Jodie sat nervously in the small, windowless police interrogation room, the bright overhead lights casting her in a harsh glare. She bit her lip and glanced between the two male cops who sat across from her, their steely gazes fixed on her. She could see the suspicion in their eyes, and knew that they believed her to be the prime suspect.

She told them that she had been at home, preparing a meal for when John, her fiancé, arrived home from work. She had been in the kitchen when she heard a loud noise, and turned to see a large man entering her small apartment. Before she could even process what was happening, the man had grabbed her and began to attack her.

Jodie stressed how terrified she had been for her life, how the man had intentions of raping her. She recounted how they had struggled for five long minutes, until John suddenly burst into the room. Her heart had leapt with relief at the sight of him, but it was short-lived as the man turned and attacked John with a fury.

John, had grabbed a golf club from the nearby bag and fought back. But the man was much bigger and stronger, and he overpowered John, banging his head against the wall repeatedly. It was only when the attacker saw John's phone and realised the police had been called, that he fled, leaving Jodie and John battered and bruised.

Throughout her retelling, Jodie noticed the two cops exchanging a skeptical glance. She could see that they didn't believe her, but she continued to plead her innocence. She knew it wasn't enough to just tell her story, she needed to provide evidence. She mentioned that she had scratched the attacker, and that there might be some DNA under her nails. The cops took note of this and promised to send it for testing.

After several hours of intense questioning, the cops finally let Jodie go. They didn't have enough evidence to hold her, but they still considered her a suspect. For the next few weeks, Jodie lived in fear, not knowing if the attacker would come back. She quit her job as a nurse, unable to deal with the trauma and guilt of losing someone close to her. She isolated herself, ignoring calls and visits from friends and family, She was barely eating or sleeping.

The police continued to harass her, hoping to find some new evidence to pin the murder on her. But nothing ever came up and soon Jodie was acquitted and no longer considered a suspect.

But something strange was happening to her. Jodie began to notice changes in her body. She was becoming stronger, her muscles more toned than ever. She found herself feeling more intelligent and her reflexes were lightning fast.

At first, Jodie thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her, a coping mechanism to deal with the trauma she had been through. But as she pushed her body Jodie was excited about her newfound strength. She could lift heavier weights at home nearly doubling her record lift.

She would go out jogging running for hours and outrun anyone she came across, Jodie was astounded at the speed she could run, outrunning cars as she raced them on a country road, hidden out of sight in the woods as she sprinted over obstacles.

At first, Jodie was ecstatic. She felt like this was God's way of making amends for the hardships she had endured in her life. She finally had a purpose, a reason to go on. But then, the changes started to manifest in unexpected ways. Jodie found herself craving sex like never before. She wanted it all the time, and in ways that she had never experienced before. And the strangest part? She found herself craving cum. She couldn't stop thinking about it, craving the taste and smell that she had previously found repulsive. Her mind was constantly filled with the thought of emptying men’s balls all over her.

As she struggled to come to terms with these new desires, Jodie realized that she was mourning John's death less and less. Instead, she found herself thinking about other men and wanting to have sex with them. This conflicted her, as she had always been faithful to John and had no intention of cheating on him, even in death.

Not being able to fight her urges she prayed for John to forgive her. She started hitting the clubs every single night, dressing in slutty clothes, flashing her tits at the men, flirting, bringing back a different guy each time. It wasn’t a hard task, Jodie was drop-dead gorgeous and every guy in the club wanted to get with her. She fucked them senseless like a filthy slut, milking their balls dry.

Soon, Jodie had built up a reputation as the town slut. But she didn’t care. She had a hunger that needed to be satisfied and she was not going to let anyone tell her what to do.

However, little did she know that her actions were having a bigger impact than just adding notches to her bedpost. Each male she slept with became infertile. Sky-Sex’s plan to create a new generation of Sperminators had a miss calculation though. Sky-Sex failed. Jodie’s womb was inhospitable, making it impossible for her to conceive and breed the next generation.

Jodie’s new found strength was only realised when she got into an argument with another female in the club. The girl had heard about Jodie’s reputation and she didn’t like it. Jodie had unknowingly slept with her boyfriend, She swung for Jodie, but Jodie intercepted her fist and bent her wrist, forcing her to her knees. With a swift roundhouse kick, Jodie sent the bitch flying across the dance floor.

Several of the girl’s friends then joined in, trying to hurt Jodie. But Jodie’s true strength was revealed. She moved with speed and agility, taking on each woman one by one. In the end, it was Jodie who stood victorious. She didn’t have a scratch on her as she looked down at seven women on the floor in pain and pissing with blood.

As the years went by, Jodie's hunger for 'fat dicks and cum' became out of control. She would do anything to satisfy her desires, even if it meant selling herself to men. She went on the game, not for the money but for the cum. She soon became popular amongst men, who would do anything to get a chance to sleep with her.

She eventually got into the porn industry, where her specialty was gangbangs. She was labelled a genuine cum slut in the business and was in high demand. Jodie had slept with hundreds of men at this point, each one becoming infertile after being with her.

But as time went on, Jodie started to lose herself. She became numb to the act of sex and didn't care about the consequences of her actions. She may of felt like a god with the strength to match, But she was questioning who she was? And where did it all go wrong?