Lucy took her time walking back to the house. The world was different. She could hear everything, smell everything, and feel everything. The air on her skin, a distant coyote rummaging in the winter brush, even the low murmur of other humans talking. More than that, she could sense those humans, her neighbors. She made a note to visit Kayla and Mike, another young couple, a few years older than Lucy and David.
But for now, she had her eyes set on her husband. She sensed him moving inside the house. His legs less willing than his half drunk mind to carry him where he wanted to go. He walked into the bedroom and pulled down the sheets, throwing Lucy's carefully crafted romantic scene to the ground. Not that she needed it any more. Romance was a thing of the past, a cute relic that might bring a chuckle to her in the days to come. For now, she had only one need.
She stood in the hallway, pondering how she had ever tolerated such a small, pathetic home.
No, I'll build a castle, a palace to hold my beauty.
Her eye wandered to the mirror nearby. Even with the changes in her senses and thoughts, her body remained the plain husk of Lucy Cole.
This isn't what I should be,
she thought.
This is not what I am.
Her body started to vibrate, a subtle pulsation in the air around her. Warmth spread out from her core, radiating through every inch of her body, causing small involuntary gasps of pleasure to pass her lips. Her hands started to roam, chasing the warmth as it flowed through her and finding changes as they happened. The small gut evaporated, dissolving into her body as though it had never existed, leaving a flat, taut tummy. Moving her hands up, she found something that brought a fresh grin to her face. Her tits had swollen, and not by a small amount. The little tits she'd frowned at her entire adult life swelled. The skin stretched and the nipples puffed. Lucy grunted as she felt a new sensation within her growing globes, something heavy and wanting to be released. Carefully, she brought her fingers up and squeezed her right nipple. A small dollop of pink cream oozed out. Delighted, she scooped it onto her finger and brought it to her lips, relishing its milky flavor.
Looking back at the mirror, she had to duck slightly to see herself. She'd grown without noticing. It wouldn't be fair to call herself petite anymore as she had grown to a stunning six feet, half of which was made up of the most glorious pair of tits she'd ever seen. She took each in a hand and hefted them, feeling their weight and admiring their grapefruit size, but other things drew her attention. She peeled away the broken remnants of the small negligee as her hands explored further down her body. Her hips had widened, the bones underneath as well as the ample flesh on the outside, giving her a near ludicrous hourglass curve. Turning to the side, she gave herself a playful smack on the ass, watching it wobble from the impact. Flat-ass Lucy was gone. The thick rump rippled with supple flesh as she wiggled back and forth.
I bet I could make a man cum just from shaking this thing at him. Maybe I will.
She let her hands slide around her soft thighs and dip between them. Her smooth pussy looked as if it had been freshly waxed, without the unpleasant aggravated skin that could come with it. No, this was a permanent feature, she realized, a smooth pussy that could happily grind against any cock she wanted, growing slick with the mingled juices and perhaps her own milk.
But I could be so much more.
She wiggled her ass, imagining a long devil tail swishing behind her. A new sensation began at the base of her spine, but she stopped.
