In an entirely unexpected turn of events, it is not.

As Lola speedwalked out of the park towards her car, she rubbed her cheek to get it as clean as she could, but it still seemed to tingle and itch. Slipping into her Prius, she grabbed one of the baby carrots she usually enjoyed as an after-run snack, the ritual helping to soothe Lola's slightly frazzled nerves as she put the car into drive and steered it out of the parking lot. As Lola cursed the fact that she actually had to drive from her apartment to the park instead of being able to run, she shimmied in her car seat a little - a spot right under the small of her back itched a little, hopefully because of the drying sweat. Definitely just sweat.

The drive to Lola's apartment was largely uneventful, if one didn't count the intensifying itch just above her butt. Scratching it didn't help at all, and Lola winced as she tried to bear it. Luckily, her concentration didn't suffer enough to impact her driving, and she soon pulled into her parking spot in front of the book store directly under her place of residence. The target - her shower - practically in sight, Lola locked her car, hurried through the entrance and up to her apartment. She needed the shower so badly, to feel clean again.

Throwing her sportswear aside unceremoniously, Lola stepped into her tiny bath and into the shower, cleaning herself thoroughly, soaping up and lathering herself three times. Still, even though Lola's skin was spotless and smelling fresh now, there was a subdued heat growing within her. Even though the air inside the room was humid and warm, she felt the nipples on her small breasts pucker and engorge, a low sigh washing over her lips. Shaking her head, Lola slapped her cheeks again with both hands, keeping them against her face shortly. What was wrong with her? Sure, showering after a workout felt great, but not like this!

Still, Lola found herself slowly growing damp between her toned legs as she dried her hair in front of the mirror, biting her lower lip lightly - and stopped short. Moving closer to the mirror, Lola pulled back her upper lip, brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to see her frontal incisors properly. Didn't they seem... bigger somehow? A hint of worry crept into the mounting arousal, Lola's nose nervously twitching once. What was going on? Was she losing her mind, or hat the sticky stuff been laced with ****? Which would also explain why the 'sender' had been sitting in the bushes, but--

"Mgh!" Biting back a moan, Lola was shaken by a full-body twitch as her left flew to her sodden cleft. "Wha--?!"

Lola suddenly felt hornier than she ever had in her life. Middle and ring finger digging into her snatch found it squelching with feminine juices, the twitching walls sucking the digits inside greedily as Lola's knees buckled. Sinking down to kneel on the floor, Lola rested her forehead on her right arm, which in turn rested on the edge of the sink, gasping and sighing while her hips rolled with the movements of Lola's left hand. And yet, as great as this felt, she craved more, needed more! Letting herself slide sideways, Lola rolled onto the bathroom rug and brought her right hand down to her gushing pussy, teasing and rubbing her clit. Waves of pleasure washed through Lola, even her ears tingling and twitching as she bucked her hips against her hands.

"Hn-ahnh..." With a needy whine, Lola arched her back, feeling her breasts jiggle with the motion. "Hnnfh...?"

Her breasts never jiggled like this. Staring down at her chest in confused lust, an incredulous moan rising from her at the sight of the veritable mounds on her chest. Already they were twice as big as before - still not huge by any means, considering their starting size, but Lola finally had some tits, perky, round and soft. And growing. Bringing her right up to the swelling masses, rubbing her sensitive little button now with the palm of her left, she palmed and squeezed the boobs she finally possessed. Lola's tingling ears brushed against the rug, the sensation sending lustful shocks through her and making her eyes roll up in her head.

"Wha' the fu--uhm!" Lola's ears felt different. Mainly sensitive, of course, but also furry, twitchy... and reaching as high as the top of her head. "Wha's goin' oohhnnn~?"

Not that any of this made Lola stop. The lust racing through her body was far too strong, much too demanding. So demanding, in fact, that she seemed to be unable to satisfy it on her own. No matter how many fingers she pushed into herself, Lola still felt unbearably emtpy, unfulfilled! Her movements grew more intense, stronger, muscles bunching up on her arms, her kicking legs, her writhing body. Lola's lithe physique began to fill out in a different way than her chest - her trim and tight tummy was rapidly turning into an impressive sixpack while the muscles on her arms and legs grew rather more defined.

But no matter how much stronger Lola became, she wasn't getting any closer to her elusive climax. Growling in frustration, Lola mauled her left breast, pulling the stiff nipple on the still expanding mass of titflesh, already bigger than her head. Still, mind-bending pleasure or not, it was like there was an insurmountable wall before her - she needed...

"Cock. I--fuck! I need someone to fuck me!" Lola's right shot up and slammed onto the edge of the sink. Left still going to town, she pulled herself up, briefly noting the fitness model with pornstar tits reflected in the mirror, long, white ears flicking through the air over her head, and a small white tuft a the small of her back. "Roger."

Roger lived across the hallway from her and was obviously interested. And so was Lola - the two had flirted heavily over the last two weeks, even went on a date once so far, but Lola wanted to take it slow. Had wanted to take it slow. But not anymore. She needed someone inside her, to breed her - where had that word come from, exactly? And fast! Thumping through her apartment, Lola ripped open her door and was over at Roger's with two strides and knocked forcefully, liquid lust dripping down her naked thighs. She knew he was home - his car was standing down on the street, and she could hear the TV running. No one opened. Lola knocked again. Nothing.

Lola took a half-step back, wound up and kicked the door clear of its hinges, making it slam down into Roger's hallway, nearly hitting his toes. He had been coming to open the door, but obviously had needed more than the 6 seconds Lola had been willing to give him. His eyes almost fell out of his head as he stared at Lola's naked, muscular form, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Lola noticed that she seemed to have grown a few inches, as well, towering over Roger by about a head.

"Lo... Lola?!"

"Hi, Roger." A wild, lustful grin spread on Lola's face. "Sorry about your door."