Robert, Her Boyfriend

It didn't occur to Kim until she got to her apartment door that her purse was still with her original clothes, the ones she'd torn off in a frenzy, at the house where the "slumber party" had been. That all seemed like it belonged to her old life now, something totally separate from her new life as a real-life batgirl in service of the Goddess.

The only problem is that her keys were in the purse.

But something told her she could extend a claw into the locker and feel around as the tumblers slide into place...

Click.

That'll come in handy, she thought as she entered the small apartment that she shared with her boyfriend Robert. He worked an overnight shift as a hotel desk clerk, and would usually be waking up right about now -- thus, the excellent timing.

In fact, with her improved hearing, she could tell Robert was stirring. It usually took him a few stretches before he got out of bed.

She stepped into the bedroom doorway, knowing that he'd at most see her silhouette, and a blurry one at that given his nearsightedness. She, on the other hand, could now see in the dimmest of light, although only in shades of gray.

"Oh, hey, hon," said Robert. "How was your little slumber party?" He pulled himself up on one elbow and started to reach for the bedside lamp.

"Keep the light off," Kim commanded, hoping she sounded as sexy as she felt. "The party was excellent. Verrrrry --" She stopped, as she'd felt the "R" roll down into her chest and come out as a purr.

"What was that?" asked Robert with a bit of a chuckle, and then he gulped and asked, "Is that a new perfume or something? I, uh..."

It was her pheromones, she knew, and she could see the tent being formed in the sheets. His nose wasn't the only organ detecting them.

She leaped onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and tore the top sheet off him.

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed. "That party must have really gotten you hot!"

"You have no idea," she said, as she stripped him of his boxer shorts.

"Wow, okay," he said, as he started to sit up.

She pushed him back down with a palm to the chest. "Unh-unh. I'm the one who gets to enjoy the ride."

Her schoolgirl outfit didn't include underwear, so she just had to lower herself on top of his throbbing erection.

"Holy fuck, you're wet!" Robert observed.

"So do me already," she ordered.

Robert quickly got into the spirit, thrusting his hips as she bucked. It felt almost as good as with the tiger-man -- and she knew once Robert changed, it would feel better, it would feel better forever. She was letting out a guttural sound with each thrust, sounding more and more like a growl, but Robert didn't seem to really notice, or even mind.

Kim could see that with each thrust of his hips, he was lifting his upper body further off the bed, thanks to his strength increasing -- a six-pack of abs becoming visible. And finally, a thrust took him nearly vertical, where his arms flailed into her hair and he pressed against her chest.

"What-the-fuck-your-hair-your-tits," he grunted. And then Kim came with something akin to the roar of a lion, just as hot fluid came rushing up inside her, Robert making an animal noise himself.

"What the fuck was that?" Robert asked as Kim lifted herself off him, dripping cum on the bed and then floor as she stood up. Robert now reached and fumbled to turn on the light with an increasingly muscled arm. The full spectrum of colors returned to Kim's sight as the room was illuminated, and she could see Robert's eyes grow wide, looking at her altered self in the skimpy schoolgirl outfit.