MFS - 5 (Patreon)

"When can I go home?" Emily's voice trembled with tears.

"We don't recommend—" Dr. Bennet started.

"I just want to go home!" Emily interrupted. "You said it yourself, I'm out of danger for now with my monkey heart."

Dr. Davis took Emily's hands in hers. "Emily, you are going through a remarkable metamorphosis. You can give us so much information on the differences and similarities between humans and primates. I have a wonderful facility set up that can help you acclimatize to the changes you're going through. We can teach you, train you to be comfortable in your new situation."

"My new situation as a monkey, you mean?" Emily said.

Dr. Davis nodded. "Chimps are happy, social, vital animals. They have a community where they are accepted and adopted, made to feel like part of the family. I have seven chimpanzees, including Koko, who call the Primate Institute home."

"I just want to sleep in my own bed!" Emily turned to me. "John, please take me home!"

I nodded, gathering my wife in my arms. "We can maybe visit the institute tomorrow, though, yes?"

She nodded. "I would like to see it and definitely would like the training, but I just want to be home with you. Is that too much to ask?"

Both doctors smiled and shook their heads. "No, we can agree to that."

"But please feel free to come to the institute at your leisure," Dr. Davis said, handing us a pamphlet. I glanced at it and stuffed it into my pocket.

I helped Emily gather her few items and folded them neatly into a flight bag marked 'Stellaris.' Someone brought her a hooded sweatshirt so she could hide her changed face. I helped her out of her hospital johnnie and into a pair of sweats.

Her spine had curved, giving her a hunched appearance. Her legs had shortened, while her arms had lengthened and become more muscular. The patch of fur had grown in the few hours it took to get her ready, along with a dark spot that extended well past the fur patch onto her derriere and up along her back.

Finding shoes was a different story; we couldn't find anything that fit her changed feet. After trying several, she settled on a pair of flip-flops that she could grip with her finger-like toes.

As we walked out of the medical wing, she drew a few stares. I gave her my sunglasses, and she placed them on her face, but apparently the changes in her nose meant the glasses wouldn't stay up for very long.

I helped her into my SUV, and we sped off, leaving Mission Control behind us.

She looked out the window as we sped through the streets of Houston. It was late summer, and traffic was relatively light, so I was thankful we didn't have to deal with any stop-and-go traffic.

We arrived at our home, where a big "WELCOME HOME EMILY!" sign stretched in front, accompanied by balloons that had lost their lift.

"Aww," she said as we arrived.

"Welcome home, baby."

She gave a soft sniff and shuffled down the front walkway. I held her hand as she made her way through the front door and into the living room.

Closing the door behind us, she took me in her arms, kissing my mouth. "Take me to the bedroom."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said and lifted her up into my arms.

She clung to me, holding me tightly.

Laying her on the bed, she kissed my mouth passionately, our tongues dancing in sync. I heard her soft panting and could feel the heat radiating off her.

"I need you," she said in a husky voice, and I peeled off my clothes as she lifted her hoodie off.

Naked, we found each other, and her mouth found mine. I kept my eyes closed, exploring her body with my mouth and tongue, and she shivered in response to my kisses.

We made love for a long time, our bodies craving each other after such an extended period. Uncontrolled with passion, she made new noises that I found erotic, learning new positions and experiencing sensuality on a different carnal level.

Afterward, we lay back, her in my arms, and I slowly stroked her naked back, finding that the fur patch had grown to cover her entire backside and moved forward.

"The fur doesn't bother you?" she said, her voice thick.

"In case you weren't here for the last few hours, no."

She giggled then, and I wished it was the same laugh I fell in love with, but it was more like a monkey screech.

Yawning, she opened her mouth, and I saw extended incisors.

"Jesus, you look like you're turning into a vampire," I said.

"Yeah, I keep biting my tongue," she got up out of bed and went to the full-length mirror. Opening her mouth, we saw her incisors, both on top and bottom, had grown longer.

She turned back and forth in front of the mirror, examining the fur patch. "God, how much fur do you think I'll have?"

I shrugged, standing behind her. I leaned down to kiss her neck in the secret place I knew she liked. She craned her neck, her eyes closing, and moaned.

"I wanna take a bath," she said. "Do you mind filling the tub?"

I nodded and went into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. I turned to find her robe when she let out a small scream and fell to the carpet.

Rushing out, I found her writhing on the ground, moaning as she held her head. "Ohhh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"I'll call 911!" I said, searching for my phone.

"No!" she said. "I just have to ride... it... out." She gritted her teeth tightly, holding her head.

Her entire body clenched, shaking and trembling.

I held her in my arms as she moaned, and I could hear the grinding of bone against bone as things shifted. Her skull retracted, the front receding as her mouth pushed out even more into a muzzle, her nose flattening. Her spine twisted, contracting, reducing, and I could feel her vertebrae enlarging as it snapped into a new configuration. Her legs twisted, becoming shorter as her feet seemed to grow, the big toe shifting farther away.

The spell lasted a long time as she trembled in my arms.

Finally, it faded away, and she opened her eyes.

"How. Bad," she said, her voice a thick whisper.

"Uh," I said, stroking her hair. "Not too bad," I said.

She struggled to her feet, and I winced as I saw her hunched stance. She looked down at her hands, which were attached to longer arms, hanging down to her waist. Her short legs looked strangely bowed, and the fur now covered her lower half almost completely.

Some of her hair had fallen out, and the fur had started along her upper neck and chin.

She opened her mouth, and I was shocked to see the size of her incisors. It was like her other teeth had shifted too, becoming thicker and jutting outward a bit.

"Take. Me. Bath?" she said.

"Of course, baby," I said and held her arm as she shuffled into the bathroom. The water had grown cold, but I emptied part of it and let fresh warm water warm it.

She sat in the tub, leaning back and looking at her changed feet. She could grip the faucet with her toes, and she cackled as she was able to turn the water on and off.

"Wash. Hair?" she said.

I nodded and began soaping what remained of her hair. After working up a lather, I turned on the faucet, and she leaned back so I could rinse it off.

The last of her blond locks peeled away with the water.

I didn't say anything as I toweled her off, making sure her fur was dry. I even took out her hair dryer and dried the furred parts of her. She enjoyed it, smiling.

I wrapped her head in a towel and helped her into her robe, then we went back to the bed where she fell into an exhausted sleep.

I lay beside her, my dreams haunted by the sound of bone grinding together.