The Perfect Storm: Part 2
#2 of The Perfect Storm Series
The perfect storm. Originally it referred to weather events, which taken on their own could be harmless, but coinciding together created a much greater whole. In the current age, its definition has spread, and grown to mean any combination of events that might greatly change a situation.
Say you have a brand new experimental drug. It's a little unstable, yes, but you're still working the kinks out. Preliminary tests show it spurs on muscle growth, increases memory retention and boosts the immune system. You begin human testing, and it all seems to be working. Patients are reporting increased strength, stamina, and a considerable increase in libido. Truly it's a wonder drug.
And then take the common cold. It's viral, highly contagious, and able to infect even the strongest of immune systems. It is constantly adapting, taking a little something from each of its hosts, evolving itself to infect humanity.
Both are, for the most part, harmless on their own... but if you meld them together. Then you have something unforeseen. Something powerful, maybe even dangerous. Then you have the perfect storm.
After my little failed romp with John this morning, I just couldn't seem to concentrate on my work. But the office was as busy as ever, so I settled into my cubicle, pulled my pink hair back into a bun and set to work.
Corporate didn't think much of my hair, but there was nothing against it in the dress code, and my boss didn't care, since all we do is data collection and input, so I got free reign. I switched it up every couple weeks, just to tick off the big wigs whenever they come down for a meeting.
I booted up my computer and set to work. Mid-way through typing up a document, I sneezed. "Ugh, damn it John, why do you always have to make me sick too?" I snatched up a tissue, blew my nose, and started back to work.
The day progressed, and at around noon the morning rush started to die down as people went off to lunch and relaxed. With the reduced urgency, I was able to let my mind wander as I worked. I drifted between the bills, what to pick up at the grocer's, and my morning with John. Something felt a little off about it. Yeah, our dog interrupted us mid-coitus, but there was something else, after that. I just couldn't place my finger on it.
Over the next few hours, my mind kept circling back to the morning. I realized it was starting to make me a little horny. I wasn't able to get off properly, so I had a little more pent up energy than I'd gotten used to the past few weeks. The more I thought about it, the hornier I was getting.
I stood up and looked out over the cubicle farm; most everyone was involved in some sort of marketing meeting, or hard at work. I knew my boss just took off for lunch. I sat down again and grinned slyly, I could probably just give myself a little relief on my own and no one would be the wiser.
I turned my chair away from the cubicle entry and pulled in close to the desk, just in case someone were to walk in on me. I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, and slipped one hand into my pants. Giving the cubicle a last, wary glance, I started to gently rub myself through my panties, thinking back to all the hot, vigorous sex me and John have been having lately. Something had definitely changed in him, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I shuddered and furiously rubbed my clit through the moistening fabric. Somehow this felt better than normal. Maybe it was just the possibility of getting caught. Yes, that had to be it. The idea of a co-worker walking in just excited me even more.
My mind kept drifting back; to the hour-long sex marathons me and John would have after work; the quickies in the morning; usually another quickie in the shower; sex during dinner, oh that was great, mixing the taste of our fluids with food was a rush; and at least twice more during the day or in the night. He'd become insatiable. Lucky I was his girlfriend, I knew other girls that would throw him out. But I could, and wanted to, keep up with him.
I moved my hand into my panties now, rubbing my clit directly, while my other hand slipped into my shirt and bra, massaging a breast and tweaking the nipple. I felt a climax coming, so I sped up my motions. My mouth fell open and I let out a little moan, stifled immediately before anyone could hear.
I stuck two fingers into my pussy, with my thumb still going at my clit, but my climax just wouldn't come. My body tingled, like my nerves were on fire, but there was no release. I'd been here a thousand times, but for some reason I just couldn't come. I continued roughly, picking up speed, until I heard voices somewhere behind me.
With a speed that only came from having been interrupted masturbating several times as a child, I whipped my hands away from myself and quickly arranged myself inconspicuously. I glanced over my shoulder to watch two co-workers walking past my cubicle, deep in conversation with each other. Neither seemed to care about me, or notice what I had been doing.
I needed someplace more private, somewhere I wouldn't be interrupted. I re-buttoned my shirt and slipped out of the cubicle. My body was still on fire, my pussy ached and my nipples were hard enough to cut stone. I wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead and checked inside the snack room. Empty. Perfect. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me.
The room felt so hot... or maybe it was just me. I struggled with the buttons on my shirt before finally tearing it off, at least one button flying off into a corner and made my way to the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water, twisted off the cap and downed it quickly, spilling some down myself. The cool water felt good running down my body, so I poured the rest onto myself. But it wasn't enough.
I quickly tore off my bra and took off my pants and shoes, leaving me there in naught but my panties and socks. I absently scratched at my arm, then behind one ear, as I grabbed another bottle of water out of the fridge. I was about to open it when I looked at the bottle, and my brain made the shape connection.
Sitting on my clothes, and pulling down my panties just a bit, I took the water bottle and placed it, cap first, at my vagina. Without so much as a second thought, I pushed it in gently. The cap went in smoothly, and with a little extra push I managed the widening stretch of it. God, the coolness off the water did nothing to staunch the fires on my every nerve; in fact it felt good, making me moan. Right now I didn't care if anyone heard me; I just needed that sweet release.
I pushed the bottle in further, somehow fitting half of the bottle inside. My other hand moved down my belly, feeling something strange, but it didn't register in my frazzled head. I thrust the bottle in and out of me, giving a pleasurable cry with each motion. The fires wavered, but I still couldn't come.
This teasing couldn't continue. Not even John could tease me this much, keep me on the edge this long. It was just as infuriating as it was pleasurable. I reached down and began stroking my clitoris again while still pumping the water bottle into my cunt, hoping it would be enough to send me over. But what I felt wasn't my clit. It was larger, just as sensitive, but there was more of it. I didn't hardly think about it, and began stroking it instead, my head now filled with an alien sensation.
I glanced downwards, my vision blurry, but I recognized it. It was a small penis. Somehow my clit had turned into a dick. I wanted to stop and try and figure out how it happened, but I just couldn't muster the willpower. I needed to cum, and I needed to cum now.
I could feel my new dick growing in my hands. At first I could only stroke it with my thumb and index finger, but soon I added my middle finger to it, and then my ring finger and pink. After a minute, I couldn't even touch the tip of my fingers with my thumb any more. It felt so delightful, my hand pumping up and down on my new cock as I thrust the bottle ever deeper into my cunt.
It was just enough, just enough to send me over the edge of climax. The fires on my nerves were doused with waves of ecstasy the likes of which I'd never felt before. My back arched and I lost my grip on the bottle and my cock, as my hands even began to spasm. I felt a hotness in my new dick as it spurted forth a rope of white, warm seed, which splattered on my face and chest.
Collapsing on the floor, my mind reeled. I couldn't even think straight. My body twitched and convulsed. I could feel the cold bottle of water begin to warm inside me, and I could also feel my cock softening. I'm sure it was at least ten minutes before I could move on my own again, but my mind was still foggy.
I pulled the bottle out of my snatch with a shaky hand and then pushed myself up. I reached out to the fridge to steady myself, but I froze when I caught sight of my arm. It was covered in light fur. I felt it with my other arm, also fur-covered, noting how silky soft it was. I looked down. My chest, breasts and belly were likewise covered in the fur. Something else caught my eye, though, and I placed a hand at my belly. It felt tense, toned and muscular, like I'd just spent the last year working out in the gym.
I couldn't see a mirror in the room, but I felt there were other changes. Bringing the hand to my mouth, I felt it and my nose had extended slightly into a muzzle. A search for my ears found them on top of my head, triangular in shape. I was at least relieved to see my pink hair was still intact. I even felt a faint swishing behind me, presumably a tail, given all the other changes.
Looking down, I spotted my new penis, pink and red, limply hanging between my legs. It wasn't very big limp, but from what my hazy mind could remember, that certainly was no indication of anything. Just above it, I actually felt a little happy to see a patch of pink fur where I'd shaved and dyed my pubic hair earlier that morning. I touched the member, just to confirm it was actually mine, and began to explore. While I was sure it started as my clitoris, it seemed to have traveled upwards, and sprouted a heavy set of balls, covered in light fur like the rest of me. The cock itself a bit of a swelling at the base, but for the most part it looked human, unlike the rest of me. I reached further down and reassured myself that my vagina was still there, and to my surprise, I felt a replacement clitoris.
Suddenly the door rattled, followed by a knock and "Hello? Is anyone in there?"
"Crap!" I muttered under my breath and panicked. I haphazardly pulled my panties up, threw on my pants and shirt (which was missing a few buttons), though I couldn't pull the pants all the way up, thanks to the tail. I glanced around in a fervor, grabbing one of my coworker's raincoats off the counter and putting it on as well, pulling the hood up over my head.
As an afterthought, I grabbed the full bottle of water and stuffed it in the fridge. Then I unlocked the door and bolted outwards, past a small crowd of people. Hopefully none of them recognized me as I dashed to the elevator and sped towards home.
The trip home was not easy. I kept the hood up to avoid getting seen, and I was concentrating more on my changes than the road, so I'm fairly sure a trail of obscenities trailed me from the office to my apartment.
While I drove, though, I checked myself out in the mirror. My face protruded slightly, giving me a pronounced muzzle, but nothing like a real dog's I thought. My fur was white and gray, the markings faint, but I thought it looked awfully similar to husky markings... I looked back at my face, and could faintly make out the trademark mask they have. Yep, I seemed to be some sort of dog woman. I really should have been more panicked, but the thought seemed to comfort me, putting me at ease.
I pulled the car into a spot just outside the apartments and quickly dashed inside. I hurried to my apartment, unlocked it and darted inside. I flipped off the hood and walked towards the bedroom, "Hey, uh John, I think I might need to go see a doctor..."
I pushed the bedroom door open and gaped. There on the bed was a sexy girl, a dog girl like me, but her changes were more pronounced: her muzzle longer, and fur darker. She was fit, even a little muscular, with a raging canine erection just above pink pussy lips. Boxer, our husky dog, was situated between her legs, lapping at her pussy and ass.
I stood there in shock for a minute, until the other girl looked up and saw me. She jerked away from the dog and tried to cover herself with her arms. I recognized her eyes, and, I realized with some trepidation, her scent.
"J-John?!" I practically shrieked.
"Uh, hi Libby, how was work?" she replied with a nervous smile and a hand wave, which immediately returned to covering up her breasts.
Like everything else today, I should have felt something else. Deeper confusion or anger, but certainly not... curiosity and lust.
Sitting there so cute, blushing bright red (how that's possible through the fur, I'll never know), trying her best to cover up. All I could feel, all my brain could muster... was lust.