Try to stop the infection somehow

Before you can lay another needy claw to your pulsating vag, something occurs to you.

Sophie: "Wait a minute... If I let this contagion spread, soon all the world will be sexxed up beyond belief. And I'll once again be average and unassuming! I can't let that happen. I shan't! There must be a way to stop this somehow..."

As much as you want to, you can't prevent the fragrant scent of your lovejuices from trying to drive you over the edge again.

Sophie: "No! No, I won't get ensnared like this, nope nope. I'm taking a shower and heading to town to join the uninfected side as a spy or a specialist or something."

You undress the little tatters of clothing still clinging onto your voloptuous curves and head for the shower stall. Bathing feels completely different with fur, not to mention the four cup sizes added to your breasts. You have to focus intently to not let your wild side get to you.

Sophie: "Hngh! Oh fuuuuck... I'm still leaking, aren't I? And my nipples are... p-pure diamonds, holy shit..."

An assesment worth more than its merits. After giving in to your urges and pressing your ginormous tits against the walls of the glass stall, you inadvertantly slice two holes into it with nothing other than your teats. Soapy water runs down the crevices of your magnificent torso, slathering you with a downpour of sensuality.

Sophie: "Ohhh... gawd... I have to get out of here!"

You abandon all hope of getting an actual shower and run outside stark naked. Here, the sight of the hordes of ultra sexy catmen and -women are too much to bear. Seems like five minutes of edging is well enough for your rockin' new body. Your consciousness succumbs in the face of prickly cat prong and luscious washboard stomachs.

You dive in to the orgy, indulging yourself in a growing pile of furry phenotypes packed with muscle and meat. You no longer have a sexuality - your sexuality now has you.

ENDING 28 -Curvaceous Catp(h)ile-