Amanda Steps Out of Her Shower

It was a nice peaceful relaxing shower.

Or so Amanda had thought while rinsing herself off, when she could swear she heard a scream.

Shutting off the water, the only sound present was the uninterrupted flow of one of the other shower stalls.

Wrapping the towel around her athletic physique she wandered over and peaked past the curtain to see no one in the stall. She pulled back the curtain fully muttering to herself about people leaving showers on, and reached through the welcomingly warm water and shut off the flow.

For a moment Amanda could swear she saw glowing eyes on the strangely ornate and unfamiliar shower head, but on closer inspection it looked like maybe light had reflected off the faux jewel eyes.

Amanda looked down at her feet and made note that maintenance needed to be informed the drain was plugged as she stepped back out, swapping her now wet towel for a dry one left waiting for whoever was supposed to emerge from the stall.

Judy frowned slightly when Amanda came out of the showers. She had wanted to see what creation the idol might have twisted into being in the shower. All the same, Judy was somewhat excited by the prospect of taking Amanda all by herself.

Amanda pushed aside how horny she was suddenly feeling in her head, Judy's pheromones wafted about the room slowly overcoming Amanda.

The towel felt unusually warm and welcoming, so much so Amanda hadn't noticed that it didn't just hang wrapped around her, it was clinging to her. The towel was saturating her body with demonic energies, infusing her breasts, ass, and even the camel toe it had formed clenching against her.

Amanda sat down and examined her feet and arm. Where she had been exposed to the waters in the flooded shower stall tingled with pleasure, Amanda however couldn't think of where it came from. She was just checking for a rash or something unusual that could cause the sensation.

Amanda seated herself on the bench, not really noticing Judy scrounging through a locker trying to appear to be doing something. You know, OTHER than stalking prey here. Judy made a mental checklist of how many other female officers were due through here. Eager to conclude it the right time to strike. As she noticed Amanda hopping off the bench and looking down at it.

Amanda's fair skin betrayed the blushing across her chest as a hand scratched through her short red hair.

"Is... uhh something wrong?" Judy asked, glancing at how the towel was clinging tightly to Amanda's body, hugging tight as it's corrupting energies continued to increase Amanda's sensitivity and lay the ground work for her to change.

"No, it's nothing. The long shifts must just be getting to me." Amanda muttered going over to her locker and opening it.

Judy simply smiled and with an "Ok then" returned to rummaging through her locker.

She heard the door go and noted as another uniform came in off duty, chatting to someone else who went to one of the uncorrupted lockers and idly began changing.

Amanda couldn't remember her uniform ever feeling so... Good? She swore after doing up her belt the pants shrunk and clung to her, almost like a shrink wrap. Her uniform blouse seemed to allude to more curves than she could ever remember a practically unisex outfit ever doing.

With preliminary glances in a mirror to ensure she was dressed to reg she left the room. She paused for a moment outside the door as she could swear she felt something almost like a tongue stroke across her slit during that last stride.

Normally that would illicit more investigating but for some reason Amanda just smiled, pleased with the sudden surprise sensation and eager for more, as she proceeded to her post at the holding cells.

Amanda relieved the previous female officer for the stations holding cells. It was the least glamorous job in the station, but one of the most important.

Her desk was stationed by a niche in a corridor of ten cells. Female suspects, or detainees were signed in there, she would then walk them to a cell.

Depending on the situation they would be thrown in either the first two larger cells, short term holding areas, upwards of ten allowed in each of those cells.

Or they would get one of the 8 "private rooms". Those cells were for violent offenders, suspected suicide risks, or longer term visitors awaiting a transfer to one of the actual city jails.

Each cell had a camera trained on It, but for privacy reasons they were mostly motion triggered by any activity outside the cell. The exceptions to this though were obviously when a camera was flipped from motion detection to suicide watch, or the two larger cells where more often then not the more than one occupant required observation so Amanda would have her ass covered if she had to break things up.

Sitting at the desk she reviewed the inmate log and cell camera settings.

There were a couple of the usual solicitations sitting in cell one, a drunkard and a couple misdemeanors sitting in cell two, and oddly in cell three some gangbanger who insisted on being picked up.

According to the notes she ran up to a cop car pleading for help claiming the crackhouse her posse hung in had been over run by demons, when officers offered to investigate she became irate and violent.

Amanda looked at the camera flipped to suicide watch as the punk paced back and forth in her cell.

Amanda could swear she felt that pleasurable licking sensation on her pussy again. As she watched the obviously punk styled girl, she admired how the torn shirt hung off the girl, how her shorts clung to her lithe ass so nicely, and how even after having to be roughly handled her hair still bore an elaborate style that appeared intact.

Amanda wondered what she looked like naked, envying the officers who strip searched her and removed her bra for her own safety.

Amanda glanced up from her desk and into the first cell. It was the only cell the desk had line of sight on. It was the holding cell used mostly for hookers and the like. Often they werent strip searched too thoroughly so the line of sight enabled any **** use or weapons in the cell to be responded to promptly. She looked over the three hookers who had been picked up the night before, one was haggard and tired looking, likely had been desperately searching for any kind of John when she was scooped up. She wore a fishnet top over an impressively looking bra containing her solid looking D cups.

The second wore a red plaid miniskirt that barely covered her ass. The rest of her was covered by an elaborate swimsuit that hooked around her neck and stretched down both side of her neck to where they rejoined below her belly button.

Amanda thought a moment about how easily that girls b cups could be displayed, just a little push of the two stretches and her breasts would be freed to play with.

The third girl sported a white leather miniskirt that matched the glossy white bikini top that stretched across her breasts, giving an illusion of cleavage but obscuring just how much.

Glancing at the camera for the second cell Amanda could see a passed out club goer, her tight mini dress showing the hump of her ass, flare of her hips, and the b cups that it cut off above before becoming strapless.

A second girl, picked up on suspicion of **** leaned in one corner, the contours of her ass fully embraced by her pants, her thong making a whale tail above the pants where it hooked her hips, her c cup breasts were barely contained by an often adjusted tube top.

Amanda gasped, the licking sensation having consistently prodded at her as she looked over the three cameras, or even better, gazed straight into the cell in front of her.

Amanda thought about how odd it had been since her shower this morning. First feeling strangely hornier than normal, then the tingling sensation in her feet and arm. When she thought about how odd it was that it only seemed to grow in pleasure. She half thought it had even spread.

Strange seemingly foreign thoughts regarding the inmates permeated into her mind. She couldn't think of ever considering some of the women in these cells in such a sexual manner yet, here she was... Barely resisting the urge to stroke at herself through her pants, thinking about the pace they seemed to almost lap at her, too distracted with kinky thoughts to wonder when her plain uniform pants had changed into something more akin to yoga pants.

She pretended to be composed and paying attention to her screens, one hand between her legs syncing strokes with the pleasurable lapping sensation.

Each stroke corresponding with a gaze at a particular inmates. The older hooker, the whore in the leather, the obviously naughty school girl who never graduated.

The slut in the tube top, the drunk in the dress.

And then the gang banger. How she wouldn't escape her place between someone's legs again!

Amanda barely suppressed a scream as a climax ravaged her body. She flopped forward hungrily thinking about if anyone was wise to her actions.

Or if someone was receptive to cooperating with her investigating the sensations in her pants. She gazed down to notice the pant legs now cut off just below her knees.

Shouldn't that alarm her? Amanda thought for the briefest of moments, slowly becoming more aggressive, more assertive in pleasing herself as she gazed about her inmates.

She threw her head up to the ceiling gasping uncontrollably as another climax wracked her, her free hand groping her breast through her shirt.

And then she felt the wetness.

Bringing up the hand she had been masturbating with she licked her juices from her fingers.

Her pants were now a sexy tight little short skirt, one that could rival the whore's. But her uniform wasn't all that had changed, her panties had ceased to exist, consumed by her corrupted uniform. Just as her bra had.

She noticed the tingling sensation that was spreading through her arm had now begun spreading through her clit, doubling the pleasure that had been running through it with each touch of the now absent cloth.

The arm itself ended in a beautifully manicured hand, as she admired it's beauty she began fingering herself with her other hand.

As the pleasurable tingling waves advance up her legs met with the one spreading from her pussy she leaned back oblivious, no... Uncaring if she got caught.

She gazed at the cell in front of her licking her lips, then glanced at the camera. She had options to consider...