Invasion of the body.
#1 of A Model Queen.
So this was supposed to have been finished three months ago with two other parts but complications arose in the family and my drive took a back seat. Finally got round to uploading the first part though.
It was a day like any other for a shapely white feline as she entered a small, boutique outlet. Her name was Synthia Charms, a bipedal feline model of a modest 5'6 stature, a nice curvy body, long shapely legs and washboard stomach. Sadly nothing much in the breast department sporting a modest C cup but she was better known for her beautiful, soft white coat, beautiful face and dazzling blue eyes with an exotic curve to them.
"Oh hi Mrs Synthia, what can I get you today?" a plump male bear at the store smiled with his hands together, dressed in a smart suit.
"Hi Ronald darling, I'm looking for a new bra, something stylish and new. You wouldn't happen to have anything um, different, to what you sell your usual customers would you?" She said in a tone that spoke of a life of being upper class.
"Oh I have just the thing, we have a new stock that isn't supposed to be on shelf til the start of next season but for you, I'm willing to do you a favour eheh," he laughed before vanishing upstairs into the store room.
Meanwhile, in said storeroom three black objects crawled about on blue tendrils, emitting a slight slurping like sound as they moved about. Hearing the bear making his slow way up the stairs the three curious objects slipped inside a box before closing the lid again with the same coloured blue tendrils.
"Ah this is the one, I remember examining it as we got hold of a sample. With this she will be on the front page of the fashion magazine," he smiled, picking the box up.
"Hmm, heavier than I remembered. Oh well, must be in my old age," he shrugged, shuffling downstairs.
"Ahh thank you Ronald dear, if I make the front page thanks to this you can expect a nice tip," Synthia smiled and took the box off from him, wondering at the weight but shrugged it off before making for a dressing room.
"Oh I have to run out and make some deliveries Synthia, but if you need anything just call out for my assistant Julie," the large old bear shouted as he waddled out of the shop.
The white cat shrugged and closed the curtain, opening the box to find...
"What is this?" She said, seeing a green lace bra done with a fancy cut to provide good eye candy, and then there were three black...things. They looked as though they were meant to go onto the body, sporting a large bulbous middle and then three broad leaf like protrusions at the top and sides.
Picking one up, she noticed they had an oddly sweet scent to them, and turning it over she saw they were lined with small, sticky balls that when she touched one, had an oddly pleasant feel to them.
"I wonder if these are some sort of new type of self adhesive bra or something?" She said to herself.
Forgetting about the normal bra, she brought her pink nose closer to the centre, only to receive a stronger sweet scent that caused her panty clad pussy to leak arousal.
"Mmh...wonder how these would feel on my body?" She moaned as her mind began to fog over. "Seeing there are three of them I assume it can also be used for the groin? Maybe they absorb moisture or something of the like?"
Stripping herself down, she took off her designer top and skirt followed by her black lace bra and matching panties before she was in the nuddie.
She brought the strange objects to her breasts, seemed to think about what she was doing but something compelled her to go ahead anyway.
As she applied the first of the unusual garment, a shiver ran up her spine at the feeling. It felt slimy but somehow cool and relaxing, the entire thing covering her modest chest up. Placing the second on in a more eager fashion, a strange tingling ran through her chest. It almost felt like they were...sucking?
Oh that naughty old bear, he must have been behind this. She always knew deep down he was an old pervert, but she couldn't deny how this felt. These strange contraptions were starting to make her feel horny, which was when she noticed the third cup moving towards her, suddenly lashing out with three tendrils to her pussy and attached itself to her mound.
"Hey wh-what in the world?" Synthia cried out, trying to pry the strange object off her mound, only to find it had an iron-like grip and had to stop when it became painful.
Soon as she stopped struggling, her legs began to buckle in pleasure as, like the two covering her chest, it began to suckle around her mound.
She tried to stifle her moans, covering her delicate muzzle with a hand, but soon she could feel something probing deeper inside her pussy. And...her nipples too?
Quickly dressing as fast as she could, she sped out of the shop as fast as her wobbling legs could and climbed into her car to race off home.
*
It had been ten nerve jangling minutes as she drove home, each minute drawing on and on as the pleasure fought for dominance, more than once Synthia just avoided a full on crash with muttered apologies out the window.
Pulling into the high security car park, the white furred feline raced off to climb the stairs of her posh studio flat, nearly bumping into other residents and slammed her door shut.
Sliding down onto the clean laminate floor, her heart pounded in her chest. A dozen questions ran through her mind.
What was going on?
How was she going to remove these...things?
What were they doing to her body?
Why did it feel so good?!
Stripping quickly and messily, her eyes widened in shock as to what she saw.
Her breasts...her perky C cups had grown into DD's and felt...full?
Grabbing the two at her chest, she pulled gently, then firmly before with a wet slurp, she was able to peel one off of her.
"N-no...how?" she said in a trembling tone. Her areolas were huge, her nipples massive and fat and...lactating? And her nipple looked as though she could easily put her finger inside it now.
Bringing a finger to her left nipple, she gave an experimental prod, crying out in climax when the tip went inside with a spray of milk across the vinyl floor.
Seeming to sense the waste of milk, the strange black object scuttled onto the floor, going over the spilled milk, only to fly back at the source of milk, latching on before Synthia could react. She felt something press deep into her nipples as they both drank, and the one at her mound suckled and slurped, drinking up her pleasure.
"Haaahhh!" she cried out, grasping hold of her breasts and clenching her thighs around the invading, chastity-like object. She was making milk, they were drinking her juices and growing heavier by the minute.
Struggling to her feet, using the walls to help prop her up, she staggered like a drunkard into her immaculate bedroom, collapsing onto the covers as she broke out into a sweat from overstimulation.
She laid there for a while, losing track of time and moaning, squirming in pleasurable torment, her hands on her aching breasts, feeling them swell slightly with every minute and feeling her mound grow all the more sensitive.
'What's happening to me, why is this happening? I'll have to model myself as a slut now, I want this to keep going, to feel endless pleasure.' Thoughts tumbled through Synthias tired, pleasured mind as she felt herself drift off into unconsciousness.
Unaware of our model though, the strange, alien objects were seeding her for bigger things to come.