Hello there Ladies and gentlemen; This time I have something… different to share with all of you. Now you may ask "But Citrus, what could be more out there than your tentacle-rape fic? Or your Grimm Bestiality collaboration with Kiko Gorgon?" *cough*shamelessself-promotion*cough* Well, that much, dear reader, I suppose is ultimately a matter of taste, but nonetheless, I submit this to you, and I do hope that you enjoy.

P.S. Fear not, returning readers, for I would once again like to reinforce that I am not abandoning any of my other fics – I just find that I write better when I'm personally really into an idea, so I'm writing what appeals moment to moment. There WILL be more tentacles, don't worry~

When Weiss had agreed to help Professor Peach take inventory of the Alchemical laboratory, she'd been expecting that the Professor would have in some way contributed to the effort. Three hours into the task though, this assumption had proven erroneous, and the Heiress had resigned herself to doing all of it alone. It wasn't so bad really; she was almost done – she just had to go through the 'preserved specimens' section anyway, having already finished taking stock of the Dust and other chemicals. She kept most of the specimen jars at arm's length, not caring to examine too closely a disembodied Beowolf eye or a Deathstalker's venom gland, but there was one jar in particular that she couldn't help examine more closely, distinguished from all the others because there did not seem to be anything in it.

"Grimm-Morph?" She inquired aloud, a dubious look on her face as she examined the admittedly heavy jar, though the substance inside simply appeared to be a viscous clear liquid, "Never heard of it…"

Shrugging, Weiss set the jar down on the edge of the counter and reached for another vessel. In her mounting impatience to complete the task at hand though, Weiss inadvertently elbowed the jar of mysterious fluid and it tumbled from the countertop, shattering on the laboratory floor. Weiss cursed softly at her error and let out a frustrated sigh. Now she had to clean that up too…

Without a second though, the Heiress turned to fetch the mop and broom, grumbling quietly about 'menial labor' and chiding herself for her carelessness. When she returned though, she was mildly puzzled to find that the mop was somehow unnecessary; all the glass shards remained, but the liquid had seemingly vanished. Weiss puzzled over this for a moment, but in the end shrugged, setting about the task of sweeping up the glass shards before returning to her original assignment of taking stock. Unbeknownst to the Heiress though, the slime had not simply evaporated, but had hidden itself. Now that it was free of its glass prison, it had just one goal…

Weiss didn't notice it at first as the translucent ooze began to dissolve her boots, adding more and more to its own volume as it eroded the material. When its first questing extrusion met with the bare skin of the back of her knee though, she froze. The next moment, one of her boots utterly disintegrated, followed by the other, and she felt the wet, undulating slime fill the spaces between her toes. Weiss looked down with a start as her bare feet met with the cold – and thanks to the slime, wet – floor, but as she moved, the slime lurched into more aggressive action, surging up her slender, cream-colored legs before she could react. Her legs were sheathed in the aggressive slime in an instant, and she gasped with fright as the stuff encased her up to the waist beneath her skirt in a thin layer of clear ooze. It felt cool and wet as it flowed over her skin, and it tingled against her most sensitive plaice as her panties dissolved, going the way of her boots.

"W-what's happening!?" Weiss panicked as she felt the slime creeping up her stomach now, under her blouse and jacket, eating them away as it went. However unsettling the sensation was as the slime coated progressively more and more of her skin though, it was nothing compared to the feeling that flooded through her as the substance began seeping inside her through her lower orifices. Her eyes shot wide as she felt her maidenhood violated by the slime, her entrance being spread around it. The substance sent waves of shameful physical pleasure through her body as it moved past her folds, reaching her maidenhood, more and more of it entering her, filling her-

"Oh God!" Weiss gasped, wincing as the dam inside her broke and she was made into a woman. It sickened her to think about it, but she was turned on. Way on. And as her bra and blouse disintegrated beneath her jacket, she felt her own stiff and erect nipples brushing against the material of her outerwear just before it too disintegrated. Trembling, the defiled Heiress collapsed onto her hands and knees, just in time to moan with shameless abandon as the focused current of pleasure violating her pussy rapidly expanded, stretching her tight virginal entrance to the point that it was wide enough to easily accommodate her own fist, and her petite Schnee rear was similarly stretched to open her rump as a better ingress into her nubile young body.

"Oh! Oh! God!" Weiss moaned in lust just before her whole body was enveloped in the translucent ooze and it poured into her body through all of her holes. Weiss collapsed onto the cold tile floor, jerking and twitching as the full mass of the slime creature invaded her body through her mouth, pores, ass, and most of all, her precious womanhood, leaving her whole body in a limp state of orgasmic bliss, cum spraying wildly from her pussy when the last of the slime had disappeared into her depths. She couldn't even feel her legs as they twitched against the cold tiled floor arousal steadily leaking from between them even after she had cum for the first time. Her nipples were hard and erect and her clit was fully engorged, ready for even the slightest stimulation for pleasure, but she didn't have the strength left to give it to herself. Her mind was utterly blank, but for the remnants of physical gratification she'd just received and the desire for more. If asked, she couldn't have told what it was that had happened to her – in the first place, she wasn't sure – and in the second place, as the amorphous creature integrated itself into her whole body, it tampered with her memory, leaving her helpless, naked, and without recollection with regard to her having collapsed into the afterglow for anyone to see her bare, violated form, her drawn ass lifted slightly above the ground.

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Weiss awoke with a start some time later, not remembering what had happened. She sat up in the infirmary bed, bewildered to find herself under its covers, and dressed only in an infirmary gown. She felt… strange… like her whole body was tingling and something was simmering inside her, but she couldn't tell what. She didn't feel sick, per se – far from it – she felt better than she'd ever felt somehow, but it was… odd… It was like some heady cocktail of concentrated sensation was flowing through her veins.

Sitting up, she made to throw off the thin sheet that had been draped over her, only to freeze. She wasn't wearing any panties, and so it was the seat of her gown that was soaked. Suddenly embarrassed, Weiss slapped the sheet back down onto her lap, not that anything had been visible with her seated. "What the… Why am I…?"

Hesitantly, she reached under the sheet with one hand and gingerly slid her fingers betwixt her legs. The Heiress was mildly startled to find her thighs slicked with wetness, and she couldn't suppress a surprised yelp as her hand brushed her drenched entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure through her beyond all proportion to the casual nature of the contact. It was certainly a surprise but… it felt good…

"Did you hear that?" a familiar voice sounded from the hall, "It sounded like Weiss! I hope she's awake!"

Ruby!? Weiss instantly withdrew her hand and wiped it clean on the sheets, straightening the top sheet to hide any evidence of her unaccountably intense arousal.

"WEISS!" Ruby cheered, seeing the Heiress seated upright in bed as she proceeded to zip over and tackle her back down onto it, "OHMYGODI'MSOGLADYOU'REOKAY!"

"R-Ruby! Get off of me!" Weiss protested as she tried to disentangle herself, suddenly conscious of ruby's proximity to the damp patch on her cot, "P-please! Give me some room to breathe!"

"Sorry…" Ruby backed off as suddenly as she'd come, blushing slightly, "I-I was just worried…"

"Worried?" Weiss asked, "Why? What happened to me? And why am I in the infirmary?"

"That's…" It was Blake now, who'd followed Ruby inside with Yang on her tail, "A very good question…"

"Weiss…" Yang added hesitantly, "What happened while you were helping Peach in the lab…?"

"What do you mean, 'what happened?" Weiss huffed, "I was…. Helping her organize… I… I think… it's… all a blur…" She trailed off, "What… How did I get here?"

"I… carried you…" Yang admitted, "I found you passed out on the floor of the lab when I came looking for you last night…"

"And you stripped me-?"

"You were naked…"

Weiss's reddened and angry complexion blanched, "Naked?"

"Weiss…" Blake asked as carefully as she could, "Did someone…"

"Oh my God…" Weiss was horrified, "You think somebody raped me?"

"I didn't say that, but…" Blake looked away, "But it's a possibility… given the way we found you…"

Weiss swallowed, a cold sense of violation creeping into her mind, "I…"

At that very moment, Weiss became unnaturally aware of the beating of her own heart, and she felt as though she were seeing the world through a dull haze, but everything felt so much more vivid. Her bare skin beneath the gown, and the sheets… it was on fire, crying out to be quelled – to be touched. The only things that came into focus in her vision were all of her teammates decadent curves… She wanted to touch them… feel them… caress them, and have them – all three of them – do all of it to her in turn. The way Yang's breasts struggled with her shirt a little bit as she folded her arms over her chest, or the way Blake's leggings might as well have left her legs bare for all they concealed…Or Ruby's innocent, supple body… Beneath her sheets, Weiss's hand gravitated back toward her core, absently embracing her heightened sensitivity with one or two fingers-

"Weiss?"

"A! H-huh…?" Weiss snapped out of it at her leaders word, "I… sorry… I spaced out…"

"Yeah…" Yang nodded slowly, "We kinda noticed…"

"Anyway…" Blake broke back into the awkward exchange with a practical matter, "The doctor's given you the once over and can't find anything wrong, so he cleared you to come back to the dorm when you wake up – if you're feeling alright, that is…?"

Weiss nodded with perhaps just a moment's hesitation, "Y-Yeah… I can go back to the dorm – only… did you all bring me some clothes…?"

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That evening, Weiss turned on the shower in the RWBY dorm's bathroom all the way up to full blast, but kept the water cold. She didn't know why, she'd been wet all day. Inside of a half an hour after leaving the infirmary, promising the doctor that she'd visit Headmaster Ozpin to answer a few questions later, her panties had been utterly soaked. She'd been too embarrassed to say anything, and so after a whole day of wearing sodden panties, she just wanted to shower. She felt dirty, and she wanted to wash away not only the irritating wetness between her legs, but all the uncharacteristically perverse thoughts she'd been having as well… It had started subtle enough at first – Yang had leaned forward to grab something across their lunch table, giving the Heiress a choice view of her cleavage, setting Weiss fantasizing about what it would be like to touch… It had only been downhill from there. She'd wonder if Ruby was wearing panties or if Blake was wearing a bra, then graduating to-

No!

Weiss shook her head to clear her mind as she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the cold torrent coming down from the showerhead. She couldn't fathom why, but she couldn't stop breathing heavily, and she braced herself with both hands against the wall of the shower as the cold water matted her silky white hair down. All the cold showers in the world couldn't hide the warm trickle running down her thigh though, nor the fact that it hadn't stopped all day… She felt as though there was a flame simmering in her core, and she couldn't banish it from her mind. It was a constant, wanting discomfort that seemed to cry out for relief. She'd felt it before occasionally, but never this intensely, and as her chest rose and fell under the pelting flow of the showerhead, she found her hands gravitating between her legs as she leaned her back against the slick, wet wall.

She couldn't take it anymore. She had to satisfy the yearning, and with a quick motion of the hand, she turned the water from cold to steaming hot. Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed over that bundle of nerves above the juncture of her legs, and as the stimulation rushed through her system, her mind was made up, and her fingers moved onto her tender entrance. Her acutely sensitive folds tingled beneath her own touch, her quivering pussy dripping not only with arousal, but with all the hot water flowing over her now, and with a deep breath, Weiss inserted the tip of one finger inside herself. She gasped; in her heightened state of arousal, merely inserting her fingertip had pushed her over the limit. A fresh gush of juices issued from her pussy, and she moaned softly in pleasure. That was what she wanted – what her body demanded – and then and there she resolved to satisfy herself. Without a moment's further hesitation, Weiss Schnee thrust two fingers all the way inside herself, burying them to the knuckle, causing herself to yelp in pleasure, but then she froze.

"W-what?!" When her fingers had penetrated her, they'd met with no resistance whatsoever. "B-but… I'm a… Oh God…"

Weiss's worry concerning her missing virginity was short lived though as her walls clenched down on her two fingers, and all but base physical pleasure was expunged from her mind. Slowly at first, she began pumping her fingers in and out, feeling more and more pleasure jolt through her with each thrust as she searched for the most pleasurable place possible. Her own quivering tightness around her fingers begged for more – more force, more depth, more inside – and with a shameless moan of bliss she plunged a third finger into her own pussy, and her hips bucked wildly, causing her to slip and fall to a sitting position in the tub, but she couldn't stop fucking herself. Her hips were bucking nearly in time with her thrusting now, her slender ass slapping against eh wet floor of the tub with each repetition as cum sprayed from her pussy and all over her hand, but she didn't – couldn't – stop. She had to cum until she couldn't cum anymore. I NEED IT!

By her sixth orgasm, the Heiress had all but lost her mind to the pleasure and almost unconsciously driven a fourth finger into her already stretched pussy. Weiss loudly and wantonly moaned asevery instant saw fresh ripples of ecstasy emanating through her body from her sex, and she couldn't even feel her legs anymore, but still she wasn't satisfied, "More… more… more… MORE!"

Totally overcome and possessed by lust, the once-proud Schnee Heiress was now a slave to her own hedonistic pleasure and her sex demanded more to feed her need to cum. Weiss's back arched and her face knit together in an expression that conveyed her determination to submit herself to any indignity for pleasure, and in that moment, she forced her entire fist into her pussy. She was wailing in ecstasy now as her womanhood stretched around her dainty little fist, and she couldn't stop – didn't want to – she just wanted to give it to herself and take it, and take it, and TAKE IT! There was an almost constant shower of cum from around her buried wrist now as her knuckles constantly rubbed over that perfect spot inside her again and again. And she bit her other thumb to stop her own screaming – anything to let the pleasure never stop – until suddenly, her body convulsed.

In that moment she felt as though all that inordinate pleasure contained within her core had suddenly been transposed onto her entire body, and the orgasm she experience left all the others seeming like pale imitations. Then she felt the pressure. Her breasts ached as the pleasure subsided, and the cum oozing from her pussy was significantly thicker than previously – like the slime that had originally invaded her body. Her wits hazily coming back into focus, Weiss tried to pull herself into a sitting position but her hands clasped to her tender A-cup breasts as the humble mounds rapidly grew sore.

"W-what's h-happening!?" Weiss gasped in her return to lucidity as her petite bosom began to swell. The Heiress stared down at her naked chest in horror. Her nipples were still pert and stiff, but more importantly, her breasts were growing. Her grasp of her mounds slowly became an act of cupping the undersides of her mammaries as her A-cup bust grew to fill out a B, and kept going as her endowment continued to expand. As her breasts grew to rival Blake's though, and she dimly became aware of her teammates knocking worriedly at the bathroom door, the Heiress felt as if her whole body was tight – too tight – like it wasn't big enough for her. Her hips came next, broadening to match the top of her hourglass as defined by her still swelling breasts, and her formerly petite little ass wasn't long in following as it too filled out nicely. Her thighs grew more full and toned, as did her arms, and throughout her whole frame there was a feeling as if she was being stretched, and though she didn't know it at the time, she was getting taller. All she was aware of though was the all-consuming feeling that there was a tidal wave building inside her, and when her breasts finally ceased to grow at a D-cup – Yang and Pyrrha's size – Weiss emitted an unbridled scream of pure bliss as the sum of all the changes to her body coalesced into a single, mind-shattering orgasm, and a flood of the translucent ooze that had done this to her gushed from her pussy, leaving her gasping, propped up only by her two hands as her now substantial chest heaved and her silky white hair hung down, covering her face.

"T-that… That was…"

Before she could carry her enraptured thought any further though, the door burst open, flying off its hinges, and her three teammates burst into the room in panic, "Weiss! Are you-!?"

"What the…?"

"Weiss…?"

It wasn't the Weiss they knew there on the floor of the shower –no, their Weiss wasn't as tall as Blake by a longshot. She wasn't supposed to have legs like Pyrrha's or breasts to rival Yang's. The Weiss they knew was pretty – beautiful even – but the woman before them on the floor was gorgeous in her curvaceous new body, allure dulled only by the wide-eyed look of uncertainty on her face.

"What…" She whispered meekly, "What happened to me…?"