Role Reversal, Week 1
Role Reversal
by Von Krieger
--Monday--
Michelle mmmed softly as she peered into the microscope in front of her. It wasn't the view that was making her mmm, but rather the way she absently began to caress one breast and rubbing her crotch against the thin section of the chair back as she sat in it backwards. The zoologist had been feeling increasingly strange since the outbreak about a month or two ago.
A minor, but incredibly contagious form of the flu, had swept across the globe, just about everyone on the planet developing light flu-like symptoms at the same time. It seemed to have significantly stronger symptoms in woman, though. Just how strong, Michelle was soon going to find out.
She caught herself moaning, pulling away from the microscope and removing her hand from her breast, standing up and shoving the chair aside. She had been acting strange recently. She had begun to feel warm, incredibly warm, even when wearing the lightest of clothes. At the moment she had her air conditioner turned up as high as it would go, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and soccer shorts.
It was a change from the thick pants and sweater she usually wore. She kept the house cool for the comfort of her research subject, a snow leopard she had raised from a kitten, named Bright Star. Michelle was quite glad her current studies, involving an attempt to induce a state of domestication via chemical means, allowed her to stay at home. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like in the stifling heat of the zoo labs. 70 degrees was terribly hot for her, it was horrific to go outside and get in the car in the terrible summer sun.
Her stomach rumbled, she was hungry again. She found herself getting hungry very quickly after eating. Whereas a sandwich would tide her over for a few hours, she found her belly demanding another after maybe half an hour. She shivered as she thought back to an incident a few nights earlier, she had gotten up and had been incredibly hungry. She had made a terrible mess with the hamburger she had pulled out of the freezer to thaw for meatloaf. She had just about eaten it all, totally raw and bloody.
She hated herself for it, that had been two weeks worth of beef ration. The flu, though it seemed a minor annoyance to humans, was more lethal in other creatures. More and more cattle died every day, and though as far as could be told, there was nothing wrong with the meat, it was difficult to pick up, hose off, and transport all the dead animals.
The larger the creature was the more the virus seemed to killed. The beef industry was devastated, the elephant population was on the verge of extinction, though it didn't seem to affect aquatic mammals for some reason. Horses, dog, and cats suffered a large number of deaths, though not nearly as great as cows. It was mostly centered around domesticated animals, about 60 percent of female cows had died, about 45 horses, pigs, dogs, and cats.
But birds, reptiles, and amphibians seemed to be affected to a lesser degree as well. Thankfully the ease of harvesting chicken and turkey meat made up for the decline in beef. Fish didn't seem to suffer any population declines at all. Rodents took a big hit, but considering how fast they bred, it wouldn't make much of a dent in the population for long.
The ecosystem of the entire planet went a little out of whack, but prey species seemed to be hit harder then predators, so there wasn't going to be any sort of ecological breakdown. The virus was definitely engineered, but no nation had managed to track down the culprits. There had been no demands made, and no offer of a cure or anything of the like. Though there wasn't really any need, almost all the animals still living were immune.
Virologists were puzzled as to how and why it killed only female animals. Michelle's boyfriend, Roger, was one of those who was looking into it, studying the virus for various reasons. In particular he was working on reverse engineering it, to see how it was made, and possible applications of an edited virus.
Valfane Industries had made a lot of money in the past few months, as at the first signs of mass death of animals, they had slaughtered most of their female feeder cattle, and was quick to devise methods of quick gathering of meat from dead animals in the field. Their beef stockpiles were helping several nations from the brink of starvation.
Shifting her thoughts from the virus, back to the food, Michelle pulled out the extra large pizza that the delivery place had sent over by accident. She had ordered a medium, but they had hit the wrong button or something, and she had gotten this leviathan of a meat lover's pizza instead. Though at the moment she felt famished. She pulled three slices out of the box and put them on a plate, returning the pizza to the fridge and pulling out the bowl containing Star's dinner of chicken and kibbles.
She went into the living room, gently nudging the big cat so that she'd scoot over and share the couch. Star seemed quite cooperative when she noticed that her own had lunch, jumping down to the floor to eat from her bowl.
Michelle flipped the TV From the news channel, not knowing how it got there, usually she kept it on Animal Planet. The news was all doom and gloom and boring scientific talk about various aspects of the virus. In the last few days it had been about missing people, violent outbursts, and studies in the changes in body chemistry resulting from the damned virus.
So, rather then watch the news, Michelle sat and watched slugs mates as she ate her pizza, beginning to feel kind of sleepy. She yawns, setting her plate on the end-table and shutting the TV off. She couldn't believe she had managed to polish off all three slices. Usually she had trouble finishing off one.
The zoologist giggled to herself, if she kept this up, she was going to get fat. Or she already was. Some of her clothes had started to feel funny, not fitting properly. Her bras had been the first article of clothing she had abandoned, they felt too tight. Her shoes had begun to feel a little odd as well. Maybe she was having a late growth spurt or something. Michelle hoped not, at 6'0" it was hard enough to find things in the proper sized anyway. Well, unless you wanted super baggy or incredibly tight clothes.
Speaking of clothes, Star seemed to take a keen interest in the remaining article of clothing on her mistress' body. The leopard playfully took one leg of Michelle's shorts in her teeth and began to pulled. Michelle just chuckled and pushed herself up, letting the leopardess pull them off. Apparently the feline had expected more resitance, and fell over, a surprised look on her face for a few moments, before dropping the shorts and calmly cleaning her face with a paw, as if trying to make Michelle believe she had meant to do that.
"Oh you silly cat." Michelle said with a grin.
The leopard was back on the sofa, nuzzling her owner's legs. The zoologist sighed, petting the snow leopard's head. "I recognize the signs, you're going into heat again, aren't you? You're never this friendly unless you want something, or I'm doing something important and you're not the center of attention."
Star simply yawned, then seized the waste-band of her owner panties and began to pull. "Oh... you!" Michelle chuckled at the playful feline, her giggling turning into a yawn of her own. Star usually took a nap after dinner, and Michelle had been feeling increasingly tired and sore the past few days.
Looking quite proud of herself, the snow leopard put a paw on Michelle's leg, looking up with large eyes. "Okay, okay, nap time. I know." the zoologist said as she got up, Star on her heels as she walked to the bedroom. It was nice, cool, and dark, kept at a lower temperature then the rest of the house, as Michelle liked it chilly when she slept covered with blankets, though recently she had taken to just using one.
She flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the sensation of the smooth bedspread against her skin. She pulled the covers back, preparing to slide in when Star crawled up beside her. The leopard's soft fur felt so nice against her bare skin. Feeling increasingly sleepy, Michelle hugged Star to her, wrapping her arms and legs around her furry friend, gasping softly as the soft fur touched her bare thighs and breasts. With the feline's head right by her ear, Michelle heard Star's quiet purr, usually more felt then heard, as the mechanism that made the sound audible didn't work so well with big cats, but they rumbled happily anyway. The two quickly drifted off to sleep, snuggled up together.
--Tuesday Morning--
Michelle's dreams were of an unusual sort, they were more emotions then images. Exhilaration of running, the satisfaction in catching prey, the delight of the feel of warm blood in her mouth, and the sheer pleasure of being mated, thrust into from behind by a powerful male, teeth clamped down on the scruff of her neck.
She woke with a half moan, half growl as she climaxed, startling Star awake. Michelle pulled herself off of the soft furred feline, flopping down onto the bed, taking in deep breaths. She was sweating, like she had been exerting herself for quite some one. A powerful, sexual dream like she had just had might be the reason behind her body's soreness.
But what had she been dreaming about? Michelle couldn't quite remember. Whatever it was, it was something she found incredibly arousing. She had cum just about as hard as she could remember, and much harder then her usual sessions with Roger went. Though she adored her boyfriend, he just couldn't get her off as well as several of her toys could.
Another moan escaped Michelle's lips as Star ran her tongue up her thigh, over her sex. "Oh! Oh God, Star!" Michelle moaned, "Stop that!"
But the feline wasn't having any of it, seemingly content to lap up the human's juices. Another lick over the opposing thigh. "Mmm... stop it!" Michelle said through clenched teeth, bucking her hips as the leopard's tongue slid over her sex again. The rough texture of Star's tongue sent a shiver through Michelle's body.
"Stop." she said again, weakly, reaching down to push the leopard's head away. But with another lick, this one directly on her sex, over her clit, the push instead became petting.
"Ooooh... I've change my mind. Don't stop, Star." Michelle said softly, spreading her legs a little wider to give the leopard full access. She knew that this was something that she shouldn't be doing, but it just felt so good to do it, to have an animal pleasuring her. It felt... oddly normal, like it was something that she had done a hundred times before, no reservations about it whatsoever.
"Oh fuck..." she murmured, "Oh fuck! Oh yes!" the zoologist moaned as she was eaten out by the big cat. She wrapped her legs around the feline's head, Star's soft fur enhancing her pleasure. Michelle's hands found their way to her breasts where they caressed her plentiful orbs, teasing her nipples.
Being pleasured by her cat was the hottest thing Star had ever done, just the thought of it sent shivers of ecstasy through her body. It wasn't long, perhaps a minute, before she came again, this time not making much of a mess as the leopard licked up every drop. The leopard flopped onto her side, licking her lips and looking up at her mistress.
Michelle sat up, panting, once again out of breath. "Shit, Star, where the hell did you learn to do that?" she said with a loud exhalation. She sat up, and felt a wetness trickle down her breasts. Was she... lactating? No way.
A soft mewl from Star drew Michelle's attention away from the droplets on her breasts. The cat was laying on her back, legs spread, her sex wet and glistening, her belly fur wet from both the cat's own needs and Michelle's first climax.
The zoologist licked her lips and began leaning towards the leopard. It was only fair to return the favor after all. Once again she felt no resistance to the act, her inhibitions gone. What she did in her bedroom was her own business, and Star certainly wasn't going to tell anybody. The snow leopard was in heat, and Michelle was perfectly capable of taking care of it, to their mutual pleasure.
Her tongue left her mouth and she leaned down toward the leopard's crotch, the musky scent of feline desire hitting her. She liked it, it smelled good, it made her horny as well. She closed her eyes, leaning down slowly, waiting for the first taste to hit her tongue.
And then the phone rang. Startled out of her fit of lust by the sound, Michelle rolled across the large bed to the phone on the nightstand. She picked up the receiver and held it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hey Michelle," said Roger, "Sorry to have to do this, but I'm going to have to cancel our date tonight, and probably our plans for the weekend, we stumbled onto something big here. I swear I'll make this up to you when I'm a millionaire."
Michelle chuckled, that line was nothing new. "Really, I mean it this time. I'm not allowed to talk about it, but seriously, this is going to make all of us here at the lab so much money."
"That's great, sweetie, I'm happy for you. But tell them if they keep working you like this, they just might have an angry zoologist unleashing a fearsome snow leopard in their offices, intent on freeing her overworked boyfriend from the drudgery of the ruthless taskmaster's whips and chains."
It was Roger's turn to chuckle, "With Star? Give me a break. She'll be happily rubbing up against everybody's legs and nosing open desk drawers looking for snacks, the silly cat."
"Yup, silly cat." Michelle said with a smile, a shiver going through her body. Had she really been inches from tongue fucking an animal?
"Are you doing ok?" the virologist asked, "Anything weird? Changes in behavior, sudden sharp pains, unexplained bumps, or unexplained breast enlargement?"
"Oh don't you wish. Well, my bras are feeling a bit tight, but no more then they do if I gain a few pounds and am retaining water, and considering that I've been pigging out the last few days, that's not surprising. Why do you ask?"
"Aaaah, nothing. Just some common side effects of the virus. Precursors to secondary symptoms, though I haven't been told what they are, just that they're bad. Can't blame me for wanting to make sure you're okay. I'm mean you're all alone with nobody but Star for company, and I'm not going to be able to get over there much, if at all, for the next week. If you start feeling sick, babe, you call me right away and head over to your sisters' place."
"Aren't you worried I might be corrupted and become an incestuous lesbian?" Michelle teased, her younger sisters, twins, were indeed amorously entwined with one another.
"Worried? Hell, I'm praying for it to happen. I'll call you right after dinner, you have fun, and don't work whatever it is that you were using right before I called too hard. I don't want you to wear it out before I get back."
Michelle giggles and looks over at Star. "I don't think there's much chance of that. Thank to you later, Rog."
"Bye, kitten!"
--Tuesday Afternoon--
The zoologist found it difficult to concentrate on her work, a dull ache in her loins that persisted throughout the day. She hadn't begun to feel hungry until about one in the afternoon, and had skipped breakfast entirely. Michelle had eaten the rest of the huge pizza and afterwards had begun to feel more then a little lethargic.
She stripped off her shorts and panties and flopped down on the couch, seeking to quell the annoying ache in her sex. She mmmed happily as she slid two fingers into her already dripping sex, the other hand moving up her trim belly to play with her breasts. Or at least that's what she had in mind. That idea was derailed when rather then smooth skin, her hand encountered a pair of rubbery feeling bumps that sent shivers through her body as her fingers ran over them.
Startled, the girl sat up, looking at the new additions to her body. Nipples. She had four new nipples on her belly. Though not bumps, they were most definitely unexplained additions. Michelle stared at them, awe struck. They hadn't been there last night, and she didn't remember them being there when she brushed her teeth this morning. They had grown in during the five hours between her getting up and now.
"That's... that's impossible." Michelle said to herself, pinching one of them to confirm the reality of the situation. She cried out loudly with pleasure, it had felt incredible, the new additions to her body were quite sensitive. She needed to call Roger, this was something she had been warned about. But she felt so horny now, she wanted to play with her body, wanted to fuck, wanted to cum. Needed to cum.
She began to caress her new nipples, laying her hand lengthwise across her belly, so that she could touch two at the same time, and stroked herself in a lazy to and fro motion. Rather then go to her sex, her other hand sought one of her breasts, the gentle squeeze she gave it sent a small trickle of milk down her tanned skin. "Oh fuck, I AM lactating!"
With a sharp intake of breath, Michelle came, just from caressing her breasts and nipples. But rather then douse the fires of need within her, her climax seemed only to stoke them. She wanted more. The zoologist continued to rub and stroke herself. "Mmm.... fuck! I wish I had my vibrator!" she said in a half snarl. It was in her toy drawer, the top one of her dresser, but she couldn't keep her hands off herself long enough to go and get it.
Mmm... it felt so good, but she wished she had something inside her, fingers, tongue, cock, or any suitably shaped and sized object. It didn't matter. If she had been out on the street, Michelle was pretty sure she would have tackled the nearest guy, ripped off his pants, and forcibly fucked him right in front of everyone. A shiver went through her body at the very thought of it. She felt warm, she was blushing. She wanted to fuck where everyone could see, but it shamed her at the same time.
A cold nose pressed against her side brought her ought of her fantasies. "Go away, Star, Mommy Michelle is busy." the zoologist said, wanting to push the leopard away, but couldn't keep her hands off herself. The jumped up, putting both forepaws on the couch, dropping something onto Michelle's belly.
The zoologist looked down at it. Her double headed dildo, the shiny black rubber unmistakable. She didn't use it often, and kept it in the back of her toy drawer. She stopped playing with herself for a moment, staring at the leopard. Star would have had to have stood on her hind legs, gripped the drawer handle with her teeth, pulled it open, then gotten up on the desk next to it so she could pick it up and carry it. It was far too complex of a task for an untrained animal to do by herself, when essentially asked to.
Michelle stared at the leopard, Star's tail swaying from side to side, her eyes bright and wide, looking at her owner pleadingly. It wasn't the vibrator that Michelle had spoken her desire for. It was an item that could be used to satisfy two females. Star was in heat, and wanted to be fucked. And she knew exactly the item to get to fulfill Michelle's desire and her own. "No way..." she said softly.
Biting her bottom lip, Michelle eased one end of the large dual dildo into her awaiting sex, turning the other end upward, looking at the leopard all the while. "Okay," she said, "Let's see if you know what to do with it."
And to Michelle's amazement, Star did. The leopard hopped up onto the couch, positioning herself over Michelle, then slowly began to lower herself down, allowing the zoologist to guide the fake phallus into her pet.
She was stunned by Star's actions, her jaw agape, which allowed for the feline to press her muzzle up against Michelle's lips, Star's rough tongue slipping into her mistress' mouth. French kissing was definitely not a normal behavior for felines. But the strangeness of the whole situation quickly vanished from Michelle's mind as the feline began to thrust, stimulating them both with the dildo.
The two of them were insatiable, Michelle lost track of the number of times she climaxed, feeling so hot fucking an animal, her breasts and nipples rubbing up against Star's soft fur, the leopard's loving tongue in her mouth. Michelle faintly recognized that she was in a state of animalistic heat, she knew she needed to call Roger and tell him about this, as it was decidedly a major change in behavior, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. It felt so good to fuck Star, to kiss her, caress her, feel the feline's soft fur against her body.
--Tuesday Evening--
"Michelle? We need to go. I need to take you to the lab, run some tests, make sure you're not..." Roger called, moving quickly around Michelle's house, looking for his girlfriend, finally finding her on the couch, in amorous embrace with Star. His jaw dropped at the sight.
"Well, it looks like you're affected too." he said with a sigh.
Michelle's eyes widened, and she broke the kiss with Star. "Roger... I... I don't know what's happening to me. Mmm... it's scary, but it... oooh... feels so good." she said, turning bright red, "But I can't stop. Please help me." she asked, tears in her eyes.
With a sigh Roger lifted the leopard off his girlfriend, making a disgusted face as Star licked him. He shook his head as he looked at Michelle's naked form, her extra nipples now featuring small swellings around them, obviously becoming breasts. The crying girl looked up at her boyfriend, shivering and snuffling. "Please don't be mad at me." she said softly.
Roger smiled, reaching down and stroking her cheek. "It's okay, it's happening to a lot of women right now. It's all over the news. We discovered it at the lab, but we didn't think that it would affect every single women on the planet, which is pretty much what's happening. You're all changing. Your DNA has been altered, it looks like every human female on the planet is only going to be partially human from now on."
"H... how far is it going to go?" the transforming girl asked, eyes wide, afraid.
"We don't know. The company is letting us bring in our friends and family. We'll be able to watch the progression of the changes, and keep you safe and secure if... something happens. Some women have already changed into complete animals mentally."
Michelle clung to her boyfriend as her hand wandered down to the crotch of his jeans. "I don't want to be an animal." she whimpered, unaware of what her hand was doing.
"We're going to try and develop something that will reverse the changes, or at least hold them off. Even if we can't we have some other... processes that we can use to make the best of certain aspects of changed women. It'll be okay, I'll take good care of you." Roger said, smiling down at his girlfriend. He gave one of her ears a playful flick.
"They're getting pointed. I think you just might be turning out to really be my kitten after all." he chuckled, kissing Michelle on the nose. The transforming girl's tear stopped and she smiled.
"Now, just sit here and I'll pack some things. Do you... still wear clothes?" Roger asked, getting up, gently prying his girlfriend's hand from his crotch.
Michelle shakes her head. "No, not much. Just panties, skirts, and shorts. Shirts itch, and my shoes and bras don't fit. That and everything feels so warm now. Is... is that okay?"
Roger shrugged, "They're your breasts, if you want to show them off, that's your decision. They've completely abandoned trying to enforce the indecent exposure laws, anyway. So it doesn't really matter."
"We can bring Star, right?" Michelle asked, looking down at her feline lover. "She's... somethings happening to her too. I think she understands me. She's gotten a lot smarter. She brought me this," she pointed to the dildo, "When I said something about wanting a vibrator. She's in heat too, and needed it as much as I did. Y... you're sure you're not mad at me for... making love with Star?"
Roger shakes his head, pulling several suitcases out of a nearby closet. "Sweetie, it's a completely normal thing for you to be doing right now. You can't help it, you're in heat and operating on brand new instincts. I'm not going to be angry at you for something you can't control. And besides, it is... well... kind of hot. Can't say I haven't thought about kitty sex once or twice myself. Weird things cross your mind when you're a guy, and if she learns how to talk, I don't think I'd have a problem snuggling up to her myself. I wouldn't mind having two kittens to keep me company."
Michelle smiled, her gaze turning back to Star as Roger went to pack. "Hear that, kitty? All you have to do is learn how to talk and you've got a date with a male." she said with a grin. Star's tail swished from side to side at that, walking over to nuzzle Michelle's hand.
--Wednesday Afternoon--
Michelle lay back in her bed, purring happily. The needful ache in her sex was almost gone. It was entirely tolerable now, no need to act out on it. The marathon sex session with Star had helped to ease it down a little, but the moment Roger came inside of her, filled her up so nicely, her needful desire had almost vanished entirely.
She was definitely becoming a feline, no doubt about it. The changes to her ears had continued, making them larger and triangular, halfway to being true feline ears. Her face seemed to be in the opening stages of becoming a feline muzzle. Her canine teeth were loose, x-rays showed that sharp fangs had appeared beneath them, and were pushing her old teeth out. She even had a nub at the base of her spine, the beginnings of a tail. Her tongue had begun to feel a little sandpapery as well.
Michelle didn't mind at all. Now that she knew what was happening, it wasn't scary at all. Quite frankly it was kind of fun. Though the needles hurt a bit when she got blood samples taken, the more pleasurable things. Like being milked. Almost half the girls that came in had begun to lactate.
Seeing the other girls, Michelle didn't feel so scared anymore. She wasn't going through her changes alone. Almost everybody else had at least one or two minor animalistic features. Some had claws instead of nails, other had fully developed tails already, a rare few actually had the beginnings of fur on their bodies. Though Michelle's favorite was the cute 16 year old girl she'd run into in the shared bathroom on this floor.
She girl was becoming some kind of lizard or frog or something. She looked completely normal, except for the fact that when fully extended, she had a two foot long tongue. Michelle purred louder remembering the fun they'd had, the girl had known exactly how to use it too.
Michelle rather liked the dormitories. Four bedroom apartments with a shared living room and kitchen, five apartments to a floor, the middle area on one side dedicated to a group bathroom. The bedrooms each had two beds. For the most part it seemed to be six girls and two males to each cluster.
Michelle's sisters shared one of the rooms. Roger had picked them up on the way over. Lily and Rose didn't much mind their changes either. Both were becoming cows. Rose had the beginnings of an udder, while Lily had tiny horns and enlarged, teat-like nipples.
The catgirl-becoming yawned and scooted over, seeing Star walk into the room. The snow leopard seemed to be over her heat, after being mated by a panther the researchers in one of the buildings had on hand for other experiments. Michelle smiled at her pet and lover, Star was definitely becoming more human.
There had already been several dramatic physical changes, Star had breasts now for one, small ones, but larger then the secondary ones Michelle had developed. The leopard also seemed to be growing hair. At the moment it looked like a white buzzcut poking out of her headfur, but it was definitely analogous to positioning for a human. Her forepaws had also begun to change a bit, and her legs seemed to be lengthening, and her body shortening. Not much, just a few centimeters since the last time Michelle had made measurements. Judging from her actions alone, Star was at least as smart as a dumb human.
Michelle looked forward to the day when the two of them could talk. But right now kissing and snuggling communicated volumes. Michelle purred happily as Star nuzzled her neck. The two of them had spent an hour yesterday just laying in the sun, cuddled up to each other, and both were content to do it again.
"I've got some tests in a little bit." she told Star, "In exchange for room and board, they do tests on us to see what's going on, and trying to find a cure. I've got a couple of injections, and some sort of thing they call instinct testing. So you'll have to find somebody else to play with." Michelle said, licking the leopards nose.
Star nodded, a continuous up and down motion to show that it wasn't a fluke. Michelle's eyes widened. "You understand me?" A nod. Michelle hugged the leopard tightly. "Awesome! Now I'm not going to be referred to as the weird cat lady for talking to you all the time."
A snort from the feline. "Though I suppose if I'm turning into one, I just might really be a weird cat lady." Michelle said with a purring chuckle.
--Wednesday Testing--
Michelle was gently guided to lay back on the examination table, a doctor or a scientist, she couldn't tell, hovering over her, taking measurements of her. "Well, Michelle," he said, "It looks like you're growing. You're an inch and a half taller since last night. The pace of your change seems to be amongst the quickest we've seen here. Your breasts also seem to be increasing in size at a steady rate, with and without the presence of milk."
The transforming girl purred happily, enjoying the attention to her naked body. She almost mewled in protest when the doctor took his hands off of her and walked over to the refrigerator nearby. "Now, we have several formulae that we'd like to test, the ones I'll be giving you today are fast acting hormone treatments. You should feel the effects of them in a few minutes. Six will be injections into your breasts to increase their milk production and size. The other injection will be a test to see if we can arouse, if you pardon the term, a state of heat in you. If that's okay?"
Michelle nodded and purr-chuckled, "Sure Doc, I love being milked, and being in heat isn't too bad, especially when there's all sorts of guys and girls around to help me with that." she said with a smile. She suddenly blushed, realizing what she had just said, and the fact that she had been walking around naked all day.
"Oh... geez..." she whispered softly.
"Pardon?" the doctor asked, getting the first series of shots ready.
Michelle just shook her head, "It's nothing. I just... realized that I've been walking around naked with everyone able to see every bit of me, and I hadn't even thought about it until now."
"Nothing wrong with that," the doctor said pleasantly, "It's an instinctual thing, I'm sure, and it's not like anyone is offended. I'm willing to bet that the entire teenage male population of the civilized world are about to pass out due to the lack of blood flow due to those instincts that seem to be present in most females now."
The doctor wheeled a small stand with a tray on it over to the exam table, and rubbed down Michelle's nipples and the surrounding area with a bit of alcohol on some cotton balls. "Now, this is probably going to sting a little bit, but it'll be over quickly." he said, gently taking one of Michelle's upper breasts in hand, causing the girl to moan, her breasts were incredibly sensitive.
She arched her back and gasped as the cold needle slid into her flesh, the strangely colored liquid inside rushing into her. "Did it hurt that much?"
"No, oh no! It felt... good. Do it again!" Michelle said with a smile on her face. The doctor proceeded to do just that, giving the other five injections quickly, with Michelle writhing in pleasure on the table. She lay there in a state of pleasured bliss, stroking her breasts, a little out of touch with her environment. She didn't even notice the jab of the last injection in her rump.
Michelle wasn't sure how long she'd been in the room alone when she came to her senses after a few climaxes. She sat up on the exam table and looked around. "Doc?" she asked the empty room. She noticed that rather large puddle of her own juices pooled between her thighs, and she blushed, turning red nearly head to toe.
She pushed herself up off the table, dropping onto the floor. As she walked she felt her thighs rub together, the friction seeming to create a sudden burning heat in her loins. She sit her bottom lip as she grabbed a few paper towels. She tried to walk back to the exam table, but she couldn't keep upright, dropping to her knee from the need each step created.
She crawled to the table, finding her chin on level with the bottom of the table. The scent filled her nose, the scent of her own sexual juices excited her further, they smelled so good... she couldn't help herself as she lapped them up. Every last drip and dribble of sticky, salty sweetness.
She needed sex so badly now, not just sex, cock. She needed a male. Needed to be filled with a male's essence, she needed hot, wonderful seed inside of her. She was a feline in heat, eager to be filled with kittens. She yowled loudly, advertising her need to any nearby male. Against all odds in this sterile, human made place, a male was there in a moment.
Michelle purred and rubbed against his soft, sleek spotted fur, white, gray and black. Beautiful. She didn't waste any time, presenting her rump to him, which the snow leopard quickly accepted, his spiny cock entering her and making her cry out. It felt so good. Everything began to blur, the maleness inside of her becoming the focus of her world, anything outside her male didn't matter.
Mmm, his soft belly fur against her back, his paws on her shoulders. Oooh... but then there were her nipples, all six of them, rubbing against the smooth, cool floor with each thrust. She couldn't hold back, nor did she want to, she just wanted to cum again and again and again...
--Friday Morning--
And again the animal thrust into her, every muscle in his body stiffening as he erupted inside of her. She roared as he came, her own climax triggered. She pressed back against him and... sat up in bed?
Michelle looked around, confused and panting. It had all be a dream, a wonderful, incredibly erotic dream. Her sheets and blankets were soaked with sweat and sexual fluids. But she wasn't in her room. It looked more like a hospital room. Confused, she pushed the call button and waited.
She felt funny, kind of heavy. She pulled the sheet from her body to reveal six large breasts, all of equal size, all sporting large black nipples. Wow, the injections had worked quite well. But something looked... funny. Her skin was weird. She ran a hand over her leg, and felt soft velvet. Fur. She had fur. It was only stubbles right now, but it was fur nonetheless, a white pelt in the making.
The catgirl purred happily, rather glad she was getting fur. Her nails had turned black as well, and had begun to change shape, slowly becoming claws. Her rough tongue probed around her mouth, and found her canine teeth missing, tiny nubs in her gums were poking out however. She rolled onto her side and looked back, the tiny nub at the base of her spine was a good six inches long. She had a tail!
It was then that the nurse came in, a horsegirl judging from the braided tail that swayed back and forth behind her as she walked. "So how are you feeling, Michelle?" she asked, bringing in a tray of food.
"I feel really good." the catgirl purred, "What happened? I remember being in the exam room and then I started dreaming about... sex." she said, blushing a little, which just made the horsegirl grin.
"Yeah, me too recently. You passed out just after the injections, your body went into a mode to conserve resources, as it was using a lot to make changes. You're not the only one that's had that happen. A lot of the girls are having it happen. Something in the breast augmentation injections seems to trigger it. They've stopped using them and are trying to isolate the problem. But I have to admit that it did seem to do the job." the horsegirl said, licking her lips, reaching out to cup one of them.
"You slept through yesterday, we had you on a nutrient drip most most of that, but your vitals went back up this morning, so we took you off of it." the nurse said, her other hand finding another of Michelle's plentiful breasts, bringing her face slowly towards the catgirl's, "I expect that you're absolutely ravenous so I brought you your breakfast and maybe I could have a little drink?"
The nurse pressed her lips against Michelle's the catgirl's parting almost instinctively, letting the horsegirl's tongue into her mouth. The sound of someone clearing his throat broke the two girls out of their embrace.
"Nurse Peters," Roger said with a grin, "We all appreciate your hands on bedside manner, but I do believe that it anybody should be pawing my girlfriend right after she wakes up, then it ought to be me."
The horsegirl blushes and looks down at the floor, "I'm sorry sir, it's just that I've been feeling kind of funny after the treatment you gave me. But my changes seem to have stopped for the moment. Thank you." she said as she quickly scurried out of the room.
Roger sat down next to Michelle's bed, allowing the feline to satisfy her hunger. The moment food came within arm's reach she was all over it, gobbling everything down, barely even pausing to taste it.
"Well, it looks like the milk and breast enhancement formula works like a charm. Shame about the side effects. I'm sure we'll get those out of there soon. I'm glad you're okay, I was worried." Roger said, putting his hand over Michelle's, gently stroking her velvety fur.
"Your eyes look pretty like that." he said with a grin.
"Like what?" Michelle asked.
"Elliptical. Cat-like. You look kind of like an elf with those half-and-half ears."
Michelle reached up and felt her ears, they were sticking out from the sides of her head a bit, in the middle of taking on the triangular feline shape.
"Star started talking last night."
"Really?"
"Yup, she's having difficulty making the proper sounds, but she's getting there. It's amazing, her changes are the fastest out of any we've seen here. Her forepaws are at the rudimentary hand stage now, and her hind legs are progressing nicely to allow a bipedal stance. Her breasts have developed fully, rivaling those massive mammaries you have, though you have her beat in number by two. She's also become a voracious reader and has taken an interest in the virus as well as many of our projects. She's incredibly smart.
Michelle smiled, "I'd love to talk to her."
"Later. Right now we have to get you milked, take measurements, and document your changes." Roger says, giving one of Michelle's breasts a squeeze, drawing a pleasured moan from the feline girl.
--Friday Evening--
Michelle purred, snuggled between the two cowgirls on the large bed the two of them shared in their room. Lily didn't seem to be changing all that much, there had been no changes or additions to her form save for the increased size of her bust due to lactation. Rose on the other hand seemed to be progressing as fast as Michelle, her udder had grown and was now fully functional, her breasts were expanding rapidly as well, and there appeared to be at least a second pair growing in, as there were two teat-like nipples below her original breasts, which also sported teats, but there were four more on her tummy, and lacked the characteristic swelling around them to eventually become breasts.
Rose has a tail, a fully formed cow's tail. and her feet were definitely on the road to becoming hooves. Her nails had become black and grown thick as well, and the fingers were merging into two digits. Her face had begun to flatten out, and her ears where already quite cow-like. She had two tiny nubs that were to become horns, but she had yet to develop a cow-like pattern, or fur of any sort.
The catgirl licked and suckles at Rose's breast, enjoying her sister's sweet milk and sweeter caresses. Michelle enjoyed the cuddling, erotic contact being breasts only, which was still enough to make any of the three of them climax, accompanied by kissing and snuggling. It was quite a fun way to spend the afternoon.
She found that she missed Star. After all the feline had been the center of her research and her best friend since she was a kitten, Michelle had never been a day without seeing her, and now it had been two, although Thursday didn't really count, as she had slept through it, having those nice dreams about sex with a snow leopard male. Her cunt muscles ached from all the movements they'd made during her dreams.
Just then the nature program on the TV was replaced by the Global News Network logo, which was in short order followed by the seal of the President of the United States, followed by the man himself.
"My fellow Americans, it is with a heavy heart that I say this, but in the interests of this nation, and the entire world, I feel that it has to be done. After discussions in an emergency meeting of Congress, and weighing all options, it is felt that until the scope of what our mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives are undergoing, and until we can discover how far things will progress, that until that time this ordinance will be in effect. From this moment on, women's right as you know them have ceased to exist..."