Chapter 2: Building Tension
Emily took two fingers and pushed them against her soaked pussy. She looked at her self in the bathroom mirror, god she looked like such a…. Such a bad bitch with the wettest of pussies!
She thought to herself. She loved that she was so turned on, she was practically leaking. She pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, tasting her own arousal. She loved it, it tasted like she imagined the smell of 'Wet Pussy' would, sweet and salty.
Fuck!!! Why was she in this bathroom when mark could be hammering her burning snatch!
She was so horny she could cum just thinking about it. Fuck, she needed it now. She was going to burst any second.
But her pussy began spasming. When she tried clamp her legs together she squirted so hard it was like she just pissed on the floor. She didn’t notice it but her ass was filling out!
It was beginning to have a plump roundness to it like the black women she worked with, her thighs too, heavier, firmer. She watched in the mirror as her body transformed and her nipples darkened and became larger too.
She reached out a hand to touch her new flesh and it felt firm but velvety soft. She ran her hands over her body and felt as if she were discovering it for the first time. Her fingers brushed against her pussy and she gasped. She was drenched, her juices making her hand slippery. She looked at her fingers and licked them clean again, groaning at the taste of her own arousal.
Emily was horrified, but the fear did nothing to dampen he burning need. “What the fuck is happening to me?” Emily gasped, her voice barely recognizable as she watched her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was darkening, her hair kinking and curling, her body shifting and transforming in ways that made her head spin.
The door burst open, and Desmond, the store owner looked at her like a delicacy. “You stealing product, he asked rhetorically. He knew exactly what was happening. Emily tried to cover her exaggerated body from the stranger.
Her hands trembled as she pulled the fabric of her dress down, but her efforts were pointless. Her curves were far more pronounced, her skin a deep, rich brown, and her hair now a mass of dark curls that cascaded down her back. She was no longer the petite blonde she had been just moments before.
Desmond stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator. "You're not stealing, are you?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Because if you are, I think we could find a much more...
Desmond's eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with desire. He reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast. Emily shuddered at his touch, her nipples hardening even more under his gaze. She was a stranger in her own body, but every nerve ending was on fire, craving more.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
Desmond's grin widened, “let me guess, bad bitch? That always turns them to sistahs” he chuckled appraising her.
“Don’t worry baby girl, I’mma take care of you, nice and proper”
Emily moved her body back toward the wall, as if trying to escape his gaze, but she was drawn to him, her pussy throbbing with desire. "I-I don't understand," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to me?"
Desmond stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "You're transforming, baby girl. One sniff of one of my fragrance can change you into what ever you picked. And I'm gonna help you do that."
His touch sent shivers down her spine, her body aching for more.
“Come to the back of the store and I can help you sort this out” he offered.
Emily nodded, her body trembling as she followed him through the plush velvet curtains into a dimly lit back room. The air was thick with the scent of exotic perfumes, each one more intoxicating than the last. Emily's heart pounded in her chest like a drum, her body aching with a desire she had never felt before.
Desmond turned to face her, his eyes scanning her body slowly, appreciatively. "You're so fucking sexy," he growled, his voice low and husky. Emily shivered, her nipples hardening under his gaze.