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"Claws?" she mumbled in a shaky voice,  scratchy and hoarse.

Her hands trembled and throbbed as she could almost feel the nails still hardening into claws, causing a heavy ache at the end of each delicate finger. The urge to sink her feminine yet feral digits into something soft was overpowering any remaining wisps of panic that still swam around her foggy head. She had to admit, despite their slightly freakish appearance, she'd always craved such a wicked manicure but kept her nails trim and domesticated at the request of the studio execs, who were always keen that April was portrayed as a wholesome, trustworthy role-model, rather than a sultry seductress.

"Mmmm..  Claws." She repeated once again, this time with a more confident, seductive husk.

She was now feeling less than tame, however.  Her thoughts like her nails, were swiftly becoming more and more aggressive, more barbarous. Other physical manifestations had begun to become more and more apparent to the naked eye. Her usually neatly impressive bust was swollen and shining with a fine layer of perspiration and threatened to burst a button open with every breath. In fact, she seemed somewhat tighter all over, maybe not taller but definitely larger in places. Her compact little butt was by now much more of an ample portion, swelling against her stool and leaving very little detail to the imagination. Her thoughts had wandered into lustful territory and seemingly uninhibited, or perhaps unaware, she rested one clawed hand upon her heaving bosom, while the other tightly pressed against the warmth between her legs. The fellow barflies had long since given up not trying to stare at this buxom beauty as she grappled with her own unbearable desires. It was clear to those present, she was clearly losing the battle against decorum.

One half of a dating couple scalded the other for paying too much attention while at the other end of the bar, a couple of weathered looking men looked like they might pass out if they tried to speak a word from their slack jaws.  The air along with the curious gazes was stifling Ms O'Neil, who desired above all else to be  free, to be uninhibited under the moonlit sky.