Aisha discarded her clothes and stepped into the shower. Warm water sprayed out over her furry body and she sighed in contentment from the warmth and soothing comfort from the splatter of hot water. Bits of the experiment fell from her fur and washed into the drain, but it was too late; they had already started to affect Aisha.

“Ah, this is good,” she commented as she reached for the soap. She had been so miserable when she walked into Starwind and Hawking Enterprises, then she talked to Jim and all her worries washed away. He’s so cute when he’s trying to act so grown up, when compared to Gene who was grown up but acted like a kid. Sometimes she just wanted to cuddle up to him like a big teddy bear and snuggle him all night long. She chuckled at how she thought everyone would react to her taking Jim to bed with her; humans had such perverted minds. Ctarl-Ctarl’s were different in humans in that they found physical contact to be not always sexual in manner. When they were young, all Ctarl-Ctarl children are told how hundreds of years ago when their world was at it’s coldest. Entire clans of Ctarl-Ctarls would strip down and sleep in a pile together to keep warm. Even today, Ctarl-Ctarls sometimes sleep in groups out of some deep animal instincts that has been embedded into them from thousands of years of evolution. To the Ctarl-Ctarls holding another person naked is not considered taboo.

“Maybe I’ll get out of the shower and hug Jim right now,” she said to herself as she soaped herself up. As she was getting between her legs, a strange, pleasant feeling worked it’s way inside her sex. Aisha blinked as she felt euphoria throb from her sex. Ctarl-Ctarls go through heat every year, but this was different, less sexual. She felt that she needed Jim, not as a lover but as a part of her. She needed to carry his body the way her own mother held her and the rest of the litter. She felt an urge to have a child, not in nine months like humans did or three as Ctarl-Ctarls did. She needed a fully born child inside her now.

“What’s going on?” She asked herself, as she put a hand against the side of the shower to keep from falling. She tried to think about other things, food, money, and handsome Ctarl-Ctarl hunks, anything but her Jim.

Had she just thought of Jim as hers? Confused and disorientated she attempted to take her mind off these strange feelings for Jims by doing something she hadn’t done since her lonely days in high school, she masturbated. Sticking a finger insider herself she tried to push away thoughts of Jim with self-gratification. Grabbing one of her big breasts in hand, she brought her nipple to her mouth and stuck it in her mouth. When she started sucking on it, she was shocked to taste milk splash against her tongue, sweet milk. Now she stood their, one hand between her legs and the other holding her boob to her mouth while she drank her own milk. Although out this she was imagining Jim at her bosom, with his mouth over her teat sucking it down like a good son.