You don’t know what made you put it on today.  Your new corset your boyfriend got you.  Fraser sure suprised me, you think.  You love wearing it, and Fraser sure seems interested in seeing you in it.  He’s had you put it on every night since we got it, you remember.  Odd that.

And that conditioner he rubs into it every night.  The leather isn’t getting softer, stiffer rather.  But you like that. Like how it reduces your movements, your flexibility.

You both like that the conditioner has made the leather shinier as well.  So shiny.  Almost chitinous, you decide.

But here you are at work wearing it.  You’ve only worn in a couple hours at a time previously, and here it is near the end of the day.  Eight surprisingly comfortable hours of wearing the corset under your clothes.

You dont recall when you first started tightening it.  It just happened.  You were able to do it at your desk without anyone noticing.  And it felt GOOD.  So you did it again an hour later.  And again 30 minutes after that.  And again.  And again.

From repeated touches as you feel under your shirt, you can tell that the corset is gradually becoming segmented every time you tighten the straps.  This is going to be harder to remove you think, but keep pulling the straps needing it tighter and tighter...

As you shift about on your desk chair--you notice you’re hearing a chittering sound from your segmented corseted torso.  A plesant noise, you find.  And you tighten it again.  And again.

After a few hours of this you realize most everyone is gone, and you’ve done zip all day.

You stretch in your chair, then slide your hands down the sides your torso, feeling the now segmented corset underneath.  Feels SO good. ...Till you realize your hands are completely encircling your fucking waist!.  There’s no way you could have tightened the corset THAT tight!

You frantically reach for the straps, and fumble with them, but as you grab them, they just fall off into your hands.  You’re stuck in it.  Stuck with an impossibly narrow waist, with an hourglass torso.

You ponder what to do.  Hmm, this would be pretty difficult to hide, you think.  And there’s that chittering noise too.  And you realize, you’re starting to not care.

Especially as you get hungry. Not just the munchies. HUNGRY. And you can scent meat.

You stand up, feeling tightness in your legs from sitting so long without getting up--6 hours??--, and you stretch them. You hear a creaking noise as you feel your tendons pull tight, forcing you onto your toes, almost like I'm wearing high heels...

You hobble down to the deli and buy a sub.  You are getting odd looks from the strange noises your body makes and your staggering.  Fuck them.

Returning to your desk, you sit down and start eating.  Rrrrrrrr - getting a nice thick steak sub, thinking it will help.  You tear in, and feel pain.  You spit out two... four teeth.  More breaking out of my mouth as i try to chew

Taste is off. Meat good, but bland. Dry. You look at the sub grasped in your now blackened skin, long nailed, almost clawlike hands. Not what you want. Urges. Urges.

Pain in your tongue, burning, searing - running, somehow so quick and easily despite you elongated feet. You dash to the bathroom, knowing change is happening.

Inspecting yourself in the mirror , your hands scrabble at your face, pulling away a bit of skin here, there, showing shiny black chitin below.  You open your mouth in horror, and you see your tongue--misshapen, narrow.  You watch as your tongue somehow hollows out, forming a glistening tube...

You feel you should be screaming, but your cock is hard.  So hard.  You pull down your pants and see your cock has become longer.  Black, jet black.  Hairless, smooth and shiny.  Your trembling hand strokes it, and waves of intense pleasure shudder through you.

You hear the door creak and you leap up, clinging to the fucking ceiling?! Fuck!

It's so easy - black chitinous hands clinging easily, you scuttle quietly along the ceiling - hanging as you watch your boss taking a piss.

You both hear a loud zipping kind of noise as he undoes his pants.  Too loud.  He looks about, shruggs and starts pissing.

You look down, and notice wet, dripping wings hanging from your back.  You realize the sound was when your wet wings pulled free from your hardening casing.

Your stomach growls, muscles creak and snap, opening your mouth wide instinctively.  Can't help it, you feel incredible...

You drop down on the fucker. Claws grasping him, now both your hands AND feet. He falls under you onto the tile and hits head hard. A bit of blood leaks out. He smells so fucking good. Meat. Your stomach rumbles, youcan see your newly grown in mandibles clack excitedly as you lean down toward his body.

Mandibles spreading your mouth wide, new mouthtube inching out - and your cock straining as you take your first steps to full insecthood.  White enzyme vomit gushing from your mouthtube over him - holding a clawed hand over his mouth to muffle the screams.

He writhes violently in your hands, and you watch his skin slough off. Cock harder. You vomit again as he bucks and strains, muffled screams becoming pained whimpers as his body continues to dissolve. His sphinter had released, he had wet himself, but, oh how he smells...so...gooooood.

Instinct and intelligence working together, you lock the door to the bathroom so you can take your time.  Carefully stripping out of your suit, corset now tighter than ever and extending way up your back, wings thrum into activity so readily.  You hover for the first time, stroking your cock and getting ready to eat.

You look at the quivering mass of your former boss. Suddenly eager, you drop onto all fours. Your mandibles tear into the softened, moist nearly liquified flesh. You start to feast, loving the feeling of tightness as you slurp the warm syrupy flesh.  Cracking coming from all over you, chitin spreading over your shoulders, delts, glutes, thighs.

You look up at the mirror, seeing yourself, mouth covered in goo, huge eyes bulging, bigger than possible. As the food energizes you, you can see them facet, catching the light. Bug eyes. And you freak out, suddenly revolted at self.  What did Fraser do to me?!

Your cries and moans coming out as harsh buzzing, making you even more distressed.  Chitin creeps up your neck, forcing it rigid like a posture collar, then over your scalp and your chin.  You can't take it anymore - smashing the mirror with a clawed fist and leaping into the air.

You hover in mid air before the mirror, seeing you’re now completely covered in shiny black chitin.  Your body glistens. A human shaped torso, but segmented. Insect skinny arms and legs dangle from it as you hover.  Clawed. You move close to the broken mirror, staring at the bald shiny bug-eyed, mandible clacking head.

Your black cock hard. So hard.  Pleasantly hard.  Not revolting. You mentally embrace your new, better, hotter self. Fraser did good.  Yes.....

You spin and slam your cock home into your boss’ exposed ass. Shooting hard. Pumping your seed into the mound of food for your spawn to consume. Yes... Yessssssss

Spent and happy, you easily smash the window glass and fly out the window.