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Sarah sighed as she looked at herself in the locker's mirror. Her hair was disheveled and face looked exhausted. Bags were forming under her eyes, she couldn't remember the last time she got any sleep. She had been the rabbit for longer than ever before this time. So long that it scared her. The rabbit side of her didn't want to let go, she had been trying to change back for days this time. Her manager was growing increasingly impatient at her absence from her job. Sarah had to call in more and more frequently to explain herself. Her rabbit-self's deeper, throatier voice helped her sell that she was recovering from some sickness.

It was true in a way that she was fighting something. But it wasn't like any cold, flu or any other sickness she had ever had. She was fighting the heat. The heat that was pounding deep in her gut day and night. The same heat that had her screaming her reoccurring late-night orgasms into her pillows to not wake her parents. If she came three or four times she would usually be able to change back. The only problem is that it took so much for her to cum now. Despite how deeply erogenous her body was as a over-sexed rabbit orgasms would sometimes take hours of rapturous masturbation to crescendo. When things got really bad she had to meet and mount James to be able to put a dent in the convulsing, gushing fire residing deep in her loins.

Her irate manager had called her right in the middle of one of their sessions, it was all she could do to gasp out that the would be there in the morning between powerful filling thrusts of James's spasming rock-hard horse cock. She told James that they had to keep going until she was able to turn human again. He was more than willing to oblige. Finally after five massive earth-shattering and body-wracking screaming orgasms she could finally...finally change back. Even after she had regained her humanity, such as it was... James was still so worked up that Sarah had to help him rub a few more out. She didn't dare let the rabbit have control again. It took all the will power she had to not start riding that flaring piece of horse-meat as she helped it eject column of after column of scalding horse jism all over their bodies. She fell asleep that night nestled in James's broad lap, wedged against his column of lightly leaking horse cock and his huge sinewy thigh. His gargantuan balls throbbing lightly as they rolled against her lower back. She was wrapped in his bodies equine heat.

That took her to today. She was back at work, for what it was worth. Honestly if she didn't need the money to buy new clothes or cleaning supplies so badly she would have just quit. It wasn't worth it for nine dollars an hour. The job had other benefits though. It was a great cover to keep her parents in the dark about what was going on with her lately. Half the time she was "working" she was muzzle-deep into Claire's soaking lupine snatch or having James's long muzzle drink the milk from her over-engorged breasts. Sarah buttoned up the uniform's striped shirt as she changed out of the last few remaining normal clothes she hadn't catastrophically torn through. She had resorted to borrowing bras from her mom, the one she was wearing today was frilly at the edges and a few sizes too big for her B-cup breasts, but its was all she had until her next paycheck. She hitched up her pants and clipped on her name tag before running her hands through her hair, doing her best to straighten herself up a little. "I can do this" she told herself as she prepared for the lunch rush.

Her diner wasn't fine dining, thats for sure. The smell of the food often made her crinkle her nose in mild disgust. The fries coming out from the back of the diner smelled like they had been cooked a few days ago, which was fine for a greasy-spoon place she supposed. Her manager was riding her pretty hard today, he seemed extra-grouchy, probably due to how slow she was going. She felt like her body was made of hardening clay, every movement was a struggle. Sarah caught herself leaning up against the doors to the kitchen, sighing with increasing exhaustion. She wiped sweat from her brow, it wasn't just tiring but it was getting increasingly hot. The fryers ran non-stop, billowing the smell of old oil into the kitchen area where the other servers had their rest area. Sweat pouring down her face as she took order after order off the counter and served it, trying her best to be cheerful to the customers. Her bra was starting to get damp with sweat, rubbing her nipples raw as the oversized cups of her mom's bra jostled over them as she moved. The day seemed endless.

"Are you ok Sarah? Hope 'Mr. Sunshine' over there isn't riding you too hard" one of her concerned coworkers, Beth, chimed in on a pickup. Sarah grabbed the hot order of burger and fries as she exclaimed her fine-ness. Sarah had only incidentally interacted with her fellow servers that day, she didn't want to risk any questions. But just now Sarah was now realizing, staring at Beth, that she wasn't sweating at all. "Oh god...no..." Sarah whispered under her breath, looking downward. This is how it started most nights, the sweating, then....then....she wound up hugging a pussy-juice soaking pillow between her thick furry thighs, her softball-sized breasts bouncing on her chest as they sprayed her room with thick silky strands of rabbit milk.

The heat hit her so hard and so suddenly it felt like somebody had punched her in her gut. She doubled over for a brief second. Somehow she kept hold of the serving tray, years of waitressing reflexes at work. She felt the heat throbbing in her deepest self. She didn't understand, where did this come from? Why now? Why here? All she knew was when when it felt like this she could almost never fight it. But she had to. She needed this job, if she was absent one more day she wasn't going to be coming back. Her boss had made that very clear this morning. Very clear. In her state she wasn't sure she could keep it together enough to get a new one.

Sarah's breath caught in her chest as she felt her pussy starting to convulse and grow, her birth canal thickening and growing as it burrowed deeper into her body. Aaaahnnnnnnn she moaned softly as she staggered out of the kitchen, her body betraying her as her jaw clenched, teeth grinding. Her face was flush-red now, her raw-rubbed nipples starting to throb under her bra's over-protective cups. They ached, they ached so badly Sarah wanted to cry out as fatty tissue began to develop behind them, stretching her delicate skin. But she didn't, she had to keep it together. She had to! The front of her striped blouse began to balloon slightly outward, The buttons starting to pull at the fabric as her cleavage began to deepen. She hunched over trying to hide her new assets, it was the best she could do right now.

She looked down at her growing chest and then he food in her hands. She had to get this to table....table.... Her thoughts were growing muddled, her face was on fire as she felt the first thrums of the heat's stimulation in her vagina, a small bit of slick liquid finding its way out of her engorging lower lips. Shaking her head she remembered it was table fifty-six. "Fifty-six. Fifty-six." She kept chanting it in her head and under her breath as she made her way through the diner towards the back. Her hands were shaking. Thankfully her leakage was being absorbed by the maxi-pads she now regularly wore as a preventative measure. They gave her time, but the amount of production she had as a rabbit was well beyond anything such pads were meant to contain.

"Hey Sarah! Where ya' been?! Omppfff!!" Chad, another fellow server exclaimed as she tried to race past him, accidentally hitting his shoulder. "S..sorry...I gotta get this out" she stammered with more volume and panic than she had intended. Chad's eyes tracked her own with a quizzical look on them until suddenly he glanced down, his eyes widening. "Did you get a boob job or something Sarah?" Chad was always coming on to her and his bluntness was unsurprisingly unchanged from last time she had seen him. Their shifts rarely aligned so she almost never had to put up Chad. She had made sure that happened as infrequently as possible, trading better shifts for graveyard duty to make sure she didn't run into him. But now, of all places, of all days, here he was. "No...what...why don't you mind your own fffffahhhhh....b..business!" Sarah practically screamed at him, losing patience as her breasts began to swell further in her blouse causing her to moan halfway through her admonition. If Chad's eyes were teacups before they grew to saucer plates as he stared at hear ballooning mammaries, her cleavage showing between the buttons. "Your...your....b...bbbbbb" Chad began to stutter, for the first time since Sarah knew him, at a loss for words. Sarah pushed him to the side, his body flying backwards into a thankfully empty booth where he promptly hit his head on the wood paneling and slumped forward his head hitting the table, seemingly passed out. She stared at Chad and back at her hand, back and forth disbelieving the amount of force she had exerted. Her dainty fingers were already changing as she stared at her hand. Thickening pink pads developed on the underside of her digits as small sharp claws poking through her skin, drawing small drops of blood. She quickly put her hand down, trying to hide it behind her back. She stared at Chad for a moment, deciding what she was going to do. She had to leave him where he lay. It was easier than dealing with what was happening to her and Chad to boot. She had no time to deal with him right now as she balled her free hand into a fist trying to make it go back. She had to get this under control!

As she made her way through the crowded tables fur was starting to rupture through the seams of her clothes, fuzzy patches pushing out from under her skin as her bones began to creak larger and thicker. Her hips widening with a series of cracks as she used surprised-patrons booths for support. Her body doing everything in its power to make her fall. "I have to do this one...one order" she managed to think through the increasing lust-fueled fog engulfing her very being. Her nervous system was wracked with powerful new hormones flooding her body as she gasped. Her ass jiggling as it gained size, her pants tightening as tufts of gray-white fur began to erupt from its cheaply-made seams. The fabric pulling apart with great lateral rips as her thighs thickened. Zigzagging through the aisles Sarah continued to stumble as she tried to get to table fifty-six. She moaned as her constrained feet erupt from her shoes, thick paws with pink pads clacking on the diner's tile flooring as they grew thicker and larger by the step. She kicked the ruined shoes off and under a couple enjoying a greasy pizza in one of the corner booths. They didn't even notice, the noise and crowd was so dense. As she kicked the sinew in her heels twanged like a piano string as her legs both snapped into a digitigrade stance at the same time. She screamed silently, frothy drool leaking from the sides of her mouth as she gasped, the tray precariously in her tensing and thickening digits. There was a time when Sarah would have toppled at such a change, but she had spent more time as the rabbit in the last few months than she had as a human. It felt almost...natural.

Her pussy was getting too large and too wet as her thickening thighs twisted together, trying their best to hide its gaping growth. Nothing was hidden from the view of the few customers that had noticed their server was turning into a huge horny bunny. The ones that had noticed her were increasingly alarmed, a woman screamed somewhere behind her. Her loins had pulled her panties and her pant's crotch into itself, flossing her engorged lips with the fabric, the maxi pad at its limit as her body gushed from her further deepening love canal. She was losing all control now as her breasts grew more and more swollen, buttons popping off with loud "twangs" as their threading finally failed. The small projectiles ricocheted off the walls, cracking some of the framed jerseys and old farming pictures that adorned them. Sarah reared her head back as her face pushing out into a all-too-familiar rabbit muzzle. Her teeth thickening into a pair of thickly-bucked teeth as her nose became pink and wide. "Nooorarhhhhhh" she screamed overwhelmed with the heat coursing through her veins, her voice cracking, catching in her throat as her body grew increasingly lagomorphic and massively oversexed. Her breasts were growing huge and sensitive. Their weighty heft pushing her blouse and bra to its limits as they pushed to DD and beyond. Sarah's nipples were at painful attention atop her jiggling boobs as they throbbed needfully, thickening with every hitching breath and convulsion of her increasingly powerful pussy walls. Her upper blouse in tatters, hanging off her buxom frame as its last remnants cupped the underside of her still-growing breasts. Her bra was all that was still holding onto her heaving breasts as its black buckle strap dug deeper and deeper into her broadening sweaty back.

The fur crawling up her belly and spine dove deeply into her crotch. Sarah let out a muffled orgasmic scream as her engorged vaginal lips, taint and ass cheeks pushed out their own layers of velvety white fur. The overwhelming stimulation eliciting a deluge of her sweet lubricant onto her thighs through the soaking twisted twine of underwear still trapped between her thick labia. Her clit was being painfully, ecstatically tweaked by the ruined garment, the insanely sensitive nub driving her wild. Every touch and ministration the made her nipples throb and her pussy gush. She couldn't take it...she couldn't.....take it...

Her thick thighs twitching as sinewy muscles strengthened and thickened under her wet white fur. Sarah's ears stretched longer and longer as they migrated up the sides of her head. Her eyes rolled backwards in ecstasy as Sarah's last few walls of resistance were being broken. Her mound thickened further as it pushed insistently out of her crotch, the entrance to her sex tensing and flaring open in increasingly furious rhythm. The more rational parts of her mind starting to fully shut down, assaulted by the pure overwhelming sexuality driving her changing body. If she had been thinking more rationally she would have run, gotten out of there. But all she had left of her original intensions was the desire to deliver her tray, she barely remembered why, but she had to do it. She had to keep pushing forward, so thats what she did.

Sarah finally arrived at, or more like staggered to, table fifty-six. It was at the far back corner of the diner. Her body heaving as the vertebrae in her back extended, forcing her taller and taller. Her clothes were ripping along with the growth, now not just laterally but vertically as deep tears in her pants revealed all the parts of her she never wanted to show in public. Her back also extended downward as it pushed its way out of her, right above her ballooning ass-cheeks, forming a twitching cottontail. She moaned deep and long as her voice deepened, becoming huskier. As her body stretched her bra gave up with a deep "twang", the buckle breaking as her fur-covered breasts flopped free. The tray of burger and fries that she had so diligently held onto all this time beginning to fall from her hands at her mammaries sudden outbursting. She flung herself forward to catch the tray, her pants tearing even more as her thick muscles flexed just under the fabric.

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To be continued!