[ataru320]

Yo.  In honor of "my special day" tomorrow (though its already tomorrow in parts of the world), I decided to put up a short little tale for the couple of you that have read my works on this board. (you know who you are)  And unlike anyone else, I'm not expecting gifts, so don't even try.  This is my gift to you…(hears crickets) Yep, you.
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It was late at night in the suburban-like Atticus section of Seltzer City.  Most of the town had completely shut down around here, with maybe the only things remaining open being a couple bars or a nearby all-night convenience store.  Along one of the streets, practically every house was completely dark and locked, with everyone making sure they were secure at all times even when sleeping.  The Nazareth household didn’t look like of the others, with the house completely dark, the front lights on to keep the thieves away and even with the obvious “beware of dog” sign placed near the door.  Mr. and Mrs. Nazareth were cuddled up together within their queen-sized bed on the ground floor, snuggling together and deep within their own dreams.  Upstairs in little Mickey's room, the boy was locked away under his linen prison, trying to get some sleep for another exciting day at school tomorrow.  Even the family Corgi was sleeping in his dog bed down in the living room, nuzzling its muzzle towards its small rump without a tail to prevent it from virtually sniffing itself.  Nearly every room in the house was still in the darkness, peacefully keeping still until the light of the morning drifted their way once again.
Unfortunately, the only room that was not completely and totally still at this time of night was Madison's room.  Sealed away, with her door locked from the inside, the girl was quietly squirming around in her bed.  Her eyes remained closed in the darkness, but it was merely a ruse preventing anyone from knowing the truth.  In reality, her mind was continuing to race with her imagination at full power.  The fact that she was completely cut off from reality merely made the racings of her mind move even faster in the darkness.  And the further she thought, the more active her body became underneath her sheets, tossing and turning about like a fish out of water.  As her head moved about on her pillow, her pigtails flipped around with her moving every which way and somehow remaining parallel with her face at every move.  Sweat dripped down from her face as she did not say a thing, showing the internal stress currently going on within her even as she tried to sleep..but could she sleep at this time?  Would she ever try to sleep again after what happened?
Spontaneously, without any alarm and with the room remaining in darkness, Madison's eyes chose to ignore her mental desire to sleep.  Quickly they shot open, bloodshot from the lack of calm she was facing, restless to find out the time that it was.  As soon as her eyes opened, she turned her head once again towards the clock near her dresser.  Staring at the digital display, she saw that it wasn't even tomorrow yet: it was only 11:45 at night!  About the same time as she looked at the time, she felt the stimulus of her internal functions suddenly speed up from the stress of being up at this time of night.  Her head experienced a sharp pain that she could feel around her forehead, scrunching it up and preventing some of the bangs near there to feel frizzed.  She could feel the pain around her entire skull, humming in agony, but she could not say a word without disturbing her family.  Her chest felt a slight pain as her heart started beating faster and faster, to the point that she thought she could sense the motion of her pulse even within her own ears.  Madison felt her own breath making short, deep spurts, trying to take in as much oxygen as they possibly could within.  Every pore was drowning from streams of salty sweat flowing downwards from her heated brow towards either her chin or towards the hair on the back of her head.  Meanwhile, the spasms on her back were preventing her from feeling comfortable no matter what position she took.  What exactly was going on that was causing her body to react so spontaneously?  Couldn't she just sleep through this and worry about this in the morning?  She tried to think, but her head was a volcano ready to explode in pain!  She had to get out and at least get some aspirin or something to keep her calm tonight!
Although her body was going crazy with the immense pressure it was building up, Madison was somehow able to silently get up, slip on some slippers and open the door to make her way from her room to the bathroom just across from her.  She felt really weak as she got up, as if she really didn't want to move due to the pain, but somehow she had to.  But as she made her way to the bathroom, she noticed that something felt off this evening.  She couldn't quite explain it, but her body just felt a little different as she started to walk.  She first noticed it as she put her slippers on…or at least tried to put them on.  As she had put them in the footholds, her feet felt a bit snugger than they were even earlier in the night.  Back around nine this evening, she had plenty of foot space to put in them, but now it felt like a perfect fit…if not a tad tighter than usual.  Just as weird was how her ankles were exposed outwards into the elements as she moved towards the bathroom.  Earlier, the jammies were perfectly going down until they reached her feet, but they felt a couple inches smaller.  Not to mention tighter: the part of her cuff that was over her ankle felt like they were being surrounded on the inside by her calves while further up had less leg room around her thighs.  Even her butt felt a tad snug in there, with her rump somehow starting to feel the material…but with something weird adding extra hold to that area.  She could quite explain what it was, but it felt like something inside her was stabbing the cotton.  And it wasn't just her pajama bottoms either: her top sleeves, which had easily hung off her body earlier in the evening, felt as if her arms had grown a little…but of what?  Her shoulders too felt caught within the cotton, while she felt her back for the first time as she made her way across.  Her chest felt a tad strange, as if her nipples were gently touching the pajama top and were surrounded by something that felt a bit larger than they should have been.  Yeah, Madison thought as she saw her shirt seem further away from her chest, this is probably that time of month again.  Why else would she think her boobs were something other than their normal small selves?  Though she felt a sensation where her small back pigtails were starting to brush down a couple inches further down towards the middle of her neck instead of near her head.  Would her period really make her hair grow a couple inches while she was trying to sleep!?  No…she thought to herself…it had to be from the headaches.  Madison figured her head was hurting so bad it was making her feel things she never experienced before.  That had to explain it, didn't it?
As her slightly snug foot crossed the threshold into the bathroom, Madison's palm slapped itself against the doorframe as she felt her way towards the light switch to turn it on.  As the white bathroom lit up in all its glory, the raven-haired female slowly inched body through the open gate, inching her eyes and face inside and trying to keep her body steady as she tried to get inside.  As her head made its way inside, she failed to notice the height markers measuring her and her brother's growth in pencil.  The highest mark for Madison in the height measurements marked 5 ft. 3 in. from the floor, whereas Mickey's height measure was already a couple inches below hers, though he was a few years younger.  Yet as the female slouched her way through into the white room, what she failed to notice was that the top of her head was a couple inches above the marker made for her own height growth.  And due to the slouch caused by the pain in her legs and back, it was obvious that even this current measurement might have been an inch or two shorter than what Madison was at this moment!  Yet the pain couldn't make her stand long enough to realize this: once her head and her body were partially in the bathroom, her legs seemed to turn to helpless jelly instantly, making her fall downwards in an instant!  As she fell, somehow she collapsed perfectly on the royal blue rug aligning the wooden tile, with her head barely missing the edge of the tub and preventing total knockout.
A minute or so after falling to the ground, Madison started to stretch out her one of her arms in an attempt to get back up off the ground.  As she moved, she felt her arms and shoulders both feeling further confined in her peach-colored cotton nightgown top, scrunched inside as if merging in the material, yet desiring eventual escape!  Although they were in pain, she knew she had to get up…she had to be stronger than whatever was happening.  As her arm pushed, one of her pain-driven legs moved slowly onto its knees to give her leverage in her motion.  Like her arms, her knees and upper legs were feeling more and more confined inside her pajamas, filling up with the contents of her own body and pushing her clothing outwards.  The cuff of her jammies felt higher on her thighs than in the hall, with her calves feeling larger and more demanding in what felt like a confined muscle as opposed to a small stick with a bump for foot movement.  Even her butt couldn't take being in her sleepwear anymore, with the cotton fusing with her glutes firmly and neatly.  The strange lump towards the top of her butt was further causing problems, making a stabbing motion outwards as if it needed a way out!  Sure her heart was beating fast, her breathing couldn't relax and she had pain making its way from her head to her toes…but Madison knew that if she couldn't get up, she would never understand what was going on!  Slowly, unconcerned with what would happen to her clothing or even herself, the raven haired girl pushed herself upwards, both arms and legs moving in synchronous motion, rising upwards without any knowledge or care of what was happening…or why!
As Madison's body made its way upwards, she found some leverage on a nearby sink in order to steady herself from falling back down.  It was at this moment that she started to realize that there was something seriously wrong with the sudden, horrific pain she was going through.  As her head made its way above the sink, it stared down at the arm keeping her steady in the midst of stabbing pain…and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.  The part of her arm that was not covered had seemed to become red in color.  Her first theory was sunburn on her arm, but she knew it wasn't true.  It was still cool outside this time of year and she still wore long sleeve shirts to school and even when she went out with friends and family.  There couldn't be enough intensity, especially with the sun still rather low in the sky and her arms blocked by clothing from the ultraviolet rays, to even cause sunburn anywhere.  Yet the redness did not seem at all like sunburn: it was light while getting darker by the moment and even across her entire arm, front and back sides.  She tried to move her other hand to check the rest of her arm for the redness, and then she was in further shock!  The same red shade was slowly appearing on her opposite hand as well…but the strangeness didn't stop there.  As she turned her hand away from the palm, she saw that her fingers were longer than she ever remembered!  The bones were somehow stretching them into a more feminine, graceful hand than she was used to.  And making things weirder was that her nails were growing at the same rate as the fingers, growing longer and more manicured as they stretched about a half inch away from the flesh and getting longer by the second!  Yet the weirdest part wasn't that her nails were getting longer, but how they were shifting in color just like her skin.  But instead of becoming redder, her lengthening nails were darkening in color, turning black as the excruciating night!  What the hell is going on, Madison thought to herself, after first witnessing her changing skin and fingers.  Who, or what, was she actually becoming?
Knowing that there was something wrong, she had to steady herself upwards to get to the vanity mirror.  If she could get a good look at her reflection, she could figure out further what was going on.  Mentally suppressing the pain she felt, Madison steadily moved her body forward and pushed her legs up, trying to get as steady as possible in order to get a good look.  As she pushed upwards, trying her best to ignore all that pain but feeling it with each motion, she heard something that sounded like seams ripping apart from some pressure from somewhere.  The sound made her pause for a moment to gather her thoughts, but it only made her realize the terrible headache she was experiencing!  She had to ignore her senses…she had to get up!  Pushing forward in moving her body to a straight position, Madison was finally able to look into the mirror of the white bathroom…and what her bloodshot hazel eyes saw could not believe what they were looking at!  Immediately, she saw how her face was not immune to the pigmentation change that had been occurring on her arms, and it looked like it was already getting darker and more dominant!  Somehow, the red color her skin was changing was complimenting her black eyebrows nearly perfectly.  She had also noticed that her hair had continued to grow as well as she continued to change.  She could not feel the growth of her hair on her back due to the pain it was experiencing, but she saw how her small beaded pigtails behind her back had grown down to the top of her back and was continuing to head downwards, to the point where the tiny beads were merely holding down two river-like streams of black.  Outside her hair, there were two things that looked like small lumps emerging on the top of her head as if they were pushing their way outwards.  Madison somehow figured that maybe this is what was causing all these headaches…but why did it feel worse than that?  She felt something was emerging elsewhere on her head somewhere…but she was so blocked out she couldn't quite figure out where.
Continuing to head down in her mirror investigation, her eyes followed her reddening skin on her neck down to her pajama top..and was in for further shock.  For starters, the way that her top was rising several inches away from her chest showed that her breasts had been growing larger since she last noticed.  She couldn't make out how big they were or what cup size they were from the top of her head, but they were already about the size of one of those sluts from school that always flaunts her cleavage in every guy's face (though she officially claimed that was about a DD).  She feared touching her chest since she didn't know how soft or firm they would be, but a sensation coming from her nipples felt like they were not done growing yet!  Madison also finally got a good glance at her arms, where she at least saw where that sound she heard earlier was coming from.  The seams around her sleeves from her upper arm to her shoulders were coming apart quickly, with the threads breaking apart under the pressure of emergent mass.  Around one of the broken seams, she saw the upper part of her reddening arm with what appeared to be a strong, rising bicep.  Further down, the covered lower end of her arm was pushing tricep muscles downwards, forcing the seams to come apart faster as the muscles grew bigger.  And furthermore, the appearance of her shoulders revealed that her shoulders were becoming broader and were harboring increasing deltoid muscles which were preventing her from not moving anything without endangering her jammies!  While she witnessed the growth of her rising muscles on the right side, the left was not too far behind, with biceps, triceps and deltoids working together to prevent either of her sleeves for surviving too much longer.
Moving even further down in her sight of view, she saw that the decreasing perspective of her top due to an increasing size of body was revealing more of her midsection every second.  Her cotton cover had risen upwards to the point where it seemed less like a shirt and more like a bra for an expanding bust.  As it rose, her red  midsection showed a slightly defined set of abdominal muscles becoming further chiseled below her chest.  Madison recalled all the sit-ups she had to do in gym class for nothing while watching the school track team show off their midsections in the locker room…yet now she was finally developing a powerful set of abs without any of her remaining baby fat to hold her back.  But her temporary elation towards a portion of her development came to a halt as she stared down below that.  There, surrounding a small innie bellybutton on her body, showed a strange black circle perfectly engulfing her small node, with three lines coming out of it.  The lines curved off from the circle in a diagonal direction, as if each one was forming itself into a small little number 6.  Madison recalled how she merely got this mark this morning when a cloaked stranger appeared at school and punched her exactly at her bellybutton!  The pain went away within minutes, but all that remained was the marking of the interlocked 6s.  Since she got it, Madison had not shown or told anyone, neither her parents, teachers or even her school friends, thinking it would just go away like a bump or bruise!  But here, in the midst of these weird changes…in the midst of turning into something so otherworldly, the teenage girl started to question the obvious: was this the source of everything that had happened today?  Was this the source of all the pain she was suffering and all the changes she was undergoing!?  And could she find a way to stop it before…
But before the raven-haired girl could perfectly figure out the truth of her strange tattoo, she felt a horrific headache coming on..the worst head pain she had yet!  Instinctively, Madison's changing hands went upwards towards her head around her ears, trying to control herself and figure out what was going on! (knowing that several more shoulder and arm threads were going to tear apart due to growing muscle)  Without even getting to the pain's source, she figured that her ears did not seem the same either: they were still humanoid, but were stretching upwards and becoming more pointed at the top like a demon.  But this momentary distraction went away as she continued to feel the most massive migraine of her life!  Something within her mind sensed it was occurring high upwards on top of her head…but another part of her felt like the source was somewhere towards the back of her head!  Confused on where to go, Madison let her fingers go away from the pointed ears towards the back-side of her skull, somehow feeling it natural to do so. Letting her touch senses do the honors, she immediately found part of the source of her migraine: two long, thick, bone-like structures emerging an inch or two behind her ears along the side.  As she felt the two small emergences, she could see that they were not remaining there for too long as they started to grow, but were curving upwards and around her head, surrounding her long black locks without getting in their way.
As she felt the horn-like growths coming towards the back of her side and slowly surrounding her head, Madison began to concentrate her hands away from them and move upwards towards the other piece of her splitting migraines.  Slowly, she placed her fingers away from the curving horns and crept upwards, following the black tresses that felt as if they were continuing to grow without too much notice or care for the moment.  All that was on her mind was finding the source of her pain…whatever was causing the remainder of her migraines!  As her hands made search further towards the top of her head, Madison knew she was getting close…but how close?  Suddenly, without notice, one of her fingers on the left hand felt something, like a very sharp point at the end of a spear driving right towards her skin.  Grasping the rest of her hand around it, she finally found the source: another bone-like object, similar to that of a horn, poking through skin and bone as it was sticking outwards from the left-center side of her head.  As she positioned her right hand towards the same location as the horn, she found that it was not the only one that high up.  A second horn, similar in conical shape and small size to the one several inches away, had bursted through her head and was emerging at a similar rate to its pair.  As Madison finally realized the two structures that were causing the remainder of the migraines, she then realized a strange but terrible truth: these conical structures may not have been the only horns that were growing up there.  Her memory of several seconds earlier showed that the structures emerging from the back-side of her head and surrounding its circumference was the same material and emerging the same way as her frontal horns…in fact, she probably could call them "side horns" now if she wanted to!  But as she felt the consistent pain of both pairs of horns as they continued their uncontrolled growth, Madison finally realized the truth of the matter: her normal, everyday humanity was slipping away into a fearful unknown.
As the teenage girl removed her hands from her head, hoping to merely endure the further growth of these "horns" now that she knew, she stood and realized that things had become drastically different now than they had been even a couple minutes ago.  As she moved her arms away from her head once again, she heard yet another rip come from what sounded like her sleeves.  Fearing for the worst, Madison turned her head towards one of her red arms…and was in for a shock.  There, unflexed and completely relaxed, she saw that her red arms had grown much longer with larger muscles within a matter of minutes, turning what was a structure with small lumps when flexed into a well-developed combinational powerhouse of tissue and sinew.  As she saw her strong arms hanging there innocently, she couldn't bear to wonder what happen if she tried to flex them even now!  Yet as she saw the remains of her cotton sleeves hanging from her side, she figured that she would know soon enough. 
Following the torn cotton upwards away from her arms, Madison's eyes took in an even more impressive sight: since she last laid eyes on them, her chest had ballooned two, maybe three, cup sizes, to the point that they were barely being held in by the remains of her pajama top.  She noticed that one of her top buttons had snapped off outside her watch, freeing up a chunk of large red cleavage she never knew she could have.  The other two buttons holding her down were barely keeping the chest in, as the appearance of the round, firm bottom third of the bosom made it appear more like a tiny makeshift bra than the former overflowing night shirt.  Madison turned her head down, embarrassed that the combination of the demon mark and her own hormones were making her chest grow at such a phenomenal rate…but slightly curious as if these things really were as huge as they appeared.  But what she didn't expect was that the slight movement of her neck muscles, combined with the continual expansion of her melons, would turn out to be a waterloo for her pajama top!  As if by will of thought (even with her mind still blocked in pain with her horn's consistent growth), both of the remaining buttons around her chest practically exploded right off of the cotton material and towards the sink!  As the buttons flew away, the remains of her sleeveless top fell right in front of her boobs, somehow exposing more of her crimson cleavage, but keeping her nipples hidden away from her own view.  Amazingly, her chest did not collapse or fall at all as her "bra" was destroyed, a testament not only for the amazing size of her boobs but the developing pectoral and back that grew to make sure they would not be giant collapsed masses.
After witnessing the destruction of part of her evening wear, Madison turned her head downwards towards her lower regions…if only to see no part of her clothing was immune from her amazing growth spurts!  The first thing she noticed was that while she was still somewhat wearing her pant-like bottoms to her pajamas, they were not as long or covering as they had been even at the start.  In fact, what previously went all the way down practically to her feet was now covering up to just about her knees.  And what had been flowing perfectly downwards had perfectly fused together to a set of huge, powerful thighs, feeling constrained by the meaty muscle that it tightly showed off from under its constricting cover.  Seams from around the bottom of the cuffs were fraying apart as she watched, showing that they were still growing without too much resistance.  Below the knee, the uncovered red calves and ankles had continued to become longer and leaner without any resistance from her clothing keeping her down.  With a bit of an adventurous feel after the destruction of her shirt, Madison started a slow, quiet motion of one of her legs, trying to see if they were for real.  But as she did so, the seams of her jammies slowly ripped apart without too much resistance, revealing the strong, beautiful legs in all their glory!  The cotton dangled downwards from a makeshift set of panties, where her butt showed significant glute tightening and growth since she last noticed.  But with a huge lump emerging just below the waist line and showing signs of life, she knew it wasn't going to last too much longer either.
Heading away from her legs and towards the lower extremities of her body, Madison had forgotten to pay any attention to her feet recently since she felt so much pain from her head and all of the other muscles and bones in her body.  In fact, compared to the immense stress she felt her arms, boobs and legs were under from her pajamas, she hardly felt anything from her feet anymore.  But that was before she got a look downwards…and discovered why she felt nothing around her feet!  The first thing she noticed was that there were huge, black claws completely sticking out from her slippers lodged in as if they did not want to let go of the material.  Although her claws were keeping hold of them, she could feel that her actual front of her feet were extremely crowded in where she stood, barely gasping for any air as they tried to break out instead of lodge in like her claws desired.  But as she looked, she felt like there was something completely missing from the equation.  Sure two-thirds of her feet were crowded within the slippers and raring either to get out or keep her footwear on, but the bottom third towards her heel felt as if they were flopping along, without anything to hold them down.  Cocking her head towards the side, she saw the answer to her equation: the bottom of her feet had somehow raised themselves several inches from the floor, stretching themselves to the point of almost being a smaller calf muscle instead of a collection of bone and sinew.  Though her crimson skin did not show it as well, the bottom of her heels retained the worn, pattern-like structure normal feet hold, showing that she could still possibly use them…if she ever found the excuse to.  Madison wondered why she didn't feel the excruciating pain that stretching, growing feet would reveal…but attributed her ignorance to the collective pain everything was throwing her way as she had grown and developed into such a powerful force.
All around her body from her head to her toes, Madison continued to feel the destruction that had been unleashed within her, giving her great pain and agony as she felt a strange desire come across her.  Yet in the midst of this, there was a feeling that with all that had happened, she was somehow approaching a climax.  Her head continued to feel the humming pain of the emergent horns that were coming through, but the aches did not feel as bad as they had been earlier…either because the growth was coming towards its conclusion or because she was getting used to the horrific pain already.  Through a quick glance in the mirror, she saw that the two horns on top were curving slightly as they grew several inches upwards, but did not appear to desire to be too long or troublesome.  On the other hand, her side horns had grown much faster and larger than she ever expected, curving their way around her head without ever touching it in a demonic, but strangely cute, fashion.  As the horns approached the front, both of them curved outwards for an inch or two, giving off a perfect proportion both to her head and her other horns without looking monstrous at all.  Below this area around her face, there didn't seem to be too many changes of interest outside the complete reddening that matched it to the rest of her body's progress.  The only interesting thing that had happened is that her small pink lips had darkened themselves to a fuller black set, matching the darkness that seemed to appear anywhere that was not red elsewhere.  Meanwhile, flowing away from the horns on its own downward path, Madison's black locks had streamed down the extent of her entire body, making its way past her head, neck and even back as it flowed towards the middle of her chiseled thighs.  With the amazing progress that her physical structure had made this entire time, she was impressed that her follicles were able to keep up to reach down and grow towards the length of her new form.  It was in these lower extremities that the tiny beads that had made her two tiny back pigtails when she started unknowingly popped themselves on towards the floor, a forgotten piece of her past self as her locks had overwhelmed them some time earlier. 
Meanwhile, the loss of most of her pajamas earlier had only appeared to make the development of the free parts of her body speed up in growth, even if they were making progress about the same levels as they had been prior.  She had gotten to the point where her body throbbed and heaved with nearly every excruciating breath she took and every sensation she felt, making her pulsate and her veins throb outwards like her own internal heart.  And with each breath, each motion, each throb that came out, her body, flesh and bone, hair and muscle, horn and breast and everywhere else, only seemed to grow even bigger from the motions!  Madison's arms and shoulders had seemed to develop several more inches of muscle since her shirt popped open, making her already intimidating form more massive and intimidating to those that noticed.  Her thighs and calves stretched outwards adding rings to two impressive trees, while her bones and ligaments kept upwards as they made her head inch closer and closer to her own ceiling..yet without ever touching it.  Her midsection appeared to be stretching her body upwards as well, yet keeping up with her muscular changes to the point that she did not look waifish even around the middle.  Her abs had also further in development and were now seemingly rock-solid structures stacked on top of each other as a impenetrable red shield, pointing its way downwards towards the bellybutton tattoo that started it all.    And, not to be dwarfed by any of her other changes, her boobs had now grown to the point where the shirt cover had gone to becoming a tiny little towel, hiding away her nipples wile the rest of her immense, round structures were giving away the rest of their form for all to see.
Amidst everything that had happened from head to toe, top to bottom in her excruciating experience, the most enigmatic, hidden changes were occurring where it was unseen but not unfelt.  Since the start of her night, Madison had felt problems trying to control a rash of back spasms that were bothering her.  As she had tried to sleep before starting to witness her transformation, her worst problems was trying to get comfortable enough to stop her back from feeling so horrible.  While the immediate concerns of her insane migraines and muscle spasms occurring everywhere at once blocked these feelings for most of the night, the back pain was now finally coming back with a vengeance.  Madison suddenly felt her breathing getting heavier all of a sudden, her eyes closing tight as she felt the largest spasm yet occurring from somewhere around her back muscles.  Upon instinct, she placed her beautiful demoness hands behind her, feeling what she had been missing since the changes began.  At first, as she put her hands under her long black hair, she could merely feel the cotton back there, the sad remains of the jammies that had all but been annihilated from her boobs and muscles.  After a couple seconds, she started to get a grasp of the long, striated feel, obvious signs that her back had become as ripped as the rest of her.  But as she felt the lines of what could have merely been her own personal creation, her hands began to realize something was up.  Replacing her fingers with the complete palm of her hands, she discovered that as powerful as her back muscles had become, they were in reality hiding something even greater.  On both sides, from about the side-middle of her clavicle to somewhere around her abs in the front, she felt out two huge masses similar to the smaller one that had been developing just about the top of her glutes.  Within this area, her back muscles seemed to be churning and burning with an intense pressured build-up that just needed release.  Madison was sort of grateful now that both pairs of horns came in as they did since this pain and pressure felt extremely horrific, like it was tearing her completely apart!  Her huge body hunched over towards the rug-covered floor, closing in towards the rags and rips of her former clothing as she prepared for the worst.  Her eyes clutched themselves closed and her breathing became short, deep spurts as she tried to contain it…she tried to control it…tried to prevent herself from cracking in from the pressure.  She had probably felt worse pain than this, but the intensity was just too much for even this form to bear at this time!
It was at the point where Madison's mind was about to lose it that the two huge seeds on her back finally blossomed.  With a huge, powerful, almost sensual moan she had never heard before come from her mouth, the masses erupted into two huge, red wings that expanded with great spontaneity from her body and reached out several feet in both directions!  Both emergent wings were structured similar to the wings of a bat: they were made up of several bones that had grown within them and were covered by a layer of red, skin-like membrane that allowed for possibilities of gliding outside any flutter they would cause.  The only major difference between her wings and bat wings, though, was that they were in no way connected to her now-massive arm structure, being built separately and independently from the bone and muscle growth that had occurred through the rest of her.  Also, the wings themselves were created in conjunction with both her spinal column and the development of her muscular back, with her really long hair flowing downwards between them after slightly being lifted from the first appearance.  One wing flew outwards towards the doorway of the bathroom, while the other tried to make its way past the door to the tub but barely prevented itself from knocking over the soap or the shampoo hanging on the ledge.  With the emergence of her wings, the last remnants of her poor pajama top were finally annihilated from merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time as both back and front spurted out at once.  While she could not quite get up at this very moment to verify it, her immense bosom finally revealed decent-sized nipples of black locked away within black areolas, both of which were barely touching the floor as her wings fluttered for a moment before contracting closer to her own body.  The winged emergence seemed to have caused shockwaves throughout the rest of her body as well, as if their appearance made her other bones, muscles and such give one final tiny spurt of growth before locking in to their final formation.  While she could not sense what had happened with the rest of her, the only other thing she knew with the wings besides her boobs being revealed was that the huge black claws of her frontal feet finally ripped open the last of her slippers, throwing more leather and cotton about as she appeared barefooted for the first time since leaving her room (and her tiny shoe size) behind.
Significantly, one more small emergence had finally begun thanks to the appearance of her magnificent red wings.  Just as the huge masses had appeared around her back, Madison's upper glutes had felt the pressure of a growing lump appearing since the start of the changes.  As the rest of her body grew stronger and more powerful, the lump merely grew into a large pimple-like swelling, trying to break free from underneath the last bit of the jammies but without a means to.  A moment or two after the wings emerged, a spear like object burst through the mass and tore apart the rest of the bottoms, stretching outwards for about a foot or two before finally coming to terms with its own length.  The spear found itself at the end of a long, flexible, yet slightly thin tail perfectly befitting the thing that Madison had finally become.  It swished around for about a second or two, taking in the feeling of the rug below her, the tiles underneath, and pieces of the remains of her pajamas.  Meanwhile, the final pieces of what had merely become a constrained, panty-like object fell lonely towards the ground, released from the meaty thighs and revealing the last of Madison's private areas.  Outside of this, the remainder of the now immense body remained motionless for another moment or so, as if it was calming down from the most traumatic, yet glorious feelings it had ever been through.

[ataru320]

Dang, not a fan of this "maximum character" thing….or the posting time limit.  Oh well, here's the rest:

Madison's eyes opened up without too much notice some time later.  As it opened, she had no clue or idea how long she was out…had it been a minute or ten or even several hours?  She moved as if she had just woken up from the weirdest dream she had ever felt.  Yet somehow, something seemed much clearer than it had ever been.  Well maybe not literally, since she never had vision problems or anything, but something did feel different.  Even before she had opened her eyes, she had sensed with her tongue in her mouth that a couple of them around her canines felt sharper and more carnivorous than it had been.  Its not like it was too noticeable, since it remained in her mouth and didn't try to sneak out, but she did feel it rather peculiar.  As her eyes opened, though, she saw something thrown all across the floor towards her.  They looked a lot like the remains of cotton clothing, like the cute peach-colored pajamas she took with her to bed that night.  But why were they all on the floor like that?  She didn't hate them enough to tear them up either for spite or because she never wanted to wear them again. 
It was just then that she heard a noise coming from towards her left…a noise like that of a dog trying to warn its family from nearby predators.  Was that the Corgi…and what was it doing up here so late at night?  Why wasn't it sleeping?  Madison slowly turned her head, somehow avoiding anything else in the room, until she saw the aggressive face of a small long dog of orange and white growling right towards her.  The Corgi had never been so hostile to her before…well maybe whenever it sneaks away with a piece of steak bone, but its so cute and friendly most of the time.  She stared intently at the growling dog, trying to figure out what had gotten into it so suddenly.  She stretched out a hand to try and make it feel comfortable.  But if this was her hand, then why was it still growling so intently?  Was it so wrong that such long, red fingers with black nails reach outwards towards…it was then that she finally realized there really was something wrong.  She moved what she thought was her arm and only saw the red hand and long fingers move where she wanted her hand to be.  As it moved, the Corgi snapped a couple times towards it, but the fingers moved away before it could get a chunk in.  Fearing what would happen next, Madison moved "it" away from the dog, which returned to a noisy pattern of growls and barks directed towards…something.
The strange teeth, the torn pajamas, the dog being hostile…the teen knew there was something wrong.  Slowly, without too much hesitation, she started to rise upwards.  While she thought it was strange she was in the bathroom this time of night, she knew that maybe the mirror could reflect a bit more of what was going on.  As Madison rose, she started to realize something strange was going on.  Her body suddenly felt much, much heavier than it had been…yet somehow, she was able to handle the new weight with ease.  She felt a twinge heading down towards her back, maybe a bit of a headache and some weird chest pains, but she merely passed it off like it had been going to bed this evening.  As she continued to rise, she knew something weird was happening: somehow her body was going and up approaching the ceiling of the bathroom!  She remembered one time hearing her dad say that the bathroom was a bit over ten feet high, which should have been more than enough space for a cute 5 ft. 3 in girl like her.  So why did she feel so crowded in all of a sudden?  The room must have gotten smaller because it couldn't be her.  Or maybe this could have been why the Corgi had been so hostile…but why towards her?
It was then that Madison finally got a good look at herself through the vanity mirror…and it was then that she finally got the greatest shock of her life.  There, staring right back at her with golden eyes, was an immense red devil-woman where a small little teen girl should have been.  She stood about nine feet high into the bathroom, with the top several inches being one of two sets of horns perfectly place on her head. (making her see that she was actually more likely over 8 ft. than the full size)  The second curved set of horns had emerged from the side of her head towards the front, with pointed red ears sticking upwards in their devilish form.  Her cute black hair, merely rounding her head with a couple small pigtails touching the top of her neck before, had become a long, luxurious river making up most of the length of her body downwards to the top of her tight butt.  Two huge red wings further showed the lack of humanity she held as they held steady at this time, while a thin, long pointed tail swished about looking for its own mischief.  Even her feet appeared differently, looking more like the setup of a beast than those of something of human form.  And then there was her form: what could have been merely tall and beautiful had been covered with massive, developed muscles larger than many would think possible in a female, demonstrating the perfect synergy of both her beauty and unlimited power.  And perfectly complimenting her massive figure were two gargantuan melon-like breasts, perfectly full and firm enough to overwhelm any male hand that touched them, yet playful and firm enough to squeeze or suck upon.  And there, right between her rock-hard abs and tempting g-spot, stood the belly-button with that strange tattoo Madison received this morning, remaining motionless as she stood there in her shock.
She couldn't figure out what to say…she couldn't figure out what to do.  Her eyes continued to dart around, taking in each and every bit of what she had become..and what it all meant.  Was this demoness or devil who stared right back in the mirror really her?  Where exactly did she come from anyway?  Why did she happen to become like this all of a sudden?  Was this all the doing of the strange mark on her body?  And..why the heck was that dog still yapping its brains out at her?  Couldn't it realize that its master, if it was her, had just been through so much and was now more confused than ever about her place in the household, and in the world?  Turning her body around, trying to adjust her wings closer to her body while her extremely bountiful bosom bounce even with her barely moving, she faced the Corgi for the first time since she heard it, her yellow eyes piercing downwards towards the level of the dog.  And thus, Madison opened her mouth and emitted the first words that she could think of:
"Can you shut the hell up, you dumb mutt?  There are starving children in Asia that would love to have you for dinner."
She couldn't believe those words came from her mouth…she would never talk like that to her dog, ever!  But yet, it sounded so liberating to say it, as if this this other form was natural for speaking as such.  She heard her voice sounding so mature, yet retaining her cute lightness of her normal form.  Facing the comments from its master, a small wave of fear shuttered through the dog, as if its voice shut up the moment it heard those words.  Meekly, the beast stepped away from the doorway, its voice continuing to bark out loud, but more in hopes that someone else in the house would hear it.
As the dog left her sight, Madison continued to be in shock with what she had become.  She loved that Corgi too much to talk down to it like that.  And what if it woke up her mom..or dad…or Mickey?  What if they heard the yelps of help…or even worse, what she just said to make it so scared?  Madison looked upwards again, realizing how close she was now with the sky, so much so that her horns nearly touched the ceiling and a vertical skylight that reflected its glassy light downwards.  She put one of her clawed red hands on the ceiling…it took little effort for her to do so.  As she saw how high up she was, she then stared at the construction of her arm…and noticed the pure mass that it held so easily.  Her shoulders, biceps and triceps had become extremely packed with muscle, forming huge masses on her body even without being flexed once!  Yet as huge as they seemed relaxed, her new size and shape were sculpted so they did not make them appear ridiculous and did not seem to eclipse the rest of the body.  While keeping the one arm in the sky, Madison turned her head away towards the other arm, just as large and muscular as the other.  Without too much effort, she began to move her arm into a flex, trying to see how much power she really had.  As muscular as they were relaxed, she watched as her circumference grew several inches as she tightened it up, with both upper and lower muscles growing from its already large size to a more massive level to the point where she could see veins emerging, pulsating blood supply to assist them!  The question flowed through her head again: how was this power possible?
"Hey, Russell?  What's going on there?  Its only midnight…."
Madison's demon ears picked up the voice of Mickey, yawning and showing lethargy, but still him.  If the dog had its way, it would dart him over to the bathroom and then…and then…what would happen?  Could she let Mickey know…could she let anyone know?  She didn't want anyone close to her…she didn't want anyone actually…knowing that this happened!  She hated that this happened and knew there had to be a way to get herself back…but all she needed now was escape.  A way to get out!  She turned to one side, but could only see the doorway out of the bathroom…and Mickey would probably be here with the dog any minute!  She looked to the other side…did she even want to risk tearing down a wall?  Sure she probably could easily, but… Then, the yellow eyes of the devil looked upwards and saw her answer.  The skylight!  Sure there might be a bit of a mess…maybe she could explain it away later and put up with the consequences of being grounded later, but she had to get out now!  But she had a problem: could she do it?  All she had to do now was at least try.
Madison tried to focus.  This was her first flight…she had to get it right.  Concentrating, she focused on her back, knowing that she could not focus directly on something that she never had before.  As she focused, she felt her back moving, twitching about as they tried to make contact with her extension.  She slowly felt her confined red wings flutter, moving not on instinct but at her command.  Her long black hair began to feel a small breeze as they felt the motion of the bat-like wings, making her believe it was working.  With a short crab-like side walk, her long, clawed legs made their way towards the skylight, placing her horns directly below them.  Her ears continued to pick up Russell’s insistence to get Mickey out of bed.  Now was the time!  With her wings wide open, she promptly closed them as she jumped directly towards the sky!  Within moments, she felt her top horns piercing through the glass, making it shatter upon impact!  As her skin felt the shards falling around her, it continued to rise upwards, the immense mass making its way somehow through the tight hole.  Even her juggs and legs seamlessly found their way through the space, as her wings tightly clutched themselves towards her body and made sure they would get through perfectly.  Then, as her entire body stood there, free and naked with the artificial light gleaming down from below, her wings unveiled themselves once again, gloriously showing her entire form to the cool elements of the night!  Within moments, she moved her body from a vertical position into a horizontal one parallel to her house, giving her greater aerodynamic control.  And then, with a brisk flap causing a great breeze around her, Madison glided away from the house, abandoning the place before she knew whether or not Mickey and Russell would reach the bathroom…before she knew what her parents were about to discover…before she would possibly get in trouble and face any consequences.
Making her way across the dark, starless night, Madison flew outwards, over neighborhoods and places that used to be familiar to her, yet now appeared like small, homogenous locations in the sky.  She kept herself at a steady motion, not going too fast or slow, trying to find a pace that would be perfect for her.  The breeze blowing towards her from her speed brushed her hair and her speared tail right behind her back like two long streamers, caressing every part of her nude body with a cold comfort.  Her curved horns blocked some of the current from reaching her head, but she still got a little bit brushing her exactly on her forehead.  As her wings continued her travel, her hands cupped themselves around her immense bosom, finally feeling them for the first time since the change.  Having been flat-chested while watching other girls blossom even this early in high school, she never knew what it felt like to have anything more than a bump with nipples attached to them.  But there, cupped within her arms to prevent dragged, were two immense, firm, soft structures that would even make porn stars green with envy.  Like her muscles, they seemed really huge, but yet perfect for this new form.
As she continued to fly into the night, Madison didn't know where she would go or what she would do.  She looked downwards towards the roofs and streets of the town, knowing deeply that there were possibly people looking up at her right now, wondering what she was and what she meant.  From up here, all these people and places were now small, insignificant, just small pieces of a bigger picture.  She didn't care what they thought just as much as she didn't care what her parents and Mickey and the dog was doing right now.  All Madison was thinking about was herself.  This morning, she was just another high school freshman, trying to get by.  She didn't need that tattoo and did not want to bear going through all that pain and pressure.  And now, here she was, completely different, a normal teen turned devil goddess.  And…at least at the surface, she hated what she now was.  Why did this have to happen to her?  And what did it all mean?  Did she commit the ultimate sin to turn into this thing..or is she just a victim of circumstance?  Does this mean that she's going to become this horrible beast that will kill and destroy for the name of chaos?  How many people would forsake her and even try to kill her if they saw her like this?  Her life was more uncertain now than it had ever been…and yet….there were some things that still intrigued her.  Was it all bad to have what she now did?  Was it worth being this horrific form that, somehow, was so beautiful and graceful?  Was she actually happy for these boobs, these horns..and even for this seemingly unstoppable strength?  And what more could this form bring her?  Madison didn't know the answer to these questions: maybe it was the best or the worst thing to ever happen to her.  But for the moment, all she needed to do was to fly…to keep going until she couldn't fly any more.  And hopefully, if and when she gets home, she'll know what's next in her life…or at least figure out a good excuse to the torn peach rags and the destroyed skylight.

Post-script: Several people throughout the city had thought to see a strange winged being going across the sky that night, the "Seltzer City Tribune" would report the next day.  But due to the cloudy conditions of the moonless night, none of these sightings could be confirmed.

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Wow.

Just….wow.

That's….phenominal.

[ataru320]

Thanks for the response, pixxie.  Glad to say you're probably the first person to say that to my work..on this board :p

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Any time!!!

[Muscle Growth Nut]

I apologize for the pun, but…

…that's one hell of a story.

[ataru320]

I apologize for the pun, but…

…that's one hell of a story.

Pun taken and understood.  I sort of expected it after that.

[Anonymous]

Very, very interesting story…
Can't wait for some more…:)

[BlackKusanagi]

Excellent work with this one Ataru! 😀

[ataru320]

Very, very interesting story…
Can't wait for some more…:)

If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!  I sort of originally thought of this as a one-shot, but I do have a few other things I may want to do with this…we'll see with what else is on my plate.

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