TF Week Ayane Matsunaga story (Patreon)

In the dimly lit music club room of Yasogami High School, Ayane Matsunaga was focused on playing her trombone. The soft melody she created filled the air, carrying with it a sense of tranquility. The moon outside had begun its ascent, casting eerie moonlight into the room, and Ayane's concentration remained unbroken, even long after everyone else left for the day.

As the moonlight intensified, Ayane's brow glistened with sweat. She continued to play, her fingers moving skillfully across the instrument's keys. But something was changing. Unnoticed by her, her ears had started to elongate, their tips becoming pointy. Her teeth were gradually sharpening.

A sudden, intense pain rippled through Ayane's body, causing her fingers to falter on the keys. The agony and the ringing of the off-key that sounds worse than usual forced her to halt her music. And in turn, she let out an involuntary cry, her voice cracking as the pain overwhelmed her senses, especially in her ears. "What is happening?" she gasped, her heart racing as she looked down at her hands. They were starting to stretch and contort, the bones shifting beneath her skin.

With a mixture of shock and dread, Ayane dropped her trombone into the ground, watched as her hands underwent a great change. Her once-familiar fingers were elongating, the nails turning sharper and dangerous. She clutched her changing hands around her chest, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and fear. "Oh no," she whispered, the realization setting in.

A glance towards the window revealed the culprit – the full moon was hanging high in the sky, its pale light casting an eerie glow across the room. Ayane's heart pounded as she realized the source of her transformation, her pulse racing with a mixture of dread and helplessness. "I- I didn't know… I lost track of time," she mumbled, her voice shaky as she regretted not checking when the full moon rose, and also ended up practicing all night again. She’s certain that the Music Room had been closed down a long time ago even though she’s still here.

She accepted this was the punishment for her negligence and ignoring anybody telling her to leave prior, but she couldn’t simply just get out of there and stop herself from wrecking another room, not again. Desperation filled her eyes as Ayane's trembling fingers fumbled with her school uniform. The pain intensified as she managed to pull off her jacket, revealing a hint of fur beginning to sprout on her arms. With her shoes kicked off, she dropped to her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her nails had fully transformed into sharp claws, her hands now resembling a wolf paw.

Ayane's groans intensified as the transformation took an even more visceral turn. Her muscles swelled and expanded, stretching her once loose-fitted white shirt to its limits. The fabric strained under the pressure, threatening to burst at the seams. Her socks, too, were no match for the growth of her feet, and they began to tear apart as her feet transformed into furry paws.

The pain coursing through her body was excruciating, and Ayane's breathing grew labored as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations. She felt her chest constricted by her now-tightened shirt, and the need for release became overpowering. "It's... Too... Tight!" With a burst of determination, she started to rip the fabric, the sound of tearing filling the air.

As the fabric and her barely useful bra fell away, Ayane's once-slender form was now becoming muscular and defined. Her Body now looks more like a goblin than a child that people most mistook her for. The growth of fur spread from her abdomen to her now-bigger breasts.

She wished desperately that she could halt this process, but her praying was in vain as this punishment wouldn’t ever stop. Not back then, and not again this time. The pain radiated further, searing through her back with cruel intensity. She couldn't fight the change, her body now bending involuntarily, but she managed to hold on enough not to fall on all fours, at least for now.

A mixture of groans and growls escaped her lips as her senses and hearing became heightened as her wolven ears reached the top of her head. And then there was the sensation of a tail beginning to emerge, a new appendage that she forgot would grow at some point. The tail strained against her panties and skirt, its growth proving relentless and insistent.

With a surge of determination, she tore her panties along with the skirt, the fabric giving way to her newly enhanced strength. Her skirt and panties fell, revealing her now-muscular legs and furry tail.

Ayane's focus shifted to her face. The intense pain surged once more to push her down again, her fingers digging into the floor beneath her as she clamped her eyes shut. With each agonizing second, her face began to shift and distort as the round blush on her cheek mingled their complexions together as they both were buried and replaced by the fur battering against her exposed skin. She stared at the moon outside, her lips trembling as she fought against the unnatural change that was overtaking her. "Agh! N-no... I can't... Aaaah!" she cried out, her voice strained with anguish.

Despite her protests, Ayane's muzzle slowly began to take shape, the bones and flesh morphing to create a new facial structure. The sensation was overwhelming, her skin tingling as her features stretched and contorted. The change was relentless, and Ayane could only clutch at her head which actually released her from being on all fours, her fingers trembling as she endured the incomprehensible agony.

After what felt like an eternity, Ayane's transformation reached its end. Her muzzle had fully formed, panting heavily, her breaths now more animalistic than human. And her next action was to howl at the full moon.

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Ayane's groans echoed through the music club room as she slowly stirred from her slumber. Confusion clouded her senses, and as her eyes fluttered open, she found herself lying on the floor in the same room where she had practiced her trombone.

She blinked, her gaze falling to her body as the realization struck her once more. With a mixture of shock and vulnerability, she let out a soft gasp, her small chest rising and falling with the rapid rhythm of her breath. Then the memory of her transformation flooded back, and her heart raced with disbelief, "Not again..."

As Ayane's eyes scanned the room, she saw the wreckage that surrounded her. The instruments and belongings within the room were in disarray, evidence of the chaotic transformation that occurred last night. Her lips parted in a mixture of guilt and realization, now ironically grateful that the doors had kept her monstrous side contained, preventing her from wreaking havoc beyond these walls.

Ayane's gaze fell upon her precious trombone, miraculously untouched amidst the chaos. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, the bond between her and her love for music remaining unbroken despite her curse.

Clutching her trombone close, Ayane exhaled a sigh of relief. Her mind raced as she contemplated the mess before her, wondering how she would manage to mend the damage she had inadvertently caused.