I wish
\nthat I had wolf feet.
\nAnd I can tell you why.
\nI could race through forests in wolf feet.
\nWithout a soul nearby to spy.<\/p>\n
I think it would be very good
\nto feel my bare toes change.
\nBlack claws slicing through tennis shoes
\nuntil wearing any clothes felt strange.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
NO…
\nI only wanted wolf feet.
\nBut, I feel a flame rise deep within.
\nWith a gasp and a moan tinged with a growl
\nMy panties are wet, I notice with chagrin.<\/p>\n
Why does the fat moon call me?
\nWhy am I on knees in prayer?
\nWith a scream of pain, I grab my shirt
\nAnd RIP! exposing full breasts to cool air.<\/p>\n
My stomach is hard and flat, I see
\nBut to my gasping cry of “Motherfucker!”
\nOn either side of a line of fur
\nfour new aching nipples pucker.<\/p>\n
OH GOD…
\nThe forest leaves feel quite cool
\nbeneath my hands – no, almost paws, I notice with surprise
\nI only wish I could say the same
\nabout the warmth between my furry thighs.<\/p>\n
My teeth are clenched against the pain
\nand I can’t help but arch my back.
\nAs bones shift along my spine
\nand a tail erupts with a CRACK!<\/p>\n
My sweatpants strain
\nand slip down low, spreading my musk so sweet.
\nI can no longer shake the thought of thick red knots;
\nI must now admit, I’m in HEAT!<\/p>\n
And so…
\nWhere am I to find him?
\nThis male to sate my lust.
\nWerewolves can’t be common, despite my plight
\nAnd a human would run in disgust.<\/p>\n
I stand on my two strong wolf feet,
\nIn the cold night air, my fur now a welcome weight.
\nSNIFF SNIFF…
\nBlack lips pull back in a grin over sharp teeth.
\nOn the air, I smell a human hunter but, soon… a new mate.<\/p>\n
I wish
\nthat I had a cow’s udder.
\nIt’s an easy decision to make.
\nWhenever I felt a thirst arise,
\nI could milk myself or even make a ME milkshake!<\/p>\n
I am petite and my new udder, too
\nAnd, I admit, it makes me smile.
\nTo hide it away and walk around
\nWith nobody the wiser, even along the dairy aisle!<\/p>\n
BUT…
\nI had no idea how sensitive they’d be.
\nBusing back from a secret jaunt,
\nthey cry out for immediate attention.
\nThe very brush of my shirt is nearly a taunt.<\/p>\n
My cute limp cow nipples ache to be stroked.
\nOnly girls with a smooth cow udder
\nwould know my plight as my milk comes in –
\nThe urge to pull and twist and pinch makes me shudder.<\/p>\n
“It’s okay,” I tell myself. “Nobody will see.”
\nWith no hesitation and barely a thought,
\nI hunch and I slip my fingers down in
\nto grip and to pull before I am caught.<\/p>\n
OH…
\nThis feeling is new and I feel myself wiggle.
\nMy cheeks burn bright red and my breath is so quick-
\nno milk now, just an urge for lusty relief.
\nI shake and I gasp and my tongue laps my wider nose with a lick.<\/p>\n
I feel almost dizzy and my thoughts are so scattered.
\nI don’t even notice the black hairs dotting my skin
\nthrough the waves of pleasure and need for more milking.
\nNor do I notice the shape I’m now in.<\/p>\n
SHIT…
\nMy jeans pull tight as my thighs start swelling.
\nThe cute udder now bulges, the pink now flecked.
\nMy shirt strains to contain my breasts as they grow
\nand two wet spots sprout atop large human nipples, fully erect.<\/p>\n
If I had a cow’s cute udder,
\nI thought I’d just playfully give it a squeeze.
\nBut now my hands can’t stop milking
\nand as my shirt tears, the bus gets a striptease!<\/p>\n
NO NO NO…
\nMy skin is spotted, black and white
\nMy nipples, all six, long and full.
\nI’m squirting milk down the aisle
\nAnd, god help me, wishing I had a bull.<\/p>\n
The other passengers yell in outrage
\nbut my long ears flick in shock.
\nAs around me everyone starts to change
\nincluding a stud with a new 14 inch black and pink cock!<\/p>\n
And so…
\nWanting just a cow’s cute udder
\nwas a secret easy to decipher.
\nBut as my bull grips my tail,
\nI find I can’t wait to be his heifer.<\/p>\n
I wish
\nthat I had spider eyes.
\nAnd I’m not afraid to explain.
\nI have a problem, seeing true hearts
\nbut with eight eyes? Never again!<\/p>\n
I think it would be very good
\nto have them on a date.
\nOnly smart girls with spider eyes
\ncould ever find a true mate.<\/p>\n
BUT…
\nMy date would not like them.
\nHe would say, “You’re a freak!”
\nAnd so I must hide them away
\nelse find my prospects bleak.<\/p>\n
Here sits one, chattering away
\nabout his job, his car and his lies.
\nWhile I laugh knowingly,
\nrubbing at my sore sides.<\/p>\n
I feel a urge quite strongly,
\nOne I’ve never had.
\nI want to take this male back home,
\nand ride him so very bad.<\/p>\n
My eight eyes blink as he looks away.
\nWhy do I feel so exposed?
\nI want to be away, in the dark
\nwrapped up in a place enclosed.<\/p>\n
Light black hairs bristle from my legs
\nas I lean in to the male,
\n“Come home,” I whisper through growing fangs.
\nHe looks surprised but then smiles, “Yeah, let’s bail!”<\/p>\n
I keep to shadows, away from eyes
\nnearly scurrying in my haste
\nWe’re soon upstairs and undressed
\nand he finds I’m not quite chaste.<\/p>\n
My mouth on his manhood,
\nsmall fangs kept in check.
\nAs six black points break through my waist,
\nI cry out and look back at a wreck.<\/p>\n
My legs are broken with patches of black
\nand my body is longer.
\nI can feel the urge to mate,
\ngrowing much much STRONGER!<\/p>\n
The male opens his eyes,
\na scream on his lips.
\nBut, the cry never comes
\nas I work my changed hips.<\/p>\n
If I had eight beautiful spider eyes,
\nI’d be able to see,
\nthe panic in the male’s eyes
\nas he sees all of me.<\/p>\n
My fangs sink deep
\npushing venom through his veins
\nwhile my eight legs unfold
\nabove his remains.<\/p>\n
And so…
\nHe cums as he dies,
\nhis last gift to me.
\nI lay back on my fuzzy abdomen,
\nthe last of my hair falling free.<\/p>\n
My eight legs lift me up.
\nMy stomach, it RUMBLES! He looks so tasty!
\nBut new organs begin to work
\nand I wrap him quite quickly.<\/p>\n
My humanity has vanished,
\nI know not where it has gone.
\nInstead, in its place, undeniable urges
\nto leave food for my growing spawn.<\/p>\n
I wish
\nthat I had a cat tail.
\nWould you like to know the reason?
\nYou’d have incredibly balance with a cat tail,
\nand cuddle with it when winter was in season.<\/p>\n
I think it would be very good
\nto have a tail when I play.
\nAnd when I went out again,
\nI’d simply put it away.<\/p>\n
I would go nude every day
\nalone in my house
\njumping and leaping,
\nas if chasing a mouse.<\/p>\n
I would sleep like a cat,
\nwhy yes, I am tired.
\nI would find the best warm spot
\nlike every cat I admired.<\/p>\n
And when I woke, I’d clean myself.
\nYes, even down there.
\nI’d lift my leg straight up
\nand groom my thickening hair.<\/p>\n
Once clean, I’d STRETCH!
\nLifting my hips,
\nmy tail would stand proud
\nand I’d flick my pointed ear tips.<\/p>\n
BUT…
\nSomething is wrong.
\nThis is more than I desired.
\nWhy is my tongue rough?
\nOh? No, you’re right, I AM tired.<\/p>\n
If I had a thick, bushy cat tail,
\nI’d pull it between my thighs
\nworking my lightly furred hips
\nuntil I MROOWWED! in surprise.<\/p>\n
NO…
\nThe ache is still there, it wasn’t enough.
\nI claw and sharp nails pierce through my fingers.
\nDark black fur covers my sex
\nbut the scent from my orgasm still lingers.<\/p>\n
Thick fingers work through swollen wetness.
\nI yowl piteously through a slightly split lip,
\nlicking my pebbled nose
\nimagining a Tom giving my neck a hard nip.<\/p>\n
SO…
\nMy neighbor, I know, he’s flirted before.
\nBut only vague memories of turning him away.
\nI suck at my paw, tasting my cum.
\nI know, he’s kind, he’ll take in a stray.<\/p>\n
I’m quick now and my fur is jet black.
\nWindows and doors provide a short puzzle,
\nbut soon I’m in, padding through the dark
\nto find him in bed, ready to nuzzle.<\/p>\n
My small breasts, they ache for his touch.
\nEven worse is the need to be filled and TAKEN!
\nI free him from blankets and sit on his face-
\nthis startles him such that I feel him awaken.<\/p>\n
Ignoring his sounds,
\nI lick at his cock.
\nRough tongue making him hard
\nwhile he jerks in shock.<\/p>\n
Beneath my ministrations, I feel him change
\nHis dick grows small bumps and lengthens to a red tip!
\nMeanwhile he calms and I feel his claws dig in
\nbut strong hands lift me away and I’m down in his grip.<\/p>\n
My new Tom fills me
\nand I YOWL! in pain
\nbut clawed hands find mine
\nand his fangs in my neck make my struggles wane.<\/p>\n
And so…
\nI think
\nI could be happy
\nand not at all bitter<\/p>\n
I’d just wanted a tail but now
\nI’m a Queen to a Tom
\nwhile raising a large litter.<\/p>\n
I wish
\nthat I had a woman’s vagina.
\nIt’s really quite easy.
\nYou can masturbate all day without anyone knowing.
\nUnlike a man where you’d look rather sleazy.<\/p>\n
I think it would be very good
\nto have one while at my desk at work
\nOnly men with a woman’s pussy
\nwould know why I’d smirk.<\/p>\n
I’d sit in my cubicle
\nWith fingers against my woman’s clit
\nAnd I’d rub and I’d rub
\nuntil I could hardly sit.<\/p>\n
My coworkers would wonder
\nThey would say, “Are you feeling sick?
\nYou face is quite flushed
\nand your words are very thick.”<\/p>\n
They would never suspect
\nThat a rough manly man would
\nbe playing with his own vagina.
\nI would just grin and answer back, “No, I’m good.”<\/p>\n
BUT…
\nI wouldn’t be able to stop with just my clit.
\nMy fingers would press deep inside.
\nI’d massage my aching chest
\nwith my wet, smooth legs thrown wide.<\/p>\n
I’d ignore all the glances from coworkers.
\nat my hardened, large nipples tenting my shirt.
\nThat swell of my breast just means that
\nI need to benchpress more – just ignore if they SQUIRT!<\/p>\n
SO…
\nA kind older woman stopped me today,
\nin hushed whispered voice she told me:
\n“Honey, you need a bra now that you’re grown.”
\nAnd despite my protestations, went on a shopping spree!<\/p>\n
I was measured and prodded and praised for my skin,
\nUntil finally I scoffed,
\n“I’m not a damn woman!”
\nBut the fabrics, they were so soft.<\/p>\n
I blushed and looked down as I saw my little breasts.
\nI had no idea they’d grown!
\n“No, I’m a man and this doesn’t make sense!”
\nBut I touched a large pink nipple and let out a moan.<\/p>\n
Twisting and pulling at both my pert breasts,
\nI felt quite naughty as I fell to my knees.
\n“You… you dirty little girl,” I whispered.
\n“You’re such a slutty tease.”<\/p>\n
I left the dressing room, old clothes in the bags.
\nI decided to celebrate at the local club.
\nA red-faced smile as my wet panties rode
\nhigh and gave me a rub.<\/p>\n
Hooking my longer hair over my ear,
\nI flashed my new cleavage and a warm smile
\nso that the bouncer never asked to see my ID.
\nI laughed out loud at my new found guile.<\/p>\n
“Men are so easy!” I thought with a grin.
\n“I bet I get free drinks the rest of the night!”
\nI stopped at the bar and picked a likely target
\nonly to feel my heart race at the loveliest sight.<\/p>\n
“This is wrong,” I thought, my face burning red.
\nMy heart pumped fast and I felt myself grow wet.
\n“No, it’s impossible to be turned on!
\nHe’s just a man and so I am, yet!”<\/p>\n
But, the man bought me a drink and I shyly accepted.
\nI even laughed at his jokes as I winced inside.
\nDesperately, I wanted to leave but
\ncouldn’t – I tried!<\/p>\n
OH NO…
\nI jerked when his hand covered my knee
\nbut I blushed and smiled rather than yelled!
\nMy heart beat faster
\nAnd I swear, my pussy swelled.<\/p>\n
Slowly that hand moved up my thigh
\nand I mentally argued less and less.
\nUntil, eventually, I took his hand
\nand guided it up my dress.<\/p>\n
The feeling was heaven.
\nHe pressed and he rubbed.
\nI leaned forward with a gasp,
\nI’d felt like I’d been clubbed!<\/p>\n
My head was so clear
\nbut the thoughts weren’t my own.
\nI wanted to ride him,
\nto take him home.<\/p>\n
And so…
\nI think
\nthere are some things
\nI do not wish to be.<\/p>\n
I found myself naked, on his bed
\nHis mouth between my legs
\nAnd as he took my virginity,<\/p>\n
I found my old self slipping away.
\nI’m a petite young woman.
\nAnd now, there’s nobody else but me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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