Bree stormed into her apartment, tears dried to her face. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breathe from running up the stairs, and from crying in the car. She wiped her eyes, and tried to calm herself. It wasn't easy. What a day she'd had. Moral of the story, don't open mysterious packages that appear on your doorstep if you haven't ordered them.
Throwing her belongings to the side, Bree walked in the huff to her bedroom, tearing off different parts of her clothing as she did. She breathed a sigh of relief as her chest was freed on her constricting shirt. Bree's breasts were just shy of the size of the woman's in the picture's. She ran a hand through her now red hair, pausing when her fingers brushed against her stubby horns. They were just long enough to poke through her hair.
As she entered her bedroom Bree undid the button on her pants. She breathed an even deeper sigh of relief as her cock flopped out of her underwear. Though it wasn't hard, it was still about 4 inches long, and her feminine underwear weren't designed to hold, well, anything. Briskly yanking her underwear down, Bree felt them run over her tail. She could feel it twitch, and would swear it was long enough to actually bend around and touch her back. Though she was terrified to, Bree steeled her nerve and stepped in front of her body length mirror to fully assess the damage.
"How the hell is this a gift? I can't let anyone see me like this." she thought.
She hated to admit it, but Bree did look hot. Her once slight and unspectacular body had filled out. Her lips were fuller, her body was more of an hourglass shape, and her skin almost had a literal glow to it. She could see her two new ivory horns just above her forehead, and her now brilliant green eyes. And of course there were her massive breasts and that damn horsecock. Aside from that horsecock, the tail and horns, Bree would have been very happy with her changes. She could write off the eyes with contacts, and maybe the physical changes to a vigorous gym routine and some plastic surgery. No one would ever believe the truth, some weird cat-like goddess showed up in her kitchen and "gifted" her with a body most teenager boys dreamed of.
"Maybe I can get this thing removed. Guys have sex change operations, I suppose this would be the same thing." Bree said, frowning at her crotch. Of course the longer she looked at it, the more she accepted the massive horse dong was a part of her, and now hers. Some part of her might have even started liking it. Bree would never admit that to herself, but Bast's magic was eating away at her willpower.
Bree was about to concede to her exhaustion when she heard someone making quite a ruckus outside her apartment. Initially she chalked it up to some drunk idiot coming home from a night out. But then she distinctly heard her name being called. Bree hesitated, not only because it was suspicious to have uninvited house guests at one in the morning, but because she was stark naked. And it wasn't as if she could just throw a robe on. Chances were it wouldn't fit, given the recent growth spurt she'd gone through.
"Oh for the love of... looks like we'll have to let ourselves in." Bast sighed. Impatient as ever, she opened the door for Alan. Who, thanks to Bast's presence, was able to walk into the apartment building without anyone gawking at him or calling the police because he too was naked now and sporting several "gifts" from Bast.
Alan walked inside after some "encouragement" from Bast. Loudly closing the door behind him, Bree felt her heart skip several beats. Her immediate thought was that someone was breaking in. And she was terrified for her life, but more to the point didn't want anyone to see her in her current inhuman form. She sped into the bathroom, shutting the lights off and hiding in her shower. She sat on the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. Which wasn't a good idea on her part. Her breasts were mashed against her cock, and her heart was now skipping a beat for a new reason.
"Hmmm, interesting." Bast smirked when she saw Bree's discarded clothing in the apartment, obviously leading to the bedroom. Alan stood a ways away, still caught in a trance and completely unaware of where he was, what he was doing, and the transformation he'd undergone. Bast walked into the bedroom, Alan following close behind. The bedroom was empty, but it didn't take her long to figure out where Bree had gone.
"Come out come out and play..." Bast giggled, tugging Alan along.
Bree was too preoccupied to hear. After squirming and shifting, at first because she was trying to not be in such a "comfortable" position, Bree had inadvertently rubbed her cock against her legs so much that she'd popped a full blown erection. Her fear of getting murdered in her shower quickly dissipated and Bree found herself doing the only thing she could in her state.
Both hands wrapped around her growing shaft, Bree was vigorously pumping up and down. So fast she was a little worried she might get a rub burn. Her balls swelled larger and larger, doubling in size at least. Her horsecock stretched from six inches to eight, then ten, and then a full twelve inches. The head flared proudly, small nubs around the crown forming. A completely animal shaft between her legs, behind her Bree's tail was twitching madly and growing.
Bast pressed one of her cat ears to the door and smiled. She could hear Bree moaning, and the sound of her hands squishing against the wet flesh of her cock. And based just how "wet" things sounded, Bast thought it was a safe to assume Bree's cock was overflowing with pre.
"Why don't you go help her?" Bast purred into Alan's ear. He absently nodded and strode to the door.
