The Secret Diary of Jane Alde

By Bill Mann

April 3, 1998

Dear Diary - I know I have not written in a while, but not much has happened lately. Things were back to OK with Marcus until he left for his trip to Portland. I miss him. Oh yeah, something kind of strange happened today at work. I know I'm not supposed to discuss anything that happens at Custom Genetics Inc for security reasons, but that's what I have you for. I had to fire Carl the other day - I found conclusive proof he was using company equipment for his own purposes. The strange thing is, I couldn't find him, and he didn't show up for our meeting, so I had to fire him by telephone message and email. I had our systems administrator block him out of the company's computer before I sent him the news. He must have realized he had it coming, because when we went to see what he'd been working on, the first file we opened caused the hard drive to erase itself. When we went to the tape backup we discovered it had been saving information in an encrypted format to the drive the entire time Carl had been working here. It's going to be days before we can decode it even with the kind of computing power the lab has just sitting around.

I went to clean out his desk myself, at least the administrative one outside the secured area. He had almost nothing personal there. I confiscated all the papers and disks I could find in his desk. Then I saw a paper box like wooden matches come in. Without thinking I opened it. It was full of red powder with a little piece of paper with writing on it buried in it. The powder was incredibly light and fine - when I pulled the paper out it turned into a cloud of red dust. I sneezed. The entire contents of the box coated the room, the air slowly clearing from the air conditioning. The note said: "You shouldn't have fired me. Here's what you get. As for me, I've decided to travel the world and turn poachers or any hunters of endangered animals into zebras, antelope or whatever the local prey animal is. Don't bother trying to find me because I could be anyone anywhere by now. Have a nice life."

I wonder what he meant by that?

Saturday

Since Marcus won't be back until Monday I had some friends over. We ate too much and drank too much at my place. It was a wonderful break from the pressures at work. I was so buzzed and so happy to have company I gave Kim and Nicole a hug and a good night kiss. I hope they didn't get the wrong idea.

Or perhaps the right one - I can't believe what me and Kelly did! Remember I told you just last week that when I got a little tipsy she spent the rest of the night trying to seduce me? Today I gave in! Well at least a little. We were sitting on the couch, and she started something I didn't want to stop. Her touch was so gentle and delicious. After making out on the couch she talked me into sharing my bed with her. We took off our clothes and . . it was the start of a very pleasurable night. When she left the next morning I think she could tell I was embarrassed. I was so hot and horny I almost gave in and did it again. This isn't like me at all. What am I going to say next time I see her?

Sunday

Dear diary: I miss Marcus more than I ever have before. Several times today when I thought of him I found myself touching. . . Is he ever going to get a passionate welcome when he gets back!

On another note, I'm going to have to go back on my diet. I've been eating like a pig the last few days, and maybe I'm imagining things, but it looks like it's already starting to show. Before I took my shower, I was looking at myself in the mirror. Trying to see if anything was different. No, same as ever - my C cup breasts don't look that big because I'm 5'10". Blonde hair down to my shoulders. I had to take a nap after lunch. I was too full to do anything else. It seems like I've been reaching for my vibrator a lot more than usual.

Monday

My bra was too tight today. Sometime they swell with my cycles, but this seemed more than usual. My nipples seem to be darker, too. My mind kept wandering at work. All I could think about was what we'd do when Marcus got back. I almost dozed off in my office after lunch. Probably won't write for a few days, be too busy.

After my shower, I found all my clothes to be too tight. T-shirts that clung pleasantly are now tight. It's obvious. Somehow Carl snuck some bioactive agent out of the lab! I hope it doesn't get worse - people involved in accidents at the lab tend to be visited by our friends from the Department of National Security and are never seen again. I've heard horror stories from my coworkers that there's a lab where all the people who've been infected by the DNA they've been working with are taken for further study. If this doesn't go away, it'll mean not just the end of my job, but my life as I've known it.

>From my computer at home I email John to give me all the information they can from Carl's computer as they get it. He sends me back a message telling me they have identified the DNA samples. Mostly tiger, although there are several samples of equine, bovine, avian, reptilian genes. Worst of all, there are a bunch of unknown human DNA samples. This may sound odd coming from a manager at a lab that runs illegal secret genetic experiments for the military, but what an unethical guy Carl must have been. Where did he get these things? Did the people even know Carl had done this?

Over 1,000 gene samples with no records turned up in the latest inventory. It shouldn't take long to figure out what kind of DNA it is.

Tuesday

I was feeling strange when I woke up today. Yesterday was great though. We did it three times in a row last night! I'm usually too tired to stay up that late. I would have had him again this morning if he didn't have to work so early.

Something is wrong. I think I may have caught something from that red powder. My fingernails seem narrower, longer today. Same with my toenails. And my toes look longer than usual, too. Both my feet look longer and narrower. I look like I've been working out, even though the only exercise I get is jogging maybe a couple times a week when I can find the time. Worst of all, two small, round pink patches have appeared under my breasts like some kind of rash. Sensitive to touch, but they don't hurt or itch at all.

No wonder I've been eating so much lately. This must be part of it. I realize I might hurt myself if I resist that.

It's even worse when Marcus gets back from work. I meant to tell him. But once he was here I found I couldn't. He seemed to notice something was wrong. We had sex for a few hours after dinner and he fell asleep. I can't sleep. I have this whole body ache, I feel slightly feverish. Those two red patches have developed into nipples. What will Marcus say? How can I hide this from him? Even worse I'm afraid in a few days I'll have to choose between running away and being locked up in a cage and studied for the rest of my life like some kind of animal.

Wednesday, April 8, 1998

"Jane? Jane wake up! There's something wrong! Wake up." Marcus is sitting on the side of the bed, naked. He looks concerned.

"What is it?" Jane blinks sleepily at him, he says nothing. She looks down at herself, she's only wearing her panties. In the harsh morning sun she sees a pattern on her skin. It's faint, but easy to see in this light. Her arms, chest, back and legs have distinct lines on them. Stripes! Some calm, distant part of her mind thinks "I'm either turning into a zebra or a tiger." Small bumps have pushed out her extra pair of nipples. Jane recognizes them immediately. Prepubescent breasts. Her upper pair looks like they're up to a D cup now or more, resting on the lower pair. She screams and crawls backwards as if she could get away from herself. She hops out of bed and runs to the mirror.

Her face is definitely different. Her ears are higher up on her head and larger. Her nose is flatter, her pointy feminine chin longer, and her whole face wider. Only by small amounts, but still she looks like a whole new person.

"What is happening to you?" Marcus sees her stripes start on her back, then thin as they curve around her.

Jane opens her mouth, looks at her teeth, which are now sharper and pointy. "I think I'm turning into a tiger!"

"What?"

"Well look at me. I thought something bad might be happening but I didn't really know."

Marcus walks up behind her and notices something else. He's 6'2" tall and is noticeably taller than she is. Now she seems a lot bigger. They measure her and find out she is has grown two inches taller in two days - she's now 6 feet tall. "Maybe it'll stop. This could be the worst it gets."

"It could", Jane agrees, thinking about another worst case scenario. It went something like this: some time when Marcus isn't around, she turns fully into a tiger and breaks through a window to get away. Animal control agencies round her up and stick her in a zoo somewhere. She still thinks with her own mind but can only make tiger sounds. No one ever finds out. She looks at Marcus, who seems to be thinking intense thoughts as well.

She grabs him and holds on to him tightly. He hesitates at first and says, "There, there, it will be okay. We'll just find some sort of cure or something. If this happened there's got to be a way to make it unhappen." Her larger breasts as well as her new ones flatten out pressed to him and his body reacts. She steps back, looks down and is surprised and happy. Jane flings herself at him, pushing him back on to the bed. He looks over at the glaring red numbers of the clock. "I've got to go to work."

"Please? Just for me? I'd feel so much better . . ." She unwraps a condom and puts it on him. There's a hungry look in her green eyes. At first it seems he's avoiding her new pair of breasts. She's relieved when he gives in and licks them while playing with her upper pair. The new sensations are incredible. Her enthusiasm quickly catches on. She's never been so easily aroused in her life. Marcus is extremely late to work that day.

Dear Diary. Got some junk mail, told my work I was going to work for home for a week or so, wrote a letter and found out I'm turning into a cat. Also, broke down and ate all the lunchmeat, ice cream and both frozen pizzas from the freezer. I've started into the peanut butter. It doesn't look like its going to last into the afternoon. Fell asleep while watching TV. Now I've got too much energy. But how can I leave the house like this? I used my stairclimber for a while, that just didn't seem to do it. I tried out Marcus weight bench. I don't see what the big deal is.

Am afraid Marcus is going to leave me. . . Also I may be contagious. I know enough about genetics to know that this sort of thing would have to be tailored to a person's genetic code. It wouldn't be easy. People's chemistry varies quite a bit. He doesn't seem to be showing any signs.

Thursday

The next day when she wakes up Marcus has gone to work. Jane rolls over and feels the sheets where she wishes he was, feeling a familiar desire building. When she gets up she sees her lower pair of breasts is now about a D cup, and the upper pair is even larger. The lower pair is mounted directly over the end of her rib cage, so they move forward and back with every breath. The moment she sees them in the mirror her left hand cups her lower left one and runs across it, almost just to see if what she's seeing is real. It is. Her finger and toenails are now half as wide, and darker. To top it all off, she looks stronger, tougher somehow. She throws on a thin bathrobe, trying not to notice the way her larger nipples rub poke out of it. Jane makes a light breakfast of three eggs, four pieces of toast and some frozen waffles. As she's putting the dishes in the sink, the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Jane?"

"Hi Samantha."

"Listen, you've got to help me. I feel funny. I've been sleeping a lot more than usual the past three days. I'm always hungry or horny. I can't describe it - it's weird, but if feels good. Does that make any sense?"

"It makes too much sense. Where are you?"

"At home."

"Listen, are you on a cordless phone?"

"Yes - it's the only one I have."

"I'll be right over. I'll be there in just a few minutes, okay?"

"All right - but hurry!"

Jane puts on a pair of large sunglasses, and wears her hair down and around her face to hide her stripes as much as possible. As she drives over, she sees a young man riding a mountain bike. He's wearing a tight white T-shirt and tight jeans. She watches the way he moves as he pedals his bike for so long she doesn't see the green light in front of her, and the driver behind her honks. Jane snarls loudly, then is amazed such a loud and animal sound could come from her. "I sure hope we can figure out something to do about this!"

Driving through the park Jane sees a young woman with large breasts in Lycra running shorts and a jogging bra. She finds herself slowing down just a little to gawk at this beautiful woman's ass and bouncy breasts. When she speeds up she realizes her right hand had slid to her top right breast and was teasing herself through the extra large t-shirt she borrowed from Marcus. The shirt was too big everywhere but her breasts, which rubbed against it every time she hit a bump in the road. Fortunately this skirt still fit - barely, but it showed off more of her thighs than ever. She feels a little moist and it takes a concerted effort to keep her eyes on the road and her hands off herself.

When she gets to Samantha's place a brief rain shower opens up on her. She gets to the door and knocks. The water is cold and Jane doesn't want to get drenched. She knocks again - the door is open and no one answers. Fearing something bad has happened so quickly, Jane lets herself in "Hello? Samantha?" The door to the bedroom is open a crack, so she pushes it open a bit and says, "Are you all right?"

"Oh! Jane! I was just - I didn't think you'd get here so quickly. I'm so glad to see you." Samantha ties her bathrobe and gives her friend a hug. Then she realizes something is wrong. Pushing her wet hair out of her eyes, she sees her friend, who at 5'10 stands normally about two inches taller than her, is now a little over 6 feet tall. Jane looks slightly different, a faint lines around the edge and top of her face look just like tiger stripes. Her gaze drops a little, and she sees her friend's breasts are twice as long as they should be. No, the curves look odd - then she sees the four nipples peeking back at her, straining Jane's clingy T-shirt, and realizes it's because Jane has four breasts! This is such a surprise to her she doesn't notice Jane's hands lingering on her hips. "What's happened to you?"

Jane sees something odd when Sam says this. "I think it might be what's happening to us, Samantha." She reaches forward and pushes Samantha's upper lip back a bit, enough to see her canine teeth are longer and sharper. Looking closer at Sam she sees her feet are longer and her fingernails are a little narrower. In shock, they walk out into the living room. Jane's eyes keep coming back to sexy coworker's chest, much as she tries not to stare at her. She sits rather close to her on the couch. Samantha has shoulder length blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. From Jane's new vantage point she seems so small. Jane admires the way Samantha's bra gathers up her DD cup breasts, which are firm and jut out nicely from her chest.

"Can I get you anything? Some coffee maybe?" Politely asks Samantha.

"That'd be great." Jane watches the sexy sway of her hips as she walks into the kitchen, pours two fresh cups of coffee and walks back.

"What are we going to do?"

"Well, to start with we can't go back to work. Someone would catch on and the next thing you know, we'd disappear never to be seen again."

"I'm so scared!"

"It's okay, I'm here. We'll figure something out - we've got to." Jane gives her friend a reassuring hug with her right arm, her breasts brushing up against Samantha's left arm for a second. When she reaches forward to pick up her coffee mug, Samantha's robe falls open for a second, and Jane gets a good look at her large, firm breasts, a teasing glimpse of her cute pink nipples through the bra. Samantha sees her friend gaping at her exposed flesh, then, a little nervous, stands up and says "Maybe I'd better go get dressed."

As she walks into her bedroom, Jane says "My shirt got wet. Do you mind if I take it off?"

"Not at all. I have a sweatshirt that might fit you." Jane takes off her robe and hangs it up in the closet. Now she's only in her panties and bra - then she sees Samantha has followed her into her bedroom, and pulled her shirt off over her head. Jane's four long nipples just beg to be touched, licked. "Oh, I don't know. . . I never -" Jane cuts her off by stepping up and offering her right upper breast, when her nipple brushes Samantha's lips she pulls it into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, brings her hands to Jane's lower pair of breasts, cups them and toys with her nipples with her thumbs. She feels Jane's nipples respond to her touch, and Jane's hands wander first to tease Samantha's nipples through her bra, then unclasps it and pulls it off of her.

"I'm letting me coworker undress me!", thinks Samantha, "but it feels so good."

Jane leads her back to the bed and sits down. Samantha kisses each of her four breasts in turn, pulling her aroused nipples into mouth. Jane explores Samantha's chest, noting her cute pink aureoles are getting redder, squeezes her thighs experimentally. Sensing no protest, her hand travels up Samantha's thigh and brushes her crotch, feels Sam's clit through her panties, rubs the outer part of her lips just like Kelly had done to her to drove her wild last Saturday. "I can't believe I'm doing this. It hasn't even been a week since Kelly did this to me, and now I'm seducing someone. On the other hand, it feels so good I should have done this a long time ago." Samantha's kissing and licking her tits is making her so wet. She needs to take this farther. She pull Samantha's panties off, rubs the fine pubic hair, lightly flicks her clit and watches the way her whole body squirms in response to her touch. She kisses Samantha full on the mouth, something she never did with Kelly, noting her sensuous lips, and smooth skin, so different from all her previous lovers.

She can't wait any longer. Jane stands up, kicks her shoes off, pulls down her skirt and panties. She lies back down on the bed and pulls Samantha on top of her. Their unclothed breasts meet for the first time, smooth jiggling flesh on flesh, nipple to nipple. She grabs Samantha's tight little ass with both hands, sliding one hand lower to toy with her clit, slips one finger into her just enough to note that she too is quite moist. Samantha gasps and her whole body shivers in delight. Soon her fingers are pushing in and out of her, Samantha starts pushing back with her hips, wiggling her rear to vary the angle of penetration. As her body rocks back and forth, her breasts dangle across Jane's four breasts in such a delightful manner, Jane realizes she's being pushed to the edge just by Samantha's hands on her lower pair of tits alone. The motion of her fingers pushing in and out are familiar, but Jane is quite unused to the weight of another woman on top of her, or getting another woman off, or the bouncing of her four breasts. Samantha's pussy contracts and squeezes her fingers, pulsing with a rhythm Jane recognizes as building up to a multiple orgasm. She sits up a little and playfully give's Samantha's left nipple a playfully little nip with her teeth, and is rewarded by her friend moaning and loudly cumming on top of her.

Samantha collapses, lays down on her friend, her chest heaving. "Was it good for you?"

"Oh! Yes. You were wonderful."

"Could you help me out? I'm feeling just a little - unfulfilled." Samantha smiles shyly, and moves to her side. She takes as much of her lower right breast into her mouth as she can, her tongue sliding across the nipple rapidly, playing with Jane's lower left nipple with her right hand. Her left hand goes between Jane's legs. She seems hesitant to enter her, so Jane gently guides her fingertips to her clit, down her lips pressing them gently into her. Soon Samantha is stroking her hot wet pussy, and licking her lower pair of tits while she plays with her upper pair. When her orgasm hits its astounding, she just keeps gushing and gushing. For a moment she thinks this will never stop, but of course it does.

The two plan for a few hours, not discussing what just happened between them. Jane reassures her that she can't expect exactly the same thing to happen to both of them, given the differences in their genetic make up as well as body chemistry. In the back of her mind Jane keeps thinking two things: Should I tell Marcus? I want get back into bed with Samantha! Finally she realizes she had better get back home in case John had more information about what was going on. Maybe knows more about what was going on, and could tell her the changes were going to stop now. Whatever the news, it was going to be important. Jane is by no means an expert in surveillance, but she is aware that anyone with a scanner could listen to Samantha's phone without even having to tap the line. Just before she leaves, she is surprised to hear herself saying "So, ah, Samantha? When can I see you again?"

Samantha smiles and says "I think I'm going to lay low for a day, and then we'll see how I'm feeling after that."

"Okay - I'll see ya soon. Thanks for everything."

"No, thank you Jane. I mean that. I feel so much better now that we've talked things out. Now I'm confident that we'll find some sort of way to make things better. See you later."

When Jane gets home there is no news about Carl's computer. There is however, a message from Marcus saying he had to gone on an unexpected business trip but he'll be back tomorrow. "Sounds like a lie he made up on the spot", thinks Jane. The next message is her friend Kelly: "Hi Jane! I've been thinking about you a lot lately - when is the next get together? Can I come over before then? Say, if you call back soon, and I don't answer, it's 'cause I'm taking a nap. I don't know why, but I sure have been dozing off a lot lately. Anyway, let's hit Victoria's Secret sometime soon, all my bras seem to have shrunk or something. I'll call you later, bye bye."

That night Jane stands against a wall and measures herself like a growing little kid. The pencil mark is 6' 2" off the floor! She tries to sleep - but she's been sleeping a lot lately, and mostly tosses and turns, worrying about what's happening to her and her friends. Bored, she casually brushes her fingernails up her tight tummy, across her nipples, then finds she cannot sleep until she brings herself to climax three times. Finally she falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Meanwhile, across the park, Samantha was examining herself in the mirror. She looks critically at her 5'8, 38-24-36 frame in the mirror. No sign of stripes so far. "I sure hope nothing more happens. I like my rack the way it is, I wouldn't want four breasts. Although they sure were fun to play with."

Friday

As Jane woke up, she slowly became aware of several things. Birds singing outside. People talking out on the street. The way her room smells faintly of perfume. When she turns her head, she sees something turn with her at the edge of her vision. She bounces out of bed - fully awake and bouncing more than usual - and sees in the mirror she now has cat like whiskers sticking out of either side of her nose. Her ears have slid all the way to the top of her head and now poke out of her hair. Running her fingers over them, she senses fine fur beginning to grow. Much to her relief her top pair of breasts have stopped growing - perhaps a little too late - they're a bit more than a handful, must be FF cup or so. On the down side, she clearly sees another set of nipples developing directly in line and under her first four. She watches some television, trying to relax. Breakfast is the last of last night's tuna salad. Jane calls a local store that delivers and orders some food and lots of steak.

John calls and she answers in one ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jane, how's it going?"

"Uh, great. Do you have any news for me?"

"We got a little bit more out of Carl's computer. That guy was way ahead of us on some of this stuff. I have no idea how or if he came up with this. It seems he found a way to bond a virus and a builder nanomachine. We're running some projections on what the results would be. We'll know in a few days exactly what he was working on. It says in his notes that the goal was to create a virus carrying a library of genetic information, hundreds of sets of genes that would be carried in something smaller than a living cell. He apparently had some means of setting an organism into a state of rapid cell growth similar to adolescence, only what he has trying to achieve isn't precisely clear. It seems like he was working on some kind of adaptive gene patterns that would remain stable over generations. Crazy as it sounds, it looks like he was trying to cure inbreeding among tigers, if nothing else. Say, I got another call. I'll call you back later, okay?"

"Okay. Bye."

Meanwhile, back at Samantha's

She wakes up and stretches, feels pleasantly refreshed. Samantha starts to get dressed. When she puts on her bra she feels an erotic sensation. Just under her breasts two pink circles have apeared. There's a hint of a bump in the center of each. She realizes instantly the shade of pink is exactly the same as her nipples. "Oh no!" She runs to the mirror. Her ears are larger, a little higher up on her head. Faint beginnings of stripes are at the edge of her cheeks, a faint line down the center of her forehead has three lines to either side of it, the ones one top being longer. She gapes are herself - somehow it's terrifying and attractive at the same time.

Jane feels hot all day. She tries to burn off some energy on Marcus' treadmill. By noon small mounds are swelling up under her next set of nipples. When Marcus finally gets home he looks tired. He's shocked to see he now has to look up to look into her eyes. "Look what's happened to you - you're bigger than me now. Your ears, your chest . . ."

Jane takes two steps closer to him, rubs his arms, back, rubs her breasts on him. "Oh who cares - I've been waiting for you." She leads him into her bedroom and starts stripping off his clothes. He gives in. She seems more aggressive than usual. She reacts more strongly to his touch than ever, but still she can sense he seems distant.

Despite having his mind on something else, he manages to satisfy Jane a few times. They lie next to each other in bed, and just as she's about to roll over and do it again he gets up and starts packing his clothes into a suitcase.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Jane, honey, listen to me. I think this will be best for both of us. I'm going to check into a hotel for a couple of days. Your strength is starting to scare me. We had a good thing going, but I can't bear to watch you change any more."

"You're leaving me?"

"It's just for a while. Days, weeks if need be."

"But I need you! What if I continue to change more?" There is a definite hint of hysteria in her voice.

"What if you do? What if you turn completely into a tigress and forget how to open a door or that there's food in the fridge? Jeez Jane, you're bigger than me now. I could get hurt."

"You, is that all you can think about? What about what's happening to me? You bastard! At the very least you could have told me that before you screwed me!"

"I meant to, honestly I did. It's just - what with me being away so much lately I was feeling kind of pent up the last few days, and the way you greeted me when I came in - I couldn't help myself, and for that I apologize. But I'm leaving for a while and there's nothing you can do to change that." Marcus gets dressed. Jane follows him as far as the door but she's afraid of being seen in daylight these days. "I promise I'll call you from my apartment and get you my new phone number."

"Apartment? You said you were going to a hotel-"

"Uh, yeah. Well, just in case this takes longer than a couple days-"

"You . . . how could you do this to me now when I need you the most?"

"Well, life's funny that way. Call me. Really. I mean that. Good bye." And he drives away. Jane feels his leaving closes another chapter on her life. She runs back to her bed and cries. Because Marcus is gone. Because she doesn't know what's going to happen. Because she's scared. Eventually she blows her nose and puts on a bathrobe and makes herself a cup of tea. She makes herself a few snacks, and she feels a little better but not much. Jane watches TV for a few hours but can't concentrate on it. She takes a long hot shower, soaps up her chest and finds herself paying special attention to her nipples. When she dries off the thick soft towel feels wonderful on them, she looks at herself in the mirror, cupping her middle pair, wondering if men will still find her attractive.

Jane can't stand it anymore. She runs back to her bedroom and pulls out the box with her vibrator in it. She finds herself thinking of Kelly, of her young friend Samantha. She falls asleep after stimulating herself to orgasm. Wakes up at four in the morning and does it again.

Saturday, April 11

Jane wakes up, hot and sticky. The sheets are still damp with her sweat. She looks down at herself. Nothing too different, but - her middle pair of tits are now FF cup as well, and her lowest pair looks bigger than the firm, pleasant C cup pair she started with. Walking to the bathroom feels funny, and looking down she sees it's because her dainty feet have grown four inches longer in the last two days. Getting to the mirror she sees another surprise. The tip of her nose is pinker, and flatter, and her pupils are now more oval than round. "Fine. At least nothing major today." It seems strange to be happy about smaller changes rather than major ones, but in this messed up situation Jane will take anything good that comes her way. She walks into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. In her sleepy morning state she bumps one of her favorite crystal glasses out of the cupboard. She blinks, sees the glass in her hand. It hadn't fallen for more than part of a second when she caught it without trying. "Wow!", she thinks, "maybe my reflexes have increased even more than my sex drive."

Half an hour later, Samantha calls. "Jane? How fast can you get over here? There's something you should see."

"I understand. But can you come over here? I'm uh - kind of busy." "OK see you in few minutes." Jane sees she has a message on her machine she didn't notice before. It's Kelly's from yesterday: "Jane, are you around? Pick up the phone. I've been thinking about you a lot lately, and I think there's something wrong. Call me." Jane tries to call her then, but no one answers.

A few minutes later a scared looking Samantha shows up at Jane's' door. Jane hears her coming up and opens the door before Samantha knocks.

"Come on in. What's wrong?"

"This!" says Samantha and pulls up her shirt, which seems too thick for the warm weather they've been having. This reveals four pert breasts, pink aureoles that fade away, nipples that aren't that distinct. Instantly Jane's hands go to her friend's chest. "Does this hurt?" "Nooo - it feels really good." Samantha stands there, the sight of her friend touching her causing growing excitement. Jane realizes she hasn't had sex yet today and her need is growing strong again. She takes Samantha by the hand and leads her to her bedroom. The way Samantha smells tells her she's just as horny. She unzips and pulls down her skirt as Samantha starts exploring all of Jane's tits. They spend the next half hour just on foreplay. Samantha finds out what it's like to have her breasts cupped, nipples tweaked and licked and sucked on all at once. Jane's chest is so soft and jiggly, if you move her lower pair around it shifts all her others around too, causing her much excitement. This time it's Samantha's turn to have her four breasts caressed, suckled.

Samantha rubs her face on Jane's smooth tummy, moves it up a little, between all six of her breasts, feeling their soft resistance on her cheeks, lips and nose. The way they jiggle with her touch is delightful and arousing. She can feel her own four breasts on Jane's legs and tummy as she does this, reaches up to her own lower right breasts while licking Jane's middle pair.

Samantha lies on her back, legs spread, her four tits point straight up. Jane kneels just above her, kissing her, dragging her six breasts over Samantha's peaks and valleys. When four of their nipples meet it's an incredibly sexy sensation. She can feel Jane's saliva drying on her upper pair, and shudders and moans with pleasure when Jane playfully nips her lower left breast with her teeth, then pull as much of her breast into her mouth as the can. Jane's hands wander to Samantha's panties and bring Samantha to ever greater plateaus of pleasure, the slick fabric of her panties gets quite wet. Finally Samantha can't stand it and pulls down her own panties. When Jane probes her she comes like a string of firecrackers going off, but Jane doesn't stop there. Her fingers dart in and out of her faster and faster. Samantha's four breasts shake and rub against each other as she rocks her hips to meet Jane's strong and gentle touch.

They fondle and caress each other in every way they can think off. Jane even goes so far as to rub her big, erect nipples on Samantha's wet pussy, pushing her tit in what little she can. After a few hours of this they're sweaty and sticky, so they take a shower. Together. They soap up each others chests, laughing and smiling. Jane hasn't felt so relaxed and care free since this whole thing started.

At some point Kelly calls and leaves a message, complaining about being really needing a man or woman, and a strange rash on her chest. Jane calls her but no one ever answers. They briefly consider going out looking for her but they decide it's too risky since they don't really know where Kelly is. After a pleasant day spent eating lots of steak, and several sexual adventures, Samantha stays the night not on purpose, but because she falls into a deep sleep on Jane's bed.

Sunday

Samantha wakes up, not knowing where she is. She realizes she's sleeping right up next to someone very soft with lots of curves. Sitting up she feels the still unfamiliar sensation of her breasts sliding across each other. She sees her finger and toenails are thinner. She looks more muscular, as if she's been working out lately. No other changes are apparent. Looking at Jane, she sees her friend's legs look different today, and she has two pairs of FF cup breasts, below that a pair of DD cup breasts, and below that two distinct little red nipples. Hastily she checks herself - nothing more yet. She's relieved.

Jane wakes up, yawns and stretches. She sees Samantha is awake and stands up. Everything seems small and far away. She feels like she's standing funny. She looks down and what she sees distresses her. Lifting up her lowest pair of breasts she sees two more nipples have grown in overnight. Much worse than that, her thighs and feet have changed shape. Her thighs curve slightly now. Her toes are rearranged - she's standing on cat like paws. Her fingernails and toenails are now retractable claws. She flexes them slightly and watches them emerge. It would be fascinating to watch if these weren't her claws! Her toes look just like a cat's, only covered in her skin, and she even has a dew claw now. Now her long feet add to her height - they measures her up against the wall, and she now stands naturally at 6' 8", a full foot taller than Samantha.

They measure Samantha's height and she doesn't seem to be growing any.

"How come you're so lucky?"

"I wish I knew."

"Somehow we've got to get more information about what's going on."

"How? You know work is closed until tomorrow." The only thing they can think of is to look up tigers. Jane's encyclopedia tells them a few things. It tells them tigers are nocturnal, solitary creatures, getting together only to mate. Like the statistics of a Siberian tiger. Family Felidae. Panthera tigris altaica. 1.4 meters to 2.8 meters long not including tail, which can be 27 to 37 inches long. Weighs 400 - 675 pounds.

"OH MY GOD" says Jane.

"Why, how much do you weigh now?" Jane locks herself in the bathroom and weighs herself. Comes back out.

"Well?"

"Uh, I ain't saying. More than I used to."

"Oh come on."

"Don't ask me again Samantha!" Her ears flatten back as she says this.

"Sorry. This encyclopedia isn't too helpful." They go online for more detailed information.

Finally they find a page with much better information, after wading through a bunch of stuff about sports. First this page tells them the encyclopedia was just plain wrong. There's a picture of five unrelated tigers just hanging out with each other. Perhaps it isn't frequent but it does happen - maybe when they're all well fed or something. It also says that tigers in parks sleep and hunt both day and night, that being nocturnal is just their way of staying away from mankind. Then they find out some rather disturbing information. In temperate climates tigers come into estrus - heat - seasonally, but in tropical climates throughout the year. (Suddenly Jane is less happy with the unseasonably warm weather they've been having.) Tigers are induced ovulators, they must be stimulated through frequent copulation to get pregnant. The female signals her readiness through scent markings and roars. When they mate, it's through a series of brief sex acts, over as long as a five day period, during which they often don't eat or do anything else. The male has spines on his penis, which is perhaps why after mating the female roars and lashes out at the male. A picture shows tigers mating in water, just two feline faces sticking out of the water, his above hers. She looks really happy.

The phone rings, kicking them off line. "Hello? Hi Kelly, how are you doing? Wait! Don't tell me on the phone. Just stop by, okay?"

A short while later Kelly shows up. She seems to be in the same shape as Samantha, only her extra pair of breasts are only prepubescent so far. She's shocked at how tall Jane has become, stares openly at her six tits. Looking at Jane's pink nose, whiskers, and claws, Samantha's stronger build and extra pair of breasts seems like no big deal. They talk for a while and come up with a plan. If things get better or don't change, they will quit their jobs and send other people to collect their stuff from work, hoping to get away with their old lives. If they change much more, there won't be any more going out during the day - they had better just flee. Jane suggests they stick together so they can watch each other's backs, and offers to let her friends stay at her place. They agree on this. Samantha and Kelly decide to go home and get some things to stay for a few days. They also agree to start pulling money out of the bank in case they need it. Just before they leave, Jane says "There's just one more thing. Can either of you help me with this? I need a man!"

Kelly smiles. "I know someone we can trust. Ed is really a nice guy, and he's a cat person too."

"You mean, like us?"

"No, silly, I mean he owns two cats and keeps pictures of them on his desk at work."

"Call him right away!"

"I will, but I'm not making any promises. I'll have to tell him to be ready for a surprise."

Soon Samantha and Kelly arrive with suitcases. They eat a huge meal and sit down on the couch together. Jane calls Kim and Nicole to see if anything strange has been happening to them lately. It turns out they've been a lot hungrier and hornier lately than either of them are used to. Jane sighs, tells them to pack a few things and come on over to her place, and she'll explain later.

"Say, Kim's short enough she could sleep on the smaller sofa, and Nicole can stay on the larger one. But I don't have anywhere for you two to sleep - unless - my double bed is awfully empty these days. We could fit if we snuggle up close. Is that all right?" Kelly thinks it's a wonderful idea, and it's okay with Samantha.

Later that night the three friends find they're all too hot and bothered to lie next to each other without doing anything. Soon Jane is licking Samantha between her legs, while caressing her four breasts to a peak of ecstasy. Much to her surprise she sees Kelly putting on a strap on dildo and approaching her from the rear. As the white plastic cock is penetrating her deeply, Kelly's four small breasts flatten against Jane's back. Kelly reaches around and cups each of Jane's breasts, feeling the way they jiggle and rock with each of her thrusts. Jane moans, reaches a screaming orgasm. She feels warm and glowing and free, the only thought on her mind is that there might be an up side to all this after all.

Monday.

Samantha starts to wake up. A diesel engine outside is so loud it's shaking the bed. As she wakes up she realizes it's too high pitched to be an engine. The bed rocks a little. She wakes up a little and opens her eyes. It's really dark in Jane's bedroom, but she finds she can see perfectly anyway. Jane is lying on her back. Her lowest pair of breasts have filled out to about a D cup and Kelly is lying on her side, licking Jane's lowest right breast. Jane looks like she's asleep, but she has this cute smile on her face, and she's purring!

Samantha gets up and feels odd. The sink in the bathroom seems lower than usual. She sees yet another pair of breasts have started growing in on her, her stripes are darker, and she looks stronger. Her fingernails are almost claws now. And her breasts have swollen up to an EE cup or so.

Walking back into Jane's bedroom, she sees both Jane bent over looking back, and Kelly staring in amazement at Jane's ass. Then she sees why. A small stub has appeared above Jane's buttocks, which it seems she can move a little. "You're growing a tigress' tail? A cute, sexy tigress tail!"

"Why Samantha, you sound almost happy about it."

"Well, I think it'll look good on you. I mean, what good is being a tigress if you don't get a long tail to trail along behind you?"

"You've gotten over this awfully quick."

"If you'd asked me, just last week if I'd want this to happen to me, I would have said no. But at least I have some good friends I can count on to help me out. Just having you to help me know what to expect has been reassuring. And lately - well it's been erotic. I don't know if you know this Jane, but you look really hot like this. You make one incredibly sexy catgirl." To illustrate her point she reached out and lightly rubbed her hands up Jane's chest, brushing each of her nipples in turn. Her libido on overdrive, Jane's body instantly responds, she starts getting hot. The three have a wonderful morning, full of licking and touching, hotness and smooth pink flesh.

When they're done, Jane says "What are Kim and Nicole going to think?"

"I think they're going to know exactly what we were doing."

"Who cares?" says Kelly.

Their friends say nothing, but they do give them kind of a funny look.

Jane calls John, eager for more information about what's going on. "So what's news, John?"

"Well, we got our simulations back. Very interesting. We found that a tiger infected with this . . .stuff would gain a complete genetic library of information. A tigress' cubs would each have a different set of genes, and if it had mated with a non-infected tiger, it would carry half as much information. With another affected tiger it would have half of both its parents histories. Very effective against inbreeding."

"Have you tried running the simulation for humans?" "No, that hadn't occurred to me, but that's a great idea. It might be dangerous. Gosh there's no telling what this stuff would do to a human, if anything. "

"Tell me those results as soon as you get them."

"Anything for you, Jane."

Dear Diary: today a couple of new twists developed. First let me tell you the happy one. Kim set me up with Ed! He was startled to see me, but he invited me to a double feature at a drive in movie. Lucky for me he owns a van. We were sitting on the bench seat so no one would see a tigress. Part way into the first movie he put his arm around me. I kind of snuggled up to him. As you know I haven't really been able to wear a bra for several days now, so a couple of my nipples brushed up against his chest. I felt so safe and secure there next to him. He's pretty cute too. One thing sort of led to another, and the next thing you know I was unzipping his pants and well you know. I've never had such crazy wild sex in my life. I don't like the comparison, but I was like an animal. The second time took up almost the whole second movie. Ed was great. I could tell he was a little intimidated at first but he got over that fast. Gosh are some of my nipples sore. I scratched up his back some but he assured me he was cool with that. When we got back to my place, I would have invited him in, but I wasn't sure he'd deal with my room mates. Or vice versa.

Now for the sad part. Marcus called me earlier today. He sounded really upset. He blamed me and said I'd better help him or I'm in big trouble. I wonder what he meant by that. He's coming over tomorrow.

I can't believe it. After I had Ed for hours, Kelly and Samantha sort of started something in our bed, and I somehow found the energy to join in. Samantha's breasts are great. I wonder if she'll get eight of them too so we can lie side by side slowly rubbing all our nipples together, or maybe she'll crawl up between my legs wearing Kelly's strap on and . . . anyway Kelly really knows how to make me hot every time. She's fantastic in bed.

Tuesday

Samantha wakes up. She sees she's getting a little more up top. Her top pair must be FF or so, a little more than a handful, and incredibly sexy. She sees Kelly seems to be getting even more that way. Jane doesn't look that different, except her tail is 6 inches long, and when they measure her, they find she's 6'10, thanks to her long feline legs, and slightly more long bodied shape. This makes Samantha curious, and she find's she's an inch taller than her driver's lisence says.

Marcus shows up, looking like a pissed off little kid. There's something different about his face but she's not sure what. He's wearing a windbreaker over his shirt, even in this heat. When he steps in she sees why. He has breasts, young girl's breasts. He's a little shocked when he sees how tall Jane has become but he's so angry he doesn't care. "You did this to me! This is all your fault. You march on down to that damn lab of yours and get me the cure right now! If you don't I'm going to the police to tell them all about this weird cat creature living in their city. Or maybe animal control! I bet this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a slut!"

Jane means to slap him. She does use the back of her hand. But she doesn't know her own strength now. Marcus' head bounces off the wall behind him. He crumples like a rag doll to the ground, leaving a fist sized crater in the drywall. "Oops." says Jane. "Is he okay?"

Nicole checks him - she's had some medical training beyond her career as a certified nurse. "Yeah, it's just a concussion. It'll hurt, but he'll be fine. But what do we do now? We can't just leave him here. I don't want to kidnap him. And if we let him go, he'll call the police. "From what you've told me, Jane, I know he's just big enough of a jerk to do it."

"I don't think we have a choice. Let's do something to slow him down. And leave. I'm sure it won't be safe to stay here much longer - they'll see through this leave of absence nonsense sooner or later, and we might as well be ready for them. "

"Leave? and go where exactly?"

"There's only one way to keep them from catching up to us. I've been giving this a lot of thought - a couple days worth. And the only thing I can think of is to run, to keep moving and not stop until we've been completely forgotten about."

"But where will we go? How will we get there?"

To slow Marcus down they strip his clothes off and make a discovery. Not only does he have the budding breasts of a 16 year old girl, he has another pair of nipples forming under them. When they pull down his underwear, they find his cock is only two inches long, and forming a triangular structure with his shrunken balls. Already it looks more like a large clit than a penis. His fingernails are halfway to being claws, and his ass is much larger and curvey than a normal man's. His ears are pointed and higher on his head, and his teeth are already sharper. "He's turning into a tigress too!"

"Serves him right, that selfish jerk. I wonder what I saw in him anyway. How could I be so blind.", says Jane.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Jane. I'm sure he could be sweet when he wanted something."

Dear Diary. Today my life turned upside down. My former boyfriend threatened to expose me and my friends to the government. We could not allow him to do this - at least not without a good head start. I called Ed. I introduced him to my friends. He was more than a little startled by a house of tigresses. . We gave him a tough choice and I can't believe he accepted, but he did. He agreed to help us. I told him he could either help us, turning his back on everything he's ever known, or never seeing me again. It sounds melodramatic but it was a simple statement of fact. Personally, I would have given the matter more thought than he did - but apparently he wasn't as attached to his boring, normal life the way I was.

We all packed just a few essentials. I'm amazed five tigresses and their stuff fit into one van. I said goodbye to my old life and my old self as we drove away. Oh yeah, and I also tied my former boyfriend who's turning into a tigress to a tree in a park, naked. I'm afraid for our futures, and wonder how we'll get by, but at least we have each other.

Ed rented us rooms at a hotel. I don't know if it was fair but he got us one and the girls another. Hey, it's cheap but we only have so much money. Later on Samantha told me she was questioned about what we'd been doing with Kelly by Nicole and Kim. She told them. They asked her if she liked it. She said 'a lot'". Sam told me she kind of found herself seducing them at this point but it wasn't hard because they were curious . . . and extremely horny!

Wednesday April 15, 1998

Samantha wakes up because something is lightly brushing her breasts, tickles but nice. It starts by her top right nipples, faint but definitely there. It pokes and tickles, and she can't imagine exaclty what would feel like that. She opens her eyes and finds Jane is brushing her whiskers from nipple to nipple. She reaches up and gives her new lover a little hug. Jane's eight breasts jiggle delightfully across Samantha's six. By now Samantha's third pair have grown into pleasant DD cup breasts and the feel of Jane's curvey, soft flesh makes her glow. Jane moves to Samantha's lowest pair, and Samantha watches, sleepily as Jane starts to lick her nipples. Jane's tongue is kinda scratchy now, not harsh but with a rough texture that that feels wonderful on her nipples and clit. It's a little odd to peer over six breasts to see a woman with feline fangs sticking a quarter inch out of her sexy lips, but on Jane it just looks cute.

Samantha calls John that afternoon on his lunch break. "Hi John, what's news?"

"We've gotten some astounding information from those simulations. I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"So? Let me have it" (as if I didn't know. . .)

"It turns out these things could affect humans. They're designed specifically to affect a large number of people from Custom Genetics Inc. We know this because we've recovered lots of files from Carl's computer, including some things he thought he had destroyed. We know he had samples of DNA from a lot of people here. Uh, I don't know how to say this exactly, but you were one of them. Any idea what he might have against you?"

"Well, I did give him two less than average performance reviews. He was always wasting time, he did half as much as other researchers. And I did say some bad things about him to his boss, which later turned out not to be true, but I didn't realize that at the time. And then there's the time I fired him, but how could he know I was going to do that?"

"Whatever the reason, he "tuned" this virus to your DNA patterns making you specifically susceptible to it."

"So how would this thing work?"

"And what would it do?"

"Well, before I tell you that, let me tell you about what we found when we deincrypted the backup tape. Carl had thousands of records of tiger DNA. It seems he had perfected a way of extracting DNA from tiger skin rugs, bones, and had spent considerable effort getting tons of samples. He spent his vacation time traveling the world in this effort. Carl was obsessed! He even got samples of saber tooth tiger DNA, and some from groups more recently extinct at the hands of man. It just so happens I got a look at fax misrouted by the National Security Institute. They raided Carl's house and found he'd been stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of equipment. There is a bright side in what I must tell you, or at least a slightly less dark side, for you. It seems Carl liked designing genes in his spare time. He had genes for centaurs, fox people, mermaids, raptors, all sorts of stuff. He had almost a hundred samples in a file labelled "whore", and some means of processing RNA and reproducing that's so advanced we have no idea what it's for or does. He had his own library of DNA, everything from horses, cows, otters, badgers, porcupines, skunks, dinosaurs, you name it. What scares me is if that's what they found, what did he get away with?

Any way, if someone were exposed to this stuff, it would turn them into a humanoid tiger. Slowly, over a period of two weeks after lying dormant anywhere from three days to several weeks. The changes would vary depending on how close genetically similar they were to his targets, and how many of these nano viruses they were exposed to in the first place. Carl's emphasis was on reproduction. It seems the tiger people would have enhanced sex drives. This is all part of his crazy plan to repopulate the world with tigers. My best guess is this would affect maybe 20% of the world's population, plus or minus several million people. One out of five women infected by this would become male, four out of five men would be rewritten and remolded by builder nanomachines into females. In his notes he says he threw that in because one male could easily get many females pregnant. He also designed in an increased sex drive, and reactive, adaptive ways to produce tiger people capable of bearing the young they'd have."

"What do you mean by that?", Jane says, sounding angry to cover her fear.

"Uh, well, you see, if these tiger people were to mate, they'd have cubs. A person with one tiger parent would have half their parent's tiger DNA, and would always be tiger person with this adaptive pattern. Two tiger humanoids would have tiger cubs for kids, not even with the same DNA pattern. You could get a white tiger with blue eyes, a Siberian tiger and a smilodon all in one uh litter. It's in Carl's notes. Tigers have an average of two to three cubs per litter, five at the largest. They live on milk for six to eight weeks. But human babies nurse for considerably longer than that. And of course there's no available data for tiger people. . .

So, now the nice people from the National Security Institue have confiscated all of Carl's stuff. Just between you and me I think a bunch of people at the lab helped themselves to some of it so in the future they can take credit for advances in biochemistry. I've seen people in biosuits going from room to room in a procedure that takes days per room, looking for nanomachines or super viruses."

"Did they check my office yet?"

"No, but they're scheduled to in a few days - why Jane is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Yeah, I'm running away and you will probably never see me again."

"Can I ask why? Are you involved in this some how?"

"Yes but not the way you're thinking. I'm a victim of it."

"You don't mean - my God Jane - is there anything I can do?"

"Destroy any record of me that you can without getting caught."

"I'm pretty good with a computer - I can take out a lot of stuff sooner or later without them ever figuring it out."

"Sooner would be good, John."

"Will you send me a postcard sometime, just to let me know you're okay?"

"I have the feeling you'll be hearing from me every now and then. I'd better go. Thanks for everything."

"OK Jane, best of luck. Good bye."

Jane makes some hard decisions that afternoon. She figures if she's still changing, she's still in the infectious state. If Ed is going to get infected, he already is. She decides not to tell him. Her friends ask her about her phone call, if she can tell them what is going to happen to them. All she can say is "results vary." This doesn't exactly reassure them, but she points out the odds are good they won't all be giant, eight breasted cat women.

Wednesday, April 29

Dear Diary. I realized I hadn't written in two weeks but I've been extremely busy dodging the police, the NSI, evil scientists in unmarked white vans, and corrupt politicians. I doubt I will have time to write for a while, but it feels wrong not catch up a little.

I'm camping in a different state. These days my friends and I could give house cats lessons on how to slink. My senses are acutely sharp. I can smell the trees around me, tell my friends are nearby by their scent. I can hear the slightest movement from a long ways away. Every bird, every bug catches my eye, movement especially. We are much more adapted for seeing in the dark now. Including Ed, who has turned into a tall male tiger.

He took it better than I could have hoped. He explained that he was already kind of commited to me when he agreed to abandone his life and run away with us. That, and now he gets to drive around in a van crowded with five sexy tigresses. Sometimes we sleep together in the van. He's not strictly my boyfriend any more as sometimes I share him with others as they choose. Nicole tends to join in with us a lot.

We've been staying in small hotels or state parks. We keep moving. A team of police and scientists caught up to us once so far. I'm afraid we had to get rather rough with them, they left us no choice. We pretended to surrender, then fought back at the last second. They were so surprised. You wouldn't believe how quick our reflexes are. They never stood a chance even though they had guns. We've been evading them pretty good so far. It doesn't hurt that we can hear them coming from miles away, or see them clearly in the dark.

When we run out of gasoline or food, we send in Kim. She's now 5' 8", used to be 5' 5". We can pass her off for normal if we cover her ears with a hat, a long skirt to hide her tail in, and make her wear a bra padded so that her four breasts just look like rather large, long tits.

Kelly is now 6 feel tall. Her complexion is more tawny now, with dark stripes. She only has four breasts but they're huge, they hang down almost to her waist. Just like the rest of us she walks on her toes, and has a long tail.

Samantha is now 5' 11. Her eight FF cup breasts rest on each other, making the top few pairs stand almost straight out. I just love playing with her jutting mams, or rubbing my tail between them, across her nipples, then down between her legs . . it's not like my tail is prehensile, but I can thrash the end of it around if I want to. When we're not thinking about them our tails do a lot to show our moods. When we're happy or playful or horny, they stick straight up behind us. When we walk, they swish left and right with our steps. Samantha has a sexy slinky feline walk to die for. The way her hips sway just make me want to grab them and uh well you know.

Me? I'm now 7'3. I take up most of the back of the van. If I cup up four GG cup bras and sew them together, maybe then I can get some support. I'm not sure it will work. Kelly is good at sewing. She's working on it. She's been helping us with that.

Then there's Nicole. Poor Nicole. She's the only tigress to get a fine coat of fur. She's almost as tall as me 6' 9", and she used to almost as short as Kim at 5'6". She was awfully upset for several days when her fur grew in. I think she's beautiful. She'll get over it eventually. Besides her fur is soft and delicious to touch.

It's a little crowded in the van but we've had some fun with it too. Sometimes I wake up and just start licking whoever is next to me. The purring gets mighty loud. I found out great cats don't purr in the technical sense of the word - they lack the structure for it - but they do make a sound just like purring, and it comes naturally to us. If we're happy enough it just happens.

Monday, May 11, 1998

Dear Diary: And now for some news.

I've heard rumors of an eight breasted tigress named Marcia dancing at a club not too far from where we left Marcus tied to a tree.

People all over the world have begun turning into tigers. I was watching CNN in the hotel the other day. They had a map. It started on the west coast, spread around from their. Governments of the world are scrambling to contain it. They'll fail. Most people who catch this don't feel the effect for days, weeks. The moment they catch it, it's too late, the effects are irreversable by any means we have. In my opinion, there will soon be billion tiger people on the planet. Changes will have to be made everywhere to accommodate them. Houses being built larger, chairs designed to accommodate tails, round short shoes to protect tigerish paw pads.

So, either someone else from my office got away - which seems likely, and then infected someone - or Marcus slept with a few people after leaving me. In a way that would make me directly responsible for 1.2 billion people turing into tiger pepole. I try not to think about it too much.

This has come to be known as the Tiger Effect, or Felinization as the scientist on TV call it. Some day I'll write more about the things that have happened since then. Mostly we've been travelling the country righting wrongs and fighting injustices.

If this diary ever falls into the hands of someone I hope that it explains why I did what I did more than it condemns me.

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