Mimi had subconsciously realized that Bran could not give Mimi everything she needed, but Mimi's mind was also in the substance's grip, and she acted almost like a queen bee, controlling her drones. Bran would have his turn as soon as Mimi believed he could fulfill his task. Now, Bran had no will of his own, only the will to rest and calm down.

Bran turned over and yawned wearily. He said nothing. He turned around and headed for his bedroom. My head turned around, and I saw my triplets waiting for me. Me and the three men went upstairs, where we started fucking wildly. The men were seducing me, and I was getting double penetrations in a frenzy.

I was pretty quick on the job, and now the men needed to get inside me, and fast. Now we weren't rough, but we were fucking hard. I was all ready and came hard, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure I experienced when Damon or Adam came.

This time, when Damon first exploded inside me, it was like ambrosia flooding inside me. The pleasure was something so incredible that I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. Damon lay on top of me, panting as he came hard, long jets right into my womb over and over again.

I felt so incredibly good. Normally, the bump feels thick, but this ambrosia was thinner, more runny, and seemed to be absorbed inside me faster. It made me feel superb and relaxed. I let the men fuck me as much as they could. It felt like liquid love was poured inside of me.

Yes, I came, but I was in a trance myself. I was just enjoying myself, and panting, but not consuming calories nearly as much as normal. The men's ambrosia calmed my metabolism down, and my calorie consumption dropped considerably.

Mimi's stuff had the men making perfect food for Mimi, regardless of whether the men were in shape for it. Now they had no choice but to produce a thin milky fluid with a new organ in their collection bag and then fuck it inside Mimi. Every time Mimi kissed, she told the men what was missing, and the men gave theirs their all.

 All the men made me ambrosia. We fucked without ceasing, and I was in a state of pleasure all the time, feeling how good I was and feeling the warm ambrosia of the men inside me.

I was on the hills of my happiness in some mildly sedated state but deeply euphoric, and I just wanted my state to last. I kissed the men. We spent time in bed fucking the three of us, and not one man's enthusiasm waned; we didn't even talk much; we acted. 

Two weeks had gone by in a blur, and the men then got hungry. So I let the men eat. Somehow, I knew I had to let them eat now in the meantime so we could resume our pleasure.

Charles came over when he had some business to discuss with his father, who had been very distracted and tired on the phone, and Charles thought while he was in Boston, he would talk to him personally and see what the situation was with the pack, that no one had done anything to Mimi.

When he arrived, the house smelled funny. Yes, he could smell sex, no question about it, but then there was the smell of cherry, and that put Charles on his guard; the brother wolf perked up and got nervous but refused to say what had set him off. Charles sighed; his wolf could be stubborn if it wanted to be, so there was no use to question it.

Charles took off his outdoor clothes and went inside. He went into his father's study, and it was empty. It looked like Bran hadn't worked there for a long time. Charles furrowed his brows. Bran's workroom calendar was two weeks late; how is it possible that his workaholic father hadn't worked for two weeks? He went looking for Bran. 

Eventually, he found him in his bedroom and discovered that Bran was asleep. Again. He had called twice, and Bran said he was tired and stressed. When he woke Bran up, he was like a robot, just repeating that he needed to rest. He was stressed.

Charles left Bran in bed and shook his head. Not everything was right. He went to the kitchen to make some strong fucking coffee if it would wake his father up. What the hell kind of sleeping sickness had come over him? 

 Bran was acting strangely. In the kitchen, Charles was looking for the strongest coffee, putting several pots on the fire and wondering why when he heard voices. Footsteps.

These were slightly sluggish and tired, and Charles' keen nose told him that Adam, Damon and Samuel were coming into the kitchen. Good, maybe he could get some answers to this hot Bran's behavior. Charles was in the kitchen making coffee when Adam came in.

Adam was like a convict. He'd lost 40 to 50 kilos of weight and was like a robot. Adam's stomach looked round. His hair was dirty, he smelled of sex, dirt, sweat, and his eyes were lifeless, none of the men said anything as they went to the fridge and started eating butter, drinking cream, even oil as if to get their calories as fast as possible.

Damon followed, in the same condition, and Samuel and they all went to the fridge to eat. Charles looked at the men quizzically, and now he knew he had to call for help right away. The men were not well, and somehow, he realized Mimi was too involved. Since Samuel was in that condition, Charles only knew one person to call.