Molly pulled at the straps her of bra, trying to loosen it for the sake of her sanity. The whole thing had seemed a little tight this morning, but it was new, so Molly had just shrugged it off as an issue with the straps. One that she could correct in the bathroom at work. Still, after 15 minutes in front of the mirror and dozens of different strap lengths, nothing could make the undergarment sit comfortably on her chest.
It had fit just fine in the store, but now it felt a whole size too small. Or so Molly imagined, since it was almost impossible to find a cup size too
small
for her sleek breasts. She was about to turn the garment around and check the sizing on the tag when someone else came into the bathroom.
Oh crap
, Molly realized that she'd been in here far too long. If she didn't get back to work soon she'd probably face a lecture from her boss about checking makeup on work hours. Not that she wore makeup. Sexiness as a whole had eluded Molly for her entire adult life. It wasn't that her breasts were small, Molly was actually attracted to that quality in other women, nor was it her thin figure. Her face was cute enough and her copper hair would probably never go out of fashion. On top of all that, she had a degree from Brown and had quickly climbed the ranks of her small publishing firm to the point where she was managing groups of editors, some with much more experience than herself.
Yet, while all the components were there, some piece of the puzzle was missing. The keystone to her sexuality simply wasn't there and so all of its parts inevitably came crashing down.
Case in point: her office crush, Amber, had just wandered into Molly's small office. Workplace gossip had it that the young accountant was bi, so Molly knew that she had a chance, but nothing that she did could draw Amber's hazel eyes or produce anything more than a friendly smile on her full lips.
"Hi Molly," she said, knocking lightly on the open door.
"Hi," Molly swallowed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her ill-fitting bra.
"I was just wondering if we were supposed to send the billing on the Rogers account to the Seattle office or the New York one."
"Well I'm sure you're talented enough to send it to both," Molly suggested, suddenly feeling very stupid. "Um, not that you would, I mean. It's just- Uh, New York is fine."
"Thanks!" Amber flashed a smile and skipped off down the hall.
Well fuck
, Molly cursed herself. And as if the day couldn't get any worse, the band of her jeans was starting to make her hips itch.
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As soon as she stepped through the door of her apartment, Molly quickly unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra. An hour earlier at 5 it had been digging almost painfully into her chest and now she was concerned that the whole thing might pop off on its own. By some miracle she managed to wiggle out of her jeans and hurried to the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Cupping one of her breasts left her with no doubt that they'd grown, impossibly, almost two or three cup sizes over the course of one workday. Her hips felt wider too, but with no tape on hand she wasn't able to measure them and she couldn't tell just how much they'd changed.
Molly sighed and collapsed on her bed. She clearly needed Chinese takeout and Netflix to take her mind off of this craziness.
She received the delivery driver at the door in a long t-shirt, trying desperately to hide her new assets for which she had no workable undergarment. All seemed well as she lay sprawled out on the couch, a box of half-eaten stir fry sitting on the coffee table and an action movie blaring on her television screen. She had almost forgotten about the strangeness of the day when the lead female actress appeared onscreen, dressed in a skimpy swimming suit and performing some sort of exotic dance to distract one of the villain's guards.
Ordinarily this sort of thing would've earned a spit-filled laugh from her, as silly as it was, but tonight she felt unusually horny and the erotic swaying of the actress's hips combined with the sultry look on her face was too much for Molly. She paused the movie and began to massage herself under her panties, her free hand slipping under her shirt to grope her new breasts.
Molly was used to simply rubbing her nipples for erotic effect, since it had been difficult to get a good handful of her breasts without pulling hard on the flesh, but the feeling in her enlarged breasts was simply electric. She groped one roughly, moving her hand around in an effort to grab as much of it as possible and relishing in the powerful feelings of arousal that her efforts produced.
She loved it so much that she took her right hand out of her panties and moved it up to her other tit, covering it with her slick fluid in her haste to produce more of the intoxicating feeling. But as her arousal grew, so did the needs of her pussy. With great sorrow, Molly slipped her fingers back into her panties and tried her best to please both breasts with just one hand.
Her breasts turned out to be a non-issue. Not wanting to waste time in search of her vibrator she rubbed her clit vigorously with her thumb while ramming three fingers into herself, as deep as they would go. Everything she did to herself felt incredible, as though it were satisfying a need as deep as breathing.
Yes. Yes. Yes! Anggg!
Molly came into her panties and collapsed face-first onto the couch, her tail waving about in delight.
Wait what? Tail?!
Molly looked back in shock. Sure enough, a rope-like tail extended an arm's length out from the tip of her spine, covered in a short layer of soft dark brown fur up to its heart-shaped tip. Molly would've panicked from that alone if not for the dark mass blocking her view of the whole tail.
With a screech she ran back into her bedroom, frightened of what she would find in the mirror. There was some relief when Molly herself appeared in the reflection, intact and unharmed. However, she was not how she remembered looking just an hour ago. Protruding from the crown of her head were two thick, twisting horns, about the diameter of a quarter at the base and curving up to a wicked point. Molly reached up to feel their ribbed exterior as she surveyed the other new additions. Two great wings, like those of a bat, protruded from shoulder blades. At present they were folded against her back, but even then they managed to look imposing, their leathery maroon material supported by solid black ribbing. Finally her gaze drifted down to the excited tail, swishing nervously behind her butt.
Molly turned around and looked over her shoulder. The wings had ripped the back of her shirt open, but there were no other surprises.
This is impossible
, she thought.
They must have slipped something into the stir fry. I'm going to sue their asses so hard-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice near her window. "Hmm, well you're a bit older than I'd expect, but nice job with the wings."
Molly jumped in fright and turned to see a woman standing by the open window, her own wings silhouetted by the moonlight and a frightening pair of horns protruding from her skull as well.
"What the fuck?!" Molly exclaimed before whispering to herself. "OK, maybe it was PCP, LSD, oh God I didn't ingest meth, did I?"
The woman laughed. "No, darling, you're not hallucinating."
"Yes I am!" Molly shot back. "People don't have wings or tails or any of this!"
"You do."
"I- I- No!"
The winged woman sighed. "Listen, I've got this Latvian skier waiting on me, so I'll make this quick. You're a succubus, hun."
"What? I'm not a mythical creature!"
"Nah!" The woman tapped her wrist pointedly. "Short on time, remember? You are a succubus and if you want the full briefing you'll let me do the talking. Now where was I... Ah, right. So you're a succubus, a creature of pure sex." While she said this she ran her hands over her own full hips. "Let me guess, you're shocked because you haven't exactly been heartbreaker over these past few years? Completely normal, darling. Your, hm,
sexual
side has been lying dormant until now. But here it is at last! And look at you, all grown up!"
Molly would've found something to protest, but the woman's sultry tone was drawing her in. Every word of hers was practically dripping with eroticism.
"Now there are a few things to know. First of all, don't worry about the accessories, those'll go away in a bit. They only really come out when you find yourself, mmm,
