Getting Ready For The Night

An unaware, newly infected werewolf can’t stop her urges as her date night approaches…

Jamal sat at the edge of the bed he shared with his girlfriend, watching her move around their small bedroom.  He scratched his cheek and then lower to his side while he eyed her slim figure.  She’d spent an hour on her hair while he’d tried to relax on the couch but he was restless and found himself walking around and fixing minor annoyances that had cropped up at home over the week.

 

He squeezed his cock through the slacks he wore as she bent to dig through a pile of clean clothes still stacked in her laundry basket. 

Reflection

A cursed bracelet causes a chain reaction of transformations…

A gift story for the amazing wwbot ( https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/wwbot/ )!

The bus rattled as it slammed into a pothole.  Alice gripped her purse tightly and then pulled it harder against her belly.

 

Her new bracelet rubbed against her wrist.  The thin metal pulled at the tiny blonde hairs that rose around it on her otherwise hairless arm.  There were sharp little pains as the hairs lengthened slightly and twisted around the bracelet.  Her skin dimpled outward until she rubbed her arm forward.

 

She’d found the bracelet in a dusty old antique store and thought it was cute. 

New Views

A streamer allows her viewers to choose each of her changes
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Despite being incredibly open minded, confident in my body and outgoing, I’m still nervous before every session.  However, once I’ve been going for a few minutes, I lose myself in it and enjoy it.  But, until then, I’m a little cute wreck.

 

I sit on the edge of my bed after making sure my guest room – not my real room despite what I tell my viewers, is clean and ready.  My real room is a disaster

Teacher’s Pet

A teacher’s pet becomes one in physical form while her lustful heat ravages her body

The silence was unnatural, broken only by the faint scratching of pens and paper turning.  Steven eyed the class, watching for tell-tale signs of cheating from students bent over their papers.  His eyes lingered on Alexandria as she huddled too far over her desk with her arms on either side of her test paper.

 

Steven rolled his eyes with a quiet sigh.  The ancient chair he sat in squeaked loudly when he pushed it back to stand, knuckling his back as if stretching while hiding his true intentions. 

Begging For Attention Ch. 02

Chapter 2 of 2.

A bratty stepdaughter finds herself turning into a good girl for her stepfather.

Sunlight surprised him when a random, loud snort woke him completely.  He groaned and sat up and then yawned, climbing out of bed.  Light snoring let him know his wife was sleeping on the couch once more.  He sighed and looked at the wall towards where his step-daughter’s bedroom was.

 

God, I hope she sleeps that off, he thought to himself while stretching and walking into the hallway.  That poor girl.

 

“Ah!” he yelled as he stepped into the kitchen.

 

Madison stood at the stove with a plate of burned pancakes next to her. 

Begging For Attention Ch. 01

Chapter 1 of 2.

A bratty stepdaughter finds herself turning into a good girl for her stepfather.

Carl stood in the living room behind his wife as she lay sprawled out on the couch.  Overdramatic voices yelled on the television from a new show she’d recently started watching.  As with the other shows she seemed to watch, all of the teenagers on the show were actually in their late twenties and far too sophisticated for their own good.

 

He glanced over his shoulder toward the second bedroom.  Light spilled out from beneath the slightly open door and he could spy his step-daughter’s toes and the tiny brush she held against them. 

Puss In Heels

The lunch crowd rushed along the sidewalk, flowing around Milly as if she were a pebble in a coursing river.  She clung to her purse, fixing her chestnut brown hair every time a pedestrian jostled her.  The two chopsticks holding her hair up felt loose but she had no time to fix them; she just prayed they wouldn’t come out.  They were her only nice pair, despite the chips along their length.

 

She moved with a purpose, keeping her distance from everyone as they made their way to their favorite cafes.  Her stomach growled but she pressed her balled hand against her cream-colored blouse. 

Primal Fantasies: Wolf

Trying a werewolf cock sleeve for fun begins to change a young man and the curse spreads in a strip club.
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The faint sound of cardboard hitting concrete was easy to miss but Joseph bounced from his couch as soon as he heard it.  The mailman never knocked or rang the bell, even when the package required a signature.  So, he’d grown used to listening.  He’d been refreshing the shipping notification every few minutes while idly playing a game on his phone but it slid between the cushions, forgotten as he raced to the door.

Night Moves

A female weredog is unable to resist her heat and changes in front of her boyfriend for the first time

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

Blackout curtains kept the room in utter darkness while dampening the sound of passing cars splashing through the rain.

 

Gina found herself suddenly awake.  She lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes and nuzzling back into her pillow.


The slow, even breaths of her boyfriend next to her helped to relax her as she tried to let herself settle back into sleep.

Begging For More

A man is made into a submissive bitch after mistreating the wrong young woman.

A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a slutty submissive weredog. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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“You’re fucking crazy,” I tell him over the phone, running my fingers through my short, curly hair.

“You know what the great thing is, Brad?” I hear him ask.  He sounds pissed but also amused in a way.  “I don’t care what you think.