Some Like It Hot
                                                       By: Scheknul

                                                      Chapter 1
                                                      Changes

    Sammy writhed. Entirely in a fog, as Remmy slammed deeply into his vagina, tying himself inside. Sammy squirmed as he felt his friends hot sperm splashing into his deepest depths. Filling out his vagina, like it couldn't stop. As Remmy leaned down to him, he started talking strangely. As if he was more than one person. 
    Just then, Sammy opened his eyes, and found himself alone, in his room. His alarm clock was going off, with the local weather playing. Something was very much different about this morning. His entire body was on fire, and there was a damp wetness between his legs.
     Reaching down, he stroked over his vagina with 2 digits, then brought them back up. Parting them a few times, he saw strands of fluid between his fingers. "I-is this what they call, heat?" He shook the thought from his mind. 
    Tossing the covers from his purple form, he slid his legs over the side of the bed. Upon standing, he felt a twitch coming from his vagina. Almost stumbling over his own feet, he went to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he looked into the mirror, and saw that his slit was now a mound, twice it's normal size. 
    Scooting over to the sink, he leaned in, and stared at himself. "I-I think.. I think this day might be a reason to stay home." Just then, his phone started to ring. His best friend's face, Remmy appeared on the phone's screen. 
    Sammy wimpered, and his legs began to shake. "N-not again!" He thought to himself. His vagina only got hotter, as he thought about his friend. 
    He answered the phone, "h-hello?" "Sammy? Are you alright? You sound a bit ill." 
    Sammy took a breath. "No, I'm fine. Just groggy, and waking up. Let me call you back, I need to shower, and slap myself awake." There was a pause on the line. 
    "Well, alright. Hurry up man, we're going out today!" With out even saying a word, Sammy hung up. That simple phrase, "We're going out today," drew such a blush, that he couldn't contain himself. His vagina twitched again, bringing him to his knees. "G-god damn it..." 
    He reached down again, and placed two digits upon his slit, and gave it a rub. As if a lightning bolt went up his spine, pure pleasure shot through his body. Instinctively, he sank in the fingers, and began to tremble. As if of their own accord, his legs began to spread, and the now damp spot on his panties dripped clear fluid, from becoming overly wet. 
    Sammy's front end lowered to the matted floor of his bath room. His rear raised up, tail flicking up, and over his back. His middle, and ring finger, now plunged to the final knuckle with in himself. He lay there, panting, eyes half open, unsure of what to do, but his paw moved of it's own accord. 
    Moaning, and slowly wiggling from side to side as his digits slide out, then back in slowly. His toes curled, as his twin digits found his G-spot. Eyes shot open, as he felt himself clamp down, and tense all over. An electric jolt shot through his body, as his insides began to spasm around his fingers. 
    Cumming right then, and there. The room reaked of his feminine fluids. Nostrils flaring, taking in the new, yet odd scents that his body was producing. Shaking, he stood up, and fell onto the toilet. 
    Staring at his fingers, he brought them up to his nose, and gave a deep sniff. The scent was much stronger than before, and only served to make his body burn with unknown desires. All of this was very much new to him. He tried to shake the thought from his mind, as he reached over, and turned the dial on his shower.
    Standing, and stepping out of his panties, he looked at them as he raised them up. Their red fabric was heavy with juice, and cum. His mind was still foggy, but he carefully set his wet panties into his dirty pile, hamper. Stepping forth, he stepped into his shower, and slid the bamboo door closed. The moment that the hot water touched his mound, he started to shake again.
    Attempting to pick up the soap, his grip was too loose, and it hit the shower's floor. It slid behind him, making him turn around. As he leaned down to retrieve it, his tail automatically went to the side. The hot water touched his vagina again, but this time with more force, since he generally used the pounding function. His knees went weak.
    Fortunately, he had a shower rod installed, and instinctively gripped it. He could do nothing, but let his mind go blank as the water pounded his slit from behind. Higher, and higher, his tail raised up. Again, in no time flat, he began to cum. 
    Sammy couldn't tell if it was the haze from the steam, or the haze in his own head, but he felt as light as a feather. This time, the pleasure subsided a bit more rapidly, and he recomposed himself, with the soap. Almost as if he was nervous, he shook as he scrubbed himself. Taking extra special care around his mound, so as not to set himself off again.
    After rinsing himself, he stepped out of the shower, and toweled off, getting everything dry. In something of a hurry, he got every nook, and cranny, trying desperately not to set himself off again. Turning to the closet, he slid another bamboo door open, and began to rummage through his clothes. Picking out a pink "Misfits" shirt, tight black pants, and pink panties, he walks to his room.
    Once there, he sets them down upon his bed, and steps into his panties. Sliding them up, he fits his tail into the groove on the back, and latches it to the base of his tail with a button. He then reaches out with a paw, and picks up his tight, black pants. Sliding them on, he blushes, feeling girly with them on.
    He turns to his full length body mirror, and checks himself out. Giving a slap to his own rear, and winking, pointing to the mirror. "Who's a sexy bitch? You're a sexy bitch!" 
    Chuckling to himself, Sammy turns back to his shirt, and lifts it up, and over his head. Sliding it down his frame, he stops with it at his waist. Turning, he walked out of his room, and to his door. Along the way, he picked up his wallet, and keys. 
    Sliding the wallet half way into his pocket, since it wouldn't fit the whole way, he clipped the end of a chain to his pants. With a few trot like skips, he made his way to the door, and unlocked it. "Almost forgot!." A quick rush to the bath room, and he had his phone. 
    Back to the door, and he was outside on HellHead island.