Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

Big Cat Leggings

by Fidget

Chapter 1: Calico

Amy plopped herself down on the couch to watch some TV after a long, hard day at work. At twenty-four, she had recently been promoted to head of social media relations for the local department store chain where she worked, and though she was exceptionally good at walking the marketing tightrope that was modern corporate social media, the young professional still came home at the end of most days completely exhausted.

Before she had the opportunity to fully relax, however, she heard a knock at the door. Hopping up, the petite, 5'2" brunette made her way across the living room and checked the peephole. Outside, she saw a surprisingly tall, voluptuous older woman who appeared to be in her early 40s, dressed in a black pleather jacket, a daringly low-cut pink tank top, and obnoxiously loud leopard-print leggings. The freckles from years of tanning beds were clearly visible on the woman's impressive cleavage, and Amy could tell that she worked hard for her figure by the toned thighs clearly visible through her skin-tight leggings. The outfit was cheap, tacky, and garish, though Amy had to admit that this woman somehow made it look oddly sexy on her curvy, mature figure. She was the kind of MILF that her son's friends would fantasize about for weeks after having them over for dinner, and she looked like she did everything she could to encourage the attention. She was holding a bag and clipboard, and the sharp, almost predatory look on her features was clearly visible despite the oversized sunglasses she was wearing.

It was obvious what was about to happen, but Amy didn't want to be rude, and so she braced herself and opened the door.

"Hi! I'm Karen! I live just down the street, and thought I'd introduce myself! I'm a Brand Advisor for a new, trendy leggings company whose product will absolutely blow you away! I used to always get back pain, but then ..."

Of course her name is Karen, Amy thought to herself, tuning out the majority of her neighbor's monologue. Entirely too familiar with MLM tactics from her own job in social media, after letting Karen talk for a minute or so, Amy interrupted mid-spiel with a polite "I'm not interested", and began to shut the door. Karen, however, didn't seem to want to take "no" for an answer, and had the audacity to slide her foot into the doorway before it could close. Annoyed, Amy opened the door back up, prepared to tell Karen off for her unprofessionalism, but found an opened pair of hideous leggings patterned after a Calico housecat thrust into her face instead.

"Here, just see how soft the fabric is!" Karen pleaded. "If you still don't want them once you've seen how great they feel, I'll leave you alone, I promise!"

"Fine," Amy said, willing to do whatever it took to get this suspiciously sexy older woman to leave her alone. She stretched out a hand to awkwardly pet the blotchy fabric, but was surprised to discover that the leggings were remarkably soft and silky. In fact, it was entirely too easy to just stand there, sliding her fingers across the smooth material, enjoying the pleasant tingle starting up in her hand from what she assumed must be the marvelous texture...

"See!? I told you they felt great!" Karen burst out, shaking Amy out of her reverie, and causing her to jerk her hand away from the leggings in surprise. Immediately, she felt an odd sense of loss, and was seized with a strong desire to reach out and touch them once more.

"Can I hold them?" Amy heard herself ask, and then once again felt the bliss of running her hands over the audacious but strangely appealing leggings, as both of her palms grew warm and tingly upon contact with the fabric. Amy was suddenly overcome with a need to feel them on her legs, and before she knew it, she was asking how much the leggings were, and then she was mechanically reaching into her purse to hand over $50, completely oblivious to the look of satisfied victory on Karen's face.

Instead, Amy immediately began rubbing her hands over the leggings, trying to get as much tingly skin contact as she could with the cheap, nylon-lycra blend material. "Don't you need my size?" Amy asked distractedly, but Karen responded, "Oh, they're one size fits all! They stretch to fit your body size, no matter how big you get!"

Amy thought that was an odd way of putting it, but she was so engrossed in the addicting sensation of rubbing the leggings against her skin that she didn't pay it much mind. She vaguely noticed that Karen had begun speaking again.

"Would you be interested in becoming a Brand Ambassador for Big Cat Leggings yourself? It gives you the power to be your own boss, set your own hours, and work whenever you want, all while giving you the financial independence you've always dreamed of! If you sign right here, I can get you set up with your very own first Big Cat shipment!"

"What? No thank you," Amy responded automatically, not really paying attention, before she shut the door in Karen's face and hurried to her bedroom, excited to try on her own overpriced, tacky, cat-print leggings.

Once in the bedroom, Amy threw herself onto the bed and quickly stripped off the athletic shorts that she usually wore around the house, leaving her in nothing but her loose t-shirt and panties. She slowly pulled the leggings over her feet, and savored the cool sensuality of slowly sliding them up her smooth legs, glad that she had remembered to shave that day. As she continued to pull them up, past her knees, over her slender young thighs, a tingly warmth started around her ankles and followed the cool sensation up her legs as she continued to pull the leggings higher and higher up her body. Finally, she was squeezing them over her hips, feeling them wrap tightly yet comfortingly around her as the gaudy leggings molded themselves to her small curves.

Her skin lit up with pleasure at all of the silky contact, but before she could give herself over to it entirely, she realized that something was wrong. It was as though there was still more skin that should be touching the leggings, but wasn't, and her attention was drawn down to the indentation her panties were making underneath the Calico pattern.

How could she have been so stupid? Amy couldn't bring herself to pull the leggings all the way off to take off her panties; it was all she could do to pull them down to her thighs for the few seconds necessary to grab a pair of scissors, cut her panties off, and pull them out of from between her legs before sliding the leggings back up to nestle snugly against her naked vulva. Finally, all was right with the world, and it only took a few seconds for Amy to feel the pleasurable, sexual tingle of her pussy as the leggings began affecting it just as they had affected every other part of her.

Amy continued to lay on the bed for the better part of an hour, enjoying the feeling of sensuously rubbing her hands up and down her spandex-clad legs. It felt so good to just keep softly stroking herself through her leggings, and inevitably her fingers began to make their way closer and closer to the center of her pleasure, her tingly little pussy, which was itself wrapping Amy in waves of pleasant sexual arousal, thanks to the stimulating sensations coming from the leggings nestled tightly against her nether lips.

Finally, her fingers began to lightly brush against herself, and Amy was surprised by the intensity of the pleasure she felt touching herself through the thin leggings, leaving her practically gasping at even the lightest contact. She was far more sensitive than she had ever been, and as she continued to stroke, she began to press harder into herself against the leggings, wanting more of that sensation, sliding the smooth fabric back and forth through her sensitive labia, before making a startling discovery. There was a cleverly-disguised hole in the crotch of the leggings, designed to stay closed and invisible under most circumstances, but which readily opened when it was time for Amy's pussy to be penetrated.

What an odd design choice, Amy briefly thought to herself, before reaching over to her nightstand to grab her dildo and take full advantage of her leggings' exciting new feature.

The sight of her thick toy sliding through her Calico leggings as it disappeared up into her again and again, combined with the tingly, heightened sensitivity of her needy pussy, quickly had Amy gasping and clenching in orgasm, which she rode out while rubbing her other hand up and down her leg, because her leggings just felt that good.

Well, if anything these things are worth $50 for use as a masturbatory aid alone, Amy thought, collapsing back against her pillow to recover.

Once she had regained her composure, realizing that she was ravenously hungry all of a sudden, Amy climbed out of bed and proceeded to eat most of the food in the house, before finally settling down to watch some TV in peace. So much of her attention was focused on enjoying the warm, tingly feeling in her legs, hips, and thighs, however, as she continued to run her hands across the soft fabric, she found herself completely unable to follow the plot. After a few more hours indulging in the new, addicting sensations coming from the lower half of her body, Amy decided to call it a night.

As she got ready for bed, Amy couldn't bring herself to take the leggings off, and instead found herself sliding under the sheets still wearing them, savoring the feeling of her high thread count sheets rubbing along the silky fabric. It seemed like every action she took while wearing the leggings was charged with sexually, and she found herself buzzing with tempting arousal once again from the constant, tingly stimulation. Deciding to forgo enjoying herself for the time being, she rolled over, and quickly sank into a deep slumber, full of erotic dreams.

Waking up the next morning after the best sleep of her life, Amy immediately knew that something was wrong with her, something was different. She sat up, and noticed that her center of balance was off. Her chest felt oddly heavy, and upon looking down, it appeared that her small breasts were pushing her pajama t-shirt further out than they usually did. That wasn't all, she discovered as she stood up in surprise, almost losing her balance in the process - her oversized shirt, which normally hung down almost to her knees, was up around her thighs. Amy was taller, or at least her legs were longer, which explained her unfamiliar sense of balance, and her thighs and hips felt thicker as well as she ran her hands over her legging-encased legs in what had already become a habitual motion. In fact, she thought, moving over to stand in front of her full-length mirror, I look a bit larger and a bit curvier all around.

She pulled up her shirt and confirmed that her breasts, which had been small A-cups, had swollen to be at least a small B, which would give her visible cleavage for the first time in her life. It had never occurred to Amy to feel inadequate about her body before, but she couldn't deny that the extra mass in exactly the right places looked good on her, and she was torn between an uncharacteristic feeling of pride at her leggier, curvier look, and a feeling of violation at having this budding sexiness thrust upon her without her consent.

Amy had known that there was something unnatural and dangerous about the way that the leggings had affected her, but it had felt so good that she hadn't really cared, and she never dreamed that the pleasant, innocuous tingling sensation she had been enjoying for the past twelve hours would trigger an actual, physical transformation. As Amy stood there, still absentmindedly rubbing her legging-clad legs as the itch of arousal in her pussy tempted her with another masturbation session, she could no longer deny the truth - the leggings were changing her, in body and in mind.

Amy took the opportunity to focus on how she was feeling as she gave in to the urge to stroke herself through her leggings once more. She noticed that the pleasant tingly feeling of the Calico fabric against her legs had begun to fade somewhat, and in its place she noticed what felt like a hunger for... something... growing within herself. As she continued to slide her fingers over her tingly pussy lips through the luxurious material, her fingertips once more began to play around the hidden opening in the fabric, and it wasn't long before she was clenching in orgasm again. The sexual release took the edge off her arousal, though, and allowed her to start getting ready for work in time.

Amy hated the idea of wearing the leggins to the office, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to remove them, and quickly found that she couldn't even bring herself to wear pants over them to cover up their hideous, blotchy pattern, which itself was somehow starting have an ironic appeal to her, like a joke so bad it was almost good. Her small bras felt a bit uncomfortable on her swollen, sensitive breasts, so she decided to do without, going instead with an opaque blouse that felt a bit tight over her larger frame and left about a half inch of midriff visible on her longer torso.

She felt oddly drawn to heels that day, so she dug around in her closet until she found a pair that nearly worked with the outfit that she had cobbled together. Overall, the look was quite bold for her, but she didn't really have any other choice, and the thought of the extra attention she might get wearing it sent a small tingle through her. Amy spent more time in front of her vanity mirror than usual that morning, feeling especially sexy as she applied thicker lipstick, mascara, and eyeshadow than she had in months.

All day at work, Amy kept getting glances from her coworkers, both male and female, though it was the male attention that fueled her arousal and tempted her to act out in uncharacteristic ways. When the new intern, only two years younger than Amy at twenty-two and fresh out of college, came into her office to ask her a question, Amy was unable to stop herself from unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, watching confidently as his gaze dropped to her small cleavage, and looking him knowingly in the eye as she delivered her answer to his query. She felt herself flush with powerful arousal watching his cute little cheeks turn pink in embarrassment as he backed into her door on his way out.

Once he left, Amy cringed in embarrassment herself at her shameless behavior, cursing herself for her indiscretion and unprofessionalism, and knowing that an accusation of sexual misconduct in the workplace could easily end her career. He didn't look offended though, she thought to herself as her arousal at the situation got the better of her, and she slipped a hand down behind her desk to rub at her pussy through her leggings once more, teasing her fingers around the hidden hole that led directly into her depths. He looked interested.

Her shame at her behavior toward the intern was nothing compared to her self-consciousness when some of her female coworkers took it upon themselves to comment on her out-of-character look, however.

"Hey boss, that's an... interesting... choice of outfit you've got on today," one of the junior staff snarked.

"Hey, it's 2020! Athleisure is the name of the game," Amy responded, trying to sound confident even as she winced inwardly at just how tacky her leggings had to look in a professional environment, especially combined with the almost risqué nature of the rest of her outfit and makeup. Even so, once she left the room Amy found herself absentmindedly rubbing her hands over her Calico leggings as though nothing had happened, enjoying the tingling sensation even as it continued to slowly fade, almost as if the leggings' seductive essence were somehow being absorbed by her own body.

Over the next few days, Amy seemed unable to prevent herself from continuing to grow and swell into what was undeniably a ripe, sexual maturity, thanks to the stupid cat leggings that she still couldn't bring herself to take off, or even stop rubbing herself all over, for that matter. Her breasts had expanded into full C-cups - not the cute, perky little C-cups of someone her age, but somehow instead the swollen, protruding, post-childbirth C-cups of a sexually experienced older woman, with large, dark areolas and thick, sensitive nipples. Her waist had stayed thin, ostensibly to emphasize her hourglass figure, but her ass and thighs had swollen as well, thick and toned. The leggings had no problem swelling alongside her enhanced assets, even lengthening as her legs continued to grow and her overall height increased, and they continued to feel wonderful as the slick fabric hugged her pronounced curves even more tightly.

Amy had quickly become unable to hide her physical changes from her coworkers, and she burned with embarrassment as her new, larger frame and stature became the hottest office gossip. When asked about it directly, Amy had fibbed that, according to her doctors, she was undergoing a late hormonal change, almost a second puberty, and that her hormonal fluctuations accounted for her height gain as well as her new, increasingly voluptuous figure.

That explanation couldn't account for her continuing to show up to work every day in the same pair of leggings, however, and the increasingly concerned faces of her female coworkers at the constant sight of the garish Calico pattern continued to weigh heavily on Amy's mind, even as she looked at her outfits each morning in the mirror with increasing fondness. She wore the leggings day and night, rubbing and stroking herself through them constantly, never taking them off, but somehow they never seemed to get dirty, no matter how often she got dirty in them as her masturbation sessions became more and more common and her sex drive continued to ramp up.

She hoped her hormonal explanation would account for her behavioral changes, however, since her desire to naughtily show off her new assets had grown just as her assets themselves had, to the point that Amy had gone to the mall the previous day specifically to buy clothing to show herself off, though she had convinced herself that it was merely to replenish her wardrobe, most of which no longer fit her larger, broader, bustier self. She also found herself drawn to red lipstick and dark eyeshadow, and began painting her nails for the first time in her life, bright red, of course.

As she looked into the mirror each morning to apply her makeup, Amy was surprised to discover that the leggings' changes hadn't been limited to her body. Her face was beginning to look older, more severe, with barely visible smile lines and even the slight beginnings of crow's feet starting to form in the corners of her eyes. Her face had somehow lost most of its youthful cuteness in favor of a sensual, angular maturity, and Amy could have sworn she suddenly looked thirty instead of her sprightly twenty-four.

Even so, Amy found herself constantly filled to bursting with a vivacious, exuberant sexual energy that seemed to grow stronger the longer she wore the leggings. The initial tingling sensation had continued to gradually fade, until she couldn't feel it at all, though it still felt wonderful to slide her hands over the smooth material tightly wrapping her skin. That odd hunger had continued to grow in its place, however, a gaunt, almost feral need that strengthened into an overwhelming predatory instinct whenever she was around her male coworkers, and particularly her young male coworkers. She found herself showing off her swelling body more and more confidently to the men in the office each day, and found them reacting to her flirtation with increasing interest.

Amy noticed that she wasn't throwing herself at the men like a silly young girl, however; it was more like a careful, calculated seduction, almost as if she were some sort of predator stalking her prey. And, with each successful step of the hunt, characterized by the young men paying more and more attention to her curvy, mature body, and reacting to her innocent-seeming flirtations more and more strongly in spite of themselves, Amy felt herself growing increasingly sexually frustrated, finding it more difficult to resist initiating the physical contact that her hormonal, MILFy body craved.

Each night she would cringe at herself, and agonize over her embarrassing behavior, but the next day she seemed even more unable to hold herself back. She continued to feel the most drawn to the cute little intern, who was finding himself deeply affected by her confident flirtations and the sight of her busty figure, to the point where he would already be sporting a tasty looking erection whenever he came into her office to talk with her. Each time, looking pointedly up at him from under eyelids heavier and heavier with eyeshadow, Amy would unbutton or pull down whatever shirt she was wearing, tempting him with more and more of her soft flesh as her breasts continued to grow larger, fuller, and rounder each day, Eventually, the young man began seeking out excuses to come visit her, and at that point Amy could take stalking and toying with her prey no longer, and gave in to her instinct to pounce.

In preparation for the intern's next visit, Amy completely removed her bra, leaving her large breasts pressed, heavy and full, against the thin, translucent material of her blouse, the shadow of her darkened areolas clearly visible through the thin fabric. When the intern entered her office a few minutes later, Amy smiled as his eyes immediately dropped to her chest, and she again unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, giving the boy the appealing eyefull of freckled tit-flesh that his virile young body craved. This time, however, once Amy was sure that she had his full attention, she stood up, walked past the startled young man, and shut the door. Turning around, she slowly backed him into the wall, ruby lips smiling flirtatiously under eyes smouldering with devilish intent.

"I really like you, she glanced down at his nametag ... David. Do you like me?" She fluttered her lashes innocently, relishing the sensation of sliding her smooth, legging-clad thigh against the rougher material of his khakis as she leaned her heavy breasts into his chest. She had initially been somewhat shorter than David, and much more petite, but now, two inches taller than him at 5'8", she looked hungrily down into his eyes and savored the look she saw there, one of innocent fear at the helpless arousal he was experiencing in her presence, and at the overwhelming need he was feeling for her body.

"Yes, Ms. Stevenson, I like you a lot," the boy stammered as Amy began to gently stroke the bulge extending partway down his inner thigh with a single, bright-red fingernail.

"That's very good David," Amy responded, leaning down and placing her soft cheek against his, so that her bright red lips could whisper directly into his ear. "I think we should spend some time together alone. Do you want to spend some time together?" she whispered, adding another fingernail to her stimulation of her prey's eager, susceptible member.

"Y-yes, Ms. Stevenson."

"Then meet me in the maintenance closet in five minutes," she husked, giving his dick a squeeze. "Don't be late."

When he met her exactly five minutes later, as promised, Amy wasted no time opening up her blouse to his hungry eyes, and her pussy gushed at the look of shocked amazement on his inexperienced face at the sight of the swollen tits hanging heavily off her chest in all their glory. She gently grabbed his head and pulled him down to her naked breasts, and the young man immediately buried his face in her generous cleavage, making Amy's knees go weak with sensation as he greedily sucked on her thick nipples. In the meantime, Amy unfastened his pants and pulled out his fully erect dick, which throbbed against her hand as she continued to stroke it. Finally, she pulled his face away from her chest and sank down onto her knees, aware of the pleasant coolness of the maintenance closet floor through her silky leggings.

She looked up at him with smoky eyes as she wrapped her soft red lips around the tip of his cock. She could tell from the look on his face that she had completely subdued her prey, and that he was completely at her mercy as she continued to lick and suck and stroke.

God I love this, Amy thought to herself as her cute young toy began to lose control from the intensity of her stimulation. He came quickly due to his inexperience, but Amy loved every second of it; it was like she was somehow feeding off his youthful energy as he continued to empty himself between her ruby-red lips, and she savored the sight of his eyes looking down at hers with an expression of panic combined with irresistible, undeniable ecstasy.

Once he had finished, Amy stood up and tucked him back into his pants, before wiping a drop of his semen off the corner of her mouth and sensuously licking it off her finger. David started to open his mouth, but she quickly pressed a red fingernail against his lips.

"Shhh, sweet boy," she whispered, as his hands ventured up to heft and squeeze her heavy breasts once more. "Did you have a good time with mommy today?" He nodded, looking up at her with wide eyes, clearly still craving her flesh even though she had just made him cum.

"Good. Maybe we can do this again sometime soon, if you keep this a secret." David nodded again, and slowly, regretfully left the storage closet to go back to his desk. A few minutes later, after buttoning her blouse back up, Amy did the same.

When she got back to her office, however, Amy found herself entirely too keyed up to get back to work. She once again indulged in the addicting sensation of stroking her pussy through her Calico leggings, and though the warm, tingling feeling was gone now that the silky material had fully worked its transformative powers on her MILFy body, the pleasure was like nothing she'd ever felt, augmented by the thrill of her sexual conquest. She reached into her purse, glad that she'd decided to start taking her dildo to work with her, and less than a minute after sliding the thick phallus into the needy hole hidden in her leggings, she was gripped in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced.

As she slowly came down from her climax, however, she realized that, as good as her orgasm had been, she wouldn't be satisfied with a plastic dick for much longer. She had tasted how good a younger man's cock could be, and she needed more.

And thanks to her new leggings, she knew exactly how to get it.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Cheetah

Amy was still buzzing with arousal when she arrived home that evening. Stepping out of her car and walking down her driveway to get the mail, the sound of weights clanking drew her attention to the garage of the house next door, where her older neighbors' son Brad was working out. Brad was on a track and field scholarship to the local university, and Amy appreciated the way his tank top and gym shorts emphasized his wide shoulders and rippling muscles as the young man continued his workout.

Her mail forgotten, Amy felt herself drifting over to the garage next door, her lusty body drawn to the youthful masculinity on display like a moth to the flame. As she walked over, she began to rub her hands up and down her silky, spandex-clad thighs, like she always did when she was getting horny. "Hi Brad, are your parents home?"

Brad looked up from the barbells he was curling, momentarily confused by Amy's unfamiliar appearance before recognition dawned on his surprised face. "No Amy... uh, Ms. Stevenson," the boy corrected, looking her up and down. As young as she was, Amy loved being called "Ms. Stevenson", and she felt herself getting even wetter at his obvious interest in the new, curvier body she was displaying for him.

She toyed with the low neckline of her blouse, enjoying the sight of his eyes dropping hungrily to her chest. Little did he know that she was hungry too. "Do you know when they'll be back?"

"No, Ms. Stevenson. They should be gone for a few more hours, at least. You.. uh, you sure do look different today. Those tights are, uh, really colorful, and that shirt looks good on you."

"This old thing?" Amy asked casually as she pulled her plunging neckline even lower, disguising the motion as adjusting her top, and revealing even more of her creamy, lightly-freckled cleavage to the hormonal young stud in the process. "I do like wearing it, but I'm always worried that I'm going to just pop right out of it," she laughed as she pushed her breasts together with her upper arms, demonstrating just how poorly her blouse hid her swollen tits, still braless from her tryst with David earlier that afternoon. They threatened to spill out in front of Brad's wide, eager eyes, which suddenly looked like they might just pop right out of his head as well.

"I'm glad you like them though," she said, letting him know that she knew precisely what he meant by his compliment. "That reminds me - would you mind coming over to my house for a few minutes to help me with something?" she asked, cocking a carefully plucked eyebrow at him so that he would know exactly what she intended, as she shamelessly pushed her tits even further up out of her blouse for him.

His face took on the anxious look Amy loved to see on all of her prey, but the overwhelming need to sow his wild oats in his unexplainably hot, MILFy neighbor had sent hot blood throbbing insistently through his body, and so he nodded and began to towel off the sweat from his workout as Amy turned back toward her house.

As she led the eager cub back to her den, Amy briefly wondered if she should really be seducing the neighbors' kid, especially since she knew that she was only doing so because the changes the leggings had caused her in mind and body. Still, Brad was an adult, and was responsible for his own decisions. One more look back at his delicious physique made up her mind for her, and as Brad gave in to his own lust for her body and began to follow her to the house, his eyes locked onto his mature neighbor's thick, bouncing ass, every line of which was shown off to perfection by her tight Calico leggings. He managed to convince himself that this was only a social call, but as Amy bent over to unlock her front door, his honorable intentions flew out the window. A light patch of fabric in the crotch of her bright, colorful leggings was clearly outlining Amy's swollen vulva, which they both now knew that Brad would soon be sliding himself into.

Once inside the house, Amy felt a brief flush of irritation at seeing that Brad was still taller than she was, but she knew how to bring him down to her size, and wasted no time in opening her blouse for the young man. The sight of her heavy, pendulous breasts had the same effect on Brad that they had had on David, and seconds later he had bent over, and was sucking and groping as Amy began to squeeze his cock through his tight athletic shorts.

Finally having her prey exactly where she wanted him, Amy led her enraptured young lover over to the couch, freed his throbbing erection, and pulled him down on top of her. His hard, muscular body felt just right against the soft tissue of her curves, and she could tell that Brad was enjoying himself as well as he continued to grope her willing, mature body. Amy felt him instinctively probing and searching with his cock, and though the leggings were still between Brad and his goal, he couldn't help but rub himself against the soft material nonetheless.

Brad continued to slide his cock against the smooth fabric covering her pussy, the slight tingling sensation he felt in his dick somehow making him even harder, and filling him with a greater need to thrust himself into the tempting Amy, who, while still intimidating and powerful, was also soft, inviting, and receptive. "Ms. Stevenson, your leggings feel, uh, really good."

"They're about to feel even better," she responded huskily, gently grabbing his dick and lining it up with the hidden hole at her crotch. The smooth, pleasurable sensation engulfing the head of his cock was too much for Brad to resist, and he felt himself instinctively sliding further into the tight hole, wrapped in soft fabric, until he finally found himself inside the slick, wet embrace of his MILFy neighbor's pussy. Brad wasted no time and began thrusting vigorously into her, overwhelmed by the powerful sexuality of his neighbor's seductive body as Amy exerted her will over his own, directing and shaping his youthful strength for her own pleasure. Her prey was helpless to resist, and Brad felt himself driven closer and closer to orgasm by the slick friction of her tight pussy.

Amy's body was on autopilot as well, and she continued to slam her crotch against his as that thick, throbbing cock finally started to scratch the deep itch that had initially driven Amy to such wanton behavior, and would inevitably do so again. Right now, however, as her body began to seize up with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt, and her young lover began to reflexively stiffen within her as her slutty MILF body drove him over the edge, she felt the deep sense of satisfaction and contentment that came from a successful hunt, and she moaned and yowled her feral delight as she gripped and pulled at the tough, stretchy material covering her legs in ecstasy, as it rewarded her for her obedience.

This continued for the next few days - Amy would clandestinely have her way with David at work, and then seduce Brad for a quickie when she got home. Neither stud could resist the powerful, mature sexual energy that she was radiating, or the lure of sexual pleasure and release that her body promised, and then delivered. Even though Amy had grown larger in both height and measurements, she still somehow felt small and fierce, spry and powerful, and life had never been better.

All too soon, however, her perfect new life came crashing down after Brad unexpectedly rebuffed her a few days later, when she once again tempted him with her body after work.

"Sorry, Ms. Stevenson, I can't today. I've got plans with Mrs. Hernandez across the street this afternoon. Maybe some other time," he concluded, though from his words and the guilty look in his eyes it was clear that she had been replaced. Amy was dumbfounded - that shouldn't be possible, given the newfound power over men that had come with her erotic transformation and increased appetites. Her hunger hadn't decreased, but her influence somehow had, and she didn't know why.

Even so, she was preparing to respond, to overpower his reluctance with her breasts and irresistible sexuality as she'd done each day prior, but just then she caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, and glanced across the street to see the new and improved Mrs. Hernandez marching down her driveway toward them. Her raven hair shimmered in the wind, and Amy immediately recognized the Panther that was stalking her way as Mrs. Hernandez' powerful leg muscles flexed in the tight leggings she was wearing, black with purple highlights. Her neighbor's massive tits stood high and firm, looking almost fake in the audacity of their overt sexuality, and she had a savage look in her eyes as she continued to close the distance, towering over Amy with her new 6'2" stature.

Amy was suddenly stricken with an inexplicable feeling of fear and inadequacy at the sight of her previously friendly neighbor, knowing instinctively that she was no match for the apex predator striding over, and she quickly fled for the safety of her own home in shame, outclassed in every way, forced to surrender her tender prey to the larger, more capable hunter. She watched, red with embarrassment and sexual frustration, as Brad followed those powerful thighs back across the street, helpless to resist the call of the wild.

Amy spent the next half hour looking despondently out the window, watching all of the tasty men who walked past, but also noticing that her neighborhood suddenly seemed to be overrun with sexified women, wearing what were clearly Big Cat Leggings. Apparently the other women in her subdivision weren't able to resist the lure of the leggings' transformative seductions any more than she was, Amy thought helplessly, enjoying the sensual sensation of rubbing her legs together in spite of herself. Most of the women were wearing variants of her own housecat-themed leggings, mostly Tabbies of various colors and patterns, but she also saw a few of the bigger cats, including a young, spry lynx and even a dignified, elegant ocelot, both of which elicited the same instinctive feelings of unease and jealousy that she had felt with Mrs. Hernandez, with their more enhanced curves, superior muscle tone, intimidating height, and aura of aggressive authority.

Amy even recognized old Mrs. Edgefield, who she knew had to be at least in her sixties, but who suddenly looked almost ten years younger, with her sagging tits beginning to fill out against her daring blouse, and her ass looking higher and tighter than it had any right to at her age, highlighted by the cream coloring of the Siamese leggings they were encased in, giving way to the characteristic grayish brown midway down her calves. Her face was starting to take on the hungry, searching look Amy had seen on so many other women that day, and which she knew was reflected in her own face as well. She understood that each of these women was just as much a victim of their new bodies and desires as she was, all of them trapped by Big Cat Leggings, but all she could feel for them was jealousy, knowing that the new, predatory instincts the leggings had imbued them with were directly competing with her own voracious appetite for cock.

Disappointed and horny from an afternoon without sex, Amy decided to give up the hunt here at home and go clubbing, where there were sure to be plenty of virile young men to go around.

Amy knew this was the right decision as soon as she was waved in by a bouncer whose hungry eyes never made it above her breasts, which were on full display, accentuated by a tight, midriff-baring top with a plunging neckline that hugged her swollen curves and left very little to the imagination. Matched with her tasteful, attention-grabbing Calico leggings, Amy knew that every eye in the club would soon be on her.

She went straight to the dance floor, enjoying the weight of her heavy C-cups swinging around as she danced, feeding off the energy of the music as her keen eyes scanned the crowd for her next victim.

The guy Amy settled on was cute, not as muscular as Brad, but still with an appealing physique. From the drink in his hand, she could tell that he was at least 21, but from the way he tentatively sipped at it, she recognized the inexperience that she found so appealingly irresistible, and began to make her way across the floor, adjusting her cleavage for maximum effect as she did so.

"Hey cutie. Wanna dance?" she purred warmly, pressing her tits against his arm as his eyes lit up with desire, but then narrowed suspiciously.

"Another one? Man, it seems like I'm constantly getting hit on by old women these days."

"I'm only 24 though," Amy responded with feigned offense, deciding that a disarming demeanor would be less likely to scare her prey away. For now.

"Oh, nevermind then. Sorry about that," he said, red with embarrassment at having committed such a damning faux pas.

Amy quickly took advantage of seeing him off-balance. "It's ok! I went through a bit of a... growth spurt," she said, playfully running a fingernail across her chest and watching his eyes widen at being offered a free glance at this woman's soft, sexy tits. "Everyone thinks I'm older than I really am because of these." She gave them a quick squeeze to sink the hook.

"I'm Aiden," he said, awkwardly sticking out a hand, which Amy softly took and massaged with her thumb, looking into his eyes with an intensity that let him know that, once again, he had been snared, and wouldn't be able to resist giving her exactly what she wanted. She could smell her prey, the combination of his sudden unease and the testosterone-fueled musk of his desire for her.

"Hi Aiden, I'm Amy."

"And I'm Glenda!" she heard a low, husky voice rumble, and a massive body suddenly came between her and her prey. "And you're coming with me, so I can show you what a real woman is like!"

Amy looked up in surprise, and saw a woman of practically Amazonian proportions pulling Aiden away. She stood at least six feet, eight inches tall, and was far hippier, bustier, and more toned than Amy could ever hope to be, clad in skintight, unmistakable tiger-print leggings, and radiating a fierce, dominating energy that brooked no argument from either Amy or Aiden. Her breasts were gigantic and practically spherical, standing proudly off her chest like two basketballs that had been bolted on, and her ass was the same, two globes that had somehow been stuffed into her skintight, tiger-striped leggings.

"Hey little girl, where did you get those Calico leggings? They're a fine starter model, but they won't get you very far in this economy," the woman laughed, bending over the completely cowed Amy as if to offer friendly advice, though the fierce look on her face let her know that Aiden was now firmly off the table.

"Oh, I bought them from my neighbor, Karen Saunders."

"I know Karen!" the large woman boomed. "I'm her upline! I sold her her first pair of Big Cat a couple of weeks ago. What are you doing here though? Housecats aren't big enough to play in the clubs with Tigers."

"What about me?" Aiden interrupted suddenly, a bit miffed at being ignored, but still trapped in the woman's steel grip.

"Here honey, play with this," the giantess said distractedly, grabbing his hand and cupping it around the bottom of her ass, only inches away from her thick pussy lips. Aiden fell silent immediately, his attention fully focused on exploring the lower curves of that ass, and before long his small, probing fingers found a spot to tease that began to drive both of their arousal higher.

Amy answered. "I don't even really want to be here, but I can't seem to stop seducing younger guys! I wish I could just say 'no' to these stupid leggings!"

"Oh hun, no one says 'no' to the leggings," the Tigress said sympathetically. "Look at me - all of this strength as a Tiger, and I'm just as helpless to resist what they've done to me as you are. I might be able to help you out though, since it's pretty clear that you're in a bit over your head. Now, I can't get you tiger print, like I have, of course, but I do happen to have a pair of Cheetah here that would definitely be an upgrade over the Calico you've been wearing."

"Do you get better pairs by selling the leggings yourself?"

"Hun, that's the only way to get the good models, the ones that will get you all of the hot young cock your little pussy is craving now," the blonde Tigress replied, pulling a pair of leggings out of her handbag with a massive arm, and holding them out to Amy at practically eye-level. "Here, see how they feel."

Amy reached out without thinking, but as soon as her fingers touched the creamy yellow and black speckled fabric it was already too late. She immediately recognized felt the warm, tingly sensation she'd felt when she first touched her Calico leggings, but this time the sensation was even more intense, and once more she found herself overwhelmed by the need to rub the leggings all over her skin, to drown herself in the irresistible tingles that would give her the body she needed to get what she craved.

"Since you're already a Big Cat customer, I can let you have those for $300," the Tigress said with a suddenly predatory look on her face. Enraptured by the Cheetah leggings, however, Amy quickly handed over the money and went back to stroking the smooth fabric.

"Would you be interested in becoming a Brand Ambassador for Big Cat Leggings? If you meet certain sales goals, you'll gain access to new, rarer leggings for yourself, and you can restock at an increasingly discounted price as you meet certain sales and recruitment goals."

Through the pleasant haze that came from initial contact with a new pair of leggings, Amy had a sudden clarity of mind as she listened to the Tigress' sales pitch, and resolved then and there to aim for the top and beat all of the competition. She knew that she would need to join Big Cat Leggings if she was ever going to get the power she would need to compete with apex predators like the Tigress, and, with the need for young cock she could feel burning inside of her, forced upon her by her leggings but irresistible nonetheless, her course of action was clear. She would sell more Big Cat Leggings than anyone else ever had, and the next time she saw the Tigress, Amy would be the one stealing the men.

She quickly signed the paperwork for her first order and headed straight for the club restroom, where she couldn't get her old leggings off fast enough, driven by the new, stronger tingle racing through the skin of her hands, but she pulled on her new pair slowly, savoring the cool sensation as they slid up her legs, followed by the familiar pleasant tingling that set her pussy ablaze. She willed her new transformation to hurry up so that she could compete with the apex MILFs out on the dance floor, but she knew that as amazing as her new leggings felt, they'd still ultimately prove inadequate. For now.

The next morning, Amy's eyes shot open and she was instantly awake, full of a boundless energy that was almost electric. She felt fast and powerful, which was reflected by the increased muscle tone of her arms and legs, the latter highlighted by the tight fabric of her tingly Cheetah leggings as she lifted an flexed her new limbs. Sitting up, Amy could immediately sense the strength of her core muscles, which would absolutely come in handy for the extra-curricular activities she had in mind, and she ran a hand across her stomach, feeling her new, pronounced abdominal muscles. She couldn't see her abs, of course, because her tits had continued to swell as well, and they now hung higher and firmer than they had before, unnaturally gravity-defying to the point that they almost looked fake, sticking out from her chest rather than hanging off it.

Amy hadn't just gotten stronger and curvier, but larger as well. She was now at least 6 feet tall and likely still growing, if the promising tingles she could feel running up and down the lower half of her body were any indication. Bounding out of bed and across the room to her full-length mirror, Amy had to tilt it upwards to be able to fully see her muscular, tanned, gym-bunny body, complete with the large, impossibly-round boobs that advertised exactly what that body was for. They couldn't match the Tigress' massive tits, but they were a clear upgrade over her housecat body, which now seemed so unimpressive in comparison to the boundless energy of her new, muscular physique.

Her face had a new maturity to it as well, lean and experienced, but with the light wrinkles and early sun damage to match. She looked like a 35-year old trophy wife and mother of two that had had some very successful work done, but was otherwise in by far the best shape of her life. The age was nothing a bit of thicker makeup couldn't take care of, and she knew that the power and raw sexuality her new body exuded was more than worth it.

Amy had coveted the MILFy bimbo bodies of her Big Cat neighbors, and now she finally had a body of her own that could compete! But with great power came an even greater need for dick, and Amy soon found herself squeezing into a stretchy white top that not only showed off her still-swelling, bouncy cleavage, but also highlighted her big, puffy nipples and larger, darker areolas through the thin, translucent fabric, so that she could prowl next door in search of Brad, who was in the garage, working out as usual.

"Hi Brad. You're coming with me this morning," Amy purred, somehow both enticingly and threateningly.

"I can't! My parents are home!" Brad protested, but upon looking up and seeing the lean, muscular-yet-busty body of a gym bunny straight out of his wildest wet dreams, his dick immediately sprang to attention. Its need for the sexual release that Amy's toned body could provide quickly eroded his resistance, and he found himself clumsily stumbling toward her as Amy approached, cupping her tits for him, pleased to see that she was now a few inches taller than he was.

"It'll just take a minute. Don't you want to see what my new boobies feel like?" she asked shamelessly, jiggling and squeezing them in the young man's face to demonstrate just how good they felt, still being slowly pumped bigger and fuller by the tingly influence of her eye-catching Cheetah-print leggings. They were so sleek and smooth on her legs, and so tight against her needy, swollen labia, the outline of which was once more clearly visible through the thin fabric.

It had caught Brad's greedy eye as well, and as his gaze bounced up and down between Amy's heavy tits, toned abs, and thick cameltoe, Brad found himself nodding in agreement, and meekly allowed himself to be led back to the irresistible Cheetah's den, where he was promptly mated once again. A few minutes later, balls satisfyingly empty after his brief but fulfilling time inside his neighbor's plump pussy, he wandered back over toward his house, a glassy-eyed smile on his young face.

Amy was still writhing on the couch in bliss, sliding her legs together and running her hands over the creamy yellow and black mottled fabric covering her thick hips and powerful thighs, overwhelmed with the orgasmic pleasure radiating outward through her body from her tingly pussy, once more full of the hot, gooey evidence of her latest conquest.

All too soon, however, the itch was back, and stronger. Brad was good, but Amy was driven to go out in search of new prey, which she should have no problem capturing, thanks to her new leggings.

Still, she now recognized that she couldn't get complacent - she never knew when her neighbors would earn their next upgrade, and so she also began to plan for when her own shipment of leggings would arrive, so that she could finally become the self-made boss babe she was always destined to be.

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Liger

Two days later, Amy's first shipment of Big Cat Leggings was sitting in a box on the floor of her living room. Since it was her first order, she had only been able to get various housecat patterns to sell. She opened a pair of Tabby leggings and rubbed the smooth material in her hands, mildly disappointed to not feel any of the tingling sensation she craved, but that was to be expected. She would have to earn her right to stronger doses of the leggings' addictive magic, and to do that she needed to establish a downline as quickly as possible so that she could finally start earning new models for herself.

Shoving a handful of packaged leggings into her shoulder bag, Amy stalked outside to begin canvassing the neighborhood, proudly clad in her Cheetah-print leggings and a low-cut yoga top, tightly stretched over the massive, E-cup breasts her body had grown after its exposure to her new leggings. Unfortunately, however, as she had noticed the week before, the majority of the women in her subdivision were already wearing what were obviously Big Cat Leggings. Many of them had shoulder bags matching her own, doubtless stuffed with their own product, always ready to make a quick sale when the opportunity presented itself. The other women eyed her with lean distrust, recognizing her as competition for their prey - both the susceptible, as-yet unaffected women whose purchases fueled their own power, as well as the virile young studs their own leggings were driving them to seduce and mate with.

So, Amy went home to rethink her plans, and to focus on the fading tingles still running through her energized body as her own most recent transformation finally began to tail off. Unlike her first set of changes, Amy had fully embraced this transformation, not that she had any choice in the matter, or that it made any difference. It felt entirely too good to fondle, tease, and stimulate her growing body as she urged herself to get bigger, rounder, sexier, and more powerful. Since she couldn't bring herself to take off the leggings, and was entirely too addicted for more, she figured she might as well just sit back, enjoy the pleasure coursing through her swelling body, and look forward to seducing an endless string of sexy young men.

On Monday her changes had finally finished and she was back on the hunt, fully aware that her actions were due to her irresistible drive to fulfill her artificial cravings, but eager to put her new plans in motion nonetheless. Amy had recalled that most of her female coworkers and subordinates lived in the city, and that none of them were wearing leggings yet, which meant that even though the suburban market seemed saturated, the urban market was likely yet to be tapped. If she could leverage her coworkers to begin recruiting young female professionals across the city, they could put their own connections to work for her, and her goals would effectively accomplish themselves.

First, however, she had to get her coworkers to touch the fabric somehow, knowing that it would immediately hook them just like it had her. As it turned out, it was child's play to invite them into her office one by one, bore them with an over-the-top marketing spiel, and then surprise them by handing them a pair of leggings at the end. Each time she was rewarded with the looks of intense pleasure mixed with hunger that she knew had been reflected on her own face when she had first touched the leggings, and time and time again she heard variations of "Omigod Amy, these feel so good! You have to let me buy some!"

"I know just what you mean, hun!" Amy would respond enthusiastically, and entirely truthfully, as she ran her own hands over the Cheetah leggings that had enslaved her as well. As the Tigress had said, "No one says 'no' to the leggings".

"Of course you can buy some!"

Amy put her economics degree to work, charging her former friends $200 for the leggings that had only cost her $15 each to stock. Once a woman had touched them, the leggings became a need, not a want, and, just like the US healthcare system, this inelasticity of demand meant that Amy was free to make as much money off them as she wanted to.

By the end of the day she had made almost $3,000, which would more than fund her next order. More importantly, however, she now had 14 smart, successful young women who were unknowingly well on their way toward helping Amy fill her own powerful but needy body with even more cock, as the leggings that her coworkers couldn't resist wearing began irresistibly transforming them into sexy, horny little MILFs themselves.

The next day one of Amy's coworkers approached her, wearing her new leggings as expected, but clearly still a bit self-conscious about it. Even so, she was obviously enjoying the experience. "Amy! I haven't been able to stop touching these since I put them on! They feel so good! Almost... tingly..." she trailed off as her eyes clouded over with pleasure, and the hands vigorously rubbing up and down the smooth fabric covering her legs began to tease their way closer and closer to her crotch. Amy noticed that her small breasts were standing out larger than usual against her slightly tighter blouse, as the leggings wrapped snugly against her coworker's naked, tingly pussy continued to infuse her body with irresistible, mature sexual energy.

Good, she's progressing nicely, Amy thought detachedly, knowing that it wouldn't be long before her new downline's cyclic need for more power to get more cock drove them to begin selling as well.

Even so, Amy felt a bit guilty as she watched their changes progress. Helpless to resist the confusing transformation happening to their bodies, the other women also began to view the young men in the office with that familiar, predatory look, as the superchanged sex drives that came with their voluptuous mom bods inevitably drove them to seek the sexual attention of younger men. They couldn't compete with Amy, though, especially after her own recent transformation, so she got her pick of the boys in the office whenever and however she wanted.

Amy knew that they were preying on their own studs outside of work, especially with the way they began to arrive at the office late and disheveled, clearly having just taken a thick load from a horny young buck, before heading to the washroom to fix their hair and reapply their thickening makeup, but as long as they weren't directly taking men from Amy herself, she didn't really care what they did. Plus, Amy knew that as they began to compete with each other, it would drive them back to Amy for better leggings of their own to overpower their competition.

Before long, the women realized what was being done to them, but just as it had been for Amy, by then it was too late - their need for young cock was far too strong, and in less than a week every one of the curvy bombshells Amy had created, now complete with full, swollen breasts and wide, maternal hips of their own, had signed up to sell Big Cat Leggings for Amy, hoping to get a toned, tingly, lycra-encased leg up on the competition.

While Amy was setting up her fledgling network, her planning and execution processes experienced frequent temporary setbacks, because Amy herself was still thoroughly under the control of her own leggings, and was even more irresistibly driven to seduce young men than her recently ensnared coworkers. As the women in Amy's office began to swell with their own mature sexuality around her, and they began to feel the same unexpected new sexual urges and predatory appetites that Amy had initially felt, Amy made sure that her frequent flings with David and the other young studs in the office became more obvious and public, both to let the other women know that there was no competing with her, and to give the others something to aspire to, so that their own sales numbers would be higher once they inevitably became Brand Ambassadors themselves.

The plan seemed to work, not that Amy could really help her behavior. As the other women's bodies grew alongside their hunger, they eyed her with jealousy as Amy openly made out with and fondled the lovestruck young men in front of them. Amy never fucked her studs in public - that was reserved for the privacy of her office - though she made sure that her and her prey's animalistic moans were clearly audible through the door.

David was completely hers now. He followed her orders without hesitation, helplessly addicted to her body and the pleasure she gave him as Amy was driven to seduce him, day after day, to temporarily sate her ravenous appetite for sex. She had recently discovered how much she loved being eaten out, loved the incredible sense of power that came with subjugating a strong young man and forcing him to worship her sensitive pussy, before rewarding him for his obedience with the spurting ejaculation that they both craved, one due to her leggings' transformative powers, and the other due to millions of years of male evolution.

After a few weeks, her downline was beginning to make successful sales, but Amy knew that she needed more - much more - if her business was going to achieve the growth that she craved. As a social media manager for a small company, Amy knew how to get the word out about a new product, and she also knew that the more hands she could get onto her leggings, the more sales she'd be able to make.

As she got dressed for work one morning, she recalled with fondness her own first experience with the leggings' addictive sensations as she absentmindedly ran her hands over the muscular legs and thick thighs that had ultimately resulted from that first interaction. All I need to do is have my potential customers touch the leggings' fabric, and they'll sell themselves. I need my girls out in public, somewhere everyone goes, she thought, looking in the mirror in appreciation at the way her own swollen, motherly breasts now filled out her tight, black tank top, emphasized by her slim waist. They were unnaturally round and looked fake, but that was exactly the figure that she needed to get the hormonal young cock that she craved, and she loved it.

Amy called her girls together in her office that morning, and asked them if any of their downlines would be interested in exclusive access to selling outside their own grocery stores. In less than an hour Amy had saleswomen posted at every entrance, ensuring that each woman who went shopping without wearing Big Cat Leggings left the store wearing them.

A few days later, Amy's boss, Bill, called her into his office. "What's this I hear about you posting MLM salespeople outside our stores? And, while I'm at it, I've been meaning to talk to you about your behavior this past few weeks. Have you been publicly sexually harassing your coworkers? Also, your outfit is completely inappropriate for a professional environment! And are those implants? What's going on with you Amy?"

Amy ignored his angry words, focusing instead on how his eyes lingered on her massive tits spilling out of the plunging neckline of her tight blouse, nipples thick and visible through the thin fabric, and knew that she'd already won as she felt her familiar hunger beginning to activate, driving her to take advantage of this man's instinctive sexual interest in her body. Bill was an up-and-coming executive in his early 30s, which was a bit old for Amy's new appetites, but he was attractive enough for her to just sit back and let her body do what came naturally.

"Calm down, Bill," she purred, the sight of her hips swaying across the floor toward him quickly shutting him up.

"It's ok to want to be sexy, isn't it Bill?" she asked coyly as she traced a finger down her chest and began playing with the straining top button of her blouse.

"I... I suppose that..." Bill began, but quickly trailed off, eyes glued to Amy's cleavage as she released the button, causing the top halves of her large, dark areolas to come into view as her tits poured even further out of her top.

Amy continued to make her way around the desk toward the entranced Bill, one hand clearing off his desk as the other undid yet another button on her blouse, finally freeing her heavy, watermelon-sized tits into Bill's delighted hands.

Amy allowed him to play with them for a few seconds while she bent over him, enjoying the sensations as Bill hefted and fondled her breasts, her pussy lubricating in anticipation deep within her smooth, tight Cheetah-print leggings. She then reached down to pull Bill up by his belt as she sat down on his desk, feeling it creak slightly beneath the weight of her new, Big Cat-enhanced body.

Bill allowed himself to be pulled upright and continued to focus on squeezing Amy's tits, still just below his eye level on her massive 6'6" frame, as he felt the pressure in his pants getting tighter and tighter around his growing dick, before it leapt and bounced with joy as Amy abruptly released it from its confinement.

As Amy lay back on the desk, Bill unconsciously followed to keep her irresistible breasts in his face, and before he knew it, he was lying fully prone on top of her large, delectable body, with his rigid and throbbing cock lined directly up with Amy's puffy pussy.

Bill realized what was happening, and let out a strained "Maybe we shouldn't...", but then Amy gripped him with her powerful arms and pulled his body against hers, enveloping the sensitive tip of his cock in the slick, tingly fabric of her leggings, and driving any thought of resistance completely out of Bill's mind as it instead was filled with artificial sexual need. He instinctively slid forward, centimeter by centimeter, dick getting harder and more insistent the entire time, until he was fully buried in Amy's tight, slick pussy, sliding himself in and out, encouraging the pleasant pressure that began to build inside his cock.

Amy knew that he wouldn't last long at this rate, but this was just business, and the sooner she finished with Bill, the sooner she could get back to hunting the cock that she wanted to savor. So, she began squeezing with her powerful internal muscles, and seconds later was rewarded as the sensations became too much for him, his eyes went wide, and his cock began to jerk ecstatically in her pussy, filling her up with his cum.

Bill continued to suck on Amy's enormous tits as his cock deflated inside of her, feeling a pleasant buzz of primal contentment at having emptied his balls into the voluptuous, muscular MILF.

Amy wasted no time taking advantage of his trance-like relaxation. "Did you enjoy yourself Billy?" she purred as he continued to lay on top of her, fondling and groping her curves.

"Mmm... yeah..."

"Would you like to do this again?" she asked, gently stroking a finger up his deflated cock, which by now had fully slipped out of her dripping pussy.

"Mmhmm..." he murmured as he instinctively thrust his flaccid penis back into her hand.

"Well, Billy, if you let my women sell outside of our stores, I'll make sure that we both get what we want," Amy said, giving him a soft kiss with her ruby lips as she looked up into his eyes expectantly. Having utterly spent himself inside her, Bill's dick remained soft, but Amy continued to gently stroke him nonetheless.

"..s'pose that would be fine..."

Within a few days, practically all of the female customers at her stores were wearing leggings of their own, and beginning their own transformations into curvy, hypersexual MILF bombshells.

The workload of the stores' janitors doubled as the surfaces of the women's bathroom were constantly coated with various bodily fluids, as more and more of the store's swelling female customers gave in to their desire to seduce young male customers and employees, lure them back to the bathroom, and fill their swollen, tingly pussies with virile young cum.

Amy's real break, however, came not from her growing supermarket downline, but rather from her earlier sales to her coworkers. One of the girls, who had formerly worked at FaceConnect, the world's larges social media platform, managed to sell a pair to the CFO of advertising at FaceConnect herself. Once the executive's body was swelling with sexuality and she started craving cock herself, it was child's play to use her powerful influence and marketing knowhow to position Big Cat Leggings as the next big fad, taking the nation by storm, and putting millions of sales not only into her own cock-hungry pockets, but into Amy's as well.

In just a bit over a month, the exponential growth of her downline finally earned Amy what she had been waiting for - the most exclusive and coveted model of Big Cat Leggings, the Liger.

Wasting no time tearing open the package, Amy was immediately overwhelmed by the tingles she craved as the sleek, tawny fabric, streaked with faint brown stripes, finally touched her hands. This time, however, the effects were so much stronger than anything else she had felt that Amy immediately ripped her current Lioness leggings from her body with her powerful arm muscles, the older model immediately forgotten in her need to coat her skin in fresh, tingly lycra.

Oh god, she loved the feel of sliding on a new pair of leggings - it just felt so good! And she could already feel the Liger's influence seeping into her as her tingly pussy began to swell and throb with renewed need. Having long ago accepted the leggings' irresistible power over her, Amy now only looked forward to the changes that would inevitably get her more cock, her feelings of worry toward her progressively older body and increasing sexual wantonness forgotten next to the promise of the bliss waiting for her.

As she always did when putting on a new pair of leggings, Amy went straight to bed, pounding her tingly pussy with her favorite dildo as she caressed herself, lost in sensation as the entire lower half of her body throbbed in orgasmic ecstasy, before she finally passed out from the pleasure.

The next morning found Amy lounging lazily on her bed stroking her sensitive body, secure in her apex predator's knowledge that when her hunger did eventually get the better of her, she would easily be able to sate it. She found that she could no longer purr, but that her voice instead had taken on a low, seductive rumble that worked equally as well. Her breasts now stood proudly off her chest like two beach balls, perfectly round and impossibly fake, though as Amy sat up and admired her thickly muscled physique in the mirror, she found that her tits looked practically proportional on her giant new frame, now pushing 7 feet tall.

She saw that her face had continued to freckle from sun damage, but that her features looked sharper and tighter than they ever had, almost as though the Liger leggings had gifted her with a facelift now that the twenty-five year old appeared to be pushing forty. Amy was ecstatic; her features were now those of the ideal sexy MILF, perfect for a heavy coat of slutty makeup, and the exaggerated curves bolted onto her tanned, toned bodybuilder's physique openly advertised her sexual promiscuity to anyone who saw her, especially since her tits were now larger and higher than most peoples' heads.

Late that morning, after seeing that her bank account was pushing 8 figures, Amy supposed she should probably quit her job to focus on cock. So, she squeezed her giant tits into a spaghetti strap tank top that left nothing to the imagination and went to visit Bill. After one final romp in her office with a new young stud who hadn't been able to get his dick into her fat pussy fast enough, and who immediately spent himself inside her upon doing so, Amy found herself in Bill's office one final time.

"Amy! I'm glad to see you again," Bill said, the forced calmness in his words betraying the obvious hunger for her body written across his face.

"Hi Billy. I just came by to officially turn in my resignation. I'm bringing in over a million dollars per month as my own boss working from home, and I want to devote more time to... other projects."

Bill sagged with disappointment, knowing that this would likely be his last chance to mindlessly sink himself into Amy's gigantic curves. The sight of her body soon renewed his need to shoot his shot, however, and he found himself begging her for one more go, for old times' sake.

Amy knew that she could easily catch her choice of younger, tastier prey, but Bill was already here and, from the bulge in his pants, ready to go.

"Ok Billy, I suppose I've got a few minutes to spare for old time's sake," Amy said, winking naughtily at him as she reached for her top.

Bill was awed as her gargantuan, perfectly spherical tits came into view, maintaining their impossible shape even after being released from the flimsy piece of fabric covering them.

Not able to wait for her to make her way over to him, Bill stood up and hurried across the floor, pressing himself against her muscular body, burying his face in her tits as Amy towered above him.

She let him enjoy himself for a few seconds, before backing him away and sinking down onto her knees in front of him. Even on her knees, her head came up almost to his chest, so after releasing Bill's cock from his pants and boxers, Amy bent over far enough to envelop his tip with her soft mouth, earning a moan from Bill as her tongue caressed the underside of his cock. Amy took him deep to fully coat him with her saliva, and then pulled off, this time earning a whimper as Bill's dick lost her mouth's slick warmth.

Amy, however, straightened back up, pressed her massive tits together, and looked up at Bill expectantly. Instantly realizing what she wanted from him, Bill thrust forward, not believing his luck, and eagerly watched his cock disappear into Amy's cleavage, completely wrapped up in her enormous breasts. It was unlike anything Bill had ever felt, and he quickly discovered that he could fuck Amy's soft titflesh from practically any angle, thrusting himself into her mounds as Amy sat there patiently, the familiar look of hunger on her face as she watched his tasty cock sink itself into her boobs.

All the while, Amy's hands were busy rubbing and caressing her gigantic legs and hips through her leggings, feeling the powerful tingles in her pussy as the leggings did their job and continued to pump her growing body full of raw sexuality, while Bill pumped his cock in and out of her swelling chest with increasing frequency. All too soon, Amy noticed the incredibly intense, almost angry look that signaled a man's impending ejaculation starting to form in Bill's eyes, so she pulled his dick out of her tits, sucked it back into her mouth, and stroked him past the point of no return, enjoying the sensation as his dick began to clench and throb between her lips, filling her mouth with his warm, gooey cum.

After licking him clean, Amy tucked Bill back in his pants and led him back over to his chair, where he sat with a look of glazed satisfaction on his face as she let herself out. She went to the ladies' room to straighten her hair, fix her makeup, and prepare for the next hunt, ignoring the familiar sounds of sex coming from the stall as one of the coworkers Amy had turned into a sex-crazed MILF like herself stuffed her pussy with David's cock, before the heat of Amy's own incessant hunger for dick began to flare up between her legs once more, and drove her back out into the hunt. There was so much tasty young cock out there, and now that she was at the top of the food chain, it all belonged to her.

"And that's my story hun. I know we haven't spoken since High School, but thanks for taking the time to read this long FaceConnect post! Remember that if you're an independent, driven woman who wants to set her own hours and be her own boss, while turning herself into a huge MILF bimbo slut and seducing tons of hot young studs with huge cocks, there's always room for you in the Big Cat Leggings family, no matter how big your tits get."

Big Cat Legging Headquarters

Two pimple-faced seniors sat in their dorm room, surrounded by computer monitors, test tubes, and boxes of leggings.

"Is she a threat?"

"No, not at all. She's just as affected by the leggings as all women are. I just wanted to mention it because she's by far the best Brand Ambassador we have."

"Kenny, it's time to spend some time with Mommy," a low, sensuous voice interrupted as a seven-foot tall bimbo MILF leaned over his shoulder, pressing her massive tits into his back as her wavy platinum-blonde hair tumbled down his arm and her long fingernails traced tingly patterns over his chest toward his crotch. The former head cheerleader was practically unrecognizable, though her enormous breasts had been squeezed into a tiny, revealing mockery of the school's cheerleading top, while her thickly muscled legs, wide, inviting thighs, and the impossibly round curves of her ass were tightly encased in the pair of lightly-striped Liger leggings that had triggered her own irresistible transformation.

Kenny immediately stood up to meekly follow the giantess back into the bedroom as his partner got back to work, knowing that his turn would come soon enough. Just as so many other young men across the nation had, and just as Kenny himself had wanted to when he and his buddy had first designed and founded Big Cat Leggings a few months earlier, Kenny felt himself losing control in the face of the raw, overpowering sexuality of the twenty year old bimbo MILF, overcome with his need for the exaggerated features of her sexualized body, for her enormous, freckled boobs with just the right hint of mature wrinkle between them.

Kenny sat curled up in Stephanie's lap, a comfortable juxtaposition of soft curves and powerful muscles, suckling and groping her massive, round tits as Stephanie authoritatively stroked his erect penis, watching it with a hungry, single-minded intensity as it throbbed in her large, feminine hand, until the youth felt himself spurting all over them both in yet another mindless, blissful orgasm.