WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.


Milky Mayhem
	Chapter 4

	Friday Morning



	Mary's brown eyes surveyed the mess. Strewn about were empty red bull cans, pizza boxes, textbooks, and a sea of paper. One of her study partners was snoring lightly in his calculus book and began drooling on a summary of Euler's law. Another was frantically scribbling equations onto a note card, her red eyes squinted to best focus on the tiny handwriting intended to make best use of the limited surface. She had a math final following her mythology final and had no time in between to study. She quickly brushed some red hair out of her face and resumed scribbling. Across the table, a chair sat empty as the fourth had gone to go get some coffee. 
	Mary adjusted her bra strap and thought that there may be something to those 18 hour bra commercials. Her chest bounced slightly with the motion and settled back into place when she lowered her arm. Focusing back on her notes, she regretted her parents insistence on engineering. Both of her parents were ex-Chinese nationals, immigrating to the US when Mary was six. 
	"You are very pretty, you can have any man you want, but first, you will go to school and get a good education to become an engineer. Learn well, marry well!" her father would insist in the broken staccato of an engineer who learned the language late in life. Indeed, Mary was very pretty, not striking, but with a tall face and almond shaped eyes. 
	She sighed and looked at her watch. Pretty soon she would have to go do this damned final. Her thought process was interrupted by the signature clack of stilettos rebounding through the university's library. A woman strode by, her long black hair streaming behind her. Concealed within a loose white blouse, unsupported yet large and perky breasts bounced with each step. 
	Snorting slightly as his head lifted from the soggy pages, the study partner looked up. "And so we can approximate the equation by..." He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and fixated on the swaying hips of the unknown seductress as she continued on her way.
	Mary reached up and thwacked him on the shoulder, "PIG!" 
	"Ow, I wasn't staring at that I was trying to look for..." He trailed off, noticing for the first time how Mary's hair framed her face and curled in right below her dainty chin. He felt himself becoming more and more aroused as his eyes lowered to her heaving chest trapped within the thin purple fabric of her knit top, constrained by the oppressive bra. 
	Mary didn't notice his lewd stare, but instead felt her cheeks flush as she became increasingly aware of a burning desire between her legs. She shifted in her chair and licked her lips, staring at her friend, noticing only now his broad jaw line and hazel eyes. 
	Jennifer flicked her red hair out of her eyes and looked up to see Mary and Sam staring at each other. She felt a warm sensation in her chest and lifted a hand to the center of the sensation. Almost immediately she felt white hot daggers of pleasure shoot throughout her as her hand came into contact with her breast. She squeezed tighter, feeling the pleasure increase with the pressure. Unconsciously, she slipped her hand into her panties and began gyrating her hips. 
	She looked down for a second and saw that her breasts were flushing red with the excitement. Releasing them, she paused a second as the pale and lightly freckled skin began rising. Blinking her eyes in disbelief, she gently put her hand on her cleavage, feeling it rise like warm bread dough. She resisted the urge to apply more pressure and bring back that glorious pleasure as she stood up and gathered up her things. By now, her cheeks were flushed red and she was breathing heavily. 	As she turned around and hurried away, the sound of Sam's chair toppling over and hitting the ground. 
	Mary's hands shook with anticipation as she frantically tried to free Sam's hardening member. A wet spot was rapidly growing in her panties and her top was laying in a pile a few feet away. By now, Mary's breasts were overflowing her black b-cup bra and were still slowly inflating. He reached up and began massaging the warm flesh through the material of the bra. Mary gasped and threw her head back. She hiked up her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. Lowering herself onto his member, she moaned as he slid into her wet pussy. By now, the fabric of her bra was digging into her back and she took a moment from her gyrations to undo the clasp. Once freed, her enlarged breasts began bouncing with each thrust. 

	Jennifer had nearly reached the door of the library when Mary's screams of pleasure reached her ears. Or would have reached her ears if they weren't drowned out by the moans, pants, exclamations, and wet noises of sex coming from all around her. 
	Reaching to push the door open, her arm came into contact with the side of her breast. Surprised, she looked down and became aware of a growing discomfort in her chest. In her excited state, she hadn't noticed a constriction in her chest or the feeling of the underwire of her bra pressing into the bottom of her breasts. Her breasts had not stopped growing when she left the table and were now tightly constrained by her blue and green lace bra. They had continued their gradual growth and were still growing larger with each passing second. 
	Now that she was aware of it, she dropped her backpack to the ground and frantically began tugging at the clasps to her bra. Her back began to burn as the fabric was cutting into her and breathing was near impossible. A quiet pop came from the fabric of her bra, then another. Jennifer felt partial relief as the fabric between her bra cups ripped a little. She was still trying to undo her clasp and as she arched her back and stuck out her chest to get better leverage on the clasp, the pressure intensified. 
	By now, her once adequate bra was merely ornamentation that would barely make her decent. With a resounding crack, the connection between the cups broke and her enlarged breasts broke free. Sliding her arms out of the straps, she pulled the now broken undergarment from her shirt and collected her backpack, thankful that nobody had been watching. 
	
	Striding across the yard, her eyes fixated on the door to the auditorium, she folded her arms across her chest to keep the bouncing to a minimum. She ignored the couples rolling in the grass or making out against the walls, and nearly tripped over a menage a trois. Unfortunately, in order to contain her breasts, it took an amount of pressure that was driving her to distraction. Her panties started to ride up under the flannel print of her pajama pants. As she released herself momentarily to tug at them, her hand brushed her ass cheek, causing goosebumps to rise up her back. She quickly crossed her arms again.	
	She had nearly made it to the doors of the building when her eyes locked on a classmate as he held the door open for her. She released her breasts and let them bounce free, his eyes wide as she slowed her gait and sauntered up to him. 
	Forgetting about the impending final, she draped her arms around his shoulders and pressed into him. Gazing into his eyes, she asked, "Why don't we forget about this test? I'm betting its canceled."
	She brought her hands together around his neck and began tugging at his collar. He obliged by removing his and starting on hers. She gasped as the fabric rubbed against her nipples as it slid off of her body. By now, her panties had ridden up and were digging into her hips. Her flannel pajama pants were pulling tight against her rounder form. 
	As she moved his hand down to her ass, he felt it grow slightly in his hand. This was not his shy, redheaded classmate that he shot furtive glances too, this was a full-bodied sex goddess waiting to fulfill his every fantasy.
	There was the sound of popping threads as the seams holding the soft fabric together were beginning to give up. As his hands moved up to the waistband, a ripping sound echoed through the entry way. He moved his hands up to her narrow waist as  she lowered her pants, revealing her fully naked form. The slightly pregnant shape of a girl pushed past them to get into the building. They took no notice as her hand rested on her belly while she briefly looked at them before opening the door and entering.
	Jennifer felt his warm breath blow against her ear as she quickly undid his pants. Once they were off, she twisted him around so that he could pin her against the wall. She lifted a knee for him to hold and nearly fell down when he slid into her, relying on him completely to hold her up. The hot bolts of pleasure radiating from her chest as he pressed against her were balanced by the cold hard brick digging into her back. 

	"Arise my offspring!" Mary awoke several hours later as a woman's commanding voice reverberated within her mind. She looked over at Sam, who was also recently awake, looking around for the source of the voice. Mary immediately grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, flushing as she remembered how she had jumped her best friend in a fit of uncontrollable passion. Her panties were soaked and too tight, so she quickly stripped them off and threw them into the garbage can. 
	There was a low murmur as other couples were waking up and attempting to make themselves decent. One Cuban girl was attempting to put a bra on that looked three sizes too small. Other girls were attempting to zip up pants that were far too narrow for their hips. Mary looked down at her new curvy self and was thankful that she had worn a skirt. 
	Sam was almost fully dressed when he doubled over, clutching his stomach. From his sides, hard brown jointed spikes ripped through the skin. He screamed as he arched his back, showing that the skin of his stomach was growing brown and shiny.
	A tearing noise filled Mary's ear as the long, segmented tail of a scorpion ripped through the seat of his pants. She began backing up as his back grew longer and his body wider. He stared at his hands as they began swelling and turning brown, the fingers merging into a giant pointed pincer and his thumb extending to fill out a large scorpion claw. He looked at her before his back curved backwards, forcing him down to be supported by the growing legs protruding from his sides. By now, his human legs had shrunk into the rear most pair of legs and he had nearly completed his transformation into a scorpion man of legend. 
	She looked around and saw mayhem as other college students were in various states of transformation into sea serpents, fish men, and other demonic forms. She was panting and puffing by the time she reached the front door of the library. Her frantic eyes searching for normalcy, but all they saw was this chaos of half human forms writhing in pain. In the middle of this was the mysterious woman she had seen earlier, right before the orgy had broken out. The woman's arms extended and her head thrown back in the exaltations of victory.
	She felt a red hot burning sensation in her chest and clutched her breasts, unsure of what was going to happen to her. Her arms were forced outward as her breasts began to grow even larger. Pressing harder, hoping to contain the growth and stem further changes, she failed as she felt her skin between her shoulder blades begin to boil. She fell to her knees as the rest of her skin began to burn red hot. Her shirt was being pulled tighter across her chest, but not entirely by her enlarging breasts. She caught a glimpse of herself in the glass and tears began to form in her eyes as she pleaded, to no one in particular, "No no no, please no, this can't be happening." The back of her shirt was concealing two bony shapes that were rapidly pressing outwards, her wrists nearly meeting in the middle of her chest as she tried to hold in her growing breasts. All over, her skin was fading to a bluish gray and her lips had turned dark blue. 
	She had to sit up a little as her tail bone poked into her feet. A ripping noise signaled that the tip of it caught on the waistband of her skirt and pushed it out. She got up and pushed the door open, hoping to make an escape to her car. As she left the building, her shirt ripped, revealing two large feathered wings and two very large, perky breasts. She stumbled as she adjusted to her new center of balance and felt what had to be a tail swing around to automatically compensate. The mysterious woman turned to her and said "Welcome my child, why are you so frightened? Do you not like being an immortal storm demon?"
	A sense of calm flooded over Mary as she looked up and replied, "No, my Mistress, this is wonderful."

	"What do you mean 'champion?'" Sara asked, putting her hands on her boyfriend's topless muscular form. She slowly rubbed his abs as she turned to look back at her roommate's pregnant form. 
	"According to the legends, Jake gets to be the hero, slaying the monsters and whatnot. It may not have been purely by accident that you walked in on that spell. Have you been feeling that foreign magic in the air?"
	While the dirty, hot presence nearly stifled her on campus, here she couldn't feel anything beyond her boyfriends rock hard pecs. "Here?"
	"Yeah," continued Nyomi, looking down at herself and then back up at Sara's smaller belly, "maybe you're not as far along as I am."
	"Anyway, it feels like something ancient is somewhere in the city, did you notice anything odd while you were out this morning?"
	A look of comprehension crossed Sara's face, the memory of the orgy taking place on campus was pushed out by Nyomi's demand that Jake disrobe as soon as they entered. "Well, couples were making out and having sex like crazy at school, and I could feel the force at its strongest there." 
	"Interesting, it looks like we're going to go on a field trip later, meanwhile, it looks like you need to tend to something."
	During the conversation, Sara had been rubbing her body against her boyfriend, slowly getting turned on. Her breasts were straining the fabric of the t-shirt and wet spots were centered on each nipple. They turned to head back to Sara's bedroom when Nyomi stood up, "Not so fast you two, now that he's here you're replacing me?" she pouted. 
	Jakes eyebrows furled and his mouth opened as he let out a puzzled "Huh?" 
	"Yeah, your girlfriend didn't tell you what we were doing last night before she left me?" By now, she was pressing her body against Sara's and had an arm draped around the other pregnant girls form. She looked down and began twirling a finger around one of the wet spots on Sara's shirt, "I'm hurt."
	"Oh, I didn't know you wanted in," purred Sara. She drew Nyomi's body closer to hers and looked up at her boyfriend, her lower lip sticking out in a mock pout, "Can she come too?" Jake's only response was silent astonishment. 
	Nyomi skipped off to the bedroom as Sara dragged her boyfriend by the arm. Along the way, he nearly tripped over Nyomi's discarded pants.
	
	Once inside Sara's room, they found Nyomi's naked form prone on the bed. Her eyes looking up at them and a finger pressed against her lips in a seductive gaze. The curve of her belly buried in the blankets and her breasts pressed into Sara's pillows. Sara batted at Nyomi, exclaiming "I sleep on those!" Nyomi rolled over onto her back, revealing her pregnant form. 
	"Come here handsome" Nyomi urged, raising he arms to Sara's boyfriend, "I have a job for you." Jake looked at Sara, his eyes pleading for guidance. Sara bent over the bed and placed her mouth on Nyomi's nipple. When she began sucking, Jake got the hint and lowered himself into position. 
	Nyomi pressed her head back into the pillows as the two mouths were nursing off of her nipples. Letting loose a moan, she lowered her hand to her crotch, but as her hand hit the side of her enlarged belly, she got an idea. "This can wait, I need something else" she announced. "You, behind me," she commanded, pointing towards Jake as she crawled onto her hands and knees. He looked at Sara for permission, and got a re-assuring nod as she laid down, her engorged breasts just below Nyomi's head. 
	Jake moved around behind Nyomi and inserted his penis into the foreign vagina. As he looked down, he saw his girlfriend's face slack with pleasure. He put his hands on Nyomi's enlarged hips and slid up to her wider waist. From behind, she barely looked pregnant, the only hint was from the roundness that manifested above her hips. 
	He began losing himself as Sara's moans began echoing off of of the walls, he saw her hand move to her crotch and begin manipulating her clitoris. He had always wondered what a threesome would be like, the novelty of a new woman's body and personality added into the already spicy mix of their hot sexual relationship.
	Nyomi released Sara's nipple as the red hot rod slammed into her. His warm hands caressing her curves were sending shivers up her spine. She felt a pleasurable warmth spread from inside of her as his penis hit her cervix. With every thrust, a surge of pleasure spread to her fingers and toes. Sara's hands pulled her head down towards the other breast and her nose hit he soft, forgiving flesh of Sara's chest. She greedily began nursing, feeling the thick sweet cream fill her mouth and roll down her throat. 
	She looked over and saw Sara's eyes closed shut and her face was flushing as she was bringing herself to orgasm again. The sight of it drove Nyomi to press back harder against Jake's thrusts. She released the breast and began moaning in ecstasy. She lowered her head and arched her back as she climaxed. 
	As she was coming down off of the orgasm, she felt Jake's thrusts get stronger and his penis grow stiffer. She slid off of him and turned around, "Very nice, now tend to your girlfriend."
	Sara stood up and pressed her body into his, kissing him deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and then pushed him onto his back. Settling into position above him, she straddled his pelvis, her belly protruding a few inches above his. Nyomi left, grabbing Sara's robe, to go pump herself down. 
	Sara leaned over him, letting her breasts hang above him. As she shifted forward to kiss his neck and cheek, her nipples dragged up his chest. He felt her pregnant belly press into his, and the tip of his erect penis scraped along its bottom curve. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply before sitting upright, sliding his member into her waiting pussy.  
	She started off by pumping her hips up and down, driving him wild with each stroke. He reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling the soft flesh overflow his hands. Kneading the flesh, he elicited gasps of pleasure as he felt his palms grow wet. 
	That familiar pleasurable pressure filled his penis, he withdrew his hands and put them on the sides of her enlarged belly, holding her firm as he began thrusting into her from below. Seeing her boyfriend so near to climax was one of Sara's favorite parts of sex and the sight of it turned her on even more, causing a warmth the spread from her crotch all over her body.
	She arched her back, forcing herself down onto him and climaxed as she felt his penis spasm inside of her. She slid off of him and nestled close to his side, her belly resting up against his and her chest pressed into his. Off in the living room, they heard Nyomi's voice in a conversation with another female voice.

	Nyomi had almost finished pumping when there was a banging at the door. She put the pump down and covered herself with the robe. Looking through the peephole she saw a red-headed woman in obvious distress. Nyomi opened the door and caught the collapsing girl. She was burning up and turning bright red. Nyomi struggled to help the girl walk over to the couch. The girl let out a painful grunt and there was a hollow clacking sound against the tile floor with each step she took. As she lowered the girl to the couch, she saw a long thin tail extending from the girls lower back, its tip was flattening and widening into a spade. "Please, make it stop." There was a ripping sound as the her torn flannel pajama pants gave up and fell to the side. 
	Once she was on the couch, Nyomi quickly scanned her, noting that her feet had transformed into cloven hooves, complete with fire red hair growing out of the skin between her ankles and hooves. She would have to walk on her hoof covered tiptoes from now on. Her hips and breasts were still surging out under her shirt and her skin was changing hues, shifting towards crimson. The girls skin was rippling and bulging as muscles grew and shifted on her form.
	"Here drink this, it should help," commanded Nyomi, shoving a still warm bottle of her milk into the girls hands. The girl put the bottle to her black lips and downed it in one pull. Nyomi grabbed another and had her drink that too. She put her hand to the girls sweaty red forehead, her fever had broken and her face was no longer was creased in pain. The skin on her arms and legs had stopped shifting so much as her muscles stopped growing.
	Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned on the ceiling fan and had the red demon-girl lay down. Her changes had stopped and the sweat was evaporating. After a minute, the girl looked up at Nyomi and meekly said "Thank you." The red color of her skin was fading to a light sunburn, revealing a freckled complexion. Her red hair was damp with sweat and her eyes were fading from a gold back to a light blue. She now had a body that would put most body builders to shame, with the exception of the devil tail and cloven hooves. 
	"How are you feeling?" 
	"Exhausted, but thank you for stopping that, I was driving home when a strange voice told me to wake up. I live a few apartments down, I was almost there. Shortly after, I started burning up and saw the light on in your front window. I'm glad you were home."
	Her eyes stopped on the tail as she reached for it. It whipped around and met her hands halfway. She grabbed it and began probing her new appendage, squeezing it a little to hard and wincing in pain. Her eyes traveled further south and her jaw dropped as she focused on her feet. She looked up at Nyomi and asked "Is this for real?"
	"Yes, you were well on your way to becoming a she-demon, probably a succubus of some sort." Nyomi had figured that whatever magic she was feeling was the work of a fallen god or goddess and that since Sara and Jake weren't affected by it, there had to be something about the milk that protected from this foreign magic. "Its stopped now, I think you're safe."
	Sara walked out, dressed in stretchy pink cloth pants and a t-shirt, a puzzled look on her face as she surveyed the form on the couch. Her hand supporting the bare underside of her belly. She had pumped her breasts down to a D-cup and fit into the largest nursing bra she had. Jake walked out wearing  his jeans and a shirt that was stretched across his broader shoulders and immediately turned around, seeing the pantsless woman on the couch. 
	Nyomi got the hint and covered their guest with a blanket, disappearing into her room and quickly emerging with a new shirt and skirt. "Until you learn to control that tail, I think it'll need free reign," she said, tossing the clothes at the half naked woman.
	"Who are you? I've seen you in my classes," asked Sara, "and outside the auditorium this morning." Sara blushed as she remembered having to shove hard on the door to move Jennifer's unconscious form which was laying in front of the door. After squeezing herself through the small opening she had made, she briefly knelt and apologized to the sleeping girl. 
	"I'm Jennifer, I live a few apartments down. In fact, I'd probably still be back on campus if you hadn't woken me up as you walked by."
	She grabbed the skirt and bent over, a look of disgust crossing her face as she passed her hooves through the skirt, and it took her a few attempts to pass the tail through the waistband. She turned around, revealing a well muscled pink back as she took her shirt off, the sides of her breasts visible when she lifted her arms above her head to pull the new shirt down. Her tail was centered between her legs, extending out from under the green pleated skirt. When she turned around, the fabric was pulled taught across her chest and her nipples made visible bumps. 
	"So what do we do about the rest of campus, I wasn't the only one who was affected by that lust, and I'm sure I'm not the only one with changes." 
	"Well, I'll look into it, but I think that we might have to do a purification ritual on campus. Catch whatever bad guy is doing this and hold them in the center. I believe that may be where Jake comes in," Nyomi explained, "well, whatever happens won't work until the moon comes up, we're lucky that its a full moon tonight, otherwise we'd have next to no chance of making it work." 
	"A purification ritual? Can't you banish or smite or destroy or SOMETHING?"
	"Its the best I can do, and it looks like our mojo is a little more passive than what we're up against." Her eyes moved to Jennifer and back to Sara, not wanting to admit how she got the changes to stop. 

	End of Chapter 4