Bree didn't know who she could call for help. Who the hell would believe her? Who would stick around if they saw her "additions"? But she didn't want to go through this along. She has to tell someone eventually. Bree takes a few deep breaths before going to the phone.
She pauses, considering who to call. She finally decides on Lynn, one of the few friends she had left in the city. Bree only hoped they'd still be friends after what she was about to tell her.
"Bree?" Lynn picks up after the phone rings rings.
"Ya, it's me."
"I haven't heard from you in a while. What's up?"
"Uh, stuff. Listen, I know this is going to sound weird and sudden, but do you think you could come over?" Bree tried not to over think her saying "come" over. But her penis twinges at the word.
"Cum, what would that be like? Mmm... oh god stop it Bree!", Bree angrily thought. She turned her attention back to her conversation with Lynn. But the growing heat in her chest was getting hard to ignore (pun intended).
"Ya, sure. I'm just at home going through the mail. What's on your mind?"
"It's not something I can really explain. Not over the phone at least." Bree said.
"Okaaay? Give me like fifteen minutes, and I'll be over in two shakes of a lamb's tail!" Lynn said before hanging up. Bree shuddered at the world "tail" this time. Her hands instinctively went back to her tail bone. The small lump that was there reminding her that if she let things continue she'd end up with a spaded tail. Was it a bit longer than before? Bree's fingers continued to prod her growth as she idly walked through the kitchen and living room.
Bast laughed silently as Bree prepared for Lynn's arrival. Bree kept stopping every other step to adjust her pants, or the position of her cock and balls. Her pants were already tight on account of her growing body. The slight bulge in the front didn't help matters.
Bast was brimming with anticipation. Bree brought someone else into her little "game", and she didn't even have to put the idea in the girl's head. Unbeknownst to Bree, the lust Bast had sown into Bree was infectious. The second Lynn, or anyone else for that matter, walked through the front door, they would be Bast's to control.
The goddess kept her grin right up until when she heard a car pull up outside. Bree had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to make her changes less obvious. But no matter how much she tried to cover up, Bast made sure Bree's clothing showed off her new "assets".