Making More Mandys

MAKING MORE MANDYS

It happened at a social mixer for content creators. It took a while for Mandy to make it up as far as she did. From the first stream she accidentally flashed her tits, to now where she was respected and receiving all kinds of sponsorship deals that loved what she was doing and thought she’d be a great face for the company. Mandy recently received one special sponsor and took their TF pill right before the party…

And right before she met Silvia. Silvia was also attending this social media mixer, hoping to chance upon an encounter that would help her out with some of the content she had been working on. The only shame was that she had no idea how to start a conversation with any of the people she was in the room with.

Everyone already knew the people they were talking to in this meeting that was supposedly about giving people a chance to meet. There was a social wall that Silvia could not surpass no matter how hard she tried to find a way over it. She found her way to the punch bowl and filled her cup. She took one sip and realized pretty quickly that it was alcoholic. She sighed, not wanting to be rude and frankly welcoming something that might give a little social lubricant. She finished her cup and filled it up again before returning to the party.

There wasn’t much movement, people already well settled in to their nooks and sitting on the pastel colored trendy couches to talk to each other. Everyone was extremely well dressed and pretty. It was sort of surreal to be around them, though Silvia knew appearance wise she belonged here. After all, she was a gorgeous fox herself. Anyone who wasn’t a fox was playing the world on hard mode, gasping to catch up.

And after one more drink, she returned to the punch bowl and this is where things finally begin.

Mandy reached for the ladle first but was surprised to find Silvia’s paw already on it. “Oh, sorry about that!”

Silvia gave a slightly disgusted expression and forced a smile. “It’s alright, I’ll wash up in a few,” She took the ladle and poured the booze in to her cup. She lifted it to drink and lowered it from her sight. Like a magic trick, Mandy went from nervous looking to a touch upset.

               “Was there… something on my hands?” Mandy blinked.

               “Oh, not that I can tell…” Silvia blinked. “It’s just that you’re a raccoon.”

               Mandy blinked twice. A third time as if that’d make it different. “I’m… sorry?”

               “No, I am,” Silvia muttered, clearly a bit nervous herself but she was fairly certain she wasn’t speaking out of term. “Raccoons dig through trash right? Not that I can smell you or anything, but typically they’re dirty.”

               “Umm…?” Mandy cleared her throat and took the ladle next. “Foxes… aren’t that much cleaner. They live outside, y’know?”

               “Oh, they’re quite sanitary, especially if I’m any proof!” Silvia playfully smiled.

               Mandy was clearly frustrated and felt her heart beating quicker. What she wasn’t expecting was to look down and see that her shorts were completely struggling to hold her back. She gulped and turned away. She barely explained why she was absconding, probably yelled something out like “I’ll go wash my hands”! but she needed to get to the bathroom immediately.

               She barely made it to the stall in time before her pants ripped open and her huge throbbing raccoon cock burst forth from her loins. She already had it grown of course but she never had an issue where all of a sudden it would double in size. And need.

               The throbbing was insistent, a constant thrumming need that wouldn’t leave her alone. Heat emenated from it and sweat dripped from her forehead. Mandy slowly wrapped her hands around it and began to try and quell it with one careful long strong after another, her closed hand stopping right at her canine knot before rising back up to the tip.

               Pleasure rolled around her like a vacuum cleaner sucking up yarn, wrapping tighter and tighter until there weren’t any clear thoughts left in her head. She hunched over the toilet and wagged her tail frantically. “Fuck fuck fuck—holy shit this feels insane… W-what the fuck?” She never needed to jerk off harder in her entire life. Just a few more thrusts that’s all she needed. She closed her eyes…

               And felt her cum shoot like a bullet. She sprayed a long web of cum out from her, swearing she could hear some hit the ceiling. But she heard something else that she wasn’t expecting. She opened her eyes and saw that Silvia the fox had followed her to the restroom, curious if something she said had gone too far. But now she had an even worse idea.

               “Y-you nasty raccoon!” Silvia gasped, shaking some of the cum from her fingertips. “I should’ve known…! You were just going back here to… were you doing it to me?!”

               “No! No! You don’t understand!” Mandy gasped. Though seeing Silvia right there made her feel like she could go again… Her cock was surging with so much energy, so much lust that demanded more of her. Something was definitely wrong but she had no idea how to fix it or what exactly it was.

               Silvia had already felt the damage done and walked over to the sink. She pulled out plenty of paper towels from the dispenser and ran it through the warm water and brushed her face over and over. The first pass got most of it though her fur still looked a little off. The second and third pass got her a bit closer but she was still not quite as clean as she could be. She reached for more towels and noticed her hand fur was a bit off too.

               Darker in color, it was as if her red fur was so damp and covered that it was losing its illustrious sheen and becoming less appealing, at least to her mind. She turned and saw Mandy was still struggling to her shorts back up, especially with how they were damaged. Pfft, just a stupid little raccoon…

               Siliva’s bra strap began to audibly groan as it was pushed to its limit. She thought it was just an old pair. Her feet hurt inside of her shoes. She just wasn’t used to wearing heels. Her hips struggled to move inside of her skirt, again just an old pair. She panted and huffed, her cheeks turning red. Just the alcohol catching up to her. Everything was okay. She knew for a fact that every single thing was going to be completely and utterly okay.

               Hot air left her mouth as she panted. Her hand reached for the door and wrapped around it. Right as she was about to open the door she looked at her reflection again from the bathroom mirror and saw her eyes looking back at her. Around her face was a dark near black furry mask. Her eyes widened and she released the door knob and went running back to the mirror in complete shock.

               “T-this can’t be… there’s no way this can be happening?!” She grabbed more paper towels with her larger raccoon paws and tried to rub out the ink again. It wouldn’t budge. It was in far too deep. The fur around the mask was growing greyer by the second. She gasped as one of the hooks on her bra broke. Squeeze and shuttering, her boobs had ballooned a few sizes bigger and were now fully prepared to burst out from their prison if only something would give in and let them snap free from the confines.

               What could she do, the tension rose. She pushed back on her heel and felt the heel snap off of her shoe. Or at least she thought that was all that happened but the entire shoe had burst apart. Her lower paw had grown nice and big, the underside with swollen dark toe beans, and the foot itself now well marked with sharper claws and a larger shape. She looked to the other shoe and could recognize now the early signs of it changing. The creaking of the shoe, the seams bursting apart from having to try so hard to hold it all in. All that was waiting was some mechanism of tension to let her loose.

               “I’m not… turning in to some stinky raccoon…” She looked over at Mandy and saw that the horny girl had completely given in to her lusts. Maybe before her excuse was convincing but this time there was no denying. She was jerking off that fat terrible cock to the sight of Silvia transforming. There was no shame to be found in those blue eyes, no regret whatsoever. She was going to watch the entire thing and become more and more enraptured by it, gazing at Silvia as she hit every stage of denial and fighting it.

               Crrrk. The shoe struggled to keep the paw in, the free paw becoming what Silvia had to depend on the most. All the thoughts in her head were swirling and she was trying to discover what she could possibly do to stop it. She’d just go back out in to the party and explain what was happening. Surely they’d be able to help! Silvia went to adjust her dress, pushing it down against her ready to burst tits… and noticed…

               Whenever her skirt was pushed back to a certain degree so it was taut between her legs… she almost swore she could see a bump. A bulge. Normally she would have ignored it and thought that it was nothing just her panties resting weirdly on her frame… but it was the fact that it felt good when she did that… That she could feel blood pushing through it and it growing rapidly warmer. That it was pushing now against the skirt even when she wasn’t holding her skirt down around it to observe it. And that she was feeling how hard and stiff it was getting, like a long terrible growth that she had no mechanism to stop as inevitable as breath. And burgeoned and stiffened and climbed up her dress until the outline of it brushed at the underside of her tits. She felt a strange, horrible warmth, damp and sticky, prod at her breasts that were so desperate to break loose. She touched the bulge—

               Struck by lighting. She collapsed down on to her knees and wrapped both hands around the bulge in her dress and began frantically riding her hands up and down against the outline of her new cock, moaning and gasping and letting spit run down the corner of her muzzle. “I have…” Oh she sounded very drunk. “Cock… mmmphhh… cock… s-stop… don’t want…” She hesitated as her voice changed pitches, starting to sound more and more familiar.

               “Cock sooo good…” Mandy said.

               “So good…” Silvia replied, shocked at how hard it was to tell the difference between the two voices. She looked again at the mirror from where she was on the floor and saw that most of her red hair had turned dark and now only a single swipe of her hair had remained red. But it was a different red.

               A red that grew closer as Mandy crawled over to her. She licked her lips and let her glasses slide down the bridge of her nose. She wrapped a hand around Silvia’s cock and began jerking her off. HHHNG?!” Silvia gasped. She tried to push Mandy’s hand away but the lust was absorbing her. How good it felt… she squeezed her toes and felt her claws tap against her soft pawpads.

               Mandy kept going, watching in delight at the girl squirming below her. The more she stroked the more the changes progressed. The grey fur climbed up and down her body slowly snuffing out every spot of fox fur and replacing it with raccoon. Soon even her muzzle had changed shaped, something more stout and less noble and elegant. That of a pure trash panda.

               Their muzzles met and Silvia desperately opened her maw. The kiss was a great relief, a place for Silvia to push all that tension and push her tongue forward to meet its sister. And it let her muffle her moan as she came. Mandy pushed her hand all the way down and forced the former fox to cum her identity away. Thick rivets and streams of cum shot, coating the underside of her big porn tits and pooled up inside her dress and soaked through the material. Her bra burst finally and her boobs sloshed forward, letting some of the cum out of the seal without any further hesitation.

               The kiss broke. “So good…” Mandy 2 said, moaning out with the same voice as the original. Her eyes were dizzy and she couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening. The first Mandy had stopped jerking her off, turning to her own cock to give it some attention. 2 grabbed her phone and tried again and again to unlock it but the face ID simply wasn’t working for her no matter how hard she tried.

               She stood up, her shattered dress falling from her and leaving her completely naked. She didn’t looking anything at all like the woman she came in as. And she knew who that person was but she was struggling to remember them.

               “Mandy?” The first asked. The second turned.

               “Mandy…?” The second replied. The first nodded. Both of them were throbbing so hard. They both felt it in equal measure. Thoughts were rare and vacant in that bathroom. The second sat back down and slowly crawled over, her porn body jiggling with every movement forward.

               Her lips spread and brought the head in to her mouth. The first returned the favor, crawling over so they would be perfectly locked together as needed. Their mouths full, they began to push down around those perfect cocks. Up and down, loudly slurping and no longer caring about anything else in the world. They were horny raccoons. There was no more to be said or arguments compelling.

               Mandy wrapped her legs around her twinmate, claws flexing in the air. The other gurgled and gagged on the cock but didn’t fail to keep pleasing it. The pace just picked up, her face tight around the seal to keep the pressure building. Higher and higher and higher…

               Until, as perfectly made twins, they came at the same time, blowing so much cum that it began to spill. And both were so similar they leaked at the same time and leaked the same amount making quite the puddle around them.

               It was an hour later when the effects finally subsided and Mandy could think rationally again. They retreated back to Mandy’s apartment where she learned that the little pill she had taken beforehand for her sponsored stream interfered with some of her other transformations and made her… very contagious and very horny.

               “Well, at least I’m back to normal now. So here ya go…” Mandy reached in to her bag and pulled out her stabilizer, a pill to turn you back to your default form. Silvia took it and swallowed.

               And…

               Nothing… changed.

               Silvia looked at Mandy… and tried to hard the strange erection she suddenly felt tense against her. She wanted to hide it and pretend the situation was more tragic… maybe the transformation had messed with her brain but she didn’t suffer and further. “Call me Mandy again…”

               “Mandy?”

               The second crawled on to first’s lap. “That’s right~” She purred. “Mandy~”