A Welcome Change: Part 1 ROUGH DRAFT (strange futa/f, mind control, catgirl, multi)

Contains unconventional futa, masturbation, transformation, multiple body parts (implied ears, shown heads, breasts, and technically an extra shoulder, though that's never mentioned), mind control, catgirl, futa/f, dicknipple, tailcock, and probably a few other things besides (EDIT: such as oral). And all at just over 1000 words :-/

I thought this was a bit short, but I'd gotten to a stopping point, so I figured I'd just get something out here. This is crossposted from my writing blog, and a rough draft. Any critique would be appreciated. (I'll try to have something up at my blog every week, but it won't necessarily be 'enough' for me to post anything here.)

(Also, sorry about the text size, if it's wonky. I have no idea what's causing that.)

Nobody was sure quite what had happened in the city of Fulton that day, around lunchtime. But, the outside world did know that some the residents insisted that they were completely safe to be around. With some poking and prodding, those in power agreed, and the odd beings were allowed to roam freely.

One such being was RachJen, who looked like a perfectly normal young woman. She had blue eyes, medium-length, straight, dark hair, lightly tanned skin, two heads, and three breasts. Psychological evaluations on each of RachJen's heads had revealed nothing out-of-the-ordinary, to the extent that 'ordinary' existed. Since the heads both tested 'sane', they were allowed to visit Brickham, the city just north of Fulton. 'Asked' would be more accurate, since simply speculating about the Change did nothing to explain any aspect of it. As such, RachJen had been through many medical exams, and would go through many more. On the day of one particular exam...

RachJen walked up to the intersection. A small clump of people crowded a short distance away, since the Changed were not yet a common sight, and RachJen’s strange form aroused

curiosity.

Each of RachJen’s heads looked its respective direction, and brought the hand on its side of the body up to brush back medium-length black hair. “Jen?” the right asked. “Rach?” the left did likewise. “Good to go?” “Yep.” they walked across. The crowd stayed behind. After all, it would just be rude to follow them around.

In due course, RachJen reached the university's medical school, the staff of which had performed many tests. Most people there just couldn't believe that anything that did as much as the Change had could somehow avoid giving any of the Changed cancer, or whatever. Today, RachJen's breasts were the focus of investigation.

"Okay,"