{"id":868,"date":"2023-03-01T08:13:58","date_gmt":"2023-03-01T16:13:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=868"},"modified":"2023-03-01T08:13:58","modified_gmt":"2023-03-01T16:13:58","slug":"office-bitch-ch-04","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=868","title":{"rendered":"Office Bitch Ch. 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

Anne learns some self control… and just how tenuous it can be with her new needs and urges.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

A tiny amount of the now cold coffee has spilled over the edge of my cup.\u00a0 Dark brown rings surround the bottom of the mug as if created from a caffeinated Spirograph rather than my nervous fiddling.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My monitor dims but I push my cordless mouse while distracting myself by staring at the spilled drink.\u00a0 I should get a coaster.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I rest my fingers against the bottom edge of the mouse to keep my computer from falling asleep and my attention is drawn to the motion.\u00a0 The back of my hand is hairless.\u00a0 My nails are – no, I was about to say they were as perfectly manicured as always but they aren’t.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The plastic backing of the mouse is smooth against my fingers.\u00a0 I rub it slowly while continuing to stare at my hand.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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My fingernails are pointed rather than broad and flat.\u00a0 They narrow almost immediately from the tip of my finger until they end in a rounded point.\u00a0 I flex and they scratch nearly soundlessly against the plastic.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sight of it makes me breathe out and raise my chin slightly due to the heated thoughts of dragging my claws along Michael’s body.\u00a0 Although it’s difficult to remember things once I’ve begun to change, it appears I’ve retained more than the first time.\u00a0 My nails aren’t my claws.\u00a0 I can see <\/span>those<\/i><\/b> in my mind’s eye, the black tips emerging from beneath my nails.\u00a0 My fingernails just painlessly fall away at some point but apparently regrow when I revert.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Why would they regrow into mockeries of my claws?\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I move in my chair when my swollen pussy rubs against the luxurious padded seat.\u00a0 I can feel my thighs pressing against the sides of those strange, folded lips.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Sneaking a quick glance at the door, I slide my hips forward and reach down, hooking my faux claws into the bottom of the skirt to hike them up to my hips before spreading my legs.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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A single string of white cum has leaked from my pussy and I can’t stop the rumbling at the back of my throat or the way my lips pull back to show my teeth while my little button nose crinkles.\u00a0 I breathe deeply and sigh but it turns into a quiet whine instead.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Spreading my legs further forces my pussy to open slightly and the scent nearly overpowers me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Black hairs slowly pierce the bridge of my nose.\u00a0 They begin a quarter of an inch away from the rounded tip – just where the skin would grow rough.\u00a0 To prove my point, tiny dark cracks appear around my nostrils.\u00a0 They travel upwards haltingly, ending where the hair begins.\u00a0 The smooth skin is pebbled now, and darker.\u00a0 I swallow and my mouth feels too full.\u00a0 When I open my mouth, my tongue hangs slightly between my lips.\u00a0 Wide and thick, I can feel it laying against my bottom canines.<\/span><\/p>\n

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There’s a wet spot at the back of my skirt where I was sitting on it.\u00a0 Large and irregular shaped.\u00a0 Despite the time that’s passed, I’m still wet and aching from the need to be filled.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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My pussy glistens.\u00a0 I want to touch myself so badly.\u00a0 Instead, I try to hold my breath and lean forward, bending my knees to stare at myself.\u00a0 To see how I’ve changed.\u00a0 The movement drags the band of my skirt against two of my teats and the mouse creaks when I clench my fist and dig my pointed nails into the plastic.\u00a0 My lower nipples are ridiculously sensitive.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I want-<\/span><\/p>\n

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I want Michael to touch me there.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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A sudden image fills my mind and I lean back with a moan, licking my nose while my hand trembles over the mouse.\u00a0 In my thoughts, I’m on all fours.\u00a0 Human.\u00a0 In bed.\u00a0 Michael is under me.\u00a0 I’m lowering myself and raising my ass, lower and lower until my breasts press into the bed above Michael’s head.\u00a0 His warm lips touch one of my teats and he raises his arms, grabbing my ass with one hand and my back with the other as his mouth opens and he suckles from me.\u00a0 It’s the lowest on my belly, close to my pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

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But I can’t picture what it feels like and it’s incredibly frustrating.<\/span><\/p>\n

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God<\/i><\/b>.\u00a0 But it’s not even- I shouldn’t even- It’s not <\/span>right<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0 Still, the urge is deeply ingrained within me now and the thought of him sucking on one of them, his hand wandering between my thighs-<\/span><\/p>\n

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My breath is ragged when I exhale.\u00a0 I shake my head, lick my lips and try to focus.\u00a0 My entire body feels itchy and warm and I’m on edge.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Between my thighs, more of Michael’s cum has leaked forth.\u00a0 I carefully bring my hand down.\u00a0 It shakes once.\u00a0 My lips draw back to show too-sharp teeth and a blackened nose with nostrils more forward than down.\u00a0 Black and tan hairs creep up from my nose and between my eyebrows to fan out over my forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I normally trim my pubic hair but it’s grown back thick.\u00a0 My eyes dart to the lone office chair and gray hairs emerge from my shoulders.\u00a0 Two of my teats, each on opposite sides of my stomach and on different … rows?\u00a0 Sets?\u00a0 God.\u00a0 Two of them harden as my skirt brushes against them and electric little pulses flash down my spine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I need to keep calm.\u00a0 I breathe slowly.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 Focusing on inhaling and exhaling through my mouth as if I were holding a pose in yoga class.<\/span><\/p>\n

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That makes me laugh but it’s not an entirely happy laugh.\u00a0 I’ll never be able to go to a class again.\u00a0 I can see myself in tight clothes with my pussy perfectly outlined for all to see.\u00a0 And my tiny little extra nipples.\u00a0 Not really any good way to hide any of that.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Hairs retreat as I exert control but it’s incredibly difficult.\u00a0 I sneeze when cartilage shifts in my nose but my tongue still reaches to the tip.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My hand brushes through the tangled curls of my thick, unruly pubic hair.\u00a0 The skin bulges slightly around my labia.\u00a0 A few curls grow down between my legs but the hairs straighten the further they go and they mix with the tan and gray hairs growing forth.\u00a0 Michael’s cum tangles with the light fur surrounding my sex and it traps the smell.\u00a0 Tiny black hairs emerge from my thighs at the corner of my vision.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The lips- my pussy lips- they’re thick as if engorged and dusky, textured compared to surrounding skin.\u00a0 Folded together and pushed away from my body.\u00a0 I can’t see my clit or the hood that used to cover it.\u00a0 The lips meet in the middle and twist together ever so slightly.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It’s so alien.\u00a0 Granted, I don’t often stare at my pussy but I know what it looks like and this- this is just wrong.\u00a0 Is this what female dogs have?\u00a0 It must be, right?<\/span><\/p>\n

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My teeth scrape as my nostrils flare to take in his scent.\u00a0 I touch myself carefully with my left hand and gasp at the unexpected sensitivity.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Shit,” I whisper, eyes wide.\u00a0 I’d somehow thought they’d be tougher than before, with less feeling but they aren’t.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop myself.\u00a0 My nails drag through growing hair and I cup them, scooping up his cum and bringing it to my mouth without hesitation.\u00a0 My wide, rough tongue laps at the taste of him as my nose crunches and my jaw pushes forward.\u00a0 I growl, opening my fingers to clean between them.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My heart pounds as the heat begins to rise within.\u00a0 It roars like a billowing flame, coursing along my body from my core to the tips of my ears as they begin to slide through my hair.\u00a0 All of my teats and both of my nipples immediately harden and I twist my bare toes into the carpet.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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It’s harder to think.\u00a0 I almost feel the words slipping away as the ability to form complex thoughts crumble.<\/span><\/p>\n

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No.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0 I have to pull back.\u00a0 I have to learn some control.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Fur pierces my torn blazer, growing from my mound and up my body.\u00a0 Beneath the blazer, my stomach is bare as my torn shirt does little more than give the appearance of a properly put together outfit.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I can see the mounds of my eight tiny nipples along my body beneath my skirt and blazer.\u00a0 I ache to touch them.\u00a0 To grind on the corner of my desk or, oh god!\u00a0 To call Michael in and ride his dick!\u00a0 Oh god!\u00a0 Once the thought enters my mind, I’m practically leaking from the idea of it.\u00a0 He’d be so happy to see that.\u00a0 So happy to see how wet I am for him.\u00a0 I’m such a good girl.\u00a0 I am.\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 Ready for him.\u00a0 Always ready.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I’m panting now and my nails bulge as the small tips of my claws push against them.\u00a0 My hand fumbles at my phone, knocking the receiver over and my hand paws at the buttons.\u00a0 I can’t remember his number.\u00a0 Or what to do.\u00a0 I whine, licking my lips as they stretch over my growing muzzle.\u00a0 I just want him here.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I could go to him?<\/span><\/p>\n

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No.\u00a0 No, bad girl.\u00a0 No.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I whine, pulling at the neck of my blazer and my claws leave short red marks that are quickly hidden beneath the gray fur growing there.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bad.\u00a0 Have to-<\/span><\/p>\n

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Have to- breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Pull back.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I slid from my chair to fall on my hands with my knees splayed to both sides.\u00a0 My skirt strains against my hips.\u00a0 I can feel the cold wet spot staining my skirt against the bare skin of my short, hairless tail.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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My knees slid against the carpet as I spread them until my pussy touches the carpet.\u00a0 I yip and press down, grinding my exposed, dog-like pussy into the short pile.\u00a0 My claws cut into the carpet as I grunt and shove down and back, marking the floor with my arousal.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Raising up to all fours, I lift my head towards the door and breathe deeply.\u00a0 I move forward and then freeze.<\/span><\/p>\n

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No.\u00a0 No, no, no.\u00a0 My furred ears angle back, brushing against my hair as I go down to my forearms and knees, pulling into a tight ball with my forehead against the carpet.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I empty my mind.\u00a0 And breathe.\u00a0 Out in a long, shuddering, hungry exhalation.\u00a0 Holding it.\u00a0 Clearing my mind.\u00a0 Pushing away the thoughts of Michael’s hairy chest against my back.\u00a0 In.\u00a0 Through my mouth, feeling my chest expand.\u00a0 The hairs lining my body brush against my blazer and I can almost <\/span>feel<\/i><\/b> Michael’s arms surrounding me, his hands digging into the fur on my belly as he tries to mount me.\u00a0 As I raise my hips to present myself to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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No.\u00a0 Clear.\u00a0 Breathe out.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It takes minutes for the changes to revert but I ignore them as they do.\u00a0 I shrink myself down to nothingness and just relax.<\/span><\/p>\n

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When it’s safe, I lean back to rest my ass against my heels.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Dog hairs cover the carpet beneath me and behind me.\u00a0 From my face and thighs, I assume.\u00a0 Stragglers that weren’t pulled back into my body.\u00a0 I’ll need to get a little vacuum if this continues.\u00a0 Although, the cleaning company is an independent company and would never question why there’s hair.\u00a0 They’d probably assume I had a dog.\u00a0 Unlike the cleaners at my home, I barely know these people.\u00a0 Let them think I brought in a pet.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Oh.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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My nails dig into my legs, just above my knees.\u00a0 Pet.\u00a0 I desperately try not to think of it but I can’t <\/span>not<\/i><\/b>.\u00a0 The fur on the carpet, kneeling on the ground and the word itself echo through my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I can see it so clearly.\u00a0 Curled up on the floor next to him while He works.\u00a0 Watching Him.\u00a0 Content.\u00a0 A pet.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Oh fucking Christ,” I whisper and my nails nearly pierce my skin as I try to force it all away.\u00a0 My hips rock despite my efforts and I can feel the muscles within as I tense them, slippery and empty and oh so wet.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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With a grunt, I push myself up and stagger back into my chair.\u00a0 My chest heaves as I pant with my mouth open once more.\u00a0 My tongue, longer than it should be, laps up the drool from my cramped mouth and I sit.\u00a0 Like a good girl.\u00a0 And think of nothing.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I wish I could say it was getting easier to control but I think it’s getting more difficult.\u00a0 I think- I think I’m getting more used to what I am.\u00a0 I worry that I’m starting to accept it.\u00a0 That I’m-\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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That I’m enjoying it.\u00a0 God, I’m enjoying it.\u00a0 The loss of control is one but the raw, animal passion is even better.\u00a0 It’s addicting as hell.\u00a0 Everything is brighter and sharper and simpler and my whole body <\/span>screams<\/i><\/b> for attention.\u00a0 It’s exhilarating.\u00a0 I ride an endorphin high and just want to fuck until I can’t think anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Language.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I still need to function in society.\u00a0 I still need to be able to hold it back.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My fingers touch the edge of my jaw as my tongue reels back into my mouth, scraping against my teeth.\u00a0 I massage my cheek gently until I’m sure I’m me again.\u00a0 Until I move in my seat and my thighs press against my pussy.\u00a0 With my torn panties in my purse, I can easily feel my warm, wet bulging lips against my skin.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Control.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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There are things I need to do before dinner tonight with Michael.\u00a0 I’m so excited but also nervous.\u00a0 But, mostly excited.\u00a0 So many things to do before then!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bones creak in my hips.\u00a0 My freed tailbone shifts as if it’s wagging but I can barely feel it.\u00a0 For a brief moment, a lump forms above my ass before it slowly deflates.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I push the mouse and type in my password to see the black image of the private browsing window waiting for me.\u00a0 My fingers click on the keyboard as I type a query into the search bar.\u00a0 Images and links to pages fill the screen and I glance at the closed door to my office once more.\u00a0 I can’t help it despite the fact that nobody can see my screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

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This is a new world for me and it takes a bit of extra searching to find exactly what I’m looking for.\u00a0 My initial embarrassment is quickly replaced by excitement that threatens to steal away my humanity once more so I hurry and choose, writing down the information on a sticky note from my desk.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My pumps are next to the desk.\u00a0 I slip my feet into both of them and then mentally chastise myself as the broken ankle straps lay uselessly against my feet.\u00a0 Ignoring that, I stand and nod satisfactorily when I don’t feel unbalanced.<\/span><\/p>\n

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With a step, I stumble and grab my desk for support.\u00a0 There was a flash of an image.\u00a0 Standing in my office after the first change.\u00a0 Michael leading me away.\u00a0 Walking on my forefeet with wide, heavy paws and thick padding.\u00a0 As soon as it appears, it’s gone, leaving me clutching at the remnants.\u00a0 I’m leaning heavily on my desk and the heat is trying to bloom between my thighs.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Closing my eyes, I swallow and focus and the warmth recedes to a dull pulsing deep within.\u00a0 It never seems to go away completely and surges forth as soon as I lose control.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I don’t think I’ve stopped being wet for one moment since I woke up this morning.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Leaning over, I grab my bag and walk through my office and out into the parking lot.\u00a0 The late morning sun greets me and I raise my face to it while breathing deeply.\u00a0 I automatically relax once the outside air surrounds me and I can’t stop smiling.\u00a0 The chemical smell of cars mixes with the faint stench of cigarettes and a million other unrecognizable aromas, forcing me to sneeze but I lick my lips and nose and climb into my SUV.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The vehicle quietly rumbles to life and I waste no time in backing up and driving off.\u00a0 At the first stop sign, I give the address from the sticky note to my smartphone and follow the directions it gives.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My\u00a0 office is in a small, friendly city that offers plenty of incentives to draw businesses but, in doing so, it created an environment more conducive for people to commute into rather than to actually live in.\u00a0 Despite their best efforts to emulate the nearby city of Tarleton, the far smaller city of Edgewood became filled with large business, fast food places and a few struggling strip malls.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Tarleton, on the other hand, is the largest city in the county and thriving.\u00a0 I moved there when I graduated college and lived in a small studio apartment in the middle of downtown.\u00a0 The business I’m driving to is located in an older part of the city that’s fallen behind as new businesses relocate.\u00a0 I’ve been in the area before but I don’t remember this particular place.\u00a0 I imagine that even if I had passed it, I would’ve walked quickly without looking inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Really, though, as I drive and think about all of this, I’m just distracting myself from yesterday.\u00a0 For whatever reason, I’m finding my associative memory to be exceptionally powerful now.\u00a0 Walking on the balls of my feet, being close to the bed this morning and <\/span>anything<\/i><\/b> related to Michael.\u00a0 Small, innocuous things that shouldn’t matter but are even slightly related to my… condition immediately put me in the wrong frame of mind and the heat rears its head.<\/span><\/p>\n

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So the stroll down memory lane as I take the exit into downtown Tarleton is because I’m terrified of what will happen if I-<\/span><\/p>\n

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The car swerves because I suddenly see my hands around Michael’s cock as he’s driving my SUV.\u00a0 I’m seated in the passenger seat and his hand is on my head, pushing me down but I’m going eagerly by myself.\u00a0 Wrapping my lips around his dick as I suck him off like a cheap little prostitute he picked up off the street.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I growl, baring suddenly sharp fangs at the thought of another woman with him yet the connected thought of being his little slut also turns me on and I grip the wheel and swallow.\u00a0 My tongue explores the roof of my mouth, rubbing and flexing until it forces past my lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

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His address is in my phone.\u00a0 According to the online map, it’s actually not too far from where I am.\u00a0 I could go there and wait for him.\u00a0 Call him and make him come to me.\u00a0 Roll around in his apartment, covering myself in his scent while shredding my clothes with my growing claws and going to all fours and raising my ass to show my dripping wet pussy and-<\/span><\/p>\n

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I blow past a red light and a cacophony of honking horns and angry shouts, panting and sweating with lust-filled eyes.\u00a0 I groan and growl and shove my hand beneath my skirt and between my thighs while pulling over to an empty spot on the curb.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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My hand squeezes my slick pussy and I bark.\u00a0 I’m so hot.\u00a0 So hot.\u00a0 Hard to think.\u00a0 I run my hand through my hair, pulling at the tips of my ears as I rub myself, pressing my finger down between my pussy lips.\u00a0 They part and I feel the thick warmth of my slipper inner lips.\u00a0 I want to finger myself so bad.\u00a0 So bad.\u00a0 Bad.\u00a0 Bad girl.\u00a0 My other hand tweaks my nipple and I bark in pain before whining as I pinch it more gently.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bad girl.\u00a0 Need Michael.\u00a0 Wait.\u00a0 Wait for him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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A single claw emerges from the tip of my index finger and it drags down my pussy lips.\u00a0 I throw my head back with my mouth open.\u00a0 Black fur lines the edges of my jaw and my canines are sharp and long.\u00a0 My whine turns into a high pitched little howl and I shudder, forcing my hand away while every instinct tells me to shove the fingers deep inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the distance, a dog begins to bark savagely, responding to my howl.\u00a0 A second and then third picks up the call and I snarl at them as I shove my hands against the seat, digging dull black claws into the leather.\u00a0 They’re angry.\u00a0 Someone new is on their territory and they don’t like it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bad girl, bad!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bad g-<\/span><\/p>\n

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I can’t stop the bark that bubbles up.\u00a0 I face the other dogs and let loose as my scarlet colored lips darken to black and stretch over my lengthening face.\u00a0 My long, sharp ears tremble as I bark louder and then shove my hands to my face.\u00a0 A passing couple step away from the curb as they stare into the tinted windows of my SUV.<\/span><\/p>\n

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What am I doing?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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I <\/span>am<\/i><\/b> a bad girl.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Leaning forward, I press my forehead against the steering wheel and ignore the whispers of the couple as they cross the street.\u00a0 The changes once again recede as time passes but the cabin is filled with the smell of my pussy.\u00a0 I shove my fingers in my mouth, sucking on them without realizing what I’m doing.\u00a0 As the smell threatens to overwhelm me once more, I roll the windows down.\u00a0 One of the dogs barks again and my rounded ears twitch as I lean out and bare my teeth in her (<\/span>oh god, how do I know it’s a girl dog and why am I sniffing for her scent?!<\/span><\/i>) direction.\u00a0 My very human teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Jesus.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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A quick check in my mirrors shows the street is clear so I gun it, roaring away as my phone continues to give me directions.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It’s so frustrating.\u00a0 I’m me.\u00a0 I haven’t forgotten who I am.\u00a0 I can remember from early childhood to now and all of my victories and failures along the way.\u00a0 Personality-wise, I feel the same as I’ve always been.\u00a0 However, beneath all of that is the new part of myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The transition is seamless.\u00a0 At no point during that recent change or the one in my office did it feel unnatural.\u00a0 <\/span>I<\/i><\/b> wanted to bark at the dog and I remember wanting to do it because she was trying to warn me away but I wasn’t anywhere near her goddamn yard and I can go wherever I want!\u00a0 And if she doesn’t like it, I’ll go over and mark her goddamn fence to-<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Christ,” I whisper, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles lighten.\u00a0 Ebony hairs line my fingers, slowly creeping over to the back of my hand. Shiny in the light.\u00a0 Dense near the tips of my fingers and down to their base but growing sparse further up my arm.\u00a0 I grind my teeth and stare at them until they stop and then pull back.\u00a0 “Focus, girl.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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It’s harder to know where I stop and the creature begins and now I’m worried that I’m making a mistake.\u00a0 That I’ve let <\/span>it<\/span><\/i> talk me into doing this.\u00a0 Surely I wasn’t the one to think this would be a good idea?<\/span><\/p>\n

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My phone quietly informs me that my stop is coming up on the right.\u00a0 I almost turn at the intersection before the store but it takes too long to make a decision so I miss the turn and find myself signaling to park on the empty curb.\u00a0 This area of the city looks as bad as I remembered but online reviews swore the shop sold high quality items.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Instead of going inside, I turn my car off and sit, listening to the engine tick over and over.\u00a0 I can see a little of the storefront through the tinted windows but it’s just a couple of mannequins wearing leather and various metal objects along with small displays of random things that are far beyond my comfort level.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“What are you doing, Anne?” I ask myself, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It seemed like a good idea at the time.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 It seemed like an <\/span>amazing<\/i><\/b> and <\/span>perfect<\/i><\/b> idea at the time.\u00a0 But where do I end and <\/span>it<\/span><\/i> begins?\u00a0 Was that my idea or- I can’t keep calling it “it”.\u00a0 Her?\u00a0 That’ll do for now.\u00a0 The other part of me.\u00a0 It was just so appealing when the thought occurred to me initially.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My nails drum on the steering wheel as I stare far into the distance.\u00a0 My mind is the clearest it’s been over the past two days.\u00a0 It could be the distance from-\u00a0 No.\u00a0 Clear mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Something incredible happened to me yesterday.\u00a0 I lost myself to it and Michael was there to witness it.\u00a0 He took me home and I- I forced myself onto him.\u00a0 Scraps of memories have come back to me since then but it’s still a blur.\u00a0 All I can remember is the loss of self and the base pleasures that came with it.\u00a0 The incredible freedom.\u00a0 It was- it was like being drunk without the hangover.\u00a0 A part of me came out, freed from the restraints I’ve placed upon myself over the years.\u00a0 And the sex!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Panting now, nails digging into the steering wheel.\u00a0 The pointed tips dent the hard leather.\u00a0 Thin, silky tan hairs emerge from the backs of my ears as dark gray hairs pierce the skin surrounding my belly button.\u00a0 They spread down into the forest of black pubic hair and up to my breast bone, evenly between the four rows of teats that permanently line my body.\u00a0 A single drop of sweat forms at my hairline as the heat spreads like thick smoke, causing me to shiver and moan.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My back arcs as my tail bulges out and my skirt expands over it, just beneath the band.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It’s heady.\u00a0 The freedom afforded by the changes forced upon me.\u00a0 Not having to think about anything more than pleasing and being a good girl and doing whatever Michael wants me to do.\u00a0 Anticipating his wants and desires.\u00a0 Focusing on him.\u00a0 Letting myself go.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A whine escapes my lips as they grow dark and my tongue lengthens, pushing my mouth open while my ears flex and extend past my hair.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I want this.\u00a0 <\/span>I<\/i><\/b> want it.\u00a0 Good girls do what they’re told.\u00a0 They don’t sit and look at a computer and type and think about hard numbers or people or bark into the phone, no.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Good girls do what their Masters want them to do.\u00a0 And Michael is good to me.\u00a0 He’s nice.\u00a0 He’s nice to me.\u00a0 He doesn’t hurt me.\u00a0 He isn’t scared to see my claws and teeth and tail and He, oh.\u00a0 Oh.\u00a0 He feels so good inside of me.\u00a0 He <\/span>tastes<\/i><\/b> so good.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The fur along my torso spreads to the sides, tickling my teats.\u00a0 A few long strands of tan and gray pierce my blazer, hidden by the dark coloring of the material.\u00a0 The tip of my tail wags before lengthening and sliding against my bare ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He deserves this.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My claws score the plastic of the door when I grab the handle, shoving and whimpering until it opens and I step out, barefoot onto the street.\u00a0 The concrete burns the bottom of my feet but the tender ash coloring lining my soles fades to charcoal as the skin grows loose along my forefoot and beneath my toes.\u00a0 I walk around the front of the SUV, going to the balls of my feet as the loose skin fills out and my padding grows in.\u00a0 The nails crack as my claws click against the sidewalk.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A bell above the door chimes when I enter and the sudden vacuum of cool air stirs the dense fur covering the backs of my hands.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So many smells.\u00a0 So many!\u00a0 Leather and sex and lube and chemicals and people!\u00a0 So many people!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I look around anxiously and my short tail lifts the back of my skirt but I only see one person sitting at the counter.\u00a0 Numerous piercings cover their face, most of which is hidden behind bright pink hair that is obviously fake.\u00a0 They nod at me but I step out of their line of sight in front of a nearby shelf, grabbing the edge with sharp claws to peek around as my ears stand tall.\u00a0 They’re sitting and reading now and not paying attention to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My brown eyes are speckled with gold as I stare around me in wonder.\u00a0 The store is far larger inside and there’s so many things.\u00a0 Fake people with dull white fake skin are wearing fake leather.\u00a0 Although-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I raise my chin and sniff.\u00a0 My lips bulge and I scratch at my aching gums as my canines crowd my small mouth.\u00a0 Fur spreads out from the nape of my neck, hidden by my hair as it creeps around to my jaw.\u00a0 Some leather is real.\u00a0 The fur falters when it almost reaches my chin but a few strands emerge from both of my cheeks.\u00a0 I lick my nose with my rough tongue and my tail wraps between my thighs.\u00a0 Anxious.\u00a0 So many things.\u00a0 So many confusing smells.\u00a0 So-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I lean in, grabbing a red leather skirt and press it against my nose, huffing and breathing deeply.\u00a0 It was worn recently.\u00a0 Smells like pussy.\u00a0 A little like it.\u00a0 Sweet and salty.\u00a0 Sweat.\u00a0 More than one person wore it.\u00a0 And the- the- I can’t think of the word.\u00a0 Above the skirt.\u00a0 Tight shirt.\u00a0 Tight shirt thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bones shift in my feet, spreading my toes apart as I stand taller, sniffing at the shirt.\u00a0 I touch the bare white body while gently touching one of my teats.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The back of my skirt bulges over my tail as the tip slides past the bottom, wagging back and forth slowly.\u00a0 A few silver and black hairs cover the black skin of my thick tail.\u00a0 It curls again as I peek around the corner.\u00a0 Warm.\u00a0 Warm against my thighs.\u00a0 I shiver as it presses against my sex.\u00a0 Still wet.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A round leather couch with bright gold buttons lays ahead of me.\u00a0 My ears perk up and I kneel before it, shoving my nose into the cushions.\u00a0 It is, so far, the most interesting thing I’ve ever smelled.\u00a0 An infinite amount of people sat here and they all have a history with them.\u00a0 Young and old, pure and covered in recent love making.\u00a0 Sweat.\u00a0 Flowers.\u00a0 Perfume.\u00a0 Cologne.\u00a0 It makes me dizzy but it’s hard to stop.\u00a0 Until I look up and see what I’m looking for.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My tail unfurls and wags fiercely as I pad over to the display.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clear plastic rods hold dozens of collars of different designs.\u00a0 I tap my claws against bronze spikes on a black collar but move on, touching each of them.\u00a0 My golden eyes narrow as I walk around them.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What would He want?\u00a0 This is important.\u00a0 More important than anything.\u00a0 It has to be perfect.\u00a0 Perfect for Him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I hold one carefully in my hand, turning it over slowly.\u00a0 The lines crossing my palm are fading as the skin grows smooth and puffy.\u00a0 It’s expanding slowly in a rough, wide spade shape that makes it hard to grasp things.\u00a0 I take the black collar from the peg and continue to look as my tail brushes sparse fur on the back of my thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The door’s bell rings.\u00a0 My ears swivel and I turn to look but I can’t see the-\u00a0 I raise my short muzzle and sniff – the man and woman that have entered.\u00a0 They smell like alcohol.\u00a0 I press the collar against my chest (Mine!) and then grab a brown and red one, holding all three close to my body.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I need to see.\u00a0 I need to see them.\u00a0 There’s places I can be alone.\u00a0 To look at them.\u00a0 Rooms.\u00a0 I whimper quietly, ears down as I try to think of the name but it doesn’t matter because I see a door in front of me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Chan.\u00a0 Ging.\u00a0 Room,” I growl, my tongue awkward in my lengthened mouth as I try to read the words on the door.\u00a0 I fumble with the latch until it opens and then shove it closed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh.\u00a0 I can see myself. I look so different.\u00a0 The collars drop from my hands as I step forward to the mirror covering the wall opposite the door.\u00a0 The claws of my wide paws catch in the carpet but not enough to stop me.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There’s a moment of panic.\u00a0 I see myself doubled.\u00a0 I’m still there.\u00a0 She hasn’t completely taken over.\u00a0 It’s harder to think and she’s overwhelmed some parts of me but I’m still here.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Reaching up, I touch my cheek and feel the wrinkly skin lining the bottom of my fingers against my bare skin.\u00a0 My claw presses gently into my cheekbone and I stare, hypnotized, at my beautiful golden eyes.\u00a0 My thumb brushes long silver and black hairs covering the line of my delicate jaw.\u00a0 My red lips show lines of pure onyx and my teeth are exposed.\u00a0 Turning my head, I can tell that my mouth is longer.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When my ears twitch, I grab them, wincing as my claws bite into them.\u00a0 And then my eyes flutter as I massage and scratch at their thickness.\u00a0 They’re so soft.\u00a0 My hands trail down, brushing against my face and down my body.\u00a0 I grab the bottom of my blazer and lift, shivering as the fabric brushes my dense pelt.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I feel parts of myself returning as I quietly inspect myself.\u00a0 It’s the first time I’ve been able to see all of it.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My claws dig through the fur until I find a teat and I bite my blackened lips while wrinkling my nose when my leathery padding brushes against it.\u00a0 I pull with both hands and throw my shirt and blazer into the corner.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The fur stops beneath my breasts but there’s a spray of tan hairs along my collarbones.\u00a0 I watch as more hairs emerge and lengthen and it spreads to my shoulders.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Behind me, my tail wags and I stare at it, eyes widening as I feel the pull against my spine and the double feeling of it against my ass and legs but also the alien sensations on the tail itself.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Corset,” I whisper, staring at my body.\u00a0 I remember it suddenly.\u00a0 The word.\u00a0 The tight shirt.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 Corset.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I hook my fingers into my skirt and wriggle my hips as I push down, running my claws around to my back to push it over my tail.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And then I stand completely nude.\u00a0 Black and tan fur hides my thighs but fades to sparse hair over my shin with a few tufts over the swell of my calves.\u00a0 My freed tail arcs back.\u00a0 Thick and strong.\u00a0 I reach behind to scratch at the base and then melt, leaning into the mirror as my claws find an incredibly itchy sensitive spot.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Moaning, I slide to my knees with my thighs spread.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Corset,” I whisper again, pressing my head against the mirror.\u00a0 “Corset.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I feel so alive.\u00a0 I want to run and jump and play and laugh until I can’t even breathe.\u00a0 It’s incredible.\u00a0 Why was I so con- concan- consin-\u00a0 Worried?\u00a0 Why was I so worried?\u00a0 I feel full of energy.\u00a0 I could play forever.\u00a0 Chase and play and romp and- Michael.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Yessss,” I moan, going to all fours.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On my hands and knees, I walk away from the mirror and look back over my shoulder.\u00a0 To see what He would see.\u00a0 My tail raises as I go to my feet and spread my thighs.\u00a0 Despite the dense fur between my legs, I see my swollen, aching pussy and watch as a clear string of liquid leaks free, connecting with my fur.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There’s a thick line of fur running from the base of my tail to the nape of my neck, about three inches wide.\u00a0 My tongue hangs loose, dripping with saliva and my ears quiver as I paw at the ground and stare back at myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I can almost see Him.\u00a0 Almost feel His touch.\u00a0 Bare skin on my fur.\u00a0 Above me.\u00a0 Warm and strong and smell good.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I whine and claw at the ground and gasp as my ass thrusts back and up and more liquid leaks, dripping down to the carpet.\u00a0 My breasts shake as fur begins to surround them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So hot.\u00a0 Need Him.\u00a0 Need.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Groaning, I collapse, pulling into myself as my fluffy, soft tail lowers to cover my pussy.\u00a0 I growl and scrape my sharp teeth, slamming at the ground.\u00a0 Not here.\u00a0 He’s not here.\u00a0 Can’t get to Him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The- what was it called?\u00a0 The tight shirt.\u00a0 Need to focus.\u00a0 Need to be Anne.\u00a0 See Him tonight.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I shudder and snap at the air, dragging my claws through the carpet.\u00a0 I feel the resistance as it pulls at the bones of my fingers.\u00a0 It hurts a little but the pain helps.\u00a0 My jaw throbs while it cracks back into place.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As the buzzing in my brain retreats, I tentatively go to all fours and shake myself, panting and huffing.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Corset!” I cry out and my tail wags.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Ma’am?” A voice says from beyond the room.\u00a0 “Do you need help in there?”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“No, Anne’s- I’m- I’m fine!” I say, blushing in embarrassment.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Corset,” I whisper quietly.\u00a0 I can remember the word.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Need to hurry.\u00a0 The collars are before me.\u00a0 Black, red and brown.\u00a0 I grab the black one and turn to the mirror, holding it next to my neck.\u00a0 And then the red one.\u00a0 And, finally, the brown one.\u00a0 My long canines peek out from my lips as I frown and my furred brow furrows.\u00a0 My up-turned nose cracks and bends forward, forcing my nostrils down when my jaw shrinks a little more.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Laying the brown collar on the ground, I pick up the red one once more.\u00a0 It’s padded inside with hickory colored leather and black stitching and a heavy gold buckle.\u00a0 I drag my thumb’s claw around the inside and then sniff at it.\u00a0 Nobody has worn it and it’s unbuckled.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My golden eyes stare back at me when I look up and I shuffle forward on my knees.\u00a0 The fur on my neck is pulling back into my body.\u00a0 Mostly black.\u00a0 Holding my hair back with one hand, I place the collar carefully around my neck.\u00a0 The red is brilliant against the remnants of my fur.\u00a0 But even as it recedes, it still looks pretty on my dark brown skin.\u00a0 I turn it slightly so the buckle is at front and then whimper as I feel the heat stir.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A single thick clear string seeps from my slightly open pussy lips as my hips dip and it attaches to the carpet.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Growling and gasping, I grab the collar off and bow my head.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“”Ma’am?” the voice says again.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I crawl to the door and push the collar under the gap.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I want this,” I tell the girl.\u00a0 My voice is raspy and I want to growl again.\u00a0 And rub myself on the bench at the side of the room.\u00a0 It takes enormous effort to pull myself up on two legs.\u00a0 And even more effort to grab my clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Anne has to wear clothes.\u00a0 Anne has to drive.\u00a0 The claws on my pa- feet tear the bottom of my skirt and I have to mentally pull my tail down and then physically push it but I finally get the skirt pulled up over-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Another growl as the skirt rubs against my teats.\u00a0 I let go and stare at myself.\u00a0 The top row of my teats are bare and the fur is retreating.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 Too slowly.\u00a0 I have to go.\u00a0 I grab my shirt, freeing it from the blazer and shove my hands in while pulling it tight.\u00a0 My fingers automatically try to button it up until I vaguely remember popping the buttons free this morning when I attacked Michael.\u00a0 Instead I let it hang open.\u00a0 Looking at myself is a mistake as it’s somehow more erotic to see my half-changed body in a\u00a0 skirt and open shirt than it was to see myself naked.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I grab my blazer and shrug into it, pulling threads with my claws until it covers my body.\u00a0 I tug at the bottom and nod, oblivious to the way my hardened nipples dent the soft cotton.\u00a0 The skirt hides my thighs but my calves show.\u00a0 Thankfully, at a glance it looks like I just don’t care to shave.\u00a0 More than a simple, quick look would raise some eyebrows but I don’t care.\u00a0 I just need to hurry.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My ears are problematic.\u00a0 I push at them but they twitch away from my fingers so, instead, I claw at my hair to make it\u00a0 unruly and that almost hides my ears.\u00a0 Almost. I can still see the very tips.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Good enough.\u00a0 Anne- I- I have to go.\u00a0 I have to go.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I bend and grab the other collars and open the door, walking out on small, padded paws that click and crack as they shorten.\u00a0 For a brief moment, I go flat footed but then raise up to my forefoot again.\u00a0 It just feels better.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There’s another couple browsing the store so I go around to return the collars and then further towards the register, ducking my head and staring at my paws.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“If you’re ready to check out, I have your item all boxed up,” the cashier says.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I nod and then look up.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh!\u00a0 Money!” I blurt.\u00a0 My tail, shorter now, pushes at my skirt.\u00a0 “I’ll- I’ll be right back!”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I run to my SUV and silently curse when I see the driver side door is open but, thankfully, my purse is still inside.\u00a0 I grab it and walk back in, wincing as the sidewalk bites into my soft feet.\u00a0 The cashier keeps looking at me as I dig around to find my wallet.\u00a0 My hands are swollen but smaller with my nails having grown back.\u00a0 Finally, I place my credit card on the counter and push it towards them (her, my nose says, it’s a her) and hide my hands.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I- ohh-” I moan, digging my hands into my thighs.\u00a0 My tail rubs against my pussy as it pulls back into my body.\u00a0 I lean onto the counter, trembling as it teases me, the fur brushing bare skin between my thighs and ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The cashier sighs but rings me up and I keep my eyes locked onto the counter, snatching my card away when she hands it back.\u00a0 The pen is awkward in my hand and I almost ask her why she handed it to me until she pushes the receipt towards me.\u00a0 My signature is a shaky scrawl but I drop the pen once I’m done and grab the little white box holding the collar.\u00a0 I stalk through the store while vowing never to return.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When I finally sit in my vehicle with the door closed, I bark out a laugh and lean back.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Corset,” I laugh again, shaking my head.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I tap out the name of my favorite clothing store and press the brake with my bare foot before shifting gears and driving away.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My plate is clean and silence sits comfortably between us.\u00a0 I look up and smile at Michael when I see him studying me.\u00a0 He’s so serious.\u00a0 I’m not going to ask if he liked the food because I know it wasn’t great but I’m happy that he’s finished everything I gave him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I have something to say,” I tell him.\u00a0 He winces and looks panicked for a moment but I raise a hand.\u00a0 “No, it’s a good thing, really.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His concerns worms its way through me.\u00a0 What’s he scared of?\u00a0 What if- what if he doesn’t like me after all?\u00a0 What if this is-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No.\u00a0 Stop it.\u00a0 I can smell him.\u00a0 He smells good.\u00a0 There’s an undercurrent of something else that I can’t yet identify but something in my brain says everything is okay and I’ll trust her.\u00a0 The hidden <\/span>her<\/span><\/i> that shares my body.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Come with me,” I tell him, taking the white box from beside my plate.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She’s howling inside of me as I kneel before the opened box.\u00a0 I feel the uncomfortable wriggling of my tail deep inside my hips and my jaw aches.\u00a0 I can’t hold it back forever and I’m not sure I’ll ever have complete control.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Please,” I whimper, bowing my head briefly.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I take the collar and look up at Michael through long lashes.\u00a0 He’s excited and it’s driving me wild.\u00a0 I can see his erection and smell his desire.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hairs scratch against the inside of my thighs as they spread from my pussy, slowly trailing down my legs as I begin to lose control.\u00a0 I place the collar in my mouth, holding it carefully before going to my hands and knees.\u00a0 My tail is a thick, writhing lump below the dimples on either side of my bare back.\u00a0 The skin stretches as bones form and push the tip of my tail from my body.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m soaking wet and burning up.\u00a0 The thought of giving myself to Him makes the heat roar through me.\u00a0 I want to leap at him and bounce on his cock until he explodes inside of me but, instead, I slowly crawl to him, purposefully working my hips and ass in a swaying motion.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Once I’m before Him, I lean back on my heels.\u00a0 My hairless tail wags against the top of my ass.\u00a0 I try to keep my composure but I groan, biting at the collar as my teats grow erect without a single touch.\u00a0 My whole body quivers but I force it to stillness as I take the collar from my mouth and lick my lips with my floppy, wide tongue.\u00a0 A bit of drool remains on the collar but I offer it up with both hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He takes it from me and I reach back, pulling my hair aside to reveal a slender neck covered in sparse strands of silver, tan and black hairs.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I feel her growing inside of me.\u00a0 I feel control slipping.\u00a0 The heat burns everything away and I ache for him.\u00a0 And I know it’s right.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I whine as I give in and look up at him as my teeth grow sharp and my cheekbones crack and lengthen.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Master,” I gasp.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Michael kneels before me and I lick his face and mouth until he pushes me back gently.\u00a0 My eyes lock onto the collar as he brings it up to my neck and my tail thumps against the ground behind me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When it encircles my neck, I sigh and kiss him, forcing my thick tongue into his mouth.\u00a0 He fumbles for the buckle but I continue forward, pushing him to the ground until I’m over him, kissing and licking his face with my tail yanking and pulling against my spine.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Anne,” Michael tries to say.\u00a0 “Anne, wait!”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He turns, grabbing me as he pulls and twists and I roll to the ground beneath him.\u00a0 I tear at his shirt and my growing claws easily separate the buttons from their holes.\u00a0 They drag through the hair on his chest and I pull him down, opening my mouth to his kisses.\u00a0 Being on my back is uncomfortable as my tail grows but I don’t care.\u00a0 My breasts flatten against his chest and his belt rubs my teats.\u00a0 I jerk with each touch and wrap my legs around him, grinding up into his crotch and against his erection.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Anne,” Michael gasps, kissing my cheek.\u00a0 “You’re so- you’re so, god, you’re beautiful!”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He’s working at his pants so I take the chance and roll, splaying my legs beneath me as I flatten on the ground and shove my ass into him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I bark when I feel his naked cock against the fur and bare skin on the back of my thighs.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Wait,” Michael says.\u00a0 I whine and turn to look at him but he grabs my hips.\u00a0 “I just- I just want to look at you for a moment.\u00a0 I just want to see.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He holds me with one hand and his cock with the other.\u00a0 I push against him, trying to force him inside but he holds back, reaching his hand down to grab my ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“You’re so incredible,” he says, staring at my body.\u00a0 My tail wags but I don’t know the words to say back to him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I bark and push back but then freeze when he grabs my collar.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Stay,” he commands and I tremble at the word, clawing the ground.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 God I need him so bad.\u00a0 The feeling of the collar digging into my throat and hearing his rough command sends me into a frenzy.\u00a0 I reach back, aimlessly trying to grab and push him inside until he places the head of his cock against my pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As swollen and needy as I am, the folded lips part for him to show my slick, pink pussy and I howl long and low as he slowly pushes into me.\u00a0 It hurts a little but the pleasure is overwhelming.\u00a0 I’m on edge from this morning and the changes in my office and on the shopping trip.\u00a0 I can already feel the orgasm threatening to explode as he bottoms out and then pulls back.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When he leans forward, he places his hands on either side of me and I shove up into him, raising my hips to give him a better angle.\u00a0 He grunts and then tries to growl.\u00a0 Even though it’s too human-like, I love it and I slam back as he pushes forward, whimpering as my tail is trapped painfully between us.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I yip, cheeks blazing and pussy gushing as I rock into him and flex up.\u00a0 At this angle, he keeps hitting an incredibly sensitive spot just at the opening of my pussy and I try to keep him in the same position.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He grunts, holding himself with one hand while grabbing my collar and, suddenly, all thoughts vanish.\u00a0 I bark and shake as I cum, losing our rhythm while my body trembles.\u00a0 He continues slamming his stomach against my furred ass and I turn to lick his face before pressing back and rejoining him, hungry for more orgasms.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I’ll- need! To- god!” he groans, burying his face into the thick tuft of silver fur at my shoulder.\u00a0 “Get a leash!\u00a0 Next!”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I squeeze his cock with my slick muscles and lick his temple but I’m yipping and moaning and whimpering as he hits that one spot again and again and-\u00a0 my muzzle opens wide as I howl and he tenses, growing even larger inside.\u00a0 Cum spurts deep inside my pussy as he fills me, grabbing my stomach and pushing even deeper while his cock swells again and again.\u00a0 I collapse beneath him and try to push myself back up but he’s heavy and my arms are so incredibly weak all of a sudden.\u00a0 Instead, I lick his face and pant and he holds me tight.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I barely remember the rest of the night as I tease him hard again a few minutes later.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I wake in darkness once more, opening my eyes.\u00a0 I tiredly smack my lips and my tongue travels over my sharp canines.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As carefully as I can, I roll out of bed and then catch myself against the wall.\u00a0 My legs are jello and I hurt a little but, Jesus Christ, that’s the best sex I’ve ever had.\u00a0 A million times better than anything I’ve ever had.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And then I realize I can remember it.\u00a0 Most of it.\u00a0 While I make my way to the master bathroom, I run through a simple mental check, remembering the names of all of my employees, my passwords and addresses and everything.\u00a0 I’m me.\u00a0 I’m completely me.\u00a0 And I can remember the rough, wild, incredible sex we just had.\u00a0 The multiple rounds.\u00a0 The way he grabbed my fur and my-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I turn on the bathroom light and stare at myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My eyes are brilliant gold and my canines are clearly visible.\u00a0 When I close my mouth completely, I feel them pressing against the inside of my lips and scratching against the other teeth.\u00a0 I step closer to the mirror and run my hands through my hair only to see the sharp tips of my almost human ears.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“But- I’m- I’m human,” I whimper.\u00a0 I look down the length of my body and see black claws tipping my toes and realize I’m standing on the balls of my feet.\u00a0 I pick my foot up to discover there’s thin, leathery padding covering my soles.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A thick tuft of black fur lines my stomach from my mound, up and over my belly button and an inch beyond, stopping just shy of the second row of my teats.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She’s sleeping inside of me.\u00a0 I know it.\u00a0 I know she is.\u00a0 I don’t feel her in any particularly strong way and yet, here I stand, partially changed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“The collar!” I gasp.\u00a0 I realize I still wear it so I tug it off and almost fling it away.\u00a0 At the last moment, I whine and set it carefully on the sink counter.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It feels wrong to be without it.\u00a0 My neck feels bare.\u00a0 But it has to be the reason for the extra changes.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I sit on the toilet lid with my hands on my knees.\u00a0 And I wait.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My toes and feet are unchanged.\u00a0 I stand carefully and stare at myself.\u00a0 My ears are as sharp as my teeth and my eyes are the color of molten butterscotch.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With a trembling hand, I grab the collar and buckle it back in place.\u00a0 Where it belongs.\u00a0 And I turn off the light and crawl back into bed, pushing myself back against Michael before grabbing his hand to rest it on my chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have to think.\u00a0 I have to think of-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He murmurs and pushes against me and I groan, pulling him and raising my ass, rubbing it back and forth against his flaccid cock.\u00a0 I can feel him growing hard.\u00a0 I grab his hand and drag it down my stomach, brushing through the light fur until his fingers touch my teat.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Wha-” Michael says behind me.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Instead of answering, I reach under myself and guide him against my pussy, holding him in place while pressing back until my tight lips open.\u00a0 I don’t need the cum still inside of me to act as lubrication because I was wet as soon as my body touched his.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My new changes are forgotten as I roll to my stomach and pull him against my back.\u00a0 Instead, I growl and raise my hips.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“More,” I beg.\u00a0 “M- Master, please.\u00a0 I need you so much.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And, really.\u00a0 What was I ever worrying about?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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