Alexis, a recent high school graduate

Sunlight was streaming through the open blinds when Alexis woke up. She groaned, rolled over, and managed to glance at her clock. It read 11:45.

"Goddamn," she muttered to herself. After slowly rising to a sitting position, she rolled her neck and sighed. Somehow, she had been feeling more and more tired recently. She remembered reading that sleeping in longer than usual could cause light hangover symptoms and increased fatigue. As she powered through the headache and stood, she hoped that was all she was experiencing. She had slept for twelve hours for four days straight, after all.

Alexis stumbled to her dresser. Without thinking too much about it, she grabbed a simple t-shirt that she wore on lazy days. Next, she grabbed one of her comfy bras, a set of simple panties, and her loose-fitting gym shorts.

After putting on her panties and shorts, she tried to put her bra on. For the last few days, she had found her breasts hurt a little in them, but she was just hoping that her period had come early or something. Maybe that could explain the fatigue and headache as well.

She slid the straps over he shoulders, then cupped the material to her boobs, wincing slightly. However, it wasn't pain that she was feeling. It was pleasure. She scrunched up her face, confused and aroused, but then shook her head and pulled the bra around her back. The material went taught before she could snap it together.

Her brow knit together. Were her tits bigger? She didn't think that they could grow enough to make her already large bra unable to close. Even if she was a bit bloated. Looking down, they did seem different though. Bigger, yet somehow more firm.

She pulled on the bra, trying again to get it close. A hiss of pleasure and pain escaped her as the largest bra she owned dug into her tits. She felt them squish against her, and couldn't refrain from pulling the straps behind her back slowly, alternating each hand. The bra shifted one way, then the other, always digging into her sensitive flesh.

She felt the material drag against her areolas, slide across the side of her boobs. This feeling was something new. Something foreign. Her hips bucked and she moaned, then felt something she had experienced only a few times before. An orgasm.

It rippled through her body, and she dropped the bra straps. She thrust her hips gently into a cupped hand, eyes closed. She bit her lip and grabbed one of her tits with her other hand, squeezing for all she was worth. The sensation was overwhelming, and her orgasm dragged on and on. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she moaned louder, not caring if her mother or anyone else heard her.

Something tickled her arched foot. Something that she felt she could move. Her addled brain, strung out on pleasure, did just that. Suddenly, she felt something wrap around her torso in a tight embrace, then rub on one of her erect and aching nipples. The weirdest part about it, though, was that she could feel whatever it was that was holding her. Like it was a part of her. A very, very sensitive part of her.

She looked down, still frantically humping her hand, and her eyes widened. She opened her mouth and felt her throat burn as she let out a **** scream. Beneath her, she saw a purple tendril wrapped around her body. At the end of it, there was a spade of sorts that rubbed her nipple.

She felt her orgasm reach new heights even as her body tensed in fear. The tendril tensed, squeezing her aching body even harder. Unsure of what was happening, she lost herself to moans and pleasure. She humped her hand, slipping a finger under her panties and into her convulsing snatch.

Why this was happening, she didn't know, and it was getting and harder to care.

Finally, she felt herself coming down from her high. She was breathing hard, and the pleasure still radiated through her tired body. Her headache crashed back in full **** and she groaned, then fell back on her bed. Something just above her ass, near the small of her back, seemed to press against her uncomfortably. Like she had squished it in a way that she shouldn't have.

Her eyes widened, and she sprung up in her bed. She heard a **** knocking on her locked door, and her mother's voice called out, "Honey, honey! Are you okay in there?"

Alexis called out, "Just a minute, mom!"

Alexis didn't know how long that knocking had been going on. Everything was a blur. Had her mom heard her?

She stood, looking down at herself. The dark purple tendril curled gently near her feet. She panicked, tensing, but as she did she noticed the tendril itself stiffen up. And she felt it, like she felt it in her arms and legs, but... different.

She followed the tendril with her eyes, noticing it going up her legs. She twisted, looking down her back as much as she could. Her butt jiggled softly as she shoved it out, and her eyes widened. The tendril snaked under her shirt. She lifted it, hands shaking slightly, and saw that it attached to the small of her back.

So that's what the weird feeling was.

She wanted to hyperventilate. To scream and run and cry. To orgasm, again and again and again. That last one she was leery about, given that she had only cum a handful of times in her life. Her body still ached with a deep-rooted fatigue even as it glowed with post-orgasmic bliss. Her headache was there, yet distant. Her mind felt addled.

Eventually, she noticed the the knocking had begun again in earnest. She heard her mom say, "Honey, I need you to tell me what's going on in there! Are you hurt?"

Huh, well, maybe she didn't hear what was going on, or didn't want to know. Then again, there were a few screams.

Alexis stood on shaky legs, taking a deep breath. Whatever was happening, it didn't seem like it would be a great idea to surprise her mom with it. Especially given the way that she was feeling. She walked to the door, then managed to say, "Um, I'm doing okay mom. Sorry if I was being a little loud."

Her mom sighed, then said, "It's okay honey, I was just worried about you. I'm sorry that I'm being a bit nosy."

"It's fine, I totally understand."

Another deep breath comes through the door. Her mom says, "Can you let me in? I think we should at least talk about... all of this. Don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything."

"Thanks mom. Um..." Alexis looked down at her herself. Her shorts were soaked through with her own erotic juices, which she also saw were dripping down her legs and tail. Also, she had a tail. A fucking tail. She bit her lip, thinking about what to do.