“ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHAFUCKIN ROACHES IN MY MOTHAFUCKIN WALLS!” You yelled with all the fury of a hard-as-nails agent, your wits truly at their end as the walls were filled with incessant scratching. It started two weeks ago, it was barely audible at the time, just a couple of scratches at night, then it bled into the day, and then multiplied. You had called plenty of exterminators, but they all just poked around and said you didn’t have any extra tenants in your apartment. Those little bastards knew better than to move around when there were professionals there, yes, they were smart, enough to frustrate you to no end. All annoyance and no rest make you quite the frustrated boy indeed. Now, it was time for your big break. You returned home with your solution, 2 pounds of hard steel, a sledgehammer. With this tool of righteousness, you were going to expose the vile threat that ran rampant in your halls. You took aim, focusing even as the scratches filled your mind, you delivered a perfect hammer swing that rivals baseball greats, the head smashing directly into your living room wall.

All was silent, was this it? Was the battle won with one blow? You lowered your head and looked into the hole, but a spurt of a white kind of powder sputtered out, it wasn’t dust. You coughed, trying to clear your lungs, but that's when the rumbling began. It was gentle at first before spiraling into heavy vibrations like an earthquake all centered on the hole you had just made. Just as you stepped backward, the wall exploded into small chunks as a wave of white erupted forth. The water in this sense was countless, little white creatures with wings, your “cockroaches” You shrieked as they overtook you, burying you under their squishy bodies.

As you were being trampled, you realized a couple of things. One, that powder had completely coated your skin, turning it white. Two, you felt like you were being all beat up, like your waist and shoulders were all bruised. The third was going to make itself known. “Get..off of me!” You yelled though it wasn’t your voice, it was mature, sultry, and unmistakably female. You held a hand up to your face, unaware that it too had changed, its thin digits hugging your mouth. The beasts soon parted, leaving you alone, but they swarmed the rest of your apartment, leaving you alone in this sea of chaos.

You weren’t just there to see them destroy your pad, that’s for sure. Before you could figure out any amount of anything, an intense burning feeling overtook your body. It all started in your chest. It was hot as flesh welled behind your nipples, the orgasmic feeling bubbling and bubbling before spilling outwards, causing the growth of heavy breasts. They were large enough to even rip your sweater, leaving a gash that exposed deep cleavage. As this happened, you threw your head back in pleasure, letting a thick curtain of pink fair flow down your back.