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Chapter 3 by Keeyoah Keeyoah

Where does Kendra go

Race to the Showers

Kendra raced as fast as her weakening legs could carry her, she had left her bag in the class, but she didn’t have time to care about that, all ready she could feel the scales sprouting from her skin along her legs. She could see them below her skirt, a deep lush purple, the same as they always were, they glittered when the light caught them.

She’d just made it to the gymnasium showers when her legs finally gave out, the bones no longer strong enough to hold her bipedally. Falling to the tile floor, she swore as her face hit the ground. She took a second to make sure her nose hadn’t broken-that would be just what she needed-then yelped as her legs started to stretch, her feet pushing against her tennis shoes. Grimacing, Kendra reached up and turned on the shower head, praying to whatever god existed that no one walked in.

Panting, Kendra leaned back against the wall as the water washed over her, drenching her clothes and making them stick to her skin. The bones in her legs twisted and fractured as her legs pushed together, fusing into one solid trunk, the scales spreading and growing in number.

Her chest heaved as her boobs started to swell under her bra, stretching the wire and making it dig into her shoulders. The water drenched her hair as it grew down her shoulders, usually a modest neck-length, it now grew out to cover her growing chest, purple highlights bleeding through the strands.

“Nngh!” Kendra clutched the wall and grimaced as her feet and toes stretched wide, tearing her shoes apart, her feet fused together and turned deep purple as her webbed toes became a wide fin, slapping the floor. At the top of her tail her thighs fused together, tearing her panties in half and hiding her pussy behind scales.

Kendra leaned her head against the wall and writhed her body as fins grew out above her elbows. Having enough of her growing chest she pulled off her shirt and snapped off the irritating bra, looking down at her useless fish body, the top of her tail concealed by her skirt, but the wide fin and base were broadly visible.

“Fuck.” Kendra groaned.

What happens next?

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