Emily - A tale about mutation 10 (Patreon)

Emily stretched out on her bed spreading all three of her legs. She felt satisfied, the strong sexual heat largely passing, though other more confusing feelings were building in her.

Paul did the only thing he could think to do. He set the table and served pancakes, which had unfortunately gotten a little cold. He had heard that the mutations could cause hunger, as the body needs to replenish all the fuel it used up changing itself. At the very least he could give Emily a good meal.

Emily emerged from her room wearing a summer dress that was long enough to drape over her new wider hips. She had a pair of flats on her original feet, and a right shoe from a different pair on her middle foot. It didn’t quite fit right and was clearly uncomfortable, but it would have to do until they could get to a specialty shop.

“I’ll have to invest in a lot of trios of shoes and three legged panties” Emily said as she sat down. She ate a small piece of pancake, and she suddenly realized how hungry she was. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her but even the simple pancake tasted better than it usually did. Maybe it was the mutation, or maybe hunger is the best spice.

“Oh my god that pancake was better than sex!” She exclaimed, before realizing how awkward her choice of words was. She and Paul just sat at the table for a long while in awkward silence before Paul finally drummed up the courage to address the elephant in the room.

“Hey look, I’m sorry about earlier” Paul said, rubbing the back of his head. “I just worry about you Em. I’m not really sure how to handle this either.”

“ It’s OK.” She said, a small smile returning to her face. “It’s not like you hadn’t seen me naked before. I mean you haven’t seen me naked with three legs so it’s kind of like the first time but only for the new parts of my body and… man these pancakes are good!” She wolfed down another pancake almost as an effort to stop her mouth from rambling.

“Wow, you really were hungry!”