DPS - The Mysterious Morning After

The Mysterious Morning After

Dana woke up feeling fantastic and fully refreshed. Fuck. Did she oversleep? She’d stayed up until 3:00 AM trawling around for super fetish content to read!

Nope. 7:00 AM. She could even hear her dad trudging around downstairs. If she got dressed in time, maybe she could actually get him to take her instead of riding a bus. All the other well-off seniors got their own cars from their parents already; why not her? “Go ask your mom; don’t I pay her enough?” Dad always said.

Piss. Either Mom was using all the money for herself, or there wasn’t much to go around. Dana really didn’t know which.

The redhead shifted under her heavy covers to prepare herself for a whatever first day back to school, but a shiver shot down her spine as she moved! It originated from her chest...

Her chest! Holy fuck!

Dana looked down her torso for the first time since waking up. Right below her chin where the view of the rest of her torso and athletic legs should be was a pair of enormous, twin domes of marvelous, gravity-defying shapes that she’d only ever dreamed of having.

The redhead sucked in a deep breath.

Unless she got implants, which she was never planning to do, there was no way someone of her stature could have a bosom this large! Dana spent her whole life on athletics, and she loved her lean, honed body. Her chiseled abs and low body fat were a mark of pride. What the hell was going on?! Oh no... had the rest of her body changed somehow?

Dana flung the covers off of her body in a panic. God, they were indeed huge. Borderline porno... no, full on pornographic. Even lying flat, her tits pointed straight at the sky, and her chocolate nipples actually made her own lips drool with desire. Forgetting her concern briefly, she brought her hands up to those succulent orbs and squeezed those suddenly far too sensitive erogenous zones. Her fingers wrapped along the mellifluous bottom arcs of her breasts, so warm and inexplicably firm...

Fuck! Dana sucked in a deep breath of chilly, morning air. She felt like she could come just from the simple stimulation against her breasts!

The sound of her dad’s car pulling out of the driveway snapped her back to reality.

She quickly swung her legs over the side of the bed. They were... they were longer than she remembered. She was already around six feet of lean, mean, track and field machine, but all that training meant she knew her entire body like the back of her hand. And those legs were definitely longer.

Dana was sitting higher too. Her head extended over the half-body mirror that rested on her vanity. She’d definitely gotten taller.

Getting up and strolling over one languid step at a time, her nude completely unbothered by the chill of the San Francisco air, her shining green eyes could already see that she had no reason to fear. Her body was just as sculpted as she remembered—just packed on with more length, more height, more dense, toned, lascivious flesh and hard muscle in all of the right places. She punched her six-pack abs with her beautiful fist. Hard as fucking rock.

Flexing a bicep, she admired the nice swell of her still present muscles on her lusciously longer arms. A quick tense brought her triceps into stark display too. Clenching and opening her fist repeatedly, she made her forearm bulge with exertion as some of her veins appeared. But strangely enough, as hard as she was squeezing, she felt no tightness in her wrist at all. Dana kept on going, pumping her muscles harder and harder... but she never fatigued. And she swore she felt stronger than ever!

All that, and a pair of perfect, perky, pornographic tits were stapled on her chest. Fuck yes!

She finished her self examination by turning around 180 degrees and examining her backside. And it was just as supremely satisfying as her front. Her ass was still large, tight, and high. Her lats, delts, and traps, nicely striated and long, tracing beautiful lines over her shoulders and upper back. And with her breasts only slightly distracting her attention (they were still visible from the back!), she got a good look at her cinched, slender waist that she worked so hard to keep, specifically not training those muscle groups to give her a beautiful, well-balanced blend of strength, muscle, and femininity.

And what a feminine model she was. A modern day Aphrodite. One with beauty and brawn.

Well, everything was okay. Better than okay. She was still cut, fit as fuck, and ready to fuck. Checking her face in the mirror, her eyes seemed to shine even more brightly, those limbal rings glowing green, sparkling as if backlit. Her red hair was still vibrant, and there was no sign of her bed head at all. Her teeth, perfectly white, gleaming, and even.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. She’d never been modest, but even Dana had never been so fucking turned on by her own body before!

Her hands slid down between her hairless pubic mound, spreading her petals between her legs with her fingers. She hooked an arm behind her head and through her hair instinctively, her hot mouth opening wide and exhaling her sweet, hot breath into the cold air as she began to touch herself. Her nipples felt as though they were vibrating from the inside, ready to burst with carnal joy without even being stimulated!

As her fingers swirled circles over her engorged, protruding clit, in the back of her mind she had a sudden realization.

What the hell was this transformation? This sensitivity? And being turned on by herself?

She was just like one of those sexually domineering, physically perfect HominyMartian supergirls! Somehow, it was a fantasy come true!

“Oh FUCK!” Dana screamed as an unexpected orgasm smashed into her like a crashing tidal wave. And it had originated in nothing but her mind! She’d fantasized herself to an orgasm!?

And judging from the way she shivered from head to toe, it was the best orgasm of her fucking life! Steam actively rose off her body as her heated flush, originating in her womb, burst outward up her gorgeously curved lower back, traveling up her sleek, shining, lightly sun-kissed skin. Her nipples almost felt like they were pinching themselves violently, her sensitive chocolate nubs twitching and tweaking as her vaginal lips clamped down on her own fingers with unbelievable force! In fact, her wonderful walls slammed shut so tightly that she was surprised she hadn’t broken her own, long digits!

Her fragrant liquid drizzled down her fingers as she stood there, body clutching and pulsing in pleasure. Her dainty, painted toes curled into the hardware boards of her floor, putting a big divot into the floor that usually only resulted from years of pressure. Her muscles flexed and contracted with every joyful clench, almost as if experiencing their own individual nirvana as her pussy continued to squeeze her fingers and vice versa. Even her eyes felt like they were awash with energy as the jade glow of her irises barely escaped her half-lidded, long lashed eyes.

As soon as she was finished, Dana’s glowing eyes snapped open. She looked at herself, her lips curling into a smile. Right after her luscious tongue darted out of her mouth to pick up a bit of drool that was pooling at the edge of her oh-so-kissable lips.

Time to go to school, then. If this were a dream, she never wanted it to end. Better go and live it while she could.

Getting dressed proved to be difficult.

And not just because nothing fit. But that was obviously a big problem. None of her jeans fit anymore—she was still proportionally the same as before, except even more perfected and sinuous, athletic and powerful, toned and feminine. But unfortunately, her wardrobe consisted of skin tight bodycon clothing that meticulously highlighted every last swooping curve. Of her body from yesterday. She tried on a few pairs of jeans, thinking they would just look like capris. But when she pulled them up her straight and beautifully defined knees (how could her knees be so fucking sexy, she wondered), the extra rock hard muscle that her thighs were sporting proved far too sporting for her pants. The tough, blue fabric ripped at the seams as her flesh proved far too much for them to handle.

Dana had pulled them all the way up just out of curiosity, teasing herself as she tugged on the waistband with her delicately slim fingers past the beautiful box gap between her ripped, sinewy thighs and over her new, wider, fertile hips. The whole thing fell apart in tatters and fluttered to the ground by her sexy, sexy feet.

And her tops... well, she could improvise with those. They would just hug every unforgiving curve of her shapely breasts and become crop tops. Dana did fucking love to impress people with her washboard abs. The problem was her bras.

None of them fit anymore! She’d barely had any to begin with, considering her previously relative flat chest. And now she was sporting a pair of melons on her powerful pecs (which she spent some time enjoying by flexing to great effect, causing her breasts to bounce seductively and slam together), and they wouldn’t fucking deform for anything but her own hands!

So the real problem was her nipples. And her arousal. That sexy pair of twin indents tenting her thin shirt stood out like a jizz stain under a black light. No way they weren’t going to send her to the principal’s office for that. Not that she cared. Feh. But she didn’t want to somehow get kicked off of the track and field team, and tryouts were today.

It quickly became clear to Dana that she had to wear an elastic banded pair of gym shorts. But even that looked absolutely painted onto supremely developed glutes, hugging that sphere of flesh as if it were making sweet, sweet love to her butt. And why wouldn’t it? It was fucking perfect, just like the rest of her.

The bottom hems barely covered her vagina and hugged her chunkier thighs. They also looked like a pair of bikini bottoms, or maybe a thong. It would have to do.

She also slipped on her largest top, which still did nothing to contain her otherworldly, compelling beauty. Then wrapped up in an ugly, bubbly jacket. She’d spent all morning nude, and the cold still didn’t bother her. She expected that the heat would, but Dana found all of it totally comfortable despite being able to register the sensations.

All that, and she’d managed to run three blocks to catch the bus.

“Hey! HEY!” she shouted, her powerful legs pumping furiously on the concrete sidewalk below.

The bus driver either didn’t hear her, or pretended not to.

“Fuckerbus!!” she screamed, sprinting even harder. Her stylish black sneakers with long, wide, white laces pushed her off the ground, sending her through the air as though she were flying.

She got to the closing door just in time to shoot her well-muscled arm through the thin, closing gap.

The rubber padding of the door closed around her steely arm before opening up.

“I said I was coming!” Dana glared at the aging female bus driver. “Can’t you fucking hear!?”

The bus driver looked at Dana’s body with a hint of lust and more than a dash of jealousy. This girl went to high school!? She looked like she could grace the cover of every softcore magazine on earth!

“No, I didn’t hear you,” she spat, tired of dealing with bratty teenagers. “I didn’t even see you.”

“Get your eyes checked, old bag,” Dana spat back.

“Sit the hell down! We’re going!”

The bus doors closed with a loud sigh. Dana huffed and made her way to one of the empty seats.

Dana drew all the stares from her hormonal raving classmates. She vaguely recognized some of their faces, but had no friends. She sat down at one of the empty seats, the black cushions cracking and uncomfortable.

Despite her stupid fucking encounter with the fuck knows how old driver, the tall (now taller!) and normally acrimonious high school girl sat on the bus in a far more jovial mood than usual. She looked like a fucking goddess! And she came just from imagining herself as a superpowered, supersexual predatory supergirl. It was a good day so far.

“Hey!” she snapped at one of the students near the very back row as she strutted down the aisle like a model on a catwalk.

He looked up at her, startled by being singled out. And then stunned by her unbelievable good looks.

“M-me?” the freshman asked, feeling a shockingly powerful burst of unfamiliar arousal swishing through his veins and right into his burgeoning erection.

“Get the fuck out of my seat!”

He yelped in panic, slid his backpack in front of his groin, and quickly shuffled into the back seats where he was sure to get bullied later by other seniors.

Dana didn’t care. She slid into the seat, whipped out her phone, and swung her leg onto the other half of the cushion to claim the entire thing to herself. Then opened the HominyMartian page to look for updates.

Pfft, a small post about starting a new story. Once again, she thought of unsubscribing and leaving a nastygram. 50,000 words a month? She hadn’t counted it, but yeah right. Who could even produce that much? And she didn’t care about fucking half of it! Still, Dana tapped open the post to read it.

Her eyes opened wide with anticipation. A new story start, alright. One with an evil, unstoppable super sexy powerhouse. With tits as big as melons, ripped like a fitness model, flaming red hairs, and captivating green eyes... oh fuck yes! It was everything she’d voted for!

And then some preview art. Hot damn, the girl looked fucking good. But not nearly as good as herself, after her sudden second coming of puberty. Actually...

She bit her lip as she stared at the nude, rendered image and replayed the events of last night and this morning in her beautiful little head. Oliver comes and fucks her, and begrudgingly, it was pretty fucking good. Actually, really fucking good. And this morning, she fucking transformed!? Just like a... like a... HominyMartian girl. And HM starts a story about it!?

Dana was visibly and audibly panting in her seat now. Did Oliver trigger her crazy transformation!? Was Oliver the actual author behind this stupid pen name!? How else did everything line up so perfectly!?

More importantly... was she going to develop super powers?! Maybe all of this shit about transforming serums and sucking on other humans’ sexual energy and life force was a real phenomenon, and Oliver had somehow unlocked it?!

Holy fuck! Dana was fucking horny! She felt like... she felt like she could come again just fantasizing about this like she had in the morning! Her breasts were burning, and her nipples felt like they were burning unbearably hot, ready to pierce through her already tortured top! They ached to be touched and gently bitten so badly!

Dana took a quick glance around the bus. Most students were falling asleep or playing on their own phones. They were about to reach their next stop. God fucking damn, her pussy was molten hot! She looked at her phone once again, seeing the banner of an array of supergirls featured on the pay site.

The thought of her actually turning into an unstoppable, beautiful, flying sex tornado was too much to bear! Oh, if she could have all those powers, and actually do the things she wanted to do instead of this pussy fucking writer who never went far enough, oh, she would... she would...

Dana’s body shivered in orgasm once more, her vaginal lips churning and gripping nothing at all. Her mind-blowing pleasure and powerful labia clenches slammed her lips shut tightly, desperate and fantasizing to feel herself obliterating someone’s dick inside of her. Or a metal dildo that she’d dreamed of last night, her creamy cum swirling with a flattened, liquid, melting rod of phallic steel.

She stifled a moan as she gripped the wire frame of the seat cushion with her hand. Her fingers warped the metal with a powerful squeeze, her knuckles turning white from the sheer exertion and expression of her pleasure. The loud brakes screeched as the bus made another stop, masking the sound of groaning metal underneath her fingertips.

Dana gasped and breathed deeply as her orgasm subsided. Her nipples, too, shrank back into their original shape and size on her magnificent peak of her breasts. She felt alive. Full of energy. Wonderful.

She was going to find Oliver and confront him about recent events. And fuck him for some more.

As other high schoolers boarded the bus, Dana noticed that the boy sitting across the aisle was staring at her in awe.

“What.” Dana gave him an icy death glare.

He gulped and looked down, surreptitiously trying to rub his insistent erection that just wouldn’t go away.

Dana just stared down the rest of her far diminutive classmates, forcing them to walk around her long steely leg which poked out across the aisle. She pulled out her crochet hook and yarn from her backpack and continued her work on an unfinished blue infinity scarf.