This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Jessica stepped out, not caring for those who fell into corruption around her. They were broken, broken and lost, though they would enjoy their demise in becoming one with a far, far greater being than ever they could even have understood. She walked through the city, the streets familiar and still strange to her, as if she was seeing them through new eyes, everything around her shifting and changing through a different lens. It may have looked the same, at least to her, though everything that she left behind shifted and transformed, Fornucatus' mutative destruction curling and conniving into every single building that she passed.
Meanwhile, Veronica drove in, a smirk on her lips, handling the police car as if it was the sort of vehicle that she drove daily, mindlessly, aimlessly, though, of course, she had a target. For it was Jessica whom she was driving towards, even if she did not know that it was Jessica that she was zeroing in on, like a homing sense -- an instinct that could only have come from Fornucatus. It had been Jessica who had opened the door to him and yet Veronica who had taken on his influence and partial possession, allowing them to grow in power, more and more. Truly, Fornucatus owed them a great debt.
And Fornucatus always made good on their debts.
As the women moved closer and closer together, they grew. Jessica stepped out bold and strong, yet the pull of her clothes around her grew tighter and tighter, straining as her breasts and hips grew. Of course, it was her whole body growing, but it was a slow kind of growth as she walked straight down the centre of the road, not caring for the cars that swerved around her, some of them even coming to a stop.
Slowly, her bottoms grew tauter and tauter, as if her thighs were thickening up to such a point that her flesh was not all that far removed from a sausage bursting from its skin. Yet it was different, trousers creeping higher and higher up her leg, revealing first an ankle and then higher, straining tighter and tighter, the fabric ripping softly, so gentle was her growth. Her shoes were tight, too tight, toes wriggling within her socks, though she burst through those at once, toes pushing out the front, her growing feet shoving them aside, scraps of fabric and plastic that, really, hadn't been all that good for purpose to begin with.
"Mmmm..."
She glanced at the crumbling of buildings around her, cars that were unoccupied crumpling in on themselves, rubble and dust flooding the air. It did not come close to her, however, as if she was in a bubble that separated her from the chaos around -- even if Jessica was the instigator of it. She smirked, flinging her arms out, though it was an influence that she held and not something that she could yet apply to the city around her directly. Not with Fornucatus possessing her, fusing with her, their bodies and souls twisted together in a way that could not be undone.
Residents of the area, even those merely tucked away into little coffee shops, minding their own business, could not help but be affected too, like the residents of her apartment block while she had merely been leaving the building. Flesh bubbled and contorted, though those that were corrupted did not feel any shame or horror, not beyond that initial flash. That was not the way of Fornucatus, after all, spreading dissent, mutation, corruption, the darkly demonic throbbing change that would soon become the life force of the entire world.
Maybe even the galaxy too...
Jessica groaned and stretched her arms up overhead as if to reach even greater heights, enjoying the new thickness of her body. New layers of soft, loving flesh peeled down her body, her T-shirt stretching and stretching, though the pressure on her shoulders and upper back from it pulling out was not all that comfortable. Best to get rid of that then.
"Ugh!"
She shoved her arms back suddenly, elbows bent, laughing as her shirt ripped across the shoulders, allowing her more freedom to move, her breasts swelling larger, though they had a way to go yet before they would reach anything like what they had been in Fornucatus' dream world.
Oh, how she couldn't wait for that.
Veronica transformed too, though it was a slower, less sexual mutation than the one that she had undergone, luxuriously, at the mansion, back when she had ended up being pumped full and inflated with demon sperm. She moaned in the car, head tipping back a little, though there was no worry in her mind about hitting anyone, for the streets seemed oddly clear ahead of her. She rocked her hips eagerly, her clit feeling as if it was throbbing, but that was just one of many sensations coursing through her, each one trying to take her attention for its own.
While her clothes grew tighter and tighter, what took up her immediate attention as her whole body grew and her breasts inflated more than the rest of her was the lack of space beneath the steering column, where her legs had to go. The police car that she had so kindly commandeered use of was not an automatic drive, so she had to move her feet enough to step on the clutch too, though the shoes were tighter and tighter also, making it difficult for her to move.
In the end, as her knees pressed up underneath the steering wheel and her shoulders bore back against the seat, Veronica just left the car in a single gear, somewhere in the middle. Surely that would get her where she needed to go and that would have to be, quite frankly, good enough for her... The details like that simply weren't something that she was interested in, moaning and smirking openly, rocking her hips even as the pressure of the car closed in around her.
Veronica was hardly able to tell how tall or how big she was, not inside the car, though it didn't feel all that cramped to her, despite the seat settings being in the wrong place now for someone of her size, until she reached eight feet tall. She pressed up against the roof of the car, grunting softly, though it was muddled in a laugh on her lips.