Halloween Trilogy of Transformation
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Halloween for Life: Part 1
Megan scratched at the top of her breast again and adjusted her top. The
fur of Megan's cat costume was irritating her again and she just
couldn't quite satisfy that itching sensation. For some strange reason,
the prickling seemed to be radiating from her nipples to the rest of her
chest.
Thinking that she might need some privacy to adjust her furry top, Megan
briskly walked to the nearby bathroom and opened the door to find two of
her classmates fucking.
Kristen, an auburn headed girl with a dusting of freckles on her perky C
cup breasts, was rocking rhythmically to the thrusts of Jerry. Kristen
had to sit on the sink since she had come to the party as a mermaid. Her
costume shell covered breasts jiggled methodically with her bucking
hips. Her somewhat long, straight hair was being tussled back and forth
as well. Kristen was facing Megan but didn't see since her eyes were
closed. Kristen was alternating between quick pants and long moans as
she was penetrated by the cock she wanted so much.
Jerry, dressed as a Roman Centurion, noticed Megan in the reflection of
the mirror.
"MEGAN! GET OUT!" yelled Jerry.
Megan blushed deeply and quickly shut the door. Megan started to walk up
the nearby staircase when she noticed she was a little wet from seeing
Kristen and Jerry fucking in the bathroom. The image of Kristen's
luscious breasts bounding up and down and her tight pussy only
heightened her arousal.
That's strange, she thought, if anything I'd be turned on by Jerry....
This only added to the crimson blush on her face.
She reached the top of the stairs and absently scratched her tailbone
while trying to remember where the upstairs restroom was. The same
nagging irritation on her chest seemed to be on her backside now. She
knew she could reach the itch if she could move the base of the tail out
of the way. For some reason, she couldn't budge her costume tail. She
tried in vain to itch around the base of the tail but it didn't help
much. She needed to find the upstairs restroom so she could check that
part out too.
There was a small line for the restroom and Megan had no choice but to
wait. Thankfully as she walked up the line became just her and another
woman. She was in Megan's chemistry class but didn't know her name. The
girl in front of Megan wore a typical slutty French maid's outfit. The
white lacey frill outlined her skimpy black outfit. She had shoulder
length dark brown hair and a face dominated by huge lips. Shamefully,
the first thing Megan thought of was that they could only be described
as DSL; Dick Sucking Lips.
"Oh, howdy Megan!" The apparently not so French maid cheerfully loudly
twanged.
Megan stifled a grimace and replied, "Oh hi. Nice costume."
The girl with the DSL grinned and put her hands on her hips.
"Thanks! I just wish I coulda filled it out better. Ya know?" The French
maid grabbed at her small breasts and hefted the both.
Megan's vagina contracted a little and got more wet at the thought of
bigger breasts. She wished she could see a large expanse of cleavage
settled in that lacey white and black outfit.
"What the fuck," Megan thought. "Why did I think that."
Megan quickly recovered and smiled politely and just shrugged.
Some sort of scantly clad blue alien with long, dark hair and a tail
stumbled out of the bathroom.
"He must have had too much to drink," thought Megan. "He's having
trouble walking around."
Megan say the alien's tail sway side to side and made a mental note to
ask him how he did that with his costume. She was all for making her
costume better next year.
The French maid chuckled, apparently thinking the same thing. She
quickly tip toed, that is the best she could do in those 5 inch stiletto
shoes, to the bathroom and shut the door. Megan tapped her foot
impatiently waiting for her turn to use the restroom. Her foot began to
hurt from the tapping so she stopped and knelt down to rub it to soothe.
The toes of her shoes seemed more cramped than before and just added to
her discomfort. She could feel her toenails digging into the shoes and
could only curl her toes to alleviate some of the uneasiness.
A couple dressed as a king and queen of hearts got in line behind Megan
but she paid little notice. She was too busy trying to remain calm. Her
breasts still itched along with her tail prop and the annoyance had only
increased with time. She looked over her shoulder to see if the couple
was paying any attention to her.
The two seemed to be engaged in a fierce debate over the color of roses.
Megan removed her fake cat talons and careful scratched her breast area
with one hand and her tailbone with the other. The rubbing felt better
this time. Her nails just seemed to be better for the task than the fake
ones she had on earlier. Her nipples became thicker and erect with each
scratch. She blushed again and took a momentary break to look behind
again to see If the couple noticed her lewd groping. They were still
otherwise engaged. She returned with fervor to massaging her breasts and
backside. It felt so GOOD to her and she was so happy she was finally
able to find the right method. She began to close her eyes and hum a
little due to the pleasure. Her hand on her ass moved to her front and
she rubbed the front of her pants along with her breasts. The hums grew
louder until Megan released a soft and prolonged purr from her lips.
Megan was in bliss.
"HEY!" A voice called out.
Megan quickly snapped from her state of ecstasy and regained composure.
She turned around slightly to see the king scowling at her.
"Your tail was hitting us!" the king stated matter of factly.
Megan looked puzzled, then apologized.
"Did they see what I was doing?" She thought. "Could I have been
gyrating and hit them with my tail?"
Just then the French maid strutted out of the bathroom with a noticeable
improvement to her bust. She had gone from a respectable B cup to easily
DD.
Megan was stunned at her transformation. Not only were her breasts perky
and full, her whole appearance seemed sexier. Megan's vagina twinged
again and her panties were definitely damp. She secretly wished that
those big DSL would suckle her nipples and lick her vagina.
Megan shook her head to try and rid the crazy notion, but it wouldn't
leave her.
The French maid hurried up to a guy dressed up as a ghost and called out
to him, "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir!?"
All Megan could think was that girl was very efficient with a great
handbag to go through that sort of transformation in the bathroom as
Megan hurried into the bathroom.
"I'm parched," said Kristen.
"Oh baby, but you're so wet," said Jerry.
Kristen giggled then coughed.
"Come on. Just help me to the bathtub and I'll get some water from
there. Just lie me down into the tub."
"Why not just get some from the sink?" asked Jerry.
"I'm so fucking thirsty," said Kristen. "Plus I still have this costume
on."
Kristen gestured to her mermaid tail.
"It's so hard to take on and off and I still want you so bad that I
don't wanna waste any time." Kristen quickly added.
Jerry scooped up Kristen and laid her in the bathtub, facing her face
towards the shower head. He turned the shower on ever so slightly so
that her costume would not get wet. Kristen swiftly leaned into the
water and eagerly guzzled an amount of water that would but a camel to
shame.
"Woah girl," said Jerry. "You better leave room for some of this."
Jerry grabbed and shook he cock towards Kristen.
"Just a minute," Kristen gurgled.
Kristen turned up the flow rate to the shower and closed the drain.
"I just feel so dried out. I really need to get some water on me,"
Kristen said.
Jerry looked on incredulously as Kristen fully submerged her body in the
water and began to blow bubbles playfully.
"Ok. When your done playing 'The Little Mermaid', let me know," said
Jerry.
Jerry stomped out of the bathroom and mumbled "Stupid bitch" as Kristen
continued to enjoy her bath.
Megan was struggling in the bathroom to hold onto what little will power
she had left. Her breasts were aching to be touched, as was her ass. It
was a strange combination of needing to be itched and rubbed in order to
pacify and pleasure. She carefully reached for the clasp for her costume
but had trouble finding it. The fur probably covering the clasp and was
difficult to find. She continued for quite a while and eventually gave
up in frustration. She tried tugging at parts of the fur in the general
area of the clasp but let out a hiss of pain. She must have accidentally
tugged on her skin or something, she thought.
Looking more carefully in the mirror, Megan noticed she had a hard time
deciphering where the costume ended and her flesh began. Her costume
makeup was good but at this moment it seemed authentic; especially her
face.
Megan's face looked like a cat-woman. The nose. The whiskers. Even the
ears seemed more authentic.
Once again she pulled at some of the fur; this time from the front. She
met the same sting as before. Megan was growing more anxious now,
fearful of what was happening to her. Was the costume adhesive somehow
stuck? She gave a forceful tug of a tuft of hair and let out a loud and
definitely feline hiss. Megan quickly covered her mouth with her hand
and looked at herself in the mirror in wide eyed shock.
Her hand had become more supple with clearly catlike claws. She began to
softly stroke her ears and tug at them to notice they were a part of her
now. Her other hand confirmed that the whiskers and nose were real now
too.
She gingerly explored her chest and noticed the fur there was a part of
her body now. She removed her tank top and gasped at her breasts. The
breast flesh was fury save for the nipples, which were bright pink. She
felt mildly relaxed to have the tank top off. It felt relieving to be
less constricted. Free.
She took off her shoes next and the feeling of freedom was even greater.
The shoes were choking her feet but now she could actually stretch. She
was shocked to see her feet were similar to her hands. There were more
feline talons to match her hands. Paws?
Megan removed the skirt next, with great difficulty. She finally noticed
that the tail was indeed moving on its own and she had very little
control of it. Then she took off her black satin panties. She grimaced
in disgust at her panties. They reeked of her pussy juice and were
soaked. She looked down and noticed her small patch of crotch hair was
no more. She was furry down there too.
Megan didn't know what to do. Here she was; an actual cat-woman. She
started to tear up. She then thought of the changes to her that were
beyond physical. Come to think of it, she was actually more worried of
the mental changes. She was not attracted to women before today, but now
she would have a hard time not wanting to jump someone like that French
maid.
Her vagina throbbed in yearning.
Then there are the feline grooming habits. And the meowing and hissing
when expressing certain emotions.
Would it get worse?
Megan slumped down onto the toilet seat and sobbed.
Jerry was at the make shift bar working on his second drink since
ditching Kristen in the bathroom. Kristen and he were together but they
weren't exclusive. There were at least 2 girls here that he wanted to
take a shot at. And if none of those worked out, he could always go back
to his mermaid. She wasn't going to go anywhere in that costume!
Jerry was nearly done with his drink when the sexiest version of the
Wicked Witch sauntered up to him with another drink. She was all green
with a cute button nose, long black hair. She had nice perky C cup
breasts which looked even bigger in her push up bra. She wore a very
revealing black leather outfit to complement her figure. The costume was
completed with a witch hat and your typical broom.
"Hey there stud, how about another brew," the Wicked Witch cooed.
Jerry grinned like the cat that got the canary and said, "Definitely. If
you don't mind me saying, you are one hot witch."
The Wicked Witch coyly turned her head and said,
"I'm sure you say that to all the witches."
Jerry grinned even bigger and took a swig of his brew.
"Naw. You are without a doubt the hottest girl here," said Jerry as he
drew closer to her.
"Oh. There is another girl here way hotter than me, but I admit. I'm
pretty sexy and fucking good in bed," said the Wicked Witch as twirled
her hair in one hand and rubbed Jerry's chest with the other.
"Really? Well you are gunna have to show me then," said Jerry.
"Let's go upstairs then big guy and maybe I can get you ready for that
other girl I was telling you about," whispered the Wicked Witch.
Jerry felt drained and wanted nothing more than to lay down.
Was there something in that drink?
His scalp began to itch and he scratched it. He noticed it felt
different. Was his hair smoother and longer? "It must be whatever she
put in my drink," he thought.
His arms felt tingly now and he rubbed them the best he could. Was is
his imagination or were they getting softer? They definitely seemed to
be getting lither as well. His hands felt huge against his arms but soon
the hands complimented the arms. The same sensation spread to his arms
and feet. He tried the best he could to rub his legs with his feet but
another sensation caught his attention. A bubbling feeling on his chest
slightly burned Jerry. He tried leaning his head up to try and get a
better look. His new hair was blocked his vision to the sides. It was
now somehow platinum blond and shoulder length, and it appeared it was
getting longer. All he could see in front of him was that was his chest
heaving deeply. His Roman armor rose up and down in a rhythm. He was so
tired and out of breathe that he needed to take deep breathes to
revitalize himself. He began to notice his chest would raise a certain
portion but not fall back an equal portion. This process continued
slowly until a noticeable mass was forming on his chest. Jerry couldn't
believe it. Was he growing....breasts? His Roman armor was straining to
containing his heaving chest. The clasps at the side began to strain and
creak at the strain. Jerry tried to protest but whatever drug was given
to him prevented him from doing so. He could only lay there and try and
mentally overcome whatever was happening to him. His chest was now
lifting his armor a good 5 inches off where it used to lay. The clasps
had finally snapped free. His hands lazily tried to remove his costume
armor but it slide off on its own. His hands had then felt his stomach,
which had become much thinner and more toned. He knew what was coming
and slowly guided his hand further down to feel his cock and balls. They
were still there, but he was losing feeling in them. There was a
numbness spreading from the tip of his penis to the rest of his crotch.
He tried to restore feeling to the area by stroking his shaft but in his
weakened state, he was not successful. The whole crotch went numb. His
hand was on his cock, still trying in vain to restore its sensitivity.
He then felt his hand pull away something from down there. He tried
looking down but his chest was still in the way. He slowly dragged
whatever he was holding across the bed towards where he could see it. He
would have screamed if he could.
In his hand was a dildo that looked eerily like his own penis. Reaching
down he felt a tuft of pubic hair and further exploration confirmed his
worst fears. He now had a pussy. His fingers accidentally penetrated the
vagina and his mind reeled in pleasure. And a damn sensitive one at
that! He was already so wet and tight and he had barely done anything.
Kristen didn't know how long she had been underneath the water. The
water capacity of the tub had long ago reached it capacity and was now
struggling to not overflow. She had at first started doing so partially
out of a game to see how long she could. The main reason was the need to
parch her thirst that was all over her body. She eventually lost track
of how long she was under the water and frankly, she didn't care.
Strands of her hair continuously waved in front of her now opened eyes.
Kristen was a swimmer for her school's team but rarely opened her eyes
under water due to the irritation. Strangely she had no trouble now.
Kristen couldn't see but these eyes had changed from hazel to a green
hue. She noticed her hair had become a darker red and curly though she
shrugged it off as just the water playing tricks on her eyes. Kristen
stretched her legs as best as she could in the constraints of the
bathtub. Her feet felt cramped and she tried to shift her legs to get a
better position. Her costume mermaid tail seemed more constraining than
before. She tried fruitlessly to spread her knees apart to no avail. Her
feet were now numb and almost felt like they were being smashed together
at the heel, but violently spread at 180 degrees from the ends of each
other. Kristen grimaced at the slight pain of all the constriction and
seemingly melding of her legs but shortly thereafter, the aching
stopped.
Looking down towards her costume tail she noticed it was noticeably
brighter and almost shimmered like a kaleidoscope in the water.
She gave her new tail a wiggle and continued to enjoy it's new look. She
felt a dull nagging in the deep recesses of her mind that she needed to
do... something. To get out of.... But she couldn't place it. As time
went on, her previous thoughts and desires shifted to new ones. She felt
her vagina twinge and absent mindedly moved her hand to touch it. She
inserted her fingers and sought to complete her urge to be filled. Her
vagina throbbed and tightened in anticipation of more to come but was
meet only with frustration. Kristen grunted in frustration and slammed
her fists, causing more splashes onto the already flooding bathroom
floor.
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