Sinful rebirth #22 (Patreon)

... Even in the room's murky light, Maggie caught the priceless look on her aunt's face – the old prude was utterly gobsmacked. She tried to utter something, but it came out like a hilarious idiotic whimper, making Maggie smirk. Maggie felt... different. Everything was amplified: her eyes cut through the darkness, her ears picked up the faintest rustle of a moth, and the lustful smells emanating from Derek hit her nose like a freight train. Her once dainty physique began to morph, becoming obviously curvaceous, as if some wicked energy was revving her up. With a rebellious flare, she popped open the window and with feline ease found herself on the windowsill, like drawn by a magnetic pull she couldn't defy...