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“Thanks, and have a nice day,” the woman at the register said sweetly, and Melanie just nodded and gave her a weak smile before taking her bags and heading out of the store. She walked into the parking lot and fumbled through her pockets looking for her car keys, threw the bags in the trunk, and quickly slid into the driver’s seat.
She sighed, and she carefully took off her hood. She tilted the rear view mirror and stared at the reflection of the top of her head worryingly. They’re not that noticeable, she told herself, running her hand along the base of the bumps. She smoothed out the folds of her baggy jacket and started the ignition. She peered around nervously, flicked on the headlights, and started to pull out of the parking space.
As she made her way back to her small apartment, she tried her best to convince herself not everyone was staring at her. In truth, she knew people probably couldn’t even see through her car windows in the dim evening light, but it made her anxious all the same. She knew she really ought to see a doctor, but the very idea made her whole body quiver. How would a doctor respond to someone miraculously growing antennae?
She was almost sure this was all happening after she got stung last Sunday, but it seemed too surreal for her to respond to any of it all that seriously. What exactly do you do when you find something happening to you that is biologically impossible? She’d first noticed something wrong only two days ago, when she’d noticed her strange, dilated pupils in the mirror. This morning, she’d woken up with these nubs coming out of her head.
She pulled into her apartment’s parking lot and turned off the engine defeatedly. The scariest part of everything was that she could feel her body changing, even during the day. This morning her antennae hadn’t been so clearly antennae, but now they were three inch long stalks that responded to every touch. She frowned, pulled up her hood, got out of the car, and hurried up the flight of stairs to her apartment with her groceries in hand.
Back inside, Melanie unzipped her uncomfortable jacket and threw it across the room, then almost immediately pulled her shirt over her head. She stared down at her bosom and shuddered at the sight of her budding, erect nipples. She hadn’t worn a bra today because none of them had fit; somehow, her bust had swollen from the sting. She collapsed against the foot of her bed, and she felt like she wanted to cry.
But the tears wouldn’t come. For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to just let it out. She looked over her topless body and shivered a little. She peered over her chest, which was harder to do than it had been only a day ago, and something odd caught her eye. Something about her stomach looked different. She ran her palms along her skin, and she was surprised to find how firm it was. Melanie had never been super physically active, and she certainly wasn’t toned, but somehow her muscles were bulging against her skin.
She shook her head and shrugged. Whatever was happening to her, it certainly didn’t seem to be all bad. Who wouldn’t want a bouncier bust and gorgeous abs? Really, aside from the weird antennae, all the side effects of this incident were strictly positive! She stopped rubbing her stomach, and her attention turned to her breasts. Her nipples were thick, and her areolae had grown darker. Something in her told her that she shouldn’t, but she wanted to, and really, why shouldn’t she? It was her body, and she was all alone. Nervously, Melanie ran a fingertip along the bottom of her right nipple, and the resulting sensation made a smile unfold across her face.
She pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she moved her left hand to tease and play with her other breast, too. The sensations were all familiar, of course, but they were also subtly different, and she had so much more to play with now, too. Melanie felt herself moistening between her legs, and she hastily unbuttoned her jeans, then slid a hand inside to rub her clitoris.
“Mmmm.” This was nice. She would almost be able to forget about her predicament if her antennae weren’t so obviously flicking around involuntarily, but she didn’t mind. She slipped two fingers inside her slit, and she rubbed her pussy lips and the inside of her vagina. She slid onto her back and kicked off her pants so she could lie more comfortably on the carpeted floor, and her left hand danced from breast to breast, rubbing and teasing, releasing soft little gasps and moans.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she plunged another finger inside her slit, ready to cum, wanting to cum, sliding in and out and desperately massaging her clit. She felt the climax coming, and she spread her thighs wide as she squealed with excitement and the warm pleasure washed over her body. “Ahhh~” She slowed her hands and gasped for air, then opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling with a relieved smile. She’d needed that.
After lounging in the afterglow for a couple minutes, Melanie eventually scrambled to her feet and stumbled into the bathroom to clean up. She ran her hand under the water, and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat. “Oh my god.” She quickly turned off the tap and leaned in closer, sure she was seeing some trick of the light, but no, it was real. Her antennae were dangling over her head, looking almost a foot long, and she could even see them at the edge of her vision if she looked carefully enough, but that wasn’t even the most disturbing thing. She pressed her face inches from the mirror, but no matter how carefully she looked, it was the same: her eyes were solid, jet-black orbs.
Melanie took a step back, physically shaking, and she looked down at herself in horror. Just minutes ago, she hadn’t looked this way, she knew it—she’d been remarkably ordinary looking when she’d seen herself in her car mirror—but this was definitely not ordinary, not even human! She whimpered, but just as she was about to leave, a sharp pain in the back of her spine forced her to buckle over and grab hold of the sink to steady herself.
Afraid, she reached around and felt the spot just above her butt, and when her palm brushed against something hard and slippery, her arm recoiled in terror. This can’t be happening, she told herself, but she forced herself to look behind her and see what she had just touched. The sight almost made her faint. There, attached to her butt, was a thick, bulbous protrusion. It was dark and a little bit shiny, and though it was small, it was large enough that she knew there was no way she could fit into any of her pants, much less hide it.
She stumbled back into her bedroom and collapsed onto her hands and knees, consumed by fear and revulsion. This was her doing, she was sure of it; somehow, touching herself had made things worse, and now she was a monster. She couldn’t wait any longer; she needed to see a doctor before she became more deformed. She rummaged through her closet and pulled out a skirt, then slipped it on, but much to her chagrin, it didn’t help: the bulbous mass attached to her butt was not only still visible, it was impossible to miss. She craned her neck to look at the mirror to see what she looked like from behind, but that only made it worse, since she realized she could actually see her vagina given how much the weird insect abdomen lifted her skirt.
She wanted to look away, to fling herself upon the bed and pretend none of this was happening, but there was something keeping her from turning around. Somehow, her pussy was… well, she couldn’t come up with a better word to describe it. Her pussy was drooling. She turned back around and looked between her legs, and sure enough, she had somehow not noticed that she was sopping wet.
She couldn’t explain it. She was a freak, and she was beyond terrified, but her body was oozing sex. Her breasts were a far cry from the modest B cups she’d once had; now they were massive DDs, and the nipples almost looked like teats they were so swollen. She licked her lips, and somehow her tongue seemed to actually fall out of her mouth, as if she’d lost control of it and it was in free fall. When it stopped, she was sure she’d finally lost it, given that she was now staring at a foot-long tongue that was long enough to droop below even her new, full bosom.
Of course, that couldn’t help but give her an idea. She knew she shouldn’t, and she knew she should be panicking, but gosh, she wanted to try it so badly. Her nipples were so full and perky, and she was so hopelessly turned on right now. Carefully, she guided her incredibly long tongue to her left nipple, and she licked it gently. Immediately, she was rewarded with a shiver down her spine, and her swollen butt quivered. She found that her tongue was remarkably dextrous now that it was so long, and she wrapped it all the way around her nipple and started to caress it eagerly.
Her right arm picked up the slack on her other nipple, and she moaned, her voice a bit huskier than she remembered, but it sounded really good. She noticed that something was odd about her hands, too: her fingers looked strange and segmented, and they felt oddly hard, as if they were extremely calloused. They felt good against her warm nipple, though, and she was enjoying herself too much to care.
She crawled onto the bed and kneeled, licking and groping her breasts, and her antennae fluttered excitedly. With her new tongue, she had a free hand to play with her pussy, and for the second time in twenty minutes, Melanie started to masturbate. This time, though, everything felt more sensitive, and every touch and massage made her feel even better. Her pleasure was building, but it was different; she wanted to cum, but she wasn’t getting closer. Instead, she could sense her body changing some more.
She knew the consequences now, and she didn’t know what she was going to become, but she simply did not have anywhere near the willpower to resist the throes of her pleasure. She felt her butt swelling, growing much larger, and something was growing at its tip. She looked between her legs and gasped. There was no mistaking it: at the end of her new abdomen, right where an insect’s stinger should be, was a thick, rigid cock.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, quickening her pace in her pussy. Normally, she would be terrified, but something about her lustful stupor meant these new developments only turned her on more. She clenched her muscles, and she found that she had some control over her “stinger”, able to curl it closer and slide it between her thighs. She wanted to touch it, but she was already busy with her pussy and breasts… ugh, what a weird predicament to be in. She was about to let go of her boobs when she felt something warm wrap around her cock-stinger, and she looked down at her body with surprise.
What Melanie saw made her rather confused. A hand was wrapped firmly around her cock, and it was sliding up and down eagerly, jerking it off, and from the waves of pleasure she was feeling, it was definitely real. At the same time, though, she could feel herself playing with her tits, and she was desperately rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow. She stared at her torso, and she realized what was happening. The answer was simple, but also difficult to accept: Melanie had four arms.
The revelation made her squirm with excitement, and as she rubbed, sharp pinpricks of pain formed on her shoulder blades, but that only drove her excitement higher. She felt something slick slip out of her skin, and with a flutter, she realized she had just grown a set of wings. They were still quite wet, and all she could do was flop them around uselessly, but the idea of possibly being able to fly was a dream come true, and she squeezed every one of her erogenous zones as she finally climaxed, something warm and sticky shooting out of her cock-stinger and forming a thick puddle on the bed. She collapsed onto her top arms, her lower pair still fondling both sets of genitals, and her eyelids drooped (apparently she still had those). That was intense.
She fell onto her side and breathed heavily, her mind reeling, trying to make sense of what had happened, but she couldn’t even form a cohesive emotional reaction. Darkness was clouding her vision, and all she could comprehend was a strange pool of different sensations. One of her hands was pressed against the fabric of the bed, and another was resting on her large breast. Her stinger was oozing, and the side of it was resting against one of her calves, which was oddly smooth, hard, and cool. Her antennae probed the pillow she was resting on, and the whole room smelled of sex. Pleased with herself, Melanie heard an odd clicking noise she couldn’t quite place, but she decided not to worry about it as she drifted off to sleep.
Melanie awoke to the feeling of a ray of sunshine on her abdomen, and she stirred slowly. Her mind was filled with strange memories, and she wasn’t sure what was real or not. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes, and when she opened them, she came face to face with her hard stinger.
She gulped. So it had all been real, then. There was that strange clicking noise again, the one she had heard as she’d fallen asleep, but she was still unclear where it was coming from. She looked over her body, and she realized that the dark, shiny material that covered her abdomen had spread over the rest of her, but much of it was also a bright yellow, and all of it was segmented into chunks. She looked down at her stomach, and she found that it was encased in a set of chitinous plates, but her breasts were completely exposed, actually a little bit propped up by her strange exoskeleton. Her legs were long and strangely shaped, looking more digitigrade than human, and they had a complex set of joints before ending in four-toed feet. A chitin heel protruded from her sole, giving her the appearance of wearing high heels, despite the fact that she didn’t have a shred of clothing on her body.
She sat up, and her wings rustled behind her. She wondered if she could fly, but she figured her cramped apartment was not the place to find out. They felt powerful, though, and as she moved the razor-thin wings, she heard that clicking sound a third time. Determined to figure out what it was, she stared at the mirror on the other side of the room, and she was surprised to see how different her face had become. Protruding from each of her cheeks was a thick, black mandible, and she could see them moving as she inspected herself. They look pretty sexy, she thought to herself, and as she did, they flicked, and the clicking sound followed. It dawned on her that the noise was coming from her, and she clicked her mandibles a few more times for good measure.
Her eyes were still as dark and empty as before, but in addition to her humanlike orbs, two large hemispheres had appeared on the top of her head, also black as can be. She realized that they were segmented eyes, which explained why her vision looked subtly different. Her brain blended the two sources of information so seamlessly that she could hardly consciously tell the difference, and while her vision didn’t seem much sharper, it did seem much more sensitive to motion, since she seemed to be intimately aware of every twitch of her antennae.
She forced herself out of bed (and out of the patch of her own dried spunk) and stood nervously on her new legs. To her surprise, they felt remarkably natural, maybe even a little more steady than before. Her abdomen curled behind her, and when she wanted to, she found she could swing it between her legs far enough to almost point her stinger at the ceiling, and a part of her wondered with a small blush if she could hit it. She took a few steps forward, and she marveled at how powerful her body felt. The way her legs were oriented, she felt most comfortable in a slight crouch, but with a little bit of effort, she could draw herself to her full height, and she estimated that made her nearly six and a half feet tall. In her normal stance, she wasn’t nearly that high, but she was still quite a bit taller than before, clocking in at around six feet.
All told, she felt fantastic, and the sight of her body made her drool from every spot on her body. The precum forming on her cock was more than a couple drops, it was more like a couple teaspoons, and her pussy was covered in a light film. Even her nipples were wet, and when she gave them a little pinch with her arms, thin streams of milk arced across the room. “Fucking incredible,” she whispered to herself, equal parts amazed and turned on by her new body.
A thought drifted through the back of her head: shouldn’t she be super freaked out right now? She thought back to how she’d felt the day before, her tiny little antennae budding out of her head, but while she could remember feeling that fear, she honestly could not bring herself to understand it. Everything about her new body felt good, and she felt strong and confident. Melanie had always called herself a shy introvert, but she didn’t feel that way anymore, her new fantasies of showing off her sexy body to her friends only making her want to rub herself some more. Old Melanie would have been terrified of these thoughts, but new Melanie savored them like candy, and she clicked her mandibles excitedly.
Her wings fluttered once again, and suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. Melanie hurried over to the glass door that led to her small balcony, and she quickly slid it open and stepped outside. She drew a deep breath, savoring the feeling of the cool air against her naked body, and she sighed happily. She peered up at the roof, and she stretched her upper arms and her legs until she just barely grabbed hold of the edge. She pulled, and to her surprise, she easily lifted herself onto the ledge, amazed by her own strength. She crawled onto the roof her her apartment building and scuttled up the shingles to the top