/r/gonewild Ch. 03

How will each adapt to their new bodies and what will become of them?

Chapter 3 of 3. Christ. Uhh. Listen. I didn’t mean for the 4 girls part to be so long or so sex filled but, well, I mean, that’s what it’s supposed to be and trying to describe all four (and the other stuff that happens) just naturally takes a long time. Feel free to skim or to read it in parts. And I hope it came out okay.

Thanks for reading! I don’t know that I’ll do something like this again since it was mentally draining but I just wanted to put out a basic sexy bit of transformation without too much plot or … anything in it. Just plain kinkiness. Way too much to track with all the changes and to keep it straight. Ouch. But, I tried to vary where I could.

“What?” Mikela said, squinting her eyes again.  The numbers wavered but continued to scroll.  She saw “$200,000” just before all the lines broken apart into meaningless nothing.  “That’s.  Wrong, isn’t it?”

Looking down, the young woman blinked slowly at her belly.  She blinked again, staring at the pink bulge below her belly button.  Mikela touched the skin and was surprised when she felt her finger against the protruding udder.  The skin was hard but smooth and warm to the touch and she liked the way it felt when she flicked the four teats.  She laughed and wriggled, smiling at the pleasurable itch they made for her.  Weird, she thought with a little laugh.  Weird and funny!

“Oh,” Mikela said, blinking and looking up at the computer screen.  She knew it would tell her what was happening.  She felt like it should – that it was smart.  It told her things.  The lines moved and she watched them, hypnotized.  Her fingers slid across her udder, bumping over the two thick veins that stood out just below the surface.  She giggled and then smacked her lips loudly.

A tiny black spot appeared on the bridge of Mikela’s nose.  It grew in size and she itched at it with her fingers and then pressed her hand against her face, feeling things move painfully below her skin.  Her bones shifted and her face widened slightly but she took her hand away when it became painful to the touch.

“Tickles,” Mikela spoke out loud.  Her tongue thickened in her mouth and she smacked her lips wetly.  Fine white hairs sprouted between her eyes.  “Tickles down there.  Feels.  Good.”

The young woman groaned and leaned forward.  She felt a weight in her belly and her udder bulged again, the long, wrinkled teats twisting as they moved.

“Think,” she said slowly.  Words felt wrong to her.  There were just so many of them and so hard to say or remember.  She cradled her udder, rocking back and forth, shivering when the short, white and black fur on her arms tickled the sensitive skin.  As her udder filled with milk, the pink skin began to turn pale.  The bulging growth stretched and strained against her belly and the paleness seemed to burst as the skin turned a solid white.  “Gotta pee.  Maybe.  Full.”

A single dot of translucent liquid welled on the tip of one of the teats.  It fell and another took its place.  And another until a slow but steady drip caused her milk to course down her udder and soak into her skirt.  A second teat began to drip as well.  Her belly was sore and hot and painful and she twisted and pulled at the limp, elongated nipples instinctively.

Mikela shook her head.  She tried to focus on the glowing thing again for help but a pinching pain in her back caused her to cry out.  She stood and turned in circles over and over trying to find what hurt her until a shrinking part of her brain made her stop.  Twisting her body, she looked at her wide, fat ass and saw a twitching stumpy tail lying between her ass cheeks.

The young woman reached to touch the tail and then fell to her knees with a thud.  Her opened skirt, already straining, ripped as she spread her thick thighs.  The clasps on her suspenders snapped and her stockings lay in tatters on her legs.  

Her feet were cramped and painful.  Mikela pulled herself slowly up to her bed.  She turned, sitting and spreading her legs, her viewers long forgotten.  Her big toes had merged with the toes next to them and the toenails were thick, jutting a full inch away from her feet.  While she watched, the thin webbing between her toes grew up, pulling all of her toes into a large clump.

The heat that had filled her after starting her webcam session suddenly flared and everything else was pushed out of her shrinking mind.  The pain and wonder of her growing udder no longer distracted her as immense amounts of hormones suddenly flooded her body.  Mikela called out, raising her hips with her forming hooves as she squirted, spraying the monitor with her orgasm. She quivered, her hooves knocking together while she grabbed her bed sheets.

Patches of short white and black fur began to sprout along her body, covering her belly and thighs.  Mikela shoved her fingers between her legs ungracefully, rubbing herself hard as another orgasm began to build.  She couldn’t stop it and again, squirted, the liquid arching up to her desk.  

Mikela’s pussy bulged and her lips pushed forth as it grew to match her new size.  She gasped, lowing deep in her throat as yet another orgasm built within her.  It wasn’t enough.  She wasn’t sure whether she’d ever have enough.  Her last rational thought slipped away and she tugged at her thick new pussy lips, opening herself to the camera and the hidden viewers.

With a free hand, Mikela tore her straining panties and then pulled her shirt up to expose her small breasts.  She massaged and squeezed her tit and it responded to her touch.  Milk ducts and fat tissue formed beneath the soft skin and both breasts began to grow, just as the fur from her belly crept up to cover both of them.  They flattened on her chest as they swelled, the nipples erect and nearly as long as her teats.

“Oh!  Oh!  Oooooohhhh!”  Mikela jerked, twisting her head and hips from another orgasm.  Her left horn caught in the bedsheet and she grunted, trying to tug her head free until giving up to pleasure herself more.  Her face cracked, tears leaking from her eyes as her wide cow’s face formed.

A deep voice caught the young woman’s attention.  She looked toward the doorway to see an older gentlemen in a suit.  He held a cellphone in one hand and seemed to be listening to the conversation, replying with a single word now and again.

“Oh, hey!  Hey!  Muhh-  Muuuuh- Mister!  Fuck?” Mikela said, opening her pussy to show the man how wet she was.  “Fuck me?”

The man said something quietly on the phone and then nodded, putting the device away.  He approached Mikela and turned to the monitor.

“We have our winning bid at $1,250,000.  I thank everyone for their participation and hope that you will all return for next year’s auction.  And do remember to check the other streams for any unfinished bidding.  We have quite a few interesting specimens available.”

Mikela finally freed her horn and crawled to the man on her hands and knees.  Her long tail flicked excitedly behind her, the tuft of fur on the end of it whicking against the bed.  Her large breasts and full udder hung heavily below her while her pussy glistened in the light.  With each movement, her heavy hooves knocked loudly against each other.

“Fuck me?” Mikela asked hopefully.  “I’m- I’m-  Cock?”

The man patted Mikela’s shoulder and he smiled at her.  

“Oh no, love,” he told her with a British accent.  “But someone else will.  Here, let’s get you standing and dressed.  We have a long flight ahead of us to meet your new master.”

“Muuh- muuuuuuuuh- master?” Mikela said, her tail thudding against the bed while she stood on her hooves.  She pressed her breasts against the man and reached for his cock but he moved her hand away gently.

“Yes,” the man replied as he walked Mikela out of the room.  “Come along now.”

“Muuuuuhh- milk,” Mikela frowned, groaning and squeezing her udder.  She pulled at one of the still dripping teats and a thin stream of liquid sprayed the ground.  The girl moaned and leaned against the man for support.  “Oh.  Ohhh.  Muh-Milk?  Me?”

“Soon, my dear,” the man said, covering Mikela with a large coat.  He led her out of the house and into a waiting limo that rocked as she awkwardly got in.  The man patted her arm reassuringly as the car pulled away from the curb.  “The farm has everything you’ll need.”

—–

Don stopped at the bedroom door, tucking his hair behind his ears.  His stomach fluttered with anxious energy as a tiny voice screamed in the very back of his mind.  He frowned, smoothing his hair and then walked into his bedroom.

Mike sat on the bed, watching a video on his phone.  Don took him in with a blushing smile.  The butterflies seemed to have moved further south and he groaned, slipping further away from the dwindling voice.  His hair slid along his shoulders and they cracked, the clavicles grinding as they shortened, pulling his wide shoulders in.  Mike dropped the soda and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey, whoa, you okay,” Mike asked, immediately up and c.  Don turned to his friend and Mike stumbled, his eyes widening.  “What the fu-“

Cutting his friend off, Don leaned in for a kiss, unable to stop himself any longer.  All he wanted was to feel Mike’s arms around him.  Strong and protective.  To let himself go while the man cared for him.  And, in return, Don would show him how he took care of Mike.  

Mike took the kiss unexpectedly and their tongues met.  There was an odd, sharp taste in Don’s mouth but he was too shocked to even notice as Don’s arms pulled him tight, fingers exploring Mike’s back and ass.

Pushing away, Mike broke the two apart and stared at his friend in disbelief.  Don smiled coyly and Mike watched as the other man’s lips seemed to grow more plump, the skin stretching as the lips curled into a thick, full pout.  Above the lips, Don’s cheekbones continued to shift, leaving barely a trace of the boy’s features behind.

Mike stumbled, shaking his head as he realized that his friend was wearing the girl’s face from the picture on the Internet.  

“Wha-  whuuuuh-” Mike said, shaking his head as his ass hit Don’s desk.

Dawn moved to her friend, kissing him lightly on the mouth.  This time Mike kissed back before pulling away.

“Don’t!” Mike said, standing and stumbling again.  He felt off.  Drugged or drunk or something.  He turned and the room took a moment to catch up.  He fell when he caught the edge of the bed against his legs.  “St- stay away, man!”

Kneeling before her friend, Dawn spread Mike’s legs and unzipped him.

“Oh, Mike,” Dawn said with a happy sigh.  She pulled the boy’s underwear down to reveal his limp cock.  “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“No-” Mike said slowly.  “Wait.  That’s-“

Dawn pulled her shirt off, revealing her flat, hairless chest.  She caressed her friend’s cock, teasing it awake.  Her wide fingers flared with pain and she groaned as they slimmed down, the roughness from years of work and football practice wearing away into incredible softness.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of her friend’s cock and it responded to her touch.

“Do you want me to stop, Mike?” Dawn asked with a smile.  She kissed along the length of him with her full lips and Mike groaned.  “Do you want me to stop?”

“N- Noooo,” Mike said, gripping Dawn’s hair to push her back down.  “M- more.  Your mouth.”

Dawn smiled triumphantly, flashing perfect white little teeth.  She licked up the length of Mike’s cock and then pulled it into her mouth with a lustful groan.  She unzipped her own pants as she wrapped her tongue around her friend’s cock.

Playing and squeezing with her own struggling erection, Dawn began to slowly bob up and down, working as much spit as she could into her mouth.  Mike’s manhood filled her small hands and she felt the wetness inside of her as she knew how close he was.

“Wait,” Mike gasped, pulling Dawn’s hair.  Dawn pouted, trying to put Mike’s cock back in her mouth but he was too strong for her.  “Wait.  I want- I want you.  Come here.  Come- come here.”

With a sigh, Dawn pulled her pants down.  Her small cock hung limp and sore.  She felt herself blush and the voice in the back of her mind surged forth again but she stuffed it away.  Dawn crawled into the bed, straddling her friend as she had in her imagination earlier.  She pressed her ass down on Mike’s cock and began grinding back and forth.

Mike grabbed Dawn’s ass and Dawn groaned, lowering herself to her hands above her lover.  He squeezed and fondled and kneaded her while she grinded against him.

She felt it building inside of her and a sudden heat flushed through her body, making her lose her rhythm.  Her uterus formed within her wide hips and her testicles pulled inside, moving and changing as it traveled deep within to form her ovaries.  

“Oh god,” Dawn cried out.  “Oh god oh god I’m almost there, almost there almost there almost-“

A slit formed beneath Dawn’s limp cock and she screamed, falling against Mike’s large, warm chest as she shuddered from the sensation of it.  Her pussy widened and she felt Mike’s cock against her growing sex.  Liquid gushed out of her – built up from her overwhelming excitement –  leaving them both covered in her juices.  

“F- fuck,” Dawn gasped after an experimental movement.  She felt her cock against Mike’s pubic hair and could feel almost every single one of his hairs.  It was so incredibly sensitive. Mike tried to move but Dawn gripped his arms.  “N- no.  Wait.  Wait.  Too much.  Wait.”

Slowly, Dawn’s cock pulled back and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.  She felt herself on the edge of a release but it was too much to bear and her orgasm wavered.  Slowly the cock shrunk until it slid beneath a wrinkled flap of skin.  She could feel it there and she pushed, moaning as her new clit pressed against Mike’s hardness.  

Mike’s cock was slick with her juices and Dawn found herself moving more and more, pressing herself back up with her hands and smiling down at her partner.  He grinned up at her, dazed but smiling, reaching up to cup her cheek before grabbing her hair.

Dawn moved an inch too much and Mike shifted and the head of his cock pressed against her new pussy.  They froze.  Dawn’s heartbeat hammered at her flat chest and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Slowly, Mike pressed himself into her and Dawn’s eyes fluttered up, threatening to roll back into her head.  The feeling of him inside of her was both alien and not at the same time.  It felt amazing and yet hurt almost too much to bear as Mike took Dawn’s virginity.

“It’s- too- much,” Dawn gasped as the head of Mike’s cock entered her completely.  “Are you all the way in, baby?  I can’t take any more.  I can’t- OH SHIT!”

Mike pressed himself further in and Dawn screamed, clawing at his arms and chest with her long, clear nails.  She wept in pain but didn’t dare move.  Just beyond the pain was the pleasure of her lover deep inside of her.  And yet he moved again, pushing in even deeper.  She couldn’t believe how far inside of her he was.  Surely she couldn’t take any more.  Surely her body couldn’t-

It could.  Mike pushed in as deep as he could and Dawn opened her mouth in a silent scream.  Blood dribbled between her pussy lips, mixing with her juices.  

“It’s too much,” Dawn gasped.  “Too much.  Oh god no.  It hurts.  It hurts so-ooooooh.”

Mike’s mouth found Dawn’s tiny nipples.  Dawn moaned, shifting her hips as his tongue lapped and flicked at them.  She leaned into him, forgetting the pain between her legs.  Her pussy relaxed as he sucked at the skin around her nipples.

And the skin responded.  Around Dawn’s pale pink nipples, the skin darkened and bubbled in a large areola.  He sucked and the skin puckered, swelling at the attention it was receiving.  

Dawn’s breasts began to form and she gripped the bed sheets as they did.  

Mike pinched the small nipple that still lay flat on her chest, rolling it between his fingers and it thickened as his touch, the skin beneath bulging out.  Dawn found herself rocking her hips without noticing, fucking her friend’s cock as he sucked at her growing breasts.  The pain was gone, replaced by an indescribable pleasure and the growing orgasm deep in her belly.

Moaning, gasping, sweating, Dawn slapped her large ass down against Mike’s legs again and again, impaling herself on his cock while her breasts grew.  They overflowed his fingers now, hanging full and heavy beneath him but Dawn barely noticed.  Her whole world was the centered between her thighs.

“Oh, oh baby,” Dawn moaned, not even paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth.  “Am I your good slut, baby?  Am I your good girl?  Oh god, you feel so good, oh fuck, you’re so big and I’m such a dirty little whore I-“

Mike jackknifed, hissing and grabbing Dawn’s ass as he came deep inside of her.  His cock swelled and throbbed and Dawn felt him fill her.  Mike’s fingers dug in deep and his fingernails began to lengthen, scratching along Dawn’s ass.  The young man screamed out and his voice cracked at the end.

“Don’t stop don’t don’t stop don’t stop-” Dawn pleaded.  She was so close.  So close.  “Oh god yes yes yes yes right there don’t stop don’t-“

Dawn threw her head back, her long brown curly hair reaching her ass and she worked her jaw soundlessly as her entire body shook.  Her pussy convulsed around Mike’s cock, milking him for more and she clawed at her lover’s chest with her long nails.  Cum spurted out between Dawn’s slick lips.

“Oh god,” Dawn said breathlessly, collapsing against Mike’s chest.  She felt him shrinking inside of her and even that felt amazing.  “Oh fuck.  That- That was-“

“Yeah,” Mike said with a dreamy smile, his voice higher pitched than it head been.  His short black hair slowly pooled around the back of his head as it grew out.  “Yeah.  Fuckin’ A it was.”

Silence filled the room as the two lovers held each other.  Dawn toyed with Mike’s nipple, watching the tiny little thing grow larger and larger as the skin around it turned soft and loose.  In the distance, a car door slammed and Dawn heard someone messing with the door.

Mike’s breasts began to bulge on his chest as a young man in a dark suit knocked politely on Dawn’s bedroom door frame.

“Excuse me, ladies,” the man said.  Both Dawn and Mike looked up expectantly.  He held two dry cleaning bags.  They could see a length of shimmering dresses coming from the bottom of each bag.  “I have a car waiting.  You’re both the guests of honor at the club tonight.”

—–

“Well?” Brian asked, his eyes on the TV.  “I- oh what the shit?!”

Brian pushed himself frantically back against the couch as Ashley came into the room.  She could smell the terror on him and she growled in response.  She chuckled at him with her hitching laugh and then bared her fangs.  

“Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck what’s-“

Ashley leapt at her husband, slamming into him.  The couch cracked, breaking apart under her weight and ferocity.  She held him by the hair, her long, deadly claws lightly pressed against his cheekbone.  Reaching her long neck forward, she huffed at him and then growled.  He smelled of piss and pure terror.

Letting her husband go, Ashley stood up over him.  He had pissed himself and, as she let him go, he quickly pulled himself back against the wall.  The whites of his eyes showed while he tried to look around the room.  Ashley rolled her neck as it lengthened further.  She smiled at him, showing her teeth in her half-muzzle and Brian stuttered in confusion and fear as she stepped closer.

“I- I- I- wh- wha- what-” Brian tried to say.  

Ashley gripped her long clit and pushed it forward, rubbing it against his cheek.  The man jerked back as if it were on fire.  Ashley growled and pressed her clit against his lips this time.

“Suck.  It.”  Ashley’s voice was rough and the words were difficult for her to form – physically and mentally.  He’d interrupted her and was a male.  It was his job to pleasure her.  She would show him if he forgot.

“N- no fuckin’ way!” Brian protested, turning his cheek.

With a loud, deep growl, Ashley bent down and touched a claw against Brian’s throat.  With the slightest of pressure, she dragged it along and a thin line of blood leaked from the cut.  She stood again.

Sobbing, Brian reached for her clit with a shaking hand.  Ashley chuckled quietly as his hand gripped it.  When he made no further move, her odd laughed turned into a growl.  Before he could change his mind, Brian licked the tip of her clit.

“More.” Ashley commanded.  Her voice broke at the end of the word, her throat changing to fit her growing form.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” Brian said quietly.  Carefully, slowly, he took Ashley’s long clit into his mouth.  She groaned and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed.  When he took it out of his mouth to beg to stop, she grabbed his head and pushed it further down, guiding the male to show him what she wanted.  He gagged on it, tears filling the corner of his eyes.

She bared her teeth at him.  He would learn his role or she would find another.  She laughed loud, cackling deep within her chest.  She’d find another anyway whether he was good or not.  And more than that.

Brian sucked his wife’s strange, elongated clit.  Despite his terror and the thought of what he was doing, he found it wasn’t an unpleasant taste.  And the texture was almost the same as her human clit.  He looked at it while bobbing his head.  Feeling himself grow hard.  His nostrils flared and he could smell her.  Her excitement.  It fed into him and he worked his head faster.  It was actually a really good taste, he decided.

Moving closer to his wife, Brian pulled her clit away and licked the length of it.  He held her ass with one hand, kneading it while he pleasured her.  Claws slid from the fingers gripping her furry ass.  He laughed as he licked, surprised at how stupid he was for resisting before.  With each lap of his tongue, it grew longer.  His neck cracked painfully and he hissed, barely pausing before going back to what he was doing.  He couldn’t stop.  Not because she might kill him but because that was his purpose.

Fur sprouted from Brian’s shoulders, brown and black, growing down his arms and up his lengthening neck.  He could feel his own cock throbbing and he reached for it.

Brian blinked.  He hurt and he was on the floor but couldn’t remember what happened.  He tasted blood and ran his tongue around his mouth, feeling his growing fangs.  What happened?

She was there, he saw.  She.

Ashley pointed at Brian’s cock.  “No,” she said gravelly.  “No.  Me.”

Brian bowed his head, laughing nervously.  He groaned as his chest expanded, his beer gut pulling into a hard stomach.  His shirt split to reveal patchy wet fur mixed with sweaty skin.  A small stump of a tail was held low at the base of his spine.

Of course, he thought.  Of course.  Her first.  Always Her.  I can’t believe I thought of touching myself without Her permission.  

He crawled to Ashley on hands and knees, abasing himself and reaching for her clit.  When she allowed him to touch her, he barked out a nervous, happy laugh.  But, she pushed his head lower and although he cocked his head in confusion for a moment, he quickly realised what she wanted.  Brian lapped at his wife’s furry pussy, his stubby tail growing and arching above his back.  

Ashley groaned as she felt her orgasm grow again.  She went to her knees and Brian followed, not missing a single lick.  She growled at him and lowered herself to her back, wondering for a brief moment if she was making a mistake but knew instantly that he was hers.  She ripped the rest of her shirt off while he licked her and when she felt a claw go between her swollen lips, she boxed Brian’s fur-tipped ears with a growl.  He chuckled nervously and quickly bent back down with his mouth.

She rode out the pleasure, squeezing and kneading her own breasts while her husband worked on her.  Slowly, slowly the orgasm built and she took great pleasure in feeling it grow.  She didn’t care how much time had passed or whether her husband was growing tired; he knew not to stop until she was done.  

And she was close.  So close.  She gripped her husband’s fur and ears with a huge clawed hand, pushing him hard against her clit and pussy and his long tongue lapped frantically at her, his claws digging carefully into her muscled thighs.  The growl started deep in her throat, growing louder and louder until her orgasm burst.  She bucked laughing and twisting and chuckling and clawing, hearing her husband’s pained whine as she accidentally struck him. She rode the aftershocks until she was entirely spent.

Exhausted.  Pleased.

After a moment, she felt a hesitant touch on her arm.  She looked over to see Brian squatting next to her.  His red cock was out of its sheath and he was showing it to her.

Ashley cuffed him hard across the muzzle and he fell without a sound, lowering himself to the ground in front of her.  She stood, staring at him, daring him to look up at her or offer challenge.  Minutes passed as he trembled in front of her.

The rumble of a car’s engine made them both look up.  They heard it approach and Brian stood, the top of his muzzle reaching his wife’s shoulder.  The car stopped at their house and a door opened and closed.  Brian immediately moved around to the corner at the side of the door and Ashley moved opposite him, drawing the coming attention away from her husband.

With a bang, the front door broke open and two men stepped in, both in military gear and both eyeing Ashley.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” one man said.  He had a shotgun pointed directly at Ashley.  He stood behind the other man, who knelt with his own gun drawn.  “These aren’t shells but they’ll still sting and bring even you down.”  

“Christ,” the kneeling man said.  “What an ugly motherfu-“

Brian crashed into both men silently and Ashley leapt in after him.  The shotgun went off, its barrel pointed directly up and the two men screamed before Ashley and Brian tore into them, crunching through the bones in their neck.

With the men down, Brian backed away carefully, leaving Ashley to feast.  When she’d had her fill, she walked away, uninterested while Brian moved in.  A few minutes later, a crackling noise filled the air.

“Echo team,” the small radio blared.  “Do you copy?  Is the target secured?  Echo do you copy?  What is your status?”

Ashley growled and Brian moved to stand behind her.  She looked around their house, huffed and ran into the night.  Brian trailed behind her.

—–

Lauren lapped at Hannah’s mouth, her long, wide tongue twisting around her friend’s tongue in a sloppy, wet kiss.  Hannah sat on Lauren’s leg, whining as she humped against her friend, grinding her swollen clit over and over.  

The two girls broke their kiss and Hannah fell against her friend, panting and gasping while her hips worked back and forth. Lauren could feel her friend’s pussy soaking through their pajama bottoms.  Hot and wet and that smell driving her wild.  

Grabbing Hannah’s curly hair in one hand, Lauren pulled the girl’s head back roughly with an excited growl, baring her fangs.  

“O-oh,”  Hannah moaned, her hips jerking on Lauren’s thigh.  She reached behind her friend, gripping the back of the chair as brown fur sprouted from her forearms.  She’d never had a partner be rough with her before.  Never had a dominant lover.  She could feel the sticky wetness between her large thighs.  The young girl licked her lips, her wider, blackened nose flaring to take in her own scent.  “Fuuuck.”

Lauren growled, her lips vibrating.  Her jaw popped and she swallowed, blinking away a sharp pain to watch her nose push out in front of her eyes.  Ignoring the pain, she grabbed one of Hannah’s breasts in one hand, squeezing it painfully while leaning in to bite gently at the other girl’s throat.  Hannah shook on her lap, her sudden excitement expressed in rapid, high pitched whines.

“Oh god, Lauren, oh god, oh fuck,” Hannah mumbled, her head buzzing and burning.  Everything was too much.  She could smell her own pussy and the powerful, heady scent wafting from between Lauren’s thighs.  More sex around her.  More heat.  Others but she couldn’t concentrate on them.  And the sounds – someone whining.  The music playing too loud.  The porn still playing.  The two boys and their video game and oh fucking hell she could smell them, too now.  “Am I- Am I your good girl, Lauren?  Am I?  Oh fuck am I your good girl?”

A button popped on Hannah’s top.  The soft, creamy skin of her large breasts were overflowing her bra and Lauren watched as a single fat nipple escaped from the girl’s bra.  Lauren growled, heat pulsing from her pussy to her face in a sudden rush.  She leaned forward.  Slowly.  Her long, dog’s tongue reaching out to lap at the sweat beading between Hannah’s growing breasts.  With a low moan, she ran her tongue up the girl’s breast and over her nipple.  She felt hairs tickling her tongue and, with another slow, rasping lick, felt the fur sprouting on Hannah’s chest.

“Good girl,” Hannah gasped.  Her mind was on fire.  Picturing herself naked, thrown to the ground.  Lauren behind her.  Inexplicably, the black-haired girl had a cock and, in her mind, Hannah felt herself flex, showing her dripping pussy.  “M-mount.  Fuck.  Fuck me.”

Lauren grabbed Hannah’s shirt and pulled, snapping the other girl’s bra and popping buttons along the front.  Thick fur was spreading from her belly button and up to her swelling breasts.  Lauren slipped a rough padded claw into the girl’s pants, clawing at her ass and feeling the light fur covering her there.  She spread Hannah’s ass, pushing her down hard onto her own leg and inhaling as the girl’s scent filled her head.

On the other side of the room, Emily leaned against the bedroom door, panting.  She whined as her jaw cracked, pushing further into a muzzle.  

“N-nick,” Emily groaned.  She pressed her hand between her thighs, rubbing her swollen sex.  Her pajamas slipped down to expose her ass as her tail grew, thick as her wrist.  She could see Megan crawling to her on hands and knees, the girl’s pants down around her knees to expose her black, folded pussy lips.

Emily pulled her own pants down and whined in frustration when she saw her still-human sex.  It felt wrong and she growled at Megan – worrying that Nick would choose her to mate with.  She was wrong and Nick would see that.  He would mate with Megan and leave her aching and useless and oh god I need to be mounted, Emily thought.

Something popped in Emily’s face, just under her nose and she suddenly smelled Nick moments before he knocked on their door.  She turned to Megan, anger flashing in her eyes as she growled.  Fur sprouted from the back of her neck to stand on end.  Megan bowed her head, backing away.

“Hey, did you-” Nick asked as Emily fumbled with the door and opened it.  

Emily grabbed her brother, pulling him to the floor with a loud thump.  He yelled and then groaned when his head hit the ground.  Emily licked his face in concern, pressing her body against him and shuddering at the nearness of his cock.  Of the thought of being fucked.  Mounted.  She gasped, pressing her head down next to her brother’s cheek as her heat flooded into her and her pointed, furred ears flicked back.

Holding him close, Emily pressed her breasts against him and slid back, her thick tail arching and quivering above her back.  She went to her knees over him, growling at the pressure in her chest when her breasts strained against her bra.  Fur sprouted from her mound, growing up in waves.  She slid her paw down into her pants to pull at the thick tift growing there.  Buttons popped on her shirt but the young girl clawed at her pants, desperate to free her aching sex.  

Megan bowed her head and stretched, feeling all the joints and bones in her aching body pop.  She sighed, exhaling long and hard when she raised herself up on her toes and stretched her arms far in front of herself.  Breathing deeply and slowly, she tried to focus and push away the urges growing within.  She licked her lips and growled, ears down while picturing a rosary in her paws, focusing on the prayers said with each bead.  She whined as the words slipped from her mind.

The young girl knew about sex as a concept.  She even found herself attracted to certain boys at school.  And, sometimes, when her blood came, she would find herself restless and energetic and distracted.  When it was at its worst, she’d think about a boy in her class touching her and kissing her gently.  Holding her in his arms.  Telling her he’d be there for her.  They would date and get married and he’d make love to her on their wedding night.  There’d be children, too, eventually.  But that was only when her period was at its worst.  She managed otherwise and never let her mind wander too far.

This.  This was different.  She could feel the air, warm as it was, cool against her burning pussy.  She trembled at the thought of it.  She didn’t know exactly what she needed.  Confusing images clashed in her mind.  All she knew was that she was empty and needed to be touched.  Not held gently but rubbed.  On her sex.  And filled.  Inside of it.  Deep inside.  The young girl moaned and trembled, licking her lips again.  Images flashed in her mind.  Slick redness that made her drool.  And fur.  Thick fur on her back, pressing against her.

Megan crept closer to Emily, head bowed and tail down between her thighs.  She grit her teeth at the sudden pain in her feet, sparing a quick glance to see her little toes pulling up into short dewclaws as her paws grew into place.  

The scent of the other male made Megan pause.  She tipped her muzzle back, taking in deep breaths of him and squirming at the need clawing deep in her guts.  She shook her head as the image of dogs filled her mind.  Thin red cocks swelling from their bellies from their over excitement at being petted.  As a child, she knew no better but as she’d grown older, the sight embarrassed her even without her even understanding why exactly.

Now, though.  Now she felt her wet thighs rubbing together and the drool in her mouth as she pictured a big happy dog’s thick red cock sliding smoothly from a furry sheath.  Megan gasped, biting her lips with her fangs, pressing her exposed bitch’s pussy against the carpet, rubbing it back and forth as she imagined the big dog climbing onto her back.  

No, she thought, shaking her muzzle fiercely.  No.  Married.  Hus-huband.  Hold me.  Tight.  Love me.  Children.  Happy little children.  Love me.  Make love me.  To me.

Pinching pain along Megan’s belly made her stop as her stomach clenched.  She whined loudly, leaning forward to her knees and forearms.  Along her belly, little milk ducts formed beneath her growing teats.  The skin on her stomach puckered and twisted into new little nipples.

“Oh.  God,” Megan whispered quietly.  She clenched her eyes shut, licking at her cold nose.  The happy little children in her memories ran to her and memory-her pulled them into her lap.  She was naked and her fuzzy little children nuzzled against her as she lie on her side, each sucking at her teats, rooting through her fur to find them.  She could feel the excitement of it coursing through her body.  “G-god.  Oh.  Y-yes.  Yesssss.”

“Everything okay in there, Nick?”  A voice called.  “Where’s the light, man?  I can’t see anything.”

Megan groaned.  Fur slid from her skin around her calves and back of her thighs.  Her too-tight bra (her mother refused to believe her daughter was growing) pinged as the clasps snapped.  Her breasts swelled under her, drops of sweat sliding from her collarbones, down her breast to the tips of her nipples.  She shivered at their touch and then groaned as her breasts continued to grow, her nipples dragging along the rough pajama top.

“Yo, Nick?”

The hallway beyond the bedroom was dark but, to Megan’s eyes, the black turned a light purple and she could faintly see Nick’s friend fumbling around with his arms stretched out.  She went to him on all fours, giving wide berth to Nick and Emily.  

“Is, is someone there?” Justin called.  He saw something move and then felt pressure against his crotch.  The young man screamed and fell back against the wall.  Squinting his eyes, he looked down at the girl grabbing at his pants.  Her head was down but he could see her tits through her open shirt and her bare ass and, he cocked his head in confusion at the shape above her ass.  “H- Hey did Nick set you – ow, fuck!”

Megan’s claws tore through the tops of Justin’s pants in her excitement.  Her tail thumped at the ground and she pulled down, exposing the young man’s cock.  It wasn’t like the ones running through her head but she knew it was what she needed.  She held the boy in her large paws and lapped at his manhood, feeling it grow against her tongue.  Her ass and tail wriggled in excitement.

“Oh, oh Jesus fuck,” Justin said, his head back and his fingers clenched in Megan’s hair.  “Wait- wait not so fast.  I’m still- I’m a vir-“

Megan barked loudly in surprise as Justin’s cock swelled against her muzzle.  He came, covering her blonde fur with his thick, white cum.  She cleaned herself quickly, running her long tongue around her lips and up to her nose and cheeks.  The smell and taste only made the ache that much worse.

Standing, she pressed herself against him, feeling his still-hard cock in the thick fur above her pussy.  It surged against her belly and she felt the stickiness of him against a bare patch of skin.  Her teats dragged against his shirt as she kissed him roughly, forcing her tongue down his throat.  He struggled against her but slowly, calmed, his arms now reaching around her body, fingers digging into her thick fur.  

“Fu-  Fuu—” Justin said, smacking his lips.  He was still improbably hard, his cock rubbing against Megan’s body.  He leaned into her with a growl to suck at her nipple but pain flared in his cock and Justin fell to his knees, clutching his stomach as claws bulged from under his nails.  

Justin’s throbbing cock strained, elongating just as the skin at the base of it bulged into the start of a knot.  Megan barked loudly and then moaned, going to all fours.  She turned, presenting herself to the boy, pressing her hips back to rub her pussy against Justin’s changing manhood.  Every single thought she had was pushed away, replaced with the image of his pointed, reddened cock slipping into her.

Back in the room, Lauren pushed Hannah to the ground.  Hannah rocked her hips to find a comfortable position for her growing tail and then leaned her head back as Lauren shoved her face between Hannah’s thighs.  Lauren leaned in, gripping Hannah’s legs with her claws as she lapped at the other girl’s soaked pajamas.  Grabbing Hannah’s pajamas and panties in her teeth, she pulled, growling, shaking and moving her head until Hannah’s pussy was bare.

Lauren barked, licked her lips and then groaned, arching her back before lowering her stomach.  New instincts were clashing within her.  Forced into her.  She shook her muzzle and growled at the thought of a male approaching her, it’s cock dripping beneath it’s furred belly.  The need to be fucked and filled – to feel the male probing at her pussy, biting the back of her neck warred with her love of women.  She growled again and bent to Hannah, slipping her wide tongue between the girl’s quivering, wet lips.

Hannah whined and twisted, laying her sore feet on Lauren’s back.  She clawed at the ground, panting and moaning as fur crept up the side of her breasts.  Pain lanced through her stomach and she clawed at her belly, feeling the skin soften in spots.  She pressed the rough padding on her palms against the skin and it made her shake even more.  Nerves cried out along her body while she massaged her growing teats, scratching along the nipples forming at the center of each small breast.  Fur twisted among her pubic hair until the well trimmed patch vanished and the fur continued to grow up, hiding each new teat until her belly was completely covered.  She could feel her orgasm growing but it frustrated her.

Emily turned, pushing her pussy against Nick’s face as she fumbled with the buttons of his pants.  She froze as her brother’s nose pressed against her clit and then began moving against him, spreading her juices all over his face and mouth and nose.  With a desperate whine, she pulled at his pants and he bucked, arms flailing as her claws sliced through his jeans and underwear, cutting his cock.  She lapped at her brother’s manhood with her ears held back, feeling shame at causing her pain.  His blood was sharp on her tongue.

“Guh-  guuhhh offf!” Nick yelled pushing at her.  The boy shoved his sister and she rolled away, coming up on all fours.  Her breasts, heavy and swollen hung free on her furry chest.  “Em?  What the- urgh!”

Nick went to his hands and knees, gasping in pain.  He looked up at his sister, his brow furrowed and his lips held back over teeth suddenly too large for his mouth.  Sweat and his sister’s wetness glistened on his face and a thick rope of drool fell from the corner of his mouth.

“What did you doooo too meee-uuugrh!”  Nick threw his head back and howled.  Thick skin grew from the around the boy’s testicles and down to the base of his cock, forming his new sheath.  Black hairs sprouted from his sheath as his cock, throbbing in the open air, bulged.  Pre-cum dribbled freely while it reshaped into a dog’s pointed tip.  His sheath bulged and the cock pushed further to expose his swelling knot.

Slamming the ground, Nick tore at his shirt, leaving red marks along his hard chest.  Blood welled just under his left nipple as a single black claw from his right hand dug into his skin.  His jaw cracked as his ears lengthened and tiny black dots appeared along his lower belly, sprouting into patches of fur.

Emily couldn’t take her eyes from her brother’s huge, bulging red cock.  She went to him, reached for him but then watched as the room spun around her.  She was on her belly, her larger, furry breasts pressed against the carpet.  She could feel Nick’s rough hand on the back of her throat and his weight against her ass.  His cock was hot and incredibly hard and she could feel his cum dripping against her fur.

“You.  Did.  This.  TO ME!” Nick roared, his spit flying through the air.  He growled, grabbing her hands with his, holding her down.  Emily tried to move until she felt her brother’s fangs on her shoulder.  She froze, quivering under him.  His teeth vibrated and, incredibly, she felt herself grow even more excited.

The young girl spread her thighs for her brother as she felt his cock probing between her legs.  She raised her hips, encouraging him to enter her and then hissed through clenched teeth as his pointed cock slid easily between her soaking, swollen pussy lips.  

In the hallway, Justin pounded into Megan.  They’d moved closer to the bedroom  and lay in view of the four inside but Megan didn’t care.  Couldn’t care.  All she knew was the building storm between her thighs and the pain every time Justin’s knot pressed against her pussy.  She dug her claws into the carpet to anchor herself and pressed her back up against Justin’s furry chest, slamming her hips down to meet his thrusts.  

Megan’s muzzle was open and her eyes distant, dazed.  Her panted and whined and moaned, licking her lips as she forced herself back harder and harder.  The pain of him inside of her drove her wild and she wanted more.  If she were human – if she still had words, she’d be begging him to claw and bite her bloody.  

Her first orgasm rocked Megan’s body and she screamed, her voice almost human as she shook under Justin.  The boy leaned back, grabbing her tail painfully and Megan howled, shaking from a second orgasm, her pussy clenching around Justin’s cock over and over until he slipped free of her.  She whined at him uselessly, shaking uncontrollably as Justin stood on heavy paws.

Justin stepped into the room, glancing around.  Nick had mounted Emily and the two were rutting to the side.  He looked over and spotted Lauren.  The boy growled, showing his teeth in a rough smile.  He fell to all fours and went to her, shoving his muzzle against her pussy, barking as she snapped at him.  Justin’s ears flattened and he growled in reply.  

Lauren’s traitorous body moved, lowering her chest while raising her hips to Justin’s muzzle.  The back of her shirt split in a line down her spine to expose sweaty skin and patches of black fur.  The young girl fought the urge to present herself.  Fought against the heat rising in her.  Fought against the image of a knot bulging her pussy.  She lost the struggle and, instead, gasped, biting at Megan’s thigh at the raw desire coursing through her.

Justin pulled Lauren’s pants down, clawing down her thigh.  Clear liquid spurted from between the young girl’s pussy as the pink lips swelled.  Bones creaked and cracked and shifted until her thick dog’s pussy bulged from between her thighs.  She lowered her hips and spread her thighs and then went back to pleasuring Hannah.

Wasting no time, Justin mounted Lauren.  With his cock still slick with Megan’s cum, he easily slid into the girl’s changed pussy and she whined, pressing her muzzle against Hannah’s stomach.

Megan crawled into the bedroom on shaking arms and legs.  She lay heavily on her side, between the two males as the rutted with the females.  

Em, she thought.  She shivered.  Her body shook again and she gasped as small aftershocks crashed through her body.  Em.  Em-ly?  Emily?  What?

Looking around her, Megan felt small pieces of her return.  She felt her cheeks burn as she watched Nick fucking his sister.  Emily was crying out and Megan could see her tight pussy clenching against Nick’s slick red cock.  She couldn’t stop staring at the male- no, Nick.  Is.  Nick- at Nick’s knot.  She gasped and rubbed her legs together, twisting them over and over as she imagined him inside of her.

As she imagined her friend’s brother mounting her and knotting her.  

Megan’s clawed feet scratched along her furry legs as she turned to hide her embarrassment and growing need.  She found herself staring at Justin now, rocked back onto his large paws, claws digging into Lauren’s furry ass, pounding his cock into her.  Megan’s breathing quickened, her larger breasts rising and falling as she smelled herself on the boy.  Her mate.  Hers.  Her smell on his cock and now Lauren on him, too.  She felt anger and hunger and the unstoppable ache between her thighs again.

Suddenly, Lauren threw her head back and howled and Megan could smell Justin’s cum as he filled the girl with his seed.  Megan went to them and pulled Justin off of Lauren, forcing herself down onto his cock, forcing him to his back as she rode him, claws in his chest.  He was still cumming, had sprayed her stomach fur before she was able to guide him into her.

“My,” Megan gasped.  “Mate.  My.  Mate. Mymatemymatemymate!”

Justin gripped Megan’s ass, slamming her down onto him.  Knotting her completely.  She howled as the others had and her vision went white.  She collapsed onto Justin, shaking and clawing and snapping and kicking as her orgasm tore through her.  He held her tight, licking at her muzzle while she calmed.  She could feel him, deep inside of her.  She smiled as she felt him tense within her, his cum mixing with her wetness.

In their passions, none of them noticed the two soldiers as they approached.

“Fuck, would you look at that,” one of the soldiers said.

“Yeah, I see it.  Fucking stinks in here.  Jesus,” the other replied.  “And there’s six of them, not four like we were told.  How you want to do this?”

Hannah propped herself up on her elbow, her massive furred tits hanging low and to her sides.  She licked her lips lazily and pushed Lauren’s muzzle off of her stomach.  She stood, stretching luxuriously on her paws, thrusting her heavy chest forward with a jaw-cracking yawn.  She smacked her lips and walked to the door.

The two soldiers raised their guns and Hannah stopped, cocking her head.  She sniffed and whined, pawing at the tuft of fur over her clit.  She walked more slowly and the soldiers followed her progress with their rifles.

“Christ,” the first one said.  “Do you see how huge her tits are?”

“Yeah, I’m not fucking blind am I?”

“How much time do we have?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, you’re not going to fuck that… that thing.”

“Aww come on, mate.  That’s what they’re for.  You think we can afford them once we pass them over?  Fucking-a.  Neither of makes that much money ever.”

“We have to- hey, get off!” The second soldier said.  Hannah kneeled before him, her tail wagging vigorously as she rubbed her muzzle against the man’s crotch.  

“Haha,” the first soldier laughed.  “She likes you, mate.  Come on.  Have a quick shag and get them loaded and nobody’s the wiser.”

Lauren stared at the first soldier.  She blinked and shook her head, growling quietly.  Her thoughts were slowly returning.  Slowly.  She could remember her name (“Lair-in“, she thought proudly, her tail thumping twice) and her friend’s name (“Em.  Emmmm.“) and that all of this was wrong.  Somehow.  Her eyes traced down to the man’s crotch and she pressed her furry thighs together.  The fur was matted with her and the male’s cum and their sweat.  She could smell all of it and it made her stomach twist into painfully pleasurable knots.

Knots.  Lauren moaned and went to all fours.  Knots.  She huffed, shaking her head.  Heat bloomed deep within her and she trembled.  No, girls.  Girls.  Like girls.

Slowly, Lauren crawled to the first solder and presented herself, looking back at him with a muzzle flushing with heat.  Thick white cum dripped to the carpet beneath her.  Knot.  Fuck.  Mate.  Please.

The first soldier laughed and set his weapon down in the hallway, unzipping himself.  

“Do what you want,” the soldier said, grunting as he unbuckled straps and pushed his pants down.  “But I’m getting my dick wet tonight.  Once in a lifetime experience to fuck some bitches.”

“Ah, goddammit,” the second soldier said, helping Hannah unzip his pants.

The first soldier went to his knees and slid his hands through the fur along Lauren’s sides.  She was incredibly soft and she shivered beneath his touch, shoving her hips back to rub her slick, engorged pussy against his cock.  The man gripped her tail and she yelped.  He held her steady and then grabbed his dick, rubbing the head against her velvety lips.  He’d never seen anything like it and never would.  He felt the thrill of the taboo – her pussy was shaped like a dog’s but it parted wetly for him and she moaned like a human would when he entered her.  The soldier sighed as he pressed all the way in.

Beside him, his friend held Hannah’s head as she sucked him.  Closing his eyes and pretending it wasn’t a half dog creature getting him off.  He wanted to lie to himself but she felt amazing.  Her tongue enveloped his cock and her mouth was full of spit yet her tongue rough like a dog’s.  The mixture was amazing.  

“Feel’s good, doesn’t it,” the first soldier gasped, kissing the fur along Lauren’s back.  He moved above her, finding it more comfortable to be on all fours above her.  His cock slapped wetly into her and he growled, rolling his head along his shoulders.  “Better than any other bitch I fucked.”

“God,” the second soldier replied.  He clawed at Hannah’s head, tendons creaking as claws slid from his fingers.  “Never.  Felt.  Anything like it.  Fuck.  God, I just want to bend her over and mount her and-“

The second soldier choked back a growl and opened his eyes.  He’d been picturing himself on all fours.  A fucking dog.  Knotted to some common bitch.  He looked over at his friend and the first soldier looked back, smiling as he fucked Lauren.  The other man’s teeth were fangs and a knot was bulging at the base of his cock.

“Mount,” the first soldier said, his voice rough and distracted.  “Fuck.  Fuck her.  Bitch.  Fuck the bitch.  Fill her with cum.  Cubs.  My bitch.  Mine.  My cubs.  Mount her.  Fuck her.  Fuck herrrrrrrrr.”

Pushing Hannah away roughly, the second soldier staggered back, staring at his hands in shock.  His gloves were split and claws tipped each finger.  Hannah whined in front of him, raising her furry ass.  Her smell wafted up to him and he couldn’t stop himself from breathing deeply of her scent.  

Of the scent of his mate.

6 thoughts on “/r/gonewild Ch. 03

  1. This reads like a pulp fiction comic for the 21st century, all that’s missing is a cover illustration with some naked girl running from a monster. You’ve always been very talented at describing the changes in detail but this is truly on another level. The four girls at the end in-particular are so well done. Group transformations are a pain in the ass and this one has a lot going on. You convey the confusion of the sudden arousal and mayhem without losing your audience in a jumbled mess of half-baked thoughts and situations. It reminds me of the party scene in “Filth” without all the horror and dread.

    As far as pure erotica goes, it doesn’t get much better than this. I know you’re not crazy about this particular project, but this could easily be an ongoing series. Well written with a large variety of transformations. The story goes straight to the action without being devoid of all substance.

    So many writers fall victim to purple prose and intricate stories masquerading as erotica. Desperately hoping that someone important will see their true talent. But if your audience is reading 20+ pages of character development, they lose interest fast. There’s so much going on in this story, I don’t have time to lose interest. Don’t get me wrong, people appreciate an enjoyable story and believable characters too. But in the end, the number one reason we’re here is a deviant hunger for transformation. You’ve definitely delivered on that.

    • Funny you should mention pulp and purple prose. After a while of writing and finding my own style, I stumbled on a quote from Ernest Hemingway that resonated strong with me: “Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.” It was in response to Faulkner calling him out for using simplistic words…. well, obviously. I can change my style – the Lady Wore Red is more dense and unusual for me. But I did it to fit the situation. It’s horror and I wanted to pull the reader in.

      Otherwise? I don’t need to show off and it’s not even because I’m writing erotica. I’ll describe what’s necessary and not very much more than that. I’m a firm believer in building a framework for the reader. I believe that when we’re reading, we’re building the world in our own way. With our own little twists and additions. Our own flairs. I don’t want to force feed the reader because it’s slows them down and sometimes just frustrates them. I think giving just enough helps to get the readers invested because they do the rest and now they’re basically co-authors. Like why I seldom name the character in a first person story – so the reader can imagine themselves in that place.

      Sorry, I kinda meandered. I like talking about writing. I’ve been doing it for 5 years now, off and on but have always wanted to write so finding I could has been wonderful. And learning I had my own style and what that means and why – it’s fascinating.

      For this story… I’m surprised and happy that you liked the girls changing. On re-reading, I felt it was the weakest part. It fit and worked how I thought it should (without bringing it down to the fast TFs in “The Gift”) but it dragged and the changes were difficult to track between the characters. But, I tried and I liked it. Adding in the two at the end was done at the time of writing but I liked it.

      I’d be happy with others writing in the same universe but also may come back to it. Don’t know if it needs to be a “universe” since it’s a pretty basic concept.

      Thank you again for taking time to read and comment on this story. I really really appreciate how thoughtful you are with your review.

    • At the end of the stories of the girls? They were sent out by the people that ran the experiment in order to contain the girls and bring them in.

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