- 3 -
When Leanna woke up the next morning, she couldn't remember the transformation last night. Her memory of the late evening was blurry and ended abruptly with the first orgasm. She thought she must have fallen asleep after that. "Dan?" she asked faintly. When she wanted to turn around, she noticed the weight on her chest and her round lower body. "What the hell... Dan! What have you done to me?" she screamed with anger and surprise. Without a doubt, he had poured some substance into her wine. She jumped out of bed, but couldn't cope with the weight change and fell to the ground. At the same time the duvet slipped from the bed onto Dan's clothes, before she noticed them. Groaning, she sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her image in the bedroom mirror in disbelief.
Little Leanna, the skinny little Leanna, didn't exist anymore. In front of her sat the parody of a woman, with a double gigantic bust and broad, sweeping hips, lush thighs and a matching bouncy bottom. Due to her huge rear part it felt as if she was sitting on thick cushions. The four breasts crowded on her chest, with the lower couple resting on her belly, which looked as if she was pregnant with twins in the third trimester. An angry red outie belly button was added to complete the picture.
"Dan! You son of a bitch! What did you do?" She got up carefully and tried to keep her balance, which wasn’t easy, a fact that increased her anger even more. "Where are you?" She looked through the room, but couldn't see his belongings anywhere. He must have run away after her metamorphosis yesterday!
She snorted and staggered into the living room to call him. Her four head-sized breasts swung so heavily that she almost lost balance again. With trembling hands she picked up her mobile phone from the dresser and dialed his number, but instead of dan, she could only hear the automatic voice of the mailbox. She got dizzy and had to sit on the couch, which crunched under her weight. "When I get my hands on you..." she breathed deeply and looked down at herself. "Calm down, Leanna!" she said to herself. "It's not that bad. At least the asshole doesn't like penis-tentacle monsters or anus-women."
She examined her body more closely. There weren’t any really grotesque changes, it seemed to be completely human, and except for the breasts, she had no excess body parts. Her face looked even better than before. All small blemishes were one and her face had perfect proportions. Also she wasn’t constantly horny, unlike many other involuntarily transformed ones she had heard about. She already gained some several centimeters, she guessed she was now nearly 1.70 meters tall.
Slowly she calmed down. "All right. It's far too much of a good thing, but I always wanted to have a sex bomb body, but I could never afford it." she thought. "But why the fuck do I have to look pregnant? Do you like mommies, you stupid idiot? And why four tits?" She tried to call him again, but again she only reached the voicemail.
The breasts can be removed, the fat on the buttocks and belly can be sucked off. And I already know who's going to pay every single cent for it!" she hissed.
She struggled to get her emotions under control. She stared at the phone in her hand, indecisive as to what she should do next. Maybe she should make a few calls, call her lawyer, a hospital or a local alchemist. But first she needed new clothes. Nothing she had in the house would fit her now, except maybe the old bathrobe of her ex, which had to be in a cardboard box somewhere in the basement.
That's when she remembered her colleague Clarice. The overweight woman had only recently had a child and had a similar height. That would mean that she would have to confide in someone, but realistically speaking, that would be hard to avoid anyway. She got along well with her, maybe she could convince her to keep her mouth shut until she could fix her body. She had no doubt that this was possible.
Leanna sighed and dialed Clarice's number.
"Clarice Hicks speaking." - "Hello, Clarice. It's Leanna." - "Hi Lee, what a surprise. How are you?" - "Not good, that’s because I'm calling you. I have a huge problem. I..." she hesitated for a while because she didn't know how to explain it.
"What's the matter? How can I help you?" Clarice asked. Leanne swallowed. "Clarice, I've been the victim of a D-Cum attack." - Clarice didn't say anything for a while. "Oh, by Freya! How bad is it?" - "Don't worry. The transformation isn't too bad, but I don't think there's a single T-shirt in my house that fits me anymore." she tried to sound funny, but failed miserably.
"You were on the TV show yesterday, too, right?" Clarice asked.
Leanna was confused. "Yeah, why do you ask?" - "Well, because... don’t you know?" - "Clarice, I woke up half an hour ago and had to realize that I turned into a pregnant bimbo with four huge tits overnight. What do I not know?" -
"Then you've been really lucky. The Police says probably every visitor has been transformed. Most of them were hit badly."
“What?” So Dan wasn't responsible for her situation? She looked out the window and saw his car outside. Probably he was transformed last night, panicked and left her flat. Who knows where he was wandering around right now.
"It's on the news right now..." Clarice started, but Leanna interrupted her. "Clarice, listen to me. I need some clothes. Do you still have your maternity clothes?" - "Yes, of course..." - "Can you please bring some of them by as soon as possible?"
Clarice hesitated, what if Leanna was contagious? Nothing like that has been mentioned on the news yet, but one could never know. Leanna guessed her thoughts and added: "You don't have to come in, just put them on the stairs. I haven't been outside yet and I'm certainly won’t until I can cover myself." - "OK. But I'm not gonna make it today. I went over the weekend to my parents' and I won't be home until tomorrow morning. Can you wait that long?"
Leanna silently cursed, but she had no choice. "Yes, of course." - "OK. See you tomorrow, then."
She hung up, surprised from the turn of events. What the fuck happened to Dan? Has he been turned into a monster and were now stumbling through the streets? She turned on the TV and searched for a news channel. In fact, the dominant theme on nearly all channels was the attack at the show.
The police suspected a sect worshipping Karma behind the attack, but nobody sent a letter of confession yet. Probably they contaminated the buffet with a D-Cum potion, which transformed every single visitor. The D-Cum Emergency Centres of the local hospitals were completely overloaded, which wasn’t surprising as more than hundred people were in the audience. It must have been the worst attack since almost ten years!
She turned up the volume and tried to get up to get a drink, which wasn’t easy in her current state. After several attempts to rise from the couch, she finally succeeded and waddled to the kitchen. In her previous anger she hadn't noticed that her labia rubbed pleasurably against her legs while she was walking. It was increasingly irritating her. She returned with the rest of the wine and sat on the couch.
More than 50 victims were already found. Most of them weren’t able to speak anymore and many were completely driven by lust. "So far, no pattern in the transformations could be identified..."
“I was really lucky. In comparison my own changes aren’t really so bad.” she thought. In fact, she didn’t find her changed body so repulsive anymore, but rather sexy. Only her stomach bothered her. And the breasts were a little too big, a few cup sizes less wouldn't hurt, but maybe she even kept the second pair. "Fuck, i really should be worried about Dan’s transformation, but at the moment i’m just turned on by my own one."
"... So far, none of the victims is infectious or produces transformative body fluids. That's probably the only positive news we're getting today..."
She listened to a reporter who apparently had just finished an interview with a doctor in a hospital emergency room.
"... an exclusive conversation with one of the victims. She's one of the easier cases. Please understand that we cannot show the heavier transformations on TV at this time of day.” Another person came into the view of the camera. “Melissa, how are you feeling?"
The TV-Screen showed a small woman whose head was completely wrapped up by a towel. Her upper body was naked except for a bra. Instead of arms, a few tentacles of more than two meters in length grew out of their shoulders, each with their ends pixelated. A face peeked out from under her big breasts.
"It's terrible. When I woke up this morning and found out what happened, I freaked out. I don't know what to do next, I can't do my job like this anymore," she said.
"My husband had to bring me here, I can't drive anymore. And then I had to wait for hours, I was always put off. I wouldn't have any priority!"
"... Did you notice something during the night?" - "No, I was asleep. I woke up by my husband's screams. He was totally panicked by my sight." - "Were you alone at the show or did you have acquaintances with you? …”
Leanna was fascinated by Melissa. She wondered what could be covered by the towel. It must be something overly sexual. It was the same as the tentacle ends, she knew that there had to be an glans or sometime similar there, otherwise it wouldn’t be pixelated. A lewd thought entered her mind: how would it feel if she were fucked by all four tentacles at the same time?
Involuntarily, her arms wandered between her legs. It was not easy to reach her vagina because the big belly was in the way, but her effort was soon rewarded. She has not been able to look at her genitals properly so far, but the changes were not really surprising. Her clitoris was huge, at least as big as her thumb. She stimulated it almost like a penis: she held it between her thumb and index finger and began to massage it gently.
Apparently, Leanna was wrong about not being affected by any lust-increasing effects. Although the most dramatic experience of her life happened last night, she could hardly think of anything else but satisfying herself. With her other hand, she searched for the vaginal entrance, moaning softly. Without any problems she was able to push her entire fist inside. "Ahh. Oh man, I'm gonna fuck up the whole couch!"