Focus... focus... I WANT THIS (Patreon)

By this point she'd lost count of how many times... By this point, she had been... seduced. Seduced by the power. Seduced by the size. The Strength. The feeling of being unstoppable.

At first, she recalled, there was fear. A nervous terror of her unstoppable change. But quickly, over time, she accepted it. And then, month by month, she yearned for it.

A guilty pleasure like no other. Something that very few would or even COULD understand.

And so, with each passing moment, her teeth pushing outwards, her muscles growing, her body stretching and contorting, her skin soaked with sweat... all she could possibly want now... was here.

Finally.