Author's Note:
This story is a fun commission from one of my awesome Patrons, GrillFan65. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters are over 18, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2: Cheetah
Amy was still buzzing with arousal when she arrived home that evening. Stepping out of her car and walking down her driveway to get the mail, the sound of weights clanking drew her attention to the garage of the house next door, where her older neighbors' son Brad was working out. Brad was on a track and field scholarship to the local university, and Amy appreciated the way his tank top and gym shorts emphasized his wide shoulders and rippling muscles as the young man continued his workout.
Her mail forgotten, Amy felt herself drifting over to the garage next door, her lusty body drawn to the youthful masculinity on display like a moth to the flame. As she walked over, she began to rub her hands up and down her silky, spandex-clad thighs, like she always did when she was getting horny. "Hi Brad, are your parents home?"
Brad looked up from the barbells he was curling, momentarily confused by Amy's unfamiliar appearance before recognition dawned on his surprised face. "No Amy... uh, Ms. Stevenson," the boy corrected, looking her up and down. As young as she was, Amy loved being called "Ms. Stevenson", and she felt herself getting even wetter at his obvious interest in the new, curvier body she was displaying for him.
She toyed with the low neckline of her blouse, enjoying the sight of his eyes dropping hungrily to her chest. Little did he know that she was hungry too. "Do you know when they'll be back?"
"No, Ms. Stevenson. They should be gone for a few more hours, at least. You.. uh, you sure do look different today. Those tights are, uh, really colorful, and that shirt looks good on you."
"This old thing?" Amy asked casually as she pulled her plunging neckline even lower, disguising the motion as adjusting her top, and revealing even more of her creamy, lightly-freckled cleavage to the hormonal young stud in the process. "I do like wearing it, but I'm always worried that I'm going to just pop right out of it," she laughed as she pushed her breasts together with her upper arms, demonstrating just how poorly her blouse hid her swollen tits, still braless from her tryst with David earlier that afternoon. They threatened to spill out in front of Brad's wide, eager eyes, which suddenly looked like they might just pop right out of his head as well.
"I'm glad you like them though," she said, letting him know that she knew precisely what he meant by his compliment. "That reminds me - would you mind coming over to my house for a few minutes to help me with something?" she asked, cocking a carefully plucked eyebrow at him so that he would know exactly what she intended, as she shamelessly pushed her tits even further up out of her blouse for him.
His face took on the anxious look Amy loved to see on all of her prey, but the overwhelming need to sow his wild oats in his unexplainably hot, MILFy neighbor had sent hot blood throbbing insistently through his body, and so he nodded and began to towel off the sweat from his workout as Amy turned back toward her house.
As she led the eager cub back to her den, Amy briefly wondered if she should really be seducing the neighbors' kid, especially since she knew that she was only doing so because the changes the leggings had caused her in mind and body. Still, Brad was an adult, and was responsible for his own decisions. One more look back at his delicious physique made up her mind for her, and as Brad gave in to his own lust for her body and began to follow her to the house, his eyes locked onto his mature neighbor's thick, bouncing ass, every line of which was shown off to perfection by her tight Calico leggings. He managed to convince himself that this was only a social call, but as Amy bent over to unlock her front door, his honorable intentions flew out the window. A light patch of fabric in the crotch of her bright, colorful leggings was clearly outlining Amy's swollen vulva, which they both now knew that Brad would soon be sliding himself into.
Once inside the house, Amy felt a brief flush of irritation at seeing that Brad was still taller than she was, but she knew how to bring him down to her size, and wasted no time in opening her blouse for the young man. The sight of her heavy, pendulous breasts had the same effect on Brad that they had had on David, and seconds later he had bent over, and was sucking and groping as Amy began to squeeze his cock through his tight athletic shorts.
Finally having her prey exactly where she wanted him, Amy led her enraptured young lover over to the couch, freed his throbbing erection, and pulled him down on top of her. His hard, muscular body felt just right against the soft tissue of her curves, and she could tell that Brad was enjoying himself as well as he continued to grope her willing, mature body. Amy felt him instinctively probing and searching with his cock, and though the leggings were still between Brad and his goal, he couldn't help but rub himself against the soft material nonetheless.
Brad continued to slide his cock against the smooth fabric covering her pussy, the slight tingling sensation he felt in his dick somehow making him even harder, and filling him with a greater need to thrust himself into the tempting Amy, who, while still intimidating and powerful, was also soft, inviting, and receptive. "Ms. Stevenson, your leggings feel, uh, really good."
"They're about to feel even better," she responded huskily, gently grabbing his dick and lining it up with the hidden hole at her crotch. The smooth, pleasurable sensation engulfing the head of his cock was too much for Brad to resist, and he felt himself instinctively sliding further into the tight hole, wrapped in soft fabric, until he finally found himself inside the slick, wet embrace of his MILFy neighbor's pussy. Brad wasted no time and began thrusting vigorously into her, overwhelmed by the powerful sexuality of his neighbor's seductive body as Amy exerted her will over his own, directing and shaping his youthful strength for her own pleasure. Her prey was helpless to resist, and Brad felt himself driven closer and closer to orgasm by the slick friction of her tight pussy.
Amy's body was on autopilot as well, and she continued to slam her crotch against his as that thick, throbbing cock finally started to scratch the deep itch that had initially driven Amy to such wanton behavior, and would inevitably do so again. Right now, however, as her body began to seize up with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt, and her young lover began to reflexively stiffen within her as her slutty MILF body drove him over the edge, she felt the deep sense of satisfaction and contentment that came from a successful hunt, and she moaned and yowled her feral delight as she gripped and pulled at the tough, stretchy material covering her legs in ecstasy, as it rewarded her for her obedience.
This continued for the next few days - Amy would clandestinely have her way with David at work, and then seduce Brad for a quickie when she got home. Neither stud could resist the powerful, mature sexual energy that she was radiating, or the lure of sexual pleasure and release that her body promised, and then delivered. Even though Amy had grown larger in both height and measurements, she still somehow felt small and fierce, spry and powerful, and life had never been better.
All too soon, however, her perfect new life came crashing down after Brad unexpectedly rebuffed her a few days later, when she once again tempted him with her body after work.
"Sorry, Ms. Stevenson, I can't today. I've got plans with Mrs. Hernandez across the street this afternoon. Maybe some other time," he concluded, though from his words and the guilty look in his eyes it was clear that she had been replaced. Amy was dumbfounded - that shouldn't be possible, given the newfound power over men that had come with her erotic transformation and increased appetites. Her hunger hadn't decreased, but her influence somehow had, and she didn't know why.
Even so, she was preparing to respond, to overpower his reluctance with her breasts and irresistible sexuality as she'd done each day prior, but just then she caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, and glanced across the street to see the new and improved Mrs. Hernandez marching down her driveway toward them. Her raven hair shimmered in the wind, and Amy immediately recognized the Panther that was stalking her way as Mrs. Hernandez' powerful leg muscles flexed in the tight leggings she was wearing, black with purple highlights. Her neighbor's massive tits stood high and firm, looking almost fake in the audacity of their overt sexuality, and she had a savage look in her eyes as she continued to close the distance, towering over Amy with her new 6'2" stature.
Amy was suddenly stricken with an inexplicable feeling of fear and inadequacy at the sight of her previously friendly neighbor, knowing instinctively that she was no match for the apex predator striding over, and she quickly fled for the safety of her own home in shame, outclassed in every way, forced to surrender her tender prey to the larger, more capable hunter. She watched, red with embarrassment and sexual frustration, as Brad followed those powerful thighs back across the street, helpless to resist the call of the wild.
Amy spent the next half hour looking despondently out the window, watching all of the tasty men who walked past, but also noticing that her neighborhood suddenly seemed to be overrun with sexified women, wearing what were clearly Big Cat Leggings. Apparently the other women in her subdivision weren't able to resist the lure of the leggings' transformative seductions any more than she was, Amy thought helplessly, enjoying the sensual sensation of rubbing her legs together in spite of herself. Most of the women were wearing variants of her own housecat-themed leggings, mostly Tabbies of various colors and patterns, but she also saw a few of the bigger cats, including a young, spry lynx and even a dignified, elegant ocelot, both of which elicited the same instinctive feelings of unease and jealousy that she had felt with Mrs. Hernandez, with their more enhanced curves, superior muscle tone, intimidating height, and aura of aggressive authority.
Amy even recognized old Mrs. Edgefield, who she knew had to be at least in her sixties, but who suddenly looked almost ten years younger, with her sagging tits beginning to fill out against her daring blouse, and her ass looking higher and tighter than it had any right to at her age, highlighted by the cream coloring of the Siamese leggings they were encased in, giving way to the characteristic grayish brown midway down her calves. Her face was starting to take on the hungry, searching look Amy had seen on so many other women that day, and which she knew was reflected in her own face as well. She understood that each of these women was just as much a victim of their new bodies and desires as she was, all of them trapped by Big Cat Leggings, but all she could feel for them was jealousy, knowing that the new, predatory instincts the leggings had imbued them with were directly competing with her own voracious appetite for cock.
Disappointed and horny from an afternoon without sex, Amy decided to give up the hunt here at home and go clubbing, where there were sure to be plenty of virile young men to go around.
