Confrontation, Transformation, Adaptation

Story by tdraggy

This transformation epic is thirty pages long and contains a pile of themes too numerous to list (but I will try :3) As with Ashley Loves Miranda, this is my second commission from Lilybunny and focuses more on the changes and how the characters respond than actual sex. Not every chapter contains futa, but there's plenty of weird and kinky transformations to enjoy <3 I was originally planning to post this story in chunks like I have been but what the hell, it's all finished and I hate to keep you guys in suspense :3

Groggy wasn't strong enough a word. Amber was... well, too tired to invent some new term to describe the state she was in. Her eyes opened a crack and then immediately snapped shut again, the pasty, stinging sensation encouraging her eyelids to stick together like dear friends. She loosed a groan, curling up tighter and tugging her covers to her like driftwood. She hesitantly ventured another peek at the waking world when she heard some rustling nearby.

Oh, yeah.

She had had her first time with another girl last night.

A glorious swell of feminine rear filled her vision, which shimmied to and fro as denim was sheathed over it. Amber struggled to remember her name as she felt her sore nethers tingle at the sight of her partner's bottom. She watched the statuesque goddess of a woman tug on a long-sleeved top over her perky, sizeable bosom before she turned, smiling down at Amber knowingly. Amber's tired pussy gave another twitch at the smoldering look in Celeste's eyes. Celeste, yes, that was her name. Six and a half feet of sex. She had approached Amber with lots of gentle flattery, remarking several times on her "potential." Amber had always thought of herself as one hundred percent heterosexual, but now... that obviously wasn't the case anymore. Somehow, Amber found herself back at her place making out with this woman, whose gentle, slow caresses just lit her up to levels of arousal she didn't know she could reach.

They had lost themselves in an hours-long session of tongues and fingers and lips and orgasms after orgasms. Amber took pride in the fact that she had brought off the taller girl more than a few times despite her considerably-lesser experience. At least with another female. While she never thought of herself as promiscuous or slutty, Amber did enjoy sex, and during her adult life she had shared herself with many partners. Many male partners. But if Celeste was any indication of what sleeping with girls was like, Amber would certainly have to change that.

She managed to purse her lips as Celeste leaned down for a kiss, a slow and soft but still heavily passionate affair. Celeste looked into Amber's eyes and smiled brightly, whispering, "you were amazing last night, my pet..."

Amber simply murmured appreciation for her curvier lover.

Celeste giggled sweetly at the endearingly mind-wiped nature of her friend, "you're going to be magnificient... my masterpiece..."

Amber gave a tiny nod, a blank smile on her face, then flopped her head back down, snoring softly.

Celeste smiled quietly, gathered her things, and left.

Two and a half hours later, Amber awoke, feeling like a million zillion dollars. Her legs were still a little wobbly from all the climaxes she had last night, but she still managed to dance, naked, into the kitchen to make herself some coffee. It wasn't often she had sex that great, and on a night before she had a day off, to boot! She had the entire day to reflect on the experience and just relax and be lazy in general. As the coffee began boiling, Amber ran her fingers down her belly to her naked vagina. She kept things smooth down there, and she was a little surprised to see that she was still slick and warm between her thighs, all the soreness from her intense encounter now gone. Before really deciding to do so, her fingers plunged inside her slit, and she cooed softly, still over-sensitive. She let out a puff of air, resolving to have her coffee first. But she definitely felt a strong need to rub herself to climax before breakfast. As her hand escaped her folds, she felt resistance, and with a blink, she looked down at her hand.

Now, Amber was no expert on human biology, but she was pretty sure that female lubrication didn't come this thick and sticky. Strands of thick goop hung between her fingers, stringing in a slowly-lengthening trail back to her pussy. Amber would have felt more concern if the wall of growing arousal wasn't keeping her relaxed. Looking closer at her hand, she noticed that the lubrication was hardening, not turning crusty but more fluffy, like cotton or spidersilk.

That actually was a very good description. She knew that a spider's webbing was liquid until it hit the air, then quickly became silk. It was the same with caterpilars. Absently, she rubbed the stuff off

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