Not a Phase! (Patreon)

“Mom!! Goth is not a phase!! This is who I am! I really thought after I got into college you would accept me.” the girl said, slamming down the phone to punctuate her very intense feelings. Turning to her girlfriend she said, “She saw us come in on the Ring cam, and wanted to know what we were doing here with no one home. Said I looked like a raccoon…” The girlfriend consoled her, patting her back and thinking their makeup did kinda look raccoon-ish if you didn’t KNOW about the goth lifestyle deep in your soul. “Come on,” the girl said, rooting around the kitchen, “she keeps a stash of cash her in this flour jar.” The girls dug around until they found the money, wadded up inside a ziplock and buried in the flour. “Alright, let’s get out of here before she comes home to ‘check on’ us.” The girls headed toward the door until suddenly the daughter stopped, groaning a bit and sinking to her knees. “Oh my God…” she muttered through clenched teeth, “what the fuck?!” She trembled, uncertain what was happening as her body tensed and she found it hard to believe. Over their heads a tinny voice issued from the speaker system. “Alright daughter, since you say this isn’t a phase, let’s make it a little more permanent, huh? You want to dress like that, paint your face like that, and live that ‘lifestyle’, but you need to root around for my money to support it like a little thief in the night? Let’s make all this a little more permanent, then, shall we? Maybe then everyone will see how you really are…” The voice snapped off, leaving both women stunned. The daughter gripped her body, feeling the changes begin, and groaned as they surged through her.

Her breasts began first, swelling to fill her thin bra, pressing outward to fill her shirt, stretching the fabric to its breaking point. The piercings in her nipples sent sharp signals of pain shooting through her as they pressed against the fabric before her breasts finally burst out of her undersized band t-shirt. She cried out with pain, relief, and more than a little arousal, catching her breath as the weight of her new breasts heaved on her chest. She was transfixed as the changes continued, a silky fur spread across her body as the beginnings of a tail pressed out from her tailbone. She locked eyes with her girlfriend as her face elongated into a muzzle, the small teeth of a raccoon sliding into place along her jaws. She could feel her face changing, her ears sliding up the side of her head to perch on top, swiveling with each sound, searching for threats, or food.

Her hips swelled, the hem of her pants biting into her flesh painfully until the pants slid down, again providing incredible relief. She could feel the moisture now, the damp, slippery cramping of her pussy, drenched in fluids from her changes, the arousal suddenly washing over her in a wave of overpowering pleasure she could not ignore. She stared again at her girlfriend, advancing toward her unable to stop herself, completely overpowered in the moment.

Her girlfriend trembled initially, though as the moment progressed it became clear she was experiencing the same changes, the same intense arousal, and sat enraptured at the sight over her swollen, perfect girlfriend advancing lustily toward her. The girls lost themselves in the moment, enjoying their newfound bodies, blissfully throwing themselves into the changes and discarding their former selves. It was not a phase; this is who they really were…”