The day had started out as any other would. Michelle had woken up promptly at six o’clock, that is to say, an hour after her alarm sounded at six o’clock. She groggily went about her morning routine, as was normal by that point in her life. Followed by barely catching the bus to her school, which was in turn followed by barely making it to her first class that morning. Michelle was far from a happy participant at the educational facility, having to constantly keep her feet planted at her desk every class, not that it was hard to understand why. The school didn’t have a particularly decent track record with its faculty.

It didn’t help at all that she used to be less than popular. Michelle was a petite girl, skinny and often considered a tomboy by nearly everyone around her. She had oddly well kept, fiery red hair, though it had darkened over time, coming off more as a dark crimson at the age of eighteen. She was still fairly strong despite being only 5’1”, having tried to compensate for her height, or lack thereof, with athletic ability, with mixed results. It had gotten her some level of respect, but it also strengthened other people’s notions that she was a tomboy. Over time Michelle had grown used to that word and simply went along with it.

By now she was reasonably popular, in the sense that no one bothered her. Though she sat alone at lunch, the few who greeted her as they passed were her fellow track team members, though she wasn’t particularly on good terms with them, since they were primarily good looking, tall girls with legs to die for. Michelle had long since passed the phase of her life where she envied women like that to death, but every time she watched them run she would feel a small sense of shame in herself, though she locked the emotion away as best she could. Even now, she was idly playing with her food, a pile of sludge they called mashed potatoes, and her burnt portion of meat. The school provided the lunch for free, and her parents decided it would be best for her to eat it since they couldn’t afford to use food whenever they didn’t need to. As such she had to eat the vomit-like mush. I’m going to regret this, she thought and finished her meal.

In her second class after lunch, Michelle Viona groaned as she struggled to hold her lunch down. It had only been an hour since lunch period and already she felt like she would have to become more acquainted with the bathroom than she would like to. Her English teacher, Mrs. Gunderson, seemed oblivious to her discomfort, though Michelle knew she was only turning a blind eye. That bitch, she thought, bet she enjoys watching me suffer. Michelle was practically sweating now, her thoughts turning to her options of either staying and extending her suffering, or simply make a run for it… both were far from ideal as Mrs. Gunderson would no doubt fabricate some bullshit regarding Michelle’s conduct. Despite this, the suffering teen decided it was worth it.

Michelle stood, quickly grabbing her school bag and making a move for the door. Her teacher naturally saw her and yelled for her to take her seat once more, but Michelle ignored her, rushing from the room and towards the toilets. A few minutes later and she was hunched over a toilet bowl in the women’s bathroom, dry heaving and praying to whatever deity existed that this would pass.

“God, why don’t I ever pack my own lunch?” She groaned in painful discomfort, moving once again to throw up, but nothing came. She heard the door to the bathroom open; great, she thought, here comes Mrs. Gunderson.

She was surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit! I’ve gotta dump this somewhere.” They were clearly male by their voice. Two things crossed Michelle’s mind at that moment, one; this guy’s in a bathroom, why doesn’t he just take a shit? And two; oh wait… this dude’s a fucking drug dealer! She tried to stay quiet, but with her condition, it was nigh impossible. The stranger began to open the stall doors rapidly. Michelle was glad she had chosen the one on the end, but they were coming closer, and fast. Oh god, let them pass this over, she thought.

Naturally, she was unlucky as always. The door to her stall rattled fiercely, followed quickly by loud banging.

“Get the fuck out here! Or else!” Michelle knew how dangerous these kinds of people could be, but fear had her silent.

“I know you’re in there, bitch! Now get. Out!” To accompany the final word, the door rattled again, cracks appearing in the wood. How strong was this guy? Michelle took several deep breaths, before standing with a groan, and opening the door. Before she could react though, she heard a gun shot. There was a brief moment when she wasn’t sure what she was seeing, the door had opened, a young man with a frenzied look in his eyes, a gun in one hand, with a bottle of something in the other. Michelle looked down when she felt a strange warmth pouring down her chest.

She was bleeding. She had been shot in the chest, but she couldn’t feel any pain, or rather the pain was incredibly dulled by her shock.

“Oh god… I-I-I’m sorry.” The man said, dropping the bottle and gun before turning tail and running the other way. Michelle could hear a large amount of rapid footsteps approaching the bathroom. She fell to the floor, a sudden weakness washing over her.

“I,” She let out a pained cough, “I can’t believe… this is… how I die. Oh, fuck my,” another cough, “Life.” The remainder of her strength left her then, and she could only look forward from her prone position, seeing the strange bottle rolling towards her. The cap was loose, a drop of strange, pink liquid falling from it. A sudden desire swept over Michelle, her strength returning quickly. I, it was a struggle to think straight, I need to… I need to drink it? Her mind seemed to question itself, but before it could stop her, she had grabbed hold of the bottle and was pulling to her. The shock and blood loss had taken its toll on her, the bottle, no bigger than a can of soda, felt like it was filled with lead. Fortunately it rolled to her with only the slightest pull from her.

Miraculously, it came to rest against her mouth. The fluid it held had spilled out. Michelle summoned her will power, and poked her tongue out, lapping at the fluid like a cat. She felt her strength returning as she ingested only a few drops of the stuff, letting her actually grab hold and lift it to her lips. She drunk deeply, feeling a strange warmth spreading throughout her body, expelling the cold she felt from blood loss, even quieting her stomach. Her hand went to her soaked chest, where the bullet had gone through her, and she stopped her frenzied drinking immediately. There was no wound. The blood was still there, it had spread throughout her shirt, but the wound had vanished. She held the drink away from her, the bottle only feeling half filled.

There was a commotion outside. Clearly the man hadn’t got away and was being restrained by the campus security. Michelle looked down at herself and decided to act quickly. She began to clear the blood, removing her shirt and opening a window, putting it on the ledge. She removed her jeans, which had only got a small amount of blood on them and hardly showed up on their crimson colour. She used them to clean the blood, and herself. After she had dealt with as much as she could, Michelle stared at the bottle she held. She had never put it down, as though her body refused to part with it.

Just then the door opened, and she quickly grabbed the cap and sealed the bottle. Putting it in her bag to keep it hidden. Why did I do that? She thought, I should hand it over. I mean it’s a drug, right? They’ll need the evidence. Yet no matter what reasoning she used, her body refused to simply get the bottle and hand it over. Instead she dealt with the campus security’s questions, explaining her missing shirt by saying the guy had tried to rape her. Michelle impressed even herself in that moment, as she was acting exactly as she needed to, despite feeling perfectly calm on the inside. She was even able to convince them to let her go home.

Once she got home however, was an entirely different story however. Her parents were out, either working for money, working up an even large debt, hence why Michelle couldn’t have her own lunch. They were the owners of a company, a successful one at that, but they both had issues when it came to gambling. They weren’t complete idiots though, as they hired people who made sure they couldn’t tap into the money they needed to live. They lived in a well-kept Victorian style house, with plenty of room and all the latest gadgets from five years ago. Michelle considered herself lucky she even had an iPhone. It was only a two story house, though her parents had originally wanted a three story, they were unable to as they lost themselves to gambling. That wasn’t to say they were bad, or rather horrible, parents though.

Michelle knew her parents cared for her. They were incredibly good at keeping their business lives out of their personal ones, even being able to hold out on their gambling addictions to go to Michelle’s school events almost everytime. As far as she was concerned she was fortunate to have parents this good, given all the stories she had heard of children essentially raised by nannies because of their parents’ obscene wealth. And their love for her showed in her room.

While they had only the bare amount of money needed to eat and keep the house, her parents would often use their winnings from their gambling escapades to spoil Michelle as much as possible. Though not in the same way as other families, where their children have over a dozen gadgets, her parents took her to explore. They would take time off from work and take her to another country to see the various landmarks and get to know the history behind many of them. She liked it, sure she didn’t have the latest iPad or laptop, but she was happy, in fact the memories of those trips often comforted her when she needed it. But today, there was no comfort.

Once in her room she closed the door and leaned against it, sliding down the length until she sat on the floor. The event had lasted only a few minutes at most, but she couldn’t stop herself from shivering in terror. She should have died; she was shot, she had practically bled out, and yet there she was. She opened her bag and pulled out the bottle, staring down at it in a mix of curious fear, and absolute horror. Whatever this concoction was, it healed her from a wound that equated to certain death, but there was something else. Her hand went to her chest… did her bust feel bigger? She couldn’t say for certain, it did seem to be very slightly larger than before.

“Nonsense.” She said aloud, but still she held the bottle thinking of the possibilities. Could it make her body like those girl’s on her track team? Could it give her longer legs? Would it make people see her differently? “It has to be nonsense, right?” She asked aloud, knowing she was the only who could answer her. It was absurd, no, more than absurd, it was impossible. Yet… the effects were undeniable. Michelle felt her breathing calm down, her panicked thoughts somehow returning to normal, as though nothing had transpired. She stood once more and walked to her small, crowded desk and turned on the computer.

Once everything was loaded she opened her web browser, seeing a built-in news feed. The incident at her school was already at the top, but she quickly opened google. She wasn’t interested in the incident, that is to say, she was uninterested in the gunman and how it had transpired, rather she was interested in finding out what kind of drug could do the impossible. For the next hour and a half, Michelle searched everything she could think of; pink fluid healing bullet wounds, hallucinogenic fluid etc. Everything that came up didn’t match with her experience. Finally she assumed it was some sort of experimental drug, probably for medical use, and some druggie had gotten his hands on it. If it was experimental however, did that mean it had tested negatively on humans and was set to be thrown away? Despite herself, Michelle felt a new panic rising within her.

Before it got out of her control, the front door opened.

“Michelle?!” Both her parents called. Their voices sounded strained, as though they had been crying in worry. Michelle flashed back to the news feed, from the brief glance she got of it, she had seen something about a shooting. Her parents had always been paranoid in regards to her health, since she was always so frail, and, despite her every attempt to prove otherwise, they still worried to no end about her safety. As it stood, they were what she needed above all else at that moment. She was out of her door and flying down the stairs, tears streaming down her eyes. She couldn’t hold them back, the panic she felt at the possible poison now in her system scared her to no end. When she was down the stairs they rushed to her, hugging her tightly.

“We heard what happened!” Her mother said, a mix of relief and terror in her tone, “You’re not hurt are you?”

“N-No, Mum. I’m fine… really.” Michelle assured them. Her father was quiet, simply holding her in his arms, muscular from his regular visits to the gym. It made her feel safe, and he knew that, hence why he continued to go when he could, managing his time between his family, business and less than productive activities. The three stayed together for what could’ve been eternity, Michelle’s parents simply basking in the knowledge that she was safe, while Michelle felt all her worries and fears melt away in their embrace. Eventually though it was time to part and they adjourned to the kitchen.

Michelle’s mother was definitely one of the better looking business women of the world. Her dark red hair carefully pulled back into a braided ponytail, her face free of blemishes and a natural blush on her cheeks, accompanied by ruby red lips, glossy from her lipstick. Her eyes, oak green, were framed by thick lashes and still looked gorgeous, despite being bloodshot from the tears she had no doubt shed. Her body was toned from accompanying her husband to the gym, and her firm ass attested to that. Her D cup breasts were firm and all natural, even after breastfeeding Michelle when she was a baby. To Michelle she was the perfect representation of a healthy parent.

Michelle’s mother rarely cooked herself, often too tired from work or gambling to do so, but in light of what had happened, she decided to cook their dinner herself. It was a treat, as she had once been on the fast track to becoming a well respected chef, but then she met her husband, and she found she had a natural ability in business too. Despite how little she cooked those days, she often said it was like a bike to her; once you learn, you never forget.

“This is a rare pleasure, Rachel. You hardly ever cook for us.” Michelle’s father noted, watching as his wife went about the kitchen expertly, gathering everything she would need.

“Yeah? Well, maybe if someone was better with finances, then I’d have more free time. Seriously, you’d be helpless without me, Bryon.” She joked.

Rachel Viona handled the majority of finances at their company, Viona Inc. when Michelle asked about the name, they said it was a joke more than anything, in how it was so unoriginal and lame, but it had stuck. Michelle’s father, Bryon Viona, was the CEO of the company, though his wife had a point in that he was far worse with numbers than he would admit. Despite their success, they didn’t expect much from Michelle, though not in the sense that they simply thought her to be a failure, they just refused to put pressure on her like that. If she had said she wanted to be a pole dancer, they probably would not support it, but they wouldn’t outright say no; if it was her dream, then they wouldn’t crush it.

“Now if you two stop gambling, we’ll be a perfect family.” Michelle said aloud. Her parents stopped all their activity and looked down. They weren’t proud of what they did, but it was a borderline addiction by now. Their daughter looked down as well, as she never liked to bring the topic up.

“We know, dear, but…” Her mother began, but let the sentence trail off. What excuse could she give?

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll, uh, I’ll just be in my room; try to forget about today, y’know?” Michelle said, and stood.

“Okay, I’ll call when dinner’s ready.” Her mother said in parting, Michelle simply nodded as she turned the corner to the stairs.

Back in her room, her eyes immediately fell on the vial. Thoughts of how she had wished time and time again, to be able to help her parents break their gambling habit, but she didn’t know what to say. If the drug could fix her body, would it fix her mind as well? Make her capable of helping her parents? They didn’t want to do it, but years of spending night after night playing poker, blackjack or craps, had settled into their very souls by now. If she were different, better than she was now, could she help them?

For the next forty minutes these questions raged in Michelle’s mind as she sat at her desk. She couldn’t take her eyes from the bottle, imagining the liquid sitting in it. She remembered the story of Adam who ate the Forbidden Fruit, how he had given into temptation, and had thus led to humanity’s current state. It had angered God, but it had started the evolution of humanity, at least from the bible’s perspective. Was this a Forbidden Fruit; her temptation? A voice in her mind told her it was dangerous, that it would lead to an unpleasant life for her, but another said it would give her all she desired. Both made persuasive arguments, but neither could tip the scales in the other’s favour. She heard her mother call out that dinner was ready.

Michelle stood, ready to go, but her hand touched the bottle. It was slight, but she felt something like an electric shock from it, as though it were calling to her. The voice that said it would end her began to die down, while the other voice rose, becoming a thunderous roar in her mind. As though in a trance, she reached out and took hold of the bottle, popping the cap off, before downing the remaining contents in a single go. She came back to her senses as a sudden bolt of pain spiked through her body, personified as she let loose a shriek to put a banshee to shame. Immediately, she heard the rapid footsteps of her parents running up the stairs, but it was like hearing it through water. The world she saw was going dark, the edges fading to black. No, she thought, a tear running down her face, I can’t die… I can’t. Any further thought was lost to her, as she succumbed to the encroaching darkness.

“We should call a doctor.”

“It’s only been an hour, and she doesn’t look sick.”

“But she collapsed. We should at least call someone to take a look at her.” Michelle recognized the voices, they were her parents, and they were talking like she wasn’t there.

“I can hear you, y’know.” She muttered, surprised at how dry her mouth felt.

“Michelle, oh, baby… I’m so glad you’re okay.” Her mother said, and Michelle felt herself lifted into her mother’s embrace.

“What happened?” Her father asked, worry thick in his voice. Michelle mustered her strength and opened her eyes, seeing their faces near hers, their eyes red and puffy.

“I-I honestly don’t know.” She said, telling the truth. She couldn’t remember a thing before falling asleep, “What’s the problem, I was just sleeping.”

“Honey, you collapsed. We found you on the floor, you were hardly breathing.” Rachel gushed in a single breath, panting by the end, her voice hoarse from crying.

“N-No, I… I went to bed, I swear.” Michelle said, confused. She felt her head, feeling a small lump atop it. Did she hit her head?

“Rachel,” Bryon said and pulled his wife back, letting Michelle’s head fall back onto her pillows. He sat on her bed and looked at his daughter, “Michelle, have you been doing drugs?” He asked, blunt and serious.

“What?!” Was her immediate reply, “N-no, of course not! Why would you even think that?”

“Honey, I’ve worked with people like that before, and they’ve, uh, they’ve collapsed under pressure. I’ve seen this happen.” He told her.

“I swear to god, all I did was go to sleep.”

“She could have just hit her head, Bryon.” Rachel offered. Michelle gave her a slight smile in way of thanks. Her father sighed and smiled at her.

“Sorry, I just had to check is all. We were worried about you. Come on,” He said to Rachel, “Let’s go, let her sleep.” It wasn’t until then that Michelle realized she felt exhausted.

“But she hasn’t eaten anything.”

“It’s okay, Mum. I’m not hungry right now anyway.”

“Okay, well, I’ll leave a plate of dinner out for you if you wake up.” Rachel said and with that, she and her husband left, leaving Michelle to rest.

Despite feeling tired, she couldn’t sleep. She tried everything, reading a book, fluffing her pillows, counting sheep, but none it seemed to work. It was like she suddenly had all this pent up energy she needed to work off. As a last resort, Michelle began doing push-ups on her floor, hoping that it would wear her down. As she continued however, she found herself passing her previous record of thirty push-ups in a row, even breaching fifty and still going strong. After losing count, she stood, amazed that she hardly felt the workout, running a hand through her hair told her she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Sitting on her bed she tried to think of a way to fall asleep.

As she sat there, she found her body felt hot. Not like when she was embarrassed, or angry, or even after working out, rather it felt… pleasant. Michelle knew this feeling, it was like when she had watched porn for the first a few years ago; she was horny. Maybe that would do it, she thought, thinking that if she masturbated it would calm her down. With that in mind, she began to undress, sighing with relief as she pulled her shirt off, with surprising difficulty, as it seemed to get caught on her chest. What the hell’s going on? She thought angrily, more than a little anxious to quell this constantly growing heat. With a grunt of effort, she hefted her shirt over her head and looked down.

Her chest had ballooned out in what seemed to be a blink of an eye. Her formerly flat chest, had become two orbs of perfection. They were the perfect teardrop shape, sitting proudly on her chest, capped with two stiff, eager nipples. Michelle guessed them to be D cups at least. Practically desperate to begin now, she all but tore off her pants, which, like her shirt, seemed to be caught on something, though she was quicker to take them off this time. Curiosity briefly overpowered her lust, and she was able to contort her body to see behind herself. Unable to cry out, for fear of her parents seeing her like this, she managed to keep herself under control, even as she stared in wide-eyed horror, at the small, but noticeable nub just above her small rear. Her need to masturbate forgotten, she stood and opened her walk in closet.

She didn’t have many clothes, so she instead used the space to keep a full length mirror. She often asked herself why she did it, when the sight of her petite body was often the cause of her dismay, but it became a habit to see if she had grown at all, even if it was followed by disappointment. Now she was standing with her back to it and her head turned as far as she could in an attempt to see the nub, which twitched every now and then, growing each time it did so. It oddly didn’t hurt, even as her skin seemed to stretch around the now six inch length. It was no thicker than her thumb, but it was still growing. Michelle stared enraptured as her body grew a new appendage.

Within ten minutes the nub had become over a foot long, and twice as thick as Michelle’s thumb. It still didn’t show any signs of stopping, and she showed no signs of losing interest either. Several more minutes passed by, and the tail, there was no way she could deny it, was roughly twenty inches in length and over an inch thick. As she watched, she could feel muscles growing along its length, constantly swaying slightly as her mind grew accustomed to controlling it. Then came the final stage. With a flash of burning agony, Michelle couldn’t stop herself from crying out lightly, though she kept her eyes trained on the tail, her tail. She watched as fur grew all over it, covering the new appendage in fur the same colour as her hair, if a little darker.

When it was over, she fell to her knees, gasping in exhaustion. Is it over? She thought, and was answered by a sudden stab of pain in her head.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She nearly shouted, barely holding herself back. She grabbed her head, feeling two nubs atop it, both growing quickly, even faster than her tail. Almost as soon as the pain came, it was gone, replaced by a strange sensation atop her head, where she felt two large, fluffy ears, like those of a cat’s. Standing once more, she turned to see herself in the mirror, feeling both horror, and definite amazement at the image before her.

Michelle had gone from a flat chested, petite girl, to something of a wet dream for anime nerds.

Atop her head, were a pair of cat ears, twitching at every sound they picked up, which was nearly everything. Her eyes, something she had failed to notice before, had also changed; her iris having turned from her previous oak green, to a glowing golden colour, her pupils slitted to match the cat like appearance, her lashes had also thickened, framing her eyes perfectly. Nothing else had changed on her face, except any and all acne she had was gone, leaving only baby smooth skin. Beneath her neckline however, was a different story.

During the growth of her tail and ears, her breasts had gone unnoticed. On a tall woman, they would look large, but on her small size, they were massive. The teardrop shape had remained, but her breasts had grown considerably, leaving her with breasts that were either large E cups, or an average F. Her nipples had grown to match, her prior arousal returning somewhat as she stared at their inch long length. Michelle half expected to feel the weight of her new endowments, but they didn’t feel any different to her, which was a relief, having heard women complaining about the weight of large breasts, but it also disappointed her, as it felt like she hadn’t received a complete package. As if in reaction to this, she felt a sudden weight befall her, though not enough for it to ever be a problem. Michelle couldn’t resist a smile as her new eyes traveled further down.

Her waist evidently didn’t need a change as it had remained completely unaltered. As her eyes came to her hips, she pouted in disappointment, as they and her legs had gone completely unchanged. Twisting her head around slightly, she saw that her rear had also received no further changes. Like with her breasts however, the moment she willed it, her unchanged ass began to expand, though it ended fairly quickly, only giving her cheeks a small boost. Likewise, her hips had only grown very slightly, however it was enough to make Michelle happy. She now had a body she was proud of, one that she found sexy.

There was one problem that presented itself though. How could she explain her cat ears and tail? She could hide the tail and ears, but some new instinct told her it would be beyond uncomfortable. With a groan of discomfort, she felt a strange sucking sensation atop her head and above her new ass. It didn’t take any longer than a moment for her to figure out that her body was responding to her demands. Her human ears grew back, though her eyes stayed the same. This and the limited expansion of her ass and hips, alongside the fact that no changes had occurred to her legs, despite her wish for them to be longer, told her that there were limits to what her new body could do. That did little to dampen her mood however, as she bounced with joy.

Doing so, she found that her muscles had been altered as well. As she was jumping over a foot into the air, after which she was thankful her bedroom ceiling was over two feet above her, and yet, she landed quietly, with only the softest of thuds. It also told her that her senses had been enhanced overall, as she could hear her soft landings clearly. Her eyes could see the small movements of spiders in the corner of her room, something she quickly dealt with, placing the arachnids outside her window, her nose even picked up the now cold dinner downstairs. A sudden growl from her stomach had her leaving her room and heading down the stairs immediately.

She didn’t realise until she had already put the plate of food in the microwave, that she had no problems seeing in the near complete darkness. She had read somewhere before, during a time when she was randomly searching the internet, that cats have a higher number of rods in their eyes, which lets one see in darkness. They were also said to be near sighted, needing to be about twenty feet to see something a human could at a hundred feet. However, as Michelle looked outside the living room window, she could see everything perfectly fine, though in the darkness colours were distinctly muted. It was almost like she had the abilities of a cat, but with none of the drawbacks.

She couldn’t resist smiling at the idea as the microwave finished reheating her meal. She sat at the table, eating her warm meal, while sorting through everything that had happened. She had almost died, been miraculously healed by some kind of drug, taken the rest of that drug and now she was something like a catgirl. Looking at the old-fashioned clock on the wall, seeing the numbers clearly despite the darkness; she would be a cat-woman in less then an hour. It was strange to think that all this happened just one day before she turned eighteen.

As she was placing her plate in the dishwasher, she heard her mother coming down the stairs. Some new instinct told Michelle to hide, but she ignored it, thinking it strange that her new body would even think to do that, besides it was dark, so she wouldn’t see her naked state. She began walking to the stairs, only to bump into her mother.

“Hey, baby, are you feeling better?” She asked, clearly worried about her daughter.

“Uh, um, yeah… yeah! I-I’m fine.” It was suddenly a struggle for Michelle to even speak. Her mouth went dry, her body suddenly becoming a furnace, at least it felt that way to her, while her mother was none the wiser.

“You sure? Nothing hurts, your head’s alright?” She reached out to feel her only child’s forehead, allowing Michelle to figure out what was happening to her. She was horny, more so than ever before, and the cause stood right in front of her.

“I’m sure, Mum. Really, I am. I’m just a bit tired is all.” Michelle said, trying her hardest not to tackle her own mother to the ground and fuck her.

“Are you sure… there isn’t, anything, I can help you with.” Rachel offered, her voice slightly husky and full of what could only be lust for her daughter. Michelle didn’t respond, simply pushing past her mother and rushing up the stairs, her footsteps barely making a sound, despite her distress.

After making back to her room and shutting the door, she was panting. Her entire body felt hot, like it had just before her changes. Looking down at herself, she saw her nipples were hard as rock, not only that, but her breasts were growing, right before her eyes. On her small figure, they were already massive, but they were soon entering the realm of gigantic. With every inch added to her bust line, her desire for sex grew, and neither seemed about to end anytime soon. Looking at her digital clock sitting on her desk, she saw the time was mere minutes away from midnight. Something told her that these changes would end the very second she turned eighteen.

A pulling sensation in her legs distracted her from her expanding chest. A sudden burst of pleasure shot through her, causing her head to fall back in an involuntary show of ecstasy. Forcing herself to look down, she noticed the ground moving further away; she was growing taller! The thought excited her, but the continuous flow of desire through her body made it hard to focus on the change, as she struggled to keep her hands from touching herself. When the pulling in her legs ended, it began in her torso and arms, making them longer and in proportion to her elongated legs, soon she was every teenage boy’s wet dream, standing at six feet tall and with breasts the size of a busty porn stars. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw as the time turned to 12:00AM. She was officially eighteen now.

As quickly as the minute had changed, the heat assaulting her body dissipated. Exhausted from controlling herself for so long, she fell back against the wall, slowly sliding down it to sit on her carpet. Looking down at herself she couldn’t help but wonder how to explain this to her parents, let alone the people at school. Her breasts were easily twice their previous size, each one the size of her head, yet remarkably perky, as though supported by an invisible bra, though at the same time they were obviously natural to any who would see them, capped as they were by proportionate aureola and nipples. She was able to hear near enough everything, so she knew her cat ears were grown, and the feeling of soft fur against her leg was no doubt her tail. Unable to handle much more at that time, she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off to the wonderful land of dreams.

In the morning she felt both incredibly well rested and sleepy. It was like how a cat often seemed; wide awake, but ready to sleep at a moments notice. Sitting up, she found herself in her bed, despite her mind being sluggish after sleeping, she knew that this wasn’t where she had fallen asleep, meaning her mother or father had moved her. In a sudden panic, she stood and looked in her mirror, hoping against hope that it had all been a dream. Staring back at her was definitely the visage she had grown accustomed to; a petite girl with dark red hair. For a moment she thought it had, in fact, been a dream, but then she registered her slightly glowing eyes, their golden colour standing out against her thick lashes, and her new E cup breasts. Falling to floor in a husk, though she made hardly any sound as did so, she began to feel a surge of panic overtaking her as she tried to figure out a way of getting out of school; maybe they would be closed, she thought hopefully, but she had received no indication of this being the case. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of people calling her a freak.

Just then her mother walked in and saw her daughter sitting there, tears streaming down her face. It was rare that either of her parents were still home when Michelle woke for school, but with all that had happened, she wouldn’t be surprised if a Nazi vampire army invaded Britain using blimps. Rachel was by her daughter in a flash, hugging her to her chest and asking what was wrong. Michelle didn’t reciprocate the hug though, simply grateful that her mother was there, even if she would probably leave once she noticed what had happened to her daughter.

“I’m a freak, Mum.” She said, voice cracking slightly.

“No you’re not. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, yes, you’re my beautiful, baby girl.” Her mother said in comfort, stroking Michelle’s back lightly. Michelle pushed her back and showed her mother her new eyes. Rachel said nothing, simply stared blankly.

“See what I mean?” The young girl said, waiting for her mother to look shocked and say that they would find a way to fix it or something.

“I said it once, I’ll say it again; You’re my beautiful, baby girl.”

“But-”

“No,” Rachel said, cutting her off, “People change as they get older, and I doubt that you’re the first person to have this happen to them. Besides,” She said and looked her daughter dead in the eyes, “They really are beautiful.” At that moment, Michelle felt her face burn with a fierce blush, her body doing likewise as a strange desire spread over her mind.

“I love you, Mummy.” She said, her voice rising an octave to sound as cute as possible.

“I love you too, sweetie.” Rachel said, responding on autopilot as she too experienced a strange lust building within.

“I want to love you more. Much, much more.” Michelle said.

“I’m all yours, honey.” Her mother said, her nipples hardening in anticipation and her pussy growing wet.

“It’s my birthday, Mummy. We should put on our birthday suits.” Michelle said, her voice as sweet as a young child’s, but it had a distinct sexual undertone.

“Of course.” Rachel said, unable to resist her daughter’s command, as she began to take off her shirt.

The sight of her mother stripping before her very eyes brought Michelle to her senses. With a sudden cry, she pushed her mother away, getting up and running into the bathroom. After locking the door, she sat on the toilet and breathed quick and deep. Why was she saying those things? Why did she want her mother to strip? As she asked herself those questions, her body began to change, as though in response to the lust surging within. Her breasts ballooned out, her ass growing to keep in proportion, while her legs, torso and arms grew longer. The increase in sound all around her, and a small pressure at her rear told her that her ears and tail had grown in.

All thought seemed to vanish when her body was finished. She could only focus on one thing, the burning heat within her virgin pussy, her juices practically pouring forth and soaking through her clothes, creating a quickly growing puddle on the toilet lid. She needed to cum. That one thought reigned supreme in her mind, her arms moving to remove her top, strained as it was by her massive bust. A thought popped into her sexually charged mind, wondering who had dressed her, but it was forgotten soon after, as the flame of desire burned ever brighter. With her massive breasts free, her hands ran over their soft expanses, fingers sinking to the firm, yet yielding flesh. Finding her stiff nipples, she caressed them between her thumb and index finger, lightly pinching the sensitive nubs. The pleasure she felt only pushing her further into the grip of her body’s desire.

The spikes of pleasure felt like lightning coursing through her body. Each shock causing her pussy to let loose a small torrent of feminine juices, the slight breeze blowing through the open window almost seeming to caress her engorged pussy lips. She released one of her breasts, pulling her nipple as she did so, the pain translating to pleasure instantly, as she moved the freed hand to her drooling cunt, eager to feel even more pleasure. As her fingertips ran over her vulva, she was caught off guard by the alien sensations, having never masturbated before, preferring to work out instead. A gasp of pure ecstasy escaped her lips.

Her fingers were only lightly stroking her outer lips now, yet still Michelle felt like she’d cum any moment now. Finding her engorged clit, she was briefly taken from her sexual trance, as she noticed that it felt… too big for a clitoris. Running a finger over it however, instantly eliminating any concern she may have had, pleasure overwriting everything else. Her other hand was practically mauling her breast, her nipple tender from the rough treatment she had given it. As she once more pulled on it, she felt something… wet on her finger. A glance down confirmed what it was; milk. Her milk.

Rather than be surprised by this, Michelle felt her body heating up even further. Her instincts told her this was natural for her now, that she should accept it. She didn’t fight it. Michelle’s throat suddenly felt parched, the sight of her milk, now flowing as freely as her vaginal juices, running down the mountain of her bust, brought her thirst to the forefront of her mind. Acting out of need, she pushed the breast to her lips, locking them around the tip, and sucking hard on the protruding teat. Warm milk flooded her mouth instantly, her milk production seeming to be above that of even a dairy cow. It was sweeter than a cow’s milk as well, thicker too, she thought and gulped down mouthful after mouthful.

The hand at her pussy was gently prodding her opening now. Her cunt so wet, that, without meaning to, her index finger slipped inside, to a chorus of moans from Michelle. The feeling of having something inside her beyond amazing, however something felt off, but at that time she couldn’t care less about higher thought functions. Eager to feel more pleasure, she shoved two more fingers into her hungry pussy, which accepted the additional penetration easily, as though it were the cunt of a whore, rather than a virgin. She could feel her natural lubricant running over her hand now, as she forced her three fingers deeper inside, she squeaked in discomfort. She had met her hymen.

Enraptured as she was with seeking pleasure, Michelle threw caution to the wind, and forced her fingers to the base. It was at once; the most intense pain, and the most exquisite pleasure. The shock of such a sensation, had her drawing on her nipple even harder, filling her mouth to overflowing, her sweet milk running down her mountainous breast and over her stomach, pooling in her navel, before running over her already soaked crotch. She wriggled her fingers around inside her cunt, searching for even greater pleasure, which she soon found in the form of her g-spot. Tears of absolute joy were running down her face as she felt a pressure building within her body.

She wasn’t sure why, but she felt the need to go even harder. The pressure inside her spurring her on to reach the plateau of pleasure. She pressed her thumb against her oversized clitoris, rubbing the milk into the sensitive nub, bringing forth a loud moan from Michelle, the vibration causing a slight increase in her milk production. Soon everything began to come to a head. Each suck on her nipple caused her pussy to convulse wildly. Each time she ran a finger over her g-spot, she would let loose a small torrent of girl cum. Each time she pressed down on her clit, words would fail to match her pleasure.

The pressure within kept building, until finally she threw back her head, releasing her breast, and let loose a soundless cry of mind breaking euphoria. It was nigh impossible for her to stay conscious at that time. Her pussy squirted enough to put a dozen squirters to shame, her breasts mimicking her cunt by spraying a seemingly endless supply of her milk. The orgasm began to recede, but Michelle had tasted bliss, and she wanted more. She began pumping her fingers back and forth in her cunt, her other hand viciously massaging her breast, her orgasm ramping her sensitivity up to eleven. Within moments of cumming the first time, she was now experiencing an climax even better than before.

Michelle kept this up for several more orgasms. Eventually it got to the point where each one blended into the other, layer upon layer building up until she had reached a rapturous climax, the likes of which no human had ever experienced before. When she had exhausted her considerable stamina, she slumped back against the wall, barely conscious and panting from her exertions. To even her own surprise, a few minutes later, Michelle felt nearly completely recovered. Before if she had pressed herself so hard, it would have taken a few days, or even a week to recover fully. She didn’t question it further though.

A knock on the door made her jump.

“Michelle, baby, you’ll be late for school.” Her mother said through the door, sounding as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t come so close to stripping for her own daughter. Michelle didn’t question it further, as she had bigger things to worry about, i.e. being late for school. As she rushed back to her room, keeping alert to avoid her parents, she was surprised that the school was open today. Ordinarily a shooting would result in a school’s closure for at a couple of days, guess people thought it was okay since the gunman had been apprehended. It didn’t matter though, as she only had ten minutes to make herself presentable, have breakfast, and think of a way to explain her new features.

In her room, she was finding it hard to track down any clothing that would fit her now. She had reverted back to her base state once she had finished her slew of orgasms, but her bust and bottom were still far bigger than before. She didn’t own any bras, since they seemed unnecessary before, not that if she did they would fit her. Even her mother’s were no doubt far too small, as she was only an average D cup, though she probably wouldn’t need one, as her breasts were amazingly perky. It wasn’t too difficult to get her clothing over her rump, though it was noticeably tighter. Thankfully, she found an oversized shirt, one that she had gotten long ago in the belief that she would grow into it. Dressed as best she could, Michelle rushed down the stairs, smelling the heavenly scent of a cooked breakfast.

In the kitchen she saw that her mother had laid the table for her. At that moment, Michelle wanted to leave, fearful of what might happen, but a growl from her stomach made her stay. Taking a seat, she watched her mother carefully, ready to leave at the first sign that she was losing it. To her gratitude, Rachel simply went about the kitchen, telling Michelle that she could get her food now. The teenager could hardly resist the smell of breakfast, even though she couldn’t quite figure out what the food making the scent was. Getting up, she caught sight a small grill her mother had set up recently, and grilling on it was some salmon. Michelle immediately took a step back, having never liked fish once in her entire life. Her mother caught sight of this and questioned her about it.

“Michelle? What’s wrong, honey?”

“It’s fish!” She all but shouted, “You know I don’t like fish.” It was unlike her to act this way, but given all that had happened, Michelle assumed she had a right to be a little bit of an asshole.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Something told me you’d enjoy this more today.” Rachel apologised, but grinned seeing her daughter’s indecision. As she had said before, something was telling her Michelle would be fine soon enough.

“I-I… I guess I could, uh, give it a try.” She said and got the grilled salmon onto her plate, mouth watering from the scent, her stomach growling fiercely. As she placed the first piece in her mouth, she felt her taste buds set alight. Despite her history with the food, this had taken the throne of her favorite food.

As she ate, her mother set a glass of milk beside her. Michelle suddenly realized that she was like a 3rd grader’s idea of a cat-woman, or worse yet, she was like that god awful movie. Even though she didn’t like the idea of being such a stereotypical catgirl, she couldn’t deny that she now loved the taste of fish, as her mother brought her various types of the seafood, intuitively knowing her daughter was starving. A glance at the clock had Michelle standing suddenly, seeing that she was five minutes late already. Draining a large glass of milk within a couple of seconds, she said goodbye to her mother and was out the door, running to school. She was thankful once again that she lived fairly close to her school.

As she ran she couldn’t help but grin. The houses and trees that ran alongside her path were passing by so quickly, it was like she was on a motorbike without a helmet or fear of crashing. Her hair whipped around her, stray locks obstructing her vision, but she never worried about falling, as she dodged anything that might endanger her. Even with everything that had happened to her, Michelle felt more alive than ever before. To her disappointment, she was at her school gates within mere minutes. She felt like she had barely warmed up, her breathing calm and even despite running at roughly thirty miles an hour. Calming herself, she walked along the campus walkway.

It didn’t take long for people to take notice of her. Michelle was well known, even if no one really knew her personally, as she had participated in numerous school events and performed admirably in every one. While she was known for her athletic ability, most saw her as the unlucky teen who wound with an undeveloped body. However, now they saw the same girl, they knew it was the same one, as her red hair, and small stature was quickly identifiable, but her large bust and well rounded ass had the majority of the student body chattering among themselves, something Michelle picked up and couldn’t hold back the small smirk that spread across her face. Finally people would actually like her body, rather than pity her for it.

Or so she had thought. It didn’t take long for a rumor to spread around school that she had actually set up the shooting incident, as a way to get out of school and get breast implants or something along those lines. This didn’t particularly surprise her, as she had considered taking time off school and using breast implants as a way to explain her new endowments, but what did surprise her, was how many people bought into the rumor. They didn’t seem to understand that it was practically impossible to have something like plastic surgery done one day and go to school the next. Throughout the day people mostly just stared at her; boys in want, and girls in jealous disgust.

There were several in particular. They were the popular girls, though not cheerleaders as one might think, they were the ones that always had a legion of sycophants at their beck and call, alongside their boyfriends who were always the hottest in guys in school. They were the stereotypical popular girls seen in movies, always looking down on others, making snide remarks behind their backs, judging people based on their social standing in the school. Michelle had been tormented by them during her first year, but after fighting back, resulting in more one broken nose, they had left her alone, opting to glare at her on occasion rather than risk a direct confrontation. But that little barrier was broken as far as they were concerned.

They were easily made jealous. Whether it’s because someone got a head start in puberty during their middle school years, or if someone was able to distract their loyal boyfriends attention from their assets to another’s. And that was what Michelle had done. The other girls were all taller and had been more developed, but now Michelle was able to use her small height to accentuate her new breasts, the E cups appearing far larger on her then they would on a normal sized girl. Not only that, but her admittedly small by comparison ass, which swayed in time with her walk, was also a point of notice. Before her change, the jeans she wore were already form fitting, but now they were stretched taut around her butt cheeks. As per the course, the popular girls targeted her once again.

Michelle was amazed that no one had noticed her eyes. Whenever she looked in a mirror they practically glowed, and not one person had mentioned them. Probably too distracted, she thought and looked down at her breasts. She hadn’t noticed in her rush that morning, that she had a rather noticeable cleavage, the deep chasm created by her breasts seeming to draw people into the depths of the abyss. Heading into the girl’s restroom, she couldn’t resist studying herself in the mirror, the very fact that she had curves always leading her to do so. As she was enjoying herself, the door opened and several girls stepped in.

Moving quickly to cover up what she was doing, Michelle had already begun washing her hands. She had heard their approached a little before the door had opened, her hearing seeming to always be on alert. Glancing at the new arrivals, Michelle felt her blood chill as she listed off each of them in turn: At the front was Madison Lee. Everyone knew she was a bitch, and that she didn’t care that they knew, openly humiliating people first chance she got. She would have been expelled long ago were it not for her father being on the board of directors. Madison was essentially the leader of the school’s most adored, and hated group of girls.

Behind her, were four other girls. The one closet to Madison was Amanda McCall, someone who had once been a kind mentor of sorts to Michelle when she had first joined the track team, but after some pressure from Madison, she had left the team, started revealing much more skin, and had even begun to emulated Madison’s speech, inserting insults to anyone considered beneath her. She was basically the second in command of Madison’s group.

Bringing up the rear was Wendy Smith, Alexandra Rogers and Mary Jones. Each were in the lower tier of Madison’s group, but clearly ranked high enough to regularly hang around her. The three were easily the kindest of the group, as they would often keep to themselves, only adding insults when Madison prompted them to do so. Yet none of this seemed to matter to Michelle, as she could barely keep her eyes from their bodies, each girl the perfect image of a high school slut, with hot pants that clung to their shapely rears like a second skin, low cut tank tops that exposed plenty of cleavage and their navels. It was practically a uniform among the girls.

Michelle began to try and etch their features into her memories. Madison was one hundred percent fake; her breasts sitting too high on her chest, perfectly rounded like soccer balls. It was obvious that it wasn’t because of her bra or something, as her nipples poked through her shirt, a side effect of the surgery no doubt. Her waist was like a Barbie doll’s, flaring into waspish thighs. Her ass, something Michelle could see through the mirror, was also obviously fake, the cheeks far too large and perfect for someone who never did an ounce of exercise. Madison’s face was coated in make-up, but she clearly had the good sense not to pile it on, as her cheeks only held a slight blush, her eyes framed by thick, fake lashes and eyeliner. The most extravagant part of her face was her lips and hair.

Her platinum blonde hair was possibly the only natural part of her body. It fell perfectly to her waist, each hair seeming to have been cut to perfection, while a stylized fringe covered her forehead. While Madison’s hair was indeed beautiful, Michelle’s attention was caught by her lips. Through what limited knowledge she had, Michelle knew they were the perfect lips, most likely designed to fit perfectly around a thick, vein riddled cock. The full pillow like lips, were coated in a glossy, ruby lipstick, their shape stuck in a permanent pout that had every guy in school hard at a glance. Michelle could easily imagine having a cock and ploughing it through those gorgeous lips.

She shook her head, wondering where the thought had come from, before she focused once more on the other girls. Amanda was all natural. Her breasts were insanely perky, but they sagged just enough to come off as natural. Her waist wasn’t the Barbie size of Madison’s, but it was still slim and flared into wide, child baring hips. Her ass was a little smaller than Madison’s, but it still stretched out her shorts. She had large lips, often fixed into a pout, and coated in the same glossy lipstick as Madison’s. Her fire red hair was styled into a pixie haircut.

Wendy, Alexandra, and Mary were the most plain of the five. Not for lack of trying, but they clearly didn’t have access to expensive surgery like Madison, or the luck of Amanda. They were very similar with only minor differences; each had what Michelle estimated to be large C cups, tapering into a slim waist, their stomachs showed a very slight pot belly making them come off as less disciplined than the others, and slightly bigger than average hips. Their asses were hugged tight by their hot pants, but not quite as perfectly as Madison’s or Amanda’s. Their lips average at best, but were coated in the same lipstick as the others.

The only noticeable difference between the three were their eyes and hair colors. Wendy had shoulder length, curly brown hair, Alexandra had long black hair that fell just past her shoulders in natural waves, and Mary had a fairly plain cascade of dark, blonde hair that framed her slightly rounded face. If put into Video Game terms, those three were the minions, Amanda was the stage boss, while Madison was the Main Boss of the game. The comparison seemed to be on the money, as Madison signaled one of the back three to lock the door.

“Well,” She said, her voice sickly sweet as always, “Now it’s just the six of us.” Michelle easily caught the malice in her tone.

Despite being locked alone in a room with six other girls, Michelle was perfectly calm. Her body was relaxed. Madison, seeing this, took several aggressive steps towards her.

“You may think you’re hot shit now, just because you got a quick little boob job, but there’s only one queen bee at this school. And that’s-” She was cut off by Michelle.

“Yeah, I’ve watched a bunch of teen movies. I’ve heard it all before. So you gonna leave first, or shall I?” The popular girl was obvious taken aback by the confidence in Michelle’s tone, she quickly recovered though, needing to maintain appearances in front her subordinates.

“Like hell. You need to be taken down a couple of notches, you little bitch.” She snarled, forcing her face into Michelle’s.

It happened quickly. At first Michelle was staring Madison in the eye, refusing to back down, even when the taller girl forced her face into her’s, but the second Michelle breathed in through her nose, her body set aflame. The fake girl had a scent that had Michelle’s body burning with lust. Stumbling back, she struggled to stand steady. Seeing this, Madison just laughed cruelly, the other girls joining in.

“Awww, what’s the matter? Scared?” She stepped closer to Michelle, who was swaying on the spot. So many scents swirled around her, each one as enticing as the last. She instinctively knew this scent; it was that of a female in heat. Her panties were quickly soaked, her juices drooling down her thighs. The girls saw this and assumed she had pissed herself, their howls of laughter echoing through the restroom.

“Maybe we should take a picture of you like this? C’mon girls, whip out your phones.” They did as they were told, the sound of each phone taking picture after picture of Michelle’s unsightly state. The shorter girl was lost to the world around her, breathing in deeply through her nose, basking in those glorious scents. When Madison took a step closer, coming to Michelle’s reach, she acted.

Her mind was overtaken by her body’s need. Lust raged like an unstoppable force of nature within, her nipples poking out from her shirt, her pussy darkened the fabric of her jeans, overflowing with a desire that transcended even that of a nymphomaniacs. Her body reacted to her desires, changing to her fully grown state before the other girls’ eyes, even as it did so, her hand had darted out and caught hold of Madison’s wrist, unnatural strength making it impossible for the formerly taller girl to escape.

“Hey! Let go of me you freak!” The last work came out as a squeak. A sudden heat had spread throughout the room, closely followed by an overpowering scent. Unknown to the five human girls, the scent in the room was riddled with a mutated form of pheromones and aphrodisiacs, produced by Michelle’s body, seeping from her very pore. Within minutes the five would fall to their knees before the transforming girl, begging her to fuck them.

Before their eyes, the short, busty girl began to grow. Her body growing to six feet tall, her bust keeping pace, turning from her large E cups, to enormous JJ cups, nipples striking out of her shirt, the fabric of which was quickly becoming strained in an attempt to hold her unnaturally large bust. Michelle now stood two inches higher than Madison, still gripping the shocked girl’s wrists in her larger hand. Her hips and ass had grown to proportion, now as large if not larger than Madison’s own synthetic assets. Up until then, the five girls had simply stared, transfixed by the transformation, but as the final change came over Michelle they each gaped in part horror, part surprise, and part desire. The pheromones had begun to take effect.

Michelle felt the pressure focused on her head and lower back. Despite having only felt it a couple of times prior, she had long since memorized the feeling that preceded the growth of her ears and tail. With a small groan, her tail grew rapidly, while her human ears disappeared, cat ears growing atop her head to replace them. It was over extremely quick, leaving the other girls stunned. Michelle had lowered her head in an unconscious attempt to stave off her desire for the other girls, but with her lust in control, she had no such qualms. She raised her head and looked each scared girl in the eye.

In the mirror she saw the flash of her eyes as they darted around the room. During the day they had simply glowed ever so slightly, not enough to garner a huge amount of attention, but now they could no doubt penetrate even the thickest darkness. Michelle could see everything now, each subtle twitch of the fearful girls, the slowly quickening rise and fall of their chests, even the extremely slight amount of moisture pooling in their crotches now. Breathing in deeply through her nose, Michelle was bombarded by their scents once more, however in her transformed state she was able to handle the onslaught of female lust. It was like they were all in heat.

A wide smile spread across her face as all manner of scenarios played through her mind. An image of herself sitting in a throne of sorts, as the other girls all kneels around her, grinding their breasts and crotches against Michelle in an effort to garner her attention. Another had Michelle and Madison in the sixty-nine position, Madison’s face one of absolute bliss as she pleasured Michelle, even though she herself was barely being touched. The last and best of all, had each girl on all fours, swaying their shapely rears at Michelle, as she reached down and gripped her throbbing cock. The last thought was enough to shake Michelle from her daydream.

Her lust receded in her shock as herself. Looking down she saw nothing was different, and sighed in relief, knowing that her body could most likely make any of her sudden urges happen. Madison and her girls simply stared at her, their leader no longer even attempting to get free of Michelle’s grip, as she felt her body burning with an alien desire. Each girl had the same thought; pleasure this girl. They were quick to shake it from their minds, but the idea was there, and each time they lapsed in control, the thought came back, stronger than before. It was a battle they could not win.

Several deep breaths later and Michelle’s lust was once more in control. No longer able to hold back, she pulled Madison towards her, the girl barely reacting to the rough pull, however when Michelle pressed her open lips to Madison’s, the formerly intimidating girl regained her cognitive function, once more trying to get away from the catgirl. Michelle however, ignored the punches, hardly feeling them thanks to her new body, as she forced the struggling slut’s lips apart, letting Michelle’s tongue invade the warmth of her mouth. Madison’s struggles began to weaken, until she was practically embracing Michelle.

The combination of the potent aphrodisiacs and pheromones in the air had already weakened her willpower. Then being pulled so close to the source set her crotch alight with need. The kiss was enough of a shock for her to regain temporary control, but the saliva evidently held the same chemicals in a much more concentrated form, making it powerful enough to overwhelm her reluctance and replace it with eager anticipation. After only ten seconds of being kissed, Madison was kissing back, no longer wanting to escape, in fact she wanted to be dominated by this girl, to have her desires supersede her own. When she was forced away she let out a high pitched whine of displeasure.

Turning her around, Michelle watched with a spark in her eye, as the other’s saw what their leader had become; a panting, red faced, eager little slut. Her hands were free, hanging limp by her side, before she noticed the group of girls all staring at her. A brief flash of her former self returned, and she raised her arms to try and shove Michelle away from her, however, to her shock, she didn’t. Or rather, she couldn’t. The idea that Michelle was her mistress, her goddess even, had rooted itself deep in her mind, quickly overriding her pride, her inhibitions, turning the superficial attention-whore into a true slut. In front of her former sycophants, Madison began to strip herself of her already revealing clothes, before quickly moving onto Michelle, revealing her perfect breasts and even her own lightly dripping snatch.

The smile on Michelle’s face said it all. She was jubilant, a small part of her mind screaming absolute joy at seeing a girl who had long since been the subject of hatred, brought to her metaphorical knees, and in front of her servants no less. However, this was only the first of many joys she would experience that day. In less than thirty seconds, Madison was completely naked, fondling her large, fake tits even as her friend’s stared in shock. She was moaning openly, even saying Michelle’s name in reverence.

The catgirl took hold of Madison’s hands and placed them at her sides. The panting girl did as she was wordlessly ordered, letting Michelle have her way with her body. In full view of the other four girls, Michelle fondled the heavy, saline filled breasts, digging her fingers into the unrelenting flesh and teasing the disproportionate nipples, no bigger than that of an average woman’s. The moans Madison gave out were like music to Michelle’s ears, as she abandoned her breasts, running her hands down the smooth expanse of her stomach, down to her sopping wet pussy. Leaning in to Madison’s ear, Michelle began to tease the poor girl even further;

“What a slut you are. All your friends are here you know? They can see everything; your big, fake tits, lips parted in ecstasy, and of course,” As she spoke, Michelle ran her fingertips lightly across her swollen labia, “They can see this too.” As though to accentuate ‘this’, Michelle forced three fingers into Madison’s dripping snatch, which accepted the invading digits eagerly, clenching around them lustfully. “Go on… tell them how much you love this. Tell them how much of a whore you really are.”

To Michelle’s disappointment, the girl still held some sense of pride, as she only moaned. To rectify this, she pulled her fingers from Madison’s pussy, raising the slick digits to her face.

“Lick them clean.” She ordered, smirking as Madison obeyed. “Good girl.” She simply stated, pulling the now cleaned fingers away, before pushing her down to the floor. Under Michelle’s machinations, Madison was soon kneeling on the cold, tiles, her enhanced ass cheeks pressing against her heels with very little give, with her face almost perfectly in front of Michelle’s own drooling cunt. In some part of her mind, she realized this was the source of the pheromone and aphrodisiac laden air. Leaning in, she breathed deeply, experiencing a miniature orgasm right then and there.

“You know what to do.” Michelle stated. Almost before she had finished the sentence, Madison was pressing her face against her tight snatch, lapping at her swollen lips like a dog. The taste urged the wanton slut to go faster, juices flowing quicker as a reward. Clamping her lips around the dripping pussy, Madison began to press her tongue in deep, while her nose pushed against Michelle’s swollen clit, easily the size of an eraser. However she paid this no mind, her very being focused solely on getting more of those wonderful tasting juices. In the recesses of her mind, she knew she would grow addicted at this rate, but the voice of her own desire shut those thoughts down. It wouldn’t matter, so long as she had her mistress.

Michelle was caught off guard by the fervour with which Madison went to work. She had expected the rich girl to have no skills in cunnilingus, but the way she ran her tongue along her drooling slit, using her nose to stimulate her massive clit, while her hands reached up to massage her ass cheeks, occasionally stroking her tail as well. Eager for more, Michelle slammed her new slut’s face into her pussy, while using a single hand to grope her own tits. It wasn’t enough though, even with the added stimulation, she wanted more. Then she recalled the audience, and, like any good performer, she brought into the act. Licking her lips in anticipation, Michelle pointed to Amanda.

The second in command had been looking on as though in a trance, however, as the simple gesture from Michelle, she was brought from it. She saw the catgirl pointing at her, the intent obvious; she wanted Amanda to join in. She looked around nervously, still at war with her common sense and desires. Seeing this, Michelle pulled Madison away from her snatch, turning the tormentor turned servant around. Amanda gasped in shock and arousal, seeing her former friend’s face coated in feminine cum, and clearly out of her mind with bliss, her tongue hanging limply from her mouth and drooling over her fake tits. As though some unspoken order had been given, she suddenly focused on Amanda, eyes no longer half crazed.

“Come on, Amanda. It feels amazing! Like, you know being high?” Amanda simply nodded, “Well, this is waaaaaaayyy better than that.” Madison practically gushed, her tongue flicking out to lap up what cum she could. Yet another unspoken command seemed to have been given, as she stood up on shaky legs, her inner thighs coated with her own juices, and walked over to the stunned girl. The rest took a step back in uncertain fear.

Amanda on the other didn’t move an inch. If anything, she may have leaned forward, as Madison pressed her hard chest against her own natural tits. Pleasure spiked through her mind, her lips parting to let out a small moan, an opening that Madison quickly took, pressing her lips against Amanda’s, passing a small amount of Michelle’s cum as she did so. The effect was immediate, as the resistant girl fell to the floor, her body quivering wildly as she experienced a sudden orgasm. The taste in her mouth was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, so sweet, yet tainted by a slight bitterness, while an indescribable flavour above either of those danced a waltz across her taste buds. Having been raised in a house of reasonably skilled chefs, Amanda knew good taste, and this decimated anything her family could cook.

Michelle’s grin turned into a smug smirk as both Madison and Amanda walked to her. Madison quickly fell back to her knees, picking up where she had left off, her moans loud enough to reverberate around the room, while Amanda stood, still fairly uncertain of what she wanted to do. Michelle answered for her, taking the fellow red head and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Any form of uncertainty or resistance was eradicated from her mind, the feeling of those lips on hers, that tongue subduing her own, even the taste of Michelle’s saliva were all heavenly to her. As she pulled back, Michelle smiled sweetly, before forcing the mildly stunned girl to her tits, forcing a large nipple into her mouth before she could say anything. In her daze, it took her a second before she realized what she was meant to do, and began to suckle on the invading teat like a baby. Nothing made her happier.

In what seemed like no time at all, Michelle could feel her climax approaching. The pressure built within her gut, like water behind a dam. Her moans became louder, more impassioned, urging the two girls to work harder, Amanda reaching out to fondle her free breast and increasing suction on the nipple in her mouth, earning a sudden burst of lactation, while Madison pulled back, taking a second to breathe in the delightful scent of her mistress, before forcing two fingers deep into Michelle’s cunt. She felt the remnants of her hymen, but paid it no mind, simply delighting in the feeling of those moist walls clamping around her fingers, as she searched for Michelle’s g-spot. A high pitched moan told her she had found it.

Running her fingers across that delightful spot, Madison leaned in once more and extended her tongue. She lapped at the swollen lips of her mistress, while moving her other hand to the engorged clit. It had grown quite obviously in the short time since they had started, and was now twice its prior size. Enraptured in pleasuring her mistress, Madison ignored the obscene size, and went to work, stimulating the bundle of nerves. She was close now, and both Madison and Amanda knew it, she just needed a small push.

Amanda pulled back, licking her lips clean of any milk that she had missed. Michelle looked down at her in anger, before the other red head took hold of both nipples, mashing them together and forcing both into her mouth, suckling hard and filling her hungry maw to overflowing, rivulets of milk running down her chin and neck to run over her still clothed breasts. The sudden eruption of pleasure had Michelle screaming in silent bliss, as the dam keeping her orgasm at bay broke, releasing a literal flood of her ecstasy. Both Madison and Amanda were caught by surprise.

Madison was first to find out the massive output her mistress was capable of. Her mouth was quickly filled to bursting, though she swallowed it down quickly, a burst of equal amount replaced what was lost. In her refusal to lose any of her mistress’s gift, the liquid forced itself down her throat, spraying from her nostrils, even as twin rivers began to leak from her mouth. Despite knowing the possibility of drowning, she could not imagine a better way to die, even though she knew deep inside that Michelle would never let her come to harm. Proven as her mistress forced her away when Amanda gave a particularly powerful suck, heightening her pleasure to immeasurable levels. Now Madison’s face and chest were being coated in the frequent squirts of feminine cum.

The sensation was enough to bring her to climax as well. Her very being knowing that she had served her purpose well, and rewarding her for it. Before Madison was overwhelmed by her own ecstasy, she noticed her mistress’s clit was growing, and quickly. She tried to say something, but it came out as a cry of pure bliss. In moments, the intense pleasure had knocked her out cold, though frequent moans and spasms made it clear she was still in the throes of orgasm. Michelle meanwhile, was only just hitting the peak of her climax.

Amanda was putting up a valiant effort, but it was too much, even for her eager mouth. After realising she was ruining her shirt, she had stripped out of her clothes as best she could, though her unwillingness to leave her mistress’s nipple had her literally ripping her top apart to free her own bosom, the large mammaries bouncing from the sudden release. And now, milk was running over their large expanse, thick and sticking to her skin, coating her in white sweetness. Her hands rubbed it into her skin, occasionally pinching her own nipple, increasing her pleasure to the point where she too was cumming, even as she was practically drowning in milk. Michelle noticed this and pulled a nipple from her mouth, taking it into her own and letting out muffled cries of joy, her own climax reaching its peak now. Soon enough Amanda had passed out from the bliss and lack of oxygen.

Letting the slave girl fall to the floor, landing softly on Madison’s quivering form, Michelle fingered her pussy, even as it sprayed constantly. The other girls were all staring transfixed, but each let out a squeal of shock as Michelle unleashed a sudden burst of her cum so powerful that it actually landed on them, despite standing several feet away. The juices were incredibly potent, even compared to those that Madison had ingested prior to Michelle’s orgasm, these were packed with enough aphrodisiac to bring a large elephant to orgasm in an instant. Even though the juices primarily hit their clothes, the few drops that hit their bare skin was all it took. The three remaining girls didn’t stand a chance.

Each one fell to their knees, hugging each other as they cried out in bliss, their rational thoughts razed to the ground in an instant. Now they only knew pleasure, desire, and the need to serve Michelle’s every wish. They could not act upon this new urge however, as they were hit by another spray of Michelle’s cum, sending them spiraling into a cum induced coma, even then, Michelle continued cumming. She couldn’t find the will to stop, nor did she want to. It felt too good, like a small piece of heaven had taken residence within her tits and pussy. Eventually however, she too succumbed to the pleasure, passing out on the floor like the others.

Groaning, Michelle turned to her side. Her head hurt and her body ached, as she had been working out, while listening to music, while drunk, and while masturbating as well. Her hand went to the side, where she normally had her phone, but instead came into contact with cold, floor tiles. Confused, Michelle opened her eyes, and saw that she was in a bathroom, more specially her school’s girl’s room. Sitting up in shock, she saw Madison, who had been on the bottom of Michelle’s list of people she liked, and Amanda, something she was fairly indifferent to, and both of them were kneeling in front of her. They smiled warmly at seeing her wake up.

“Afternoon, Mistress. Did you sleep well?” Madison asked. There was no false sweetness in her tone, rather the adoration seemed completely natural.

“Wha-what?” Michelle asked, dumbfounded.

“Would you like something to drink? I saved some of your milk if you like.” Amanda offered, holding up a sports bottle filled with liquid. Like Madison, her voice held only adoration. Behind them, three other girls, whom Michelle vaguely recognised in her confused state.

“N-no. I-I’m alright.”

“Would like help with your friend?” Madison asked, her tone turning sexual, her eyes staring at Michelle’s crotch.

“Huh?” Following the odd girl’s gaze, Michelle opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. From her naked crotch, where her clitoris used to be, now laid cock that put most porn stars to shame, and it was flaccid. Studying in horror, and partial arousal though she wouldn’t admit it, she guessed it to be eight inches or so long, and one inch thick, maybe more. “Oh god.” She said flatly, her mind unsure how to react to this. It was already so large, and if she got an erection… it would be massive.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Madison asked, leaning in and pressing her fake tits against Michelle’s thigh. The… her penis gave a twitch as though sensing the presence of a female. All manner of thoughts came to Michelle at that time; bending Madison over and fucking her massive dick deep into the whore’s starving cunt, before spraying a load greater than a hundred prolific guys could ever make. She quickly shook the thoughts from her mind, staring at Madison in shock. Amanda soon joined her, pressing her natural breasts against Michelle’s other thigh, slipping slightly and actually touching the monster between them.

Scared and unable to comprehend what was happening, Michelle stood. Her cock swinging like a pendulum between her thighs, and she felt her balls for the first time. Frightened, she reached down feeling the softballs sized orbs, and, thankfully, behind her vagina. The two girls were looking at her expectantly, almost like dogs waiting for their owner to play with them. Unable and unwilling to handle this, Michelle simply rushed from the restroom, uncaring that she was naked. Close behind her, Madison and Amanda were following her, seeming not to notice their also nude states. It’s like something out a Terminator movie, Michelle thought and broke into a run, which turned into a sprint as the other girls kept up, however they were soon left in the dust as Michelle used her stronger muscles to escape. In what seemed like no time at all she was at the front door of her house.

Opening the door she rushed inside and up to her room. Once there, she sat on the bed and tried to remember what had happened, but nothing solid came to mind, just fuzzy images of Madison and Amanda both covered in some kind of liquid, however each image brought a wave of lust that Michelle had to fight to keep at bay. To her surprise, the door suddenly opened. Terrified that the girl’s had somehow followed her all the way back home, she searched frantically for a place to hide, but calmed down as she saw her mother’s head peak around the door.

“Oh, thank god.” She sighed in relief, “It’s just you, Mum.”

“Yep,” Her mother said, taking a step from behind the door, “And we’re all alone today, honey.” She didn’t have to be a genius to catch the sexual undertone to her mother’s voice. However, before Michelle could fully comprehend it, her mother stepped from behind the door, revealing her naked body.

The next few moments passed by in a blur. She could hardly remember what had happened, but she vaguely remembered knocking her mother out, scouring the house for cash, which she found stashed away in a vault of her parents labelled ‘casino money’, in which stood numerous stacks of cash, all of which equaled a total of a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Taking it and finding a large bag she had used for their trips to other countries, Michelle packed the money away, throwing in some clothes that still fit, some of which were her mothers, and grabbing her passport. She dressed and was out of the house.

She broke into a sprint, heading toward the airport. It was over ten miles away, however Michelle hardly noticed as she began walking to the front desk, not a bead of sweat on her head. After booking a flight to Heathrow Airport, she was soon sitting on the plane, waiting for it to take off. As she stared out the window, she thought of her parents, tears welling in her eyes, before she remembered they were why she was leaving. If she stayed, she knew she would not be able to control herself, possibly even taking over the town, taking away people’s free will. It was something she couldn’t bare to think of doing.

The plane began to take off, and she whispered her goodbyes. She would come back one day, she promised herself, once she knew she could control herself. Though how long that would take, was anyone’s guess. A single tear ran down her cheek before falling asleep, exhaustion suddenly baring down on her.

Three years would pass before she returned…

THE END OF CHAPTER ZERO