Mei-Ling hummed pleasantly to herself as she emerged from the private bathhouse on her family's estate. She had discarded her bathrobe on the steps beyond the pools, as there couldn't possibly be another pair of eyes anywhere near this area thanks to the Kinai clan's ferociously efficient security.
And yet, Mei couldn't puzzle out why the bathrobe was missing, and how a different pair of neatly folded clothes was now lying in its place on the step. She looked around, scoping the brush surrounding the bathhouse with all her senses turned up to full. Not a thing seemed to be stirring but a gentle breeze.
Looking again at the pile of fabric, curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the top item and watched it unfold into a kimono made of fine silk. The other yards of fabric turned out to be another kimono, an obi, and sashes. They made a dazzling ensemble of white and blue, with gold trim that gleamed brilliantly in the midday sun.
A smile stretched its way across Mei-Ling's face as she caressed the silk between her fingers. Only one of her sisters could have afforded this luxurious ensemble, and could have snuck it in without being detected.
Not one for looking a gift horse in the mouth, Mei hesitated no longer and proceeded to dress herself.
Mei-Ling twirled around the tiled pool patio, watching her extravagant fabric ripple and flow with her movements. Her fiery red hair danced a circle around the gold and blue silk. Once her bubbly zeal had subsided, she came to a stop and simply admired the elegant craftsmanship of her lovely gift. She rubbed a sleeve, feeling the exquisite softness of the silk.
Her hand slid up and down her arm, slowing and slowing as Mei's mind drifted. It felt good...really good. She began to feel a tingle flow through her. It was warm. Soothing.
She snapped back to reality, wondering why she was suddenly feeling so horny. She realized her hand was now pawing the material around her privates.
Mei-Ling managed to cease her hand's stroking, only to watch as it bloated in size. She began to panic as the growth began to spread to her arms, which thickened to match her enormous hands. Then a painful tightening in her torso made her cringe. The delicate obi that bound her waist was stifling her. With newfound power in her growing muscles and a strong intake of air to her lungs, Mei burst through the extravagant material, tearing off the outer kimono layer. Shreds of silk glided silently to the ground amid the heavy huffing of Mei as she indulged in large gulps of air.
Mei's mind was a torrent of thoughts. Questions desperate for logical answers buzzed back and forth. Why was this happening to her? What was she becoming? Meanwhile she was desperately fighting off increasingly strong carnal urges. Her instincts were threatening to overpower her. A wild thirst for pleasure grew as her body thrust itself upward and outward.
As new muscle piled on the old, a sudden tightening at her wrists and ankles alerted Mei-Ling to the appearance of leather bindings, accompanied by large golden rings set for hooking onto chains or other such restraints. Mortified at what these new adornments could represent, Mei stared in fear as she continued to struggle for clarity amid the swarm of emotions threatening to overtake her rational mind.
In another surge of growth, Mei's thick new horns rammed into the awning of the bathhouse, startling the growing beast and tearing a sizable chunk out of the structure. The unexpected blow was all that was needed to break Mei's concentration and topple her mind over the edge. She drew back her hulking body in a ferocious, deep-throated roar, smashing further into the ceiling of the bathhouse but caring not. Her tail, once a slender rope of black fur, was hardening into a segmented scorpion's tail, and now whipped around behind her unchecked. One powerful swing splintered a nearby support column as the girl continued her descent into carnal animal instincts.
Her transformation was finally reaching its end, but Mei-Ling felt no resolution. Her mind was still afire with thoughts of physical pleasures...pleasures which she could not avail herself of in this lonely part of the grounds. She was frustrated...enraged by her inability to satiate her wild thirst. She violently rose up in her new powerful form and howled so forcefully it rattled the nearby tree branches and sent any bird or forest creature within half a mile scurrying madly in the other direction.
The manticore-like beast that had been Mei-Ling licked its fangs and flexed its muscles. It needed to hunt, to strike, to rend flesh and take in the delicious juices of her prey. Even moreso, it needed to mate. Perhaps the latter first, and then the former, or both at the same time. It mattered not to the feral creature how, or to who...only that she act on this directive immediately, and forever.
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