Quick Thinking and a Chat

Panic gripped Alexis. She felt her body go into an overloaded state of pleasure and fatigue and pain, and thought about what to do. The scent of her sex permeated the room, stronger than she had ever thought it could be.

She bit her lip, then said, "I'm going to unlock the door. Can you wait until I say I'm ready to come in?"

Her mom paused, but said, "Of course, dear."

"Thanks!"

Alexis looked around the room, frantic. She spotted some air freshener that didn't make much noise and lunged for it, then sprayed it around while intentionally stomping over to her dresser. Tossing it to the side, she reached down to yank open her dresser door. As she pulled it open, her tail snaked around her wide hips and curled around the shorts wanted to pick up. She stopped, realizing that she was somehow already gaining some level of proficiency with using this new appendage.

Or did it have a mind of its own?

She shook that thought away and ripped her shorts and panties down her legs. She tossed them behind her dirty clothes hamper, praying that her mom wouldn't look there. Not that they had ever prayed for real in this household.

While she did that, she somewhat clumsily got her tail to bring a new pair of panties to her. It was harder to control it while doing something else, but it was starting to feel and more like a part of her. She rubbed the tip nervously, biting her lip at the sensation. It probably wasn't good to be so accepting of this.

She yanked her clothes on, then grabbed her t-shirt and threw it on, not bothering with a bra. Her chest did seem to be bigger, and she certainly didn't want a repeat of what had just occured. Still, the fabric felt nice, and she squirmed as it clung to her newly-generous bust.

Her nipples poked out of the fabric, farther than they ever had before. Alexis turned to her dresser and retrieved her largest hoodie. After she threw it on, she gave herself a once-over. It did seem to at least hide her lack of a bra and her aching nipples. Maybe her mom wouldn't notice that her tits were pushing farther out than usual.

Or maybe she would.

At that thought, Alexis bit her lip. She felt her pussy moisten even further, though it was hard to tell how much given how sensitive and wet it already was from her previous squirting orgasm.

Why would her mother be something that would make her feel this way?

She blanched, and sat on her bed. Just before she called to her mom, she looked down and saw her tail curled in her lap. Her eyes widened. She lifted the back of her shirt and focused, then watched as she moved her new appendage up and into her shirt. It felt odd, yet strangely pleasurable as it was pressed against her warm and sweaty back.

Finally, she smoothed out her clothes and took one last glance around. The smell of her sex still hung in the room, but the strong air freshener mixed well with it. Alexis just hoped her mom wouldn't notice the difference.

Steeling her nerves, Alexis finally called out, "Okay mom, you can come in."

"Thanks Alexis." The door opened, and her mom stepped in gingerly. The boys that Alexis had grown up with had always made jokes about wanting to sleep with her mom, and Alexis had laughed it off. Hell, even some of her lesbian friends had done the same, though they tended to be more careful about it.

As a bisexual, Alexis could at least understand the appeal. Still, her mom was just, well, her mom. Even if Alexis did find herself accidentally sneaking the occasional glance at her mom's voluptuous, gravity-defying bust, she never really thought about her that way. That would be wrong.

Now, though, something was different. Alexis couldn't tear her eyes away. Her pussy practically gushed, and she pulled a blanket over her lap just in case. She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with her.

Even so, her eyes followed her mom's hips. She had noticed before, sure, but now she felt a familiar flush spreading through her body. They were just so perfect, framed by her smaller waist, large ass, and thick thighs. Her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination either, as she was wearing her normal pajamas.

Alexis hadn't noticed before, but it was kind of odd that her mom's pajamas were so sexy. They were really just a pair of soft shorts that didn't even reach the end of her creamy, juicy ass, and a v-neck top that fell across her ample bosom in a wave. It ended just above her belly button, leaving her thin stomach covered in a small layer of soft fat exposed to the world.

It took everything in Alexis's power to stop herself from touching herself or rubbing her thighs together. Something was off with all of this. Her eyes raised to meet her mothers' piercing red gaze. She had never seen her without her novelty contacts before.

Her mother's face scrunched up, and she sniffed the air. Her eyes seemed to dilate, and she fixed Alexis with an inscrutable stare. Did she know, somehow? Or care?

Finally, Alexis's mom sighed and sat down next to her on the bed. Alexis glanced out of the corner of her eye as her mom's tits bounced, nearly in full view.

Her mom said, "Honey, are you feeling okay?"

That wasn't quite what Alexis expected. An admonishment, maybe yelling for ogling, or a talk about sex all would've been a bit more normal. In Alexis's mind, at least. She wondered if the conversation would move in those directions.

She met her mother's worried look and said, "Um, I'm fine mom. Really. I think that graduating and the stress of moving have been getting to me or something, because I've been a bit more tired recently."

"You know you can tell me anything, right sweety?"

Yeah, growing tails and spontaneous tit growth might be a bit out of the realm of anything.

"Yeah mom, I know."

Alexis felt her mom’s hand reach across her back to rub her shoulder. Normally, she would lean into this gesture, but at first she stiffened. As quickly as she could, she shifted her tail and coiled it lower on her back. She then relaxed into her mother’s embrace, letting the calm that came from her patented hugs wash away some of the stress of the morning.

Was she a monster? Was she going to die, or be changed into something awful? She didn’t even want to know.

She felt the weight of it all crash around her shoulders, and she pushed her head into her mom’s shoulder and neck.

Her mom’s other hand reached out and gently stroked the base of Alexis’s scalp. She hugged her tight, waiting for Alexis to say whatever she felt that she need to say.

Alexis wrapped her arms around her mom’s torso. Some part of her got turned on as she felt her hands sink into mother’s uncovered skin, but that feeling only made her feel worse. Suddenly, she felt herself start to cry gently, her body seemingly unable to handle her morning.

Her mother’s arms tightened around her, and she felt the hand on her head caress her more and more. Above her, her mother whispered, “It’s okay, Alexis. You’ll be okay.”

Her sobs slowly abated. Alexis felt her heaving chest pressed against her mother’s side, and briefly wondered how noticeable her erect nipples were. She managed to withdraw her head, ashamed and sniffling.

Her mother’s hand continued to gently stroke her upper back as she said, “I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way Alexis, but I’m here for you. No matter what. You can tell me if you want, but you certainly don’t have to.”

Alexis nearly sobbed again, feeling as if she didn’t deserve her own mother’s love. Finally, she weakly said, “T-thanks,” and hugged her mom tightly.

After a brief hug, her mother placed her hands on Alexis’s shoulders and gently pushed her back. She searched her eyes, then said, “So, you aren’t hurt or anything, right? I heard a scream. And some other things.”

At that, Alexis almost thought that she saw her mother give her a wry smile, but it was replaced by concern in an instant. Shrugging it off, Alexis said, “I‘m not hurt, I’m just... it’s weird.”

“Too weird for your mother?”

“M-maybe.”

“Okay.” Her mom gave her another side hug, and Alexis stared down at her mom’s creamy tits smushed together near her face. She sighed in bliss as she felt her mother’s fingers work their magic on the top of her head. Although still tired, she felt some of the stress exiting her body.

Suddenly, she felt her mother’s hand hit something odd on her head. It felt hard, somehow, despite being a little higher than her scalp should be. And Alexis felt it as if it was her own skin.

Her mother’s fingers stopped. She peered at her daughter’s head and gently parted her hair, then stared for a few seconds. Alexis could feel her mom’s body heating up, almost as if it was aroused, excited, and afraid, but she couldn’t figure out how she could recognize those emotions.

Alexis said, “U-um, is something wrong?”

“Hmm?” Her mother gulped then lifted Alexis’s head to talk to her. “No sweety... I was worried about you, but I think I know what’s going on now.”

“What? You, you do?”

Her mom sighed, then said, “I know this will come as a shock, but honey, I’m a Succubus. And by the looks of it, you are too.”