Walking down the street lined with businesses, you notice no one is around. It’s like the town up and left without notice. Though after being the center of a cat mutant orgy and having the tail to prove it, you conclude either most are transformed into cat creatures or fled into the surrounding countryside; with unknown results.
Stepping into a pharmacy, you run to the aisle for muscle pain relief. With your body turning slowly, the meds can help at least take off the achy feeling.
“Whore!” you hear a male voice as he pounces on you. Knocked painfully to the ground, dizzy from hitting your head, you peer up at a horny cat man, his cock thrusting at your blue jeans, unable to insert his throbbing cock.
“Roger! No stop!” you hear as a cat girl soars over top, tackling him off you. Grabbing at your shirt, you watch as his claws are pulled away, ripping the front of your t-shirt down the middle, exposing your breasts.
You sit up in time to see her position her pregnant body overtop before impaling herself on his cock.
“Get off! She isn’t pregnant! Must! Fuuuuuck!” the cat man moans as the catgirl’s bouncing causes him to cum up her snatch.
“Please, r-run…” she weakly says as she takes each load. While she has all the features and needy swollen parts you’ve seen from your orgy experience earlier, she’s still wearing her human top; a tight white t-shirt that you can see all 8 of her swollen hard nipples through.
“You, fucking… bitch… she was…. Mine,” the cat man swears as the catgirl rides him to a post sex slumber.
Once safe, she gets up; her sex leaking his seed. Still struggling from the hit to the head, she walks to you and helps you up; struggling from the pregnant globe she calls a belly.
“Thank you,” you murmur as she helps you to your feet.
“No problem. Sorry about him. This outbreak… a lots changed,” The catgirl says with sad ears.
“Your boyfriend?”
“No…”
“Friend?”
“Brother…” she says as she rubs her belly. “I was infected first. He took care of me in the back, giving me meds to hold it off. But then being around me infected him. While it was slow for me, it took him fast. I went into heat… and he’s never been the same since.”
“You seem normal, compared to the other catgirl’s I’ve… met” you say as she sees your cat tail.
“For now. It’s… slowly turning me. I have fantasies. Urges. That are wrong. It’s only a matter of time before I’m like everyone else,” she says defeated.
“When did this start?”
“About 2 weeks ago. Bunch of weird shit started happening at the old ranch house. Then cat people showed up, infecting everyone. They were driven out of town, but over time everyone in town turned into new cat people.”
“Okay, s-so if I want to f-figure out what’s… what’s going… ooooh” you moan as your exposed breasts swell in size, your nipples growing hard. But meanwhile underneath, 2 new nipples appear, followed by another, then another. You now have 6 nipples under your original 2 breasts.
“Yeah, growing breasts is really erotic. Mine drove me too---oops, yeap,” the catgirl says as she watches the crotch of your jeans turn dark after a gushing orgasm.
“Fuck. It feels soo, mmmm,” you moan rolling back your eyes and biting your lower lips. As your vagina continues to paint your jeans with fem-cum, your original breasts swell from B’s into DD’s while the rack below swells into C’s, the 3rd rack into A’s, and the lowest rack develops the slightest bumps.
“Wow, that was a good one. Looks like you pissed yourself after drinkin’ several pitchers,” she says staring at your mess.
“Y-yeah… It feels like it too. Gross,” you say realizing you’ll have to walk around like this.
“You want my jeans? I can’t fit in them anymore. I even cut out a tail hole. Though, I have splattered them up several times. But they’re dry by now!” She says offering her soiled pants.
“I’m ok, but thank you,” You decline.
“Well. I’m gonna drag him back into the back. He’ll probably want me to… make up for letting you go,” she says knowing the only punishment she’d receive.
“You said the old ranch house right?” You asked.
“Yep, just that way.”
“Come with me. Maybe we can figure this out. Besides, you can’t help him. But maybe there’s a solution in the ranch house,” you offer.
“I don’t know…” she says as she peers down to see his cock growing hard again. “Okay, I’ll come. If we find anything to help him, we’ll come back for him right?” She asked.
“Of course. What’s your name?”
“Pamela. Just call me Pam though.”
Pam joins you. This could help or hurt your progress.