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Another gift story!
The scars ached again.
Meredith stood before the sink in the private bathroom with her left hand against the wound on her upper arm where she'd rolled back her short sleeves. Her thumb gently massaged the four jagged lines as she stared at herself in the mirror.
A faint sheen of sweat showed on the dark skin of her brow, just below the headband that held back her puffy, curve-cut curly black hair. Motionless brown eyes stared back at her through her glasses as if mesmerized. Her soft brown lips were parted enough to show the hint of a gap between her top front teeth.
Heat radiated from the month old wound. She still had nightmares from the attack. There'd been no warning, no time for her to pull the canister of mace from the pocket on her armband. She hadn't even had time to see what had attacked her. The light she'd worn on her forehead had illuminated her path forward at the expense of her peripheral vision.
All she'd know was pain and the world shifting around her. One moment she'd been jogging, the next she was bleeding and on her back. A group of delinquent teenagers hanging around the nearby convenience store had been her unlikely saviors.
By the time the ambulance had arrived, she'd been able to walk herself to the hospital. The rest of the evening had been a blur and only the drugs they'd given her had allowed her to sleep the first night. But, only barely as her body metabolized the chemicals far more quickly than before the attack. The same drugs did nothing at all the following night, leaving her pacing her apartment until wearing herself out two hours before she needed to be awake.
Even more strange, when she'd changed the dressing the morning after the attack, the stitches were gone and the skin was healed except for the four marks showing where she'd been struck. She had assumed they were the dissolvable type of stitches but the speed at which they worked was unreal. Her doctor, of course, didn't believe her when she'd gone in to get her second rabies shot.
Remarkably fast healing, her doctor had said. Must be some kind of superhero. You didn't take out the stitches yourself, did you?
She hadn't, of course. All her doctor had done was make a note and schedule a follow-up while reminding her that she had two shots left and their timing was important.
Now, standing in the small bathroom at work, she replayed the night once more. What little she could remember. She hadn't gone jogging since then and wasn't sure when she would work up the courage to go again.
While she'd been content to rest for a couple of weeks following the attack, lately she'd felt an excess of energy and the need to burn it off. It left her pacing in her apartment and unable to sit still for more than a few minutes, even at work.
She found herself jumping at shadows. Twitching at sudden sounds and movements. Her sense of smell and taste were erratic. She'd thought about looking up support groups to help her deal with the obvious mental issues she was having, but the thought of sitting and surrounding herself with strangers while recounting her trauma and listening to theirs was daunting.
Black hairs emerged between the claw marks. Tiny holes opened in her skin to emit them - one, three, six, ten, fourteen of them that flexed beneath her thumb as it continued to glide over the smooth bumps of her scars.
A physical itch lay within her core, slightly above her stomach. That was worse as well, lately. It was an itch, a pressure, an ache that echoed the sensation from her scar, all combined and growing stronger every day until she'd come awake in a gasping panic earlier that morning. Nearly four weeks of nothing more than pacing was steadily driving her mad and causing her body to react appropriately.
She'd signed up for a hot yoga class before work and dug through her clothes to find a suitable outfit to pack in her bag. It was an evening class and the idea of sweating and stretching her body to the limits felt like heaven after so much inactivity - therapy without having to recount the night of her attack.
Her vision blurred, reminding her that she'd recently made an appointment with her eye doctor to have her prescription checked. It hadn't changed since high school but she found herself setting her glasses aside lately to take breaks from them as headaches threatened to form when she stared at the small text of her code for too long on her monitors.
Meredith closed her eyes. She inhaled through her nose and then held it before exhaling slowly from her mouth, past the curves of her lips.
The sharp stench of chemicals swirled around her, along with the old scents from the toilet and the faint smells of the office outside the room. It was dizzying, but she steadied herself by grabbing for the sink. A faint crack touched her ears when a spider web of hairline fractures radiated away from her fingers.
"Just a few more hours," she told her reflection. "Just a few more hours."
Taking her hand away from her arm, she rolled her sleeve back down to hide the scars and hairs before turning on the tap for cold water. She cupped her hands, stared down at her reflection in the unsteady water and leaned in. For a moment, a faint new urge nearly caused her to stick her tongue out drink from the water until she simply splashed the water carefully over her face and forehead. A second splash of water cooled her further and she reached out for paper towels to pat her face dry before throwing the towels away and turning off the water.
"A few more hours," she repeated.
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Meredith wondered if she should go home. She leaned against the wooden door of the locker she'd chosen at the yoga studio while breathing quickly. Her joints were sore and she couldn't tell whether she was feverish because she was ill or from the heat pouring into the room from the main area.
Her head buzzed and she tilted it to stare at the LED lights laced throughout the ceiling, as if she could feel them humming in the small bones within her ears.
A single streak of gold touched both of her irises.
Fine black hairs stood on end over her arms, erect due to the energy flowing throughout her body and the moisture swirling around her. More hid beneath the high-waist leggings she'd changed into.
After a month of ignoring her typical weekly self care routine, she'd been surprised by how many hairs she'd shaved off in the tub earlier that morning. She'd even taken time to trim her kinky pubic hair into a triangular shape that touched her wrinkled hood. Unnoticed by her, the hairs had returned hours later with more joining them.
She reached down to scratch her mound as sable hairs emerged over the smooth, black skin, flattening themselves against her leggings before sliding outward, longer and thicker than her pubic hairs. They grew beyond the boundary of the raised skin to reach out towards her thighs before spreading down, creeping over her labia and inner thighs. Tiny bumps appeared in the flat fabric around her taut, lower belly as the hairs became dense enough over her mound to be called true fur.
Her own scent, trapped by the new hairs, increased and she inhaled sharply with a soft moan before wincing. It was difficult to take a full breath. She wore a sports bra with her leggings - a sports bra that had fit comfortably before but now compressed against her as if squeezing her tight.
The lined, bare skin of Meredith's forefeet pressed against the floor when she stepped lightly from one foot to the other. Her heel lifted from the ground when she raised herself up into an easy stretch and the lighter colored skin on the bottom of her feet grew more wrinkled along her arches. She rested, briefly, on her toes and forefeet with her knees partially bent.
Meredith scrunched her toes while closing her eyes. A flash of green raced through her mind, causing her to tilt her head and nearly growl. Green trees and thick, dark brown earth beneath her feet. It was disconcerting but her breathing quickened and she tightened her grip on the locker door. A strange longing filled her and she flexed calf muscles that flared against her leggings despite her month of doing nothing.
Hairs grew from the wrinkled skin on the backs of her bent toes. She raised one foot and then lowered it gently, once more pressing her forefeet against the ground with her heel raised. New hairs emerged, from between her toes. Two of the dark hairs grew from the curve of skin on the bottom of her foot and three more joined them.
Women changed into their own clothes around her, a few chatting while others sat to relax a moment before walking into the larger room waiting beyond.
The humidity and heat heightened their scents until even she could smell them. Her throat rumbled as she dug her nails into the locker door she clung to. Their own natural smells were enticing and she worked hard to ignore the sudden influx of sexual imagery that assaulted her and left her staggering back down to her heels while pressing against the side of her locker. As if the physical action grounded her. She shook her head and growled lightly to clear her mind.
After storing everything she'd brought with her, Meredith walked through the locker room. Her toes bent when her foot touched down and her toenails clawed at the flooring as if they were digging for purchase.
The bones in her toes and feet ached with every step.
Fabric rasped around her while hairs whisked and zippers rattled and voices spoke too loudly. Meredith walked more quickly to escape from the cacophony. Her eyes flicked to movement and she found herself tracking the people around her, noticing who was alone and who wasn't. Seeing who might be a threat or not. Once more, she shook her head while chastising herself for spending too much time alone - too much time stuck inside by herself with the memory of her attack haunting her.
The main fitness area opened in front of her and Meredith paused to take it all in, eyes darting to the corners of the room, to the mats on the floor and the towels laid out beside them. She noted who was already present as well as the instructor. As she had in the locker room, she eyed the muscular women as well as the smaller ones before finding her place.
Bones creaked and clicked throughout her body as she crouched. She placed her hands on the mat before sitting with her legs out before her. As the others slowly made their way into the same room, Meredith leaned forward while exhaling until she wrapped her fingers around her feet. Her nails dug into her arches and she pulled, bending further as joints popped.
The tip of her tailbone broke with a sharp jolt that made her gasp and sit back. She reached behind to massage herself, pressing her thumbs deep into the tissue low on her back where the tip of her tail had begun to burrow and lengthen.
Class began when nearly all the spots were taken.
Muscles rippled over Meredith's normally slender physique as she easily pushed herself back up into a standing position. A deep furrow appeared between the major muscles on the side of her back when she rolled her shoulders. A spasm rippled through her core, causing her to grunt and lean forward until she exhaled and straightened herself.
After a brief introduction, they began with a simple mountain pose, standing tall with hands together. Drops of sweat trailed down Meredith's skin until the small hairs scattered over her body trapped them in place.
The infernal, unreachable itch was worse. Bad enough that her exhaled breaths ended in a rumbling note close to a growl. The sensation was no longer a localized point; it had stretched into a line that ran through the center of her body, between her breasts and up to the roof of her mouth. And down.
Meredith blinked rapidly as she felt a dampness touch her black leggings. Her nostrils flexed by reflex. She could smell it somehow - her sudden, unexpected wetness.
The class moved into a palm tree pose, bending from one side to the next slowly while inhaling and exhaling. Meredith's tongue slipped out to wet her lips as she shot looks around her, certain that the women nearby could smell the scent of her arousal.
Chair pose flow was next and Meredith almost missed it. Her lips trembled, flashing brilliant white teeth as she extended her arms while dipping into a squat. She raised herself and then lifted herself further on her forefeet.
When the same muscle twisted painfully in her back once more, it pushed Meredith off balance. Despite the immense strength and increasing agility of her changing body, she was forced down.
Down to the mat on all fours - hands and knees - until the spasm rippled through her once more and she snarled, head thrust out, teeth together while pushing her legs out behind her, straining on her hands and her bent toes. She shook her head and her glasses tumbled away, allowing her blurry vision to clear immediately.
Meredith tried to stand but the twinge in her muscles was agony. Instead, she collapsed to her forearms and panted as people whispered and gathered around her. The instructor approached with a concerned look on her face, asking if she were okay but the sound of her voice, and the others, compressed and expanded in her ears, painfully loud and distorted while other noises intruded.
Meredith hyperventilated while glancing around her with golden eyes and sweat dripping from her nose and chin.
Everything was suddenly too much. Too loud, too hot, and too bright with a nauseating mixture of smells swirling with all of it until her head threatened to split in half.
With a roar, she kicked her back legs and leapt over the two women in front of her, landing briefly on her hands and feet in a crouch. The movement undid the lock in her back, allowing her to finally stand. Shame and anxiety combined with everything else.
She ran, slamming into the door leading outside. Tinted glass shattered into fragments from the door and the surrounding windows in front of the small studio. Cars swerved around her, honking as she dodged around them, racing to the wild field beyond the buildings and the road itself.
Sounds roared in her ears as the landscape streaked by. Seams strained in her sports bra and the crotch of her leggings as her dense muscles expanded and contracted. Small tears showed black skin dotted by long hairs.
Cramps seized her back once again. Meredith stumbled just as a vast forest came into sight - the other side of the huge park where she'd been attacked. The cramps continued and she slammed into the ground with the air forced from her lungs as a plume of dust billowed around her.
She ended on her knees with her chest rapidly rising and falling. Her sports bra sawed against her skin. She grabbed at the front of it with a roar and her biceps bulged. Fabric tore down the center until she'd ripped it completely in half and her breasts quaked against her chest, slapping together before lying still.
Meredith snarled, fell back to the ground and rolled as the heat began to consume her - the heat of her arousal, of her change, and her run - nearly four miles in less than ten minutes on her bare feet. She grabbed at her leggings as her clear fingernails lifted, pushed aside by sharp black tips growing beneath - shards of her claws already attached to her fingerbone as they extended outward, curving to slice through the spandex.
She scored herself, lines carved on her skin that healed quickly as she kicked and spun while tearing at the leggings until she was panting in the dirt and grass while staring up at the dark blue sky. She gasped and twitched and then turned to her forearms and knees.
"What. The hell. Is-nnngh!" Meredith moaned as her bent feet dragged slightly in the dirt.
Toenails littered the ground around her and the deadly ends of glossy obsidian claws jutted beyond the ends of her toes. A few hairs waved on the wrinkled mass of skin covering her arches while the raised edges of a callus showed on her forefeet.
"Oh god oh god oh NNNGH! GOD! NRRRRGH!" She snarled as an invisible fist hammered against her spine, forcing her chest down to the ground. Meredith pawed at the dirt before raising her head with bulging eyes.
The itch within her core rippled and changed into pleasurable needles that stroked down her chest towards her pussy.
Meredith gasped. Drool flung from her mouth and her ears twitched as the ends stretched outward, growing thick and pointed while they moved beneath her puffy hair.
Intrusive new thoughts and urges and needs filled her mind - filled her body. She clenched her pussy muscles as if gripping a cock and she howled from the lack of it.
Mate. Breeding. Pups. Mate. Breeding Pups. Mate pups breeding mate breeding pups mate mate mate breeding...
Her canine teeth screeched as they extended, curving outward while her tongue slid down, further and further until it was bouncing against her chin with the rounded tip bent.
"Wh- wh- what's hah- happening- to me," Meredith moaned. "Gggk- ggrrr- GOD!"
She reached beneath herself, sliding fingers through the wild fur spreading slowly over her lower stomach. Lightning arched over her spine with tines reaching out to tender places on the sides of her belly. Her hand trembled as the skin loosened on the top of her palm. Fatty tissue filled the empty space while the skin hardened and darkened, the ivory coloring fading slowly to ebony as her paw print took shape.
A string of her cum dangled from the tip of her swollen, engorged clit. It disconnected at her touch to attach itself to her hand and the hairs growing from her palm - from between her fingers and from the back of her hands themselves.
The sensitivity of her touch faded when her fingerprints swelled outward into bulbous black bulges. She was panting like a true animal as fear painted her face into a terrified expression with her brow furrowed and eyes wide. Heat radiated from her glistening labia while clear liquid continuously dripped from her pussy, mixing with the dirt beneath her until she raised her hand to feel her hairy black lips through the rip in her leggings.
Her pussy filled out, moving against the fur beginning to grow over her hands. She gasped and moaned and bit sharp fangs against her lips. Hairs dotted her cheeks and forehead as the bones grated together in her face, slowly, slowly creating her muzzle. Black streaks filled the gaps in her stretching lips. The skin lifted in the center of her top lip and the coloring invaded her philtrum, creating a dark line to the tip of her nostrils as slits appeared at their sides.
Meredith's tongue lashed out to lick her nose when the flesh bubbled outward into a pebbled texture. Extra cartilage formed in the expanding bridge of her nose.
Hairs pierced the skin covering the heels of her feet, spreading towards her forefeet as they multiplied into dense fur. Her toes slid through the dirt while the wrinkled skin covering her arches tightened. The delicate contours of her feet were no more - replaced, instead, by the broad, lengthened, furred paws of an enormous beast. She raised herself up onto her left hand and both feet in order to try to ease the pain flowing throughout her body.
"Puh- puh- please, I-" Meredith snarled.
Her pussy was swelling. She could feel the lips pushing outward, rubbing against the fur on her right hand as they folded. Meredith moaned loudly while tensing her muscles. She shoved her hand against the pussy as if she could push it all back between the outer labia, as if she could stop what was happening to her. Instead, she shivered and growled and found herself grinding against the rough padding on palm.
Tendons strained in her hands while muscles stretched and bones cracked before healing in rapid succession. Her palm slid against the spongy, velvet lips of her changing pussy when her hands began to lengthen into proper paws and she gasped at the sensation of them dragging against her throbbing sex.
"Noooooo," Meredith moaned. She pulled her hand away and her black, folded, protruding spade glistened under the light of the full moon overhead. "Pleeeease, I- nnnnngggh- I don't know what's-!"
Skin twisted beneath the gray and black fur growing over her belly. Her erect nipples ached, desperate to be sucked and bitten and licked and the six teats slowly forming over her stomach echoed the sensation.
"FUUUURRRK!" Meredith shouted, her words twisted by her shortened muzzle.
Her heat, the growth of her teats, combined with the touch of her hand on her pussy and the way it had swelled and changed, pushed her over the edge into a violent, sharp, sudden orgasm that caused her to throw her head back. Liquid sprayed from her clenching pussy as if she were marking-
No. Not. Not marking. Not. I- I came. I'm not. Animal, she tried to think through her bestial thoughts.
Bones snapped in the woman's hips, forcing her back down to her knees. Her hips rattled and clicked as skin swelled above the crack of her ass to show the segmented bumps of her tail. She snarled and kicked her legs back while the bones realigned.
When the new changes stopped, she took a deep breath and tried to stand. Her legs refused to work and a disconnect showed in her brain as, instead of standing on two legs, she raised herself up on her hands and feet. She tried again but, again her brain sent signals back telling her she was already standing and the woman suddenly realized she couldn't visualize how to even walk on two legs anymore. The skin over her thighs bulged as the already powerful muscles expanded further and her torn leggings desperately tried to contain them.
Before her panic could increase, her spine clicked and her head moved. She growled and it happened again. Again. A dog-like whine escaped her mouth as her head - a half muzzle with her cheekbones shoved forward and skin half-covered in fur - rotated upwards, forcing her head forward, parallel with her body.
Her thoughts became jumbled. Meredith shook her shaggy, heavy head and grinded her teeth as new fangs pierced the gaps in her gums.
Fatty tissue melted in her dangling breasts and the skin grew taut in response, slowly pulling her hardened nipples up toward the gray fur growing along the center of her chest and belly to become her seventh, larger row of teats. She huffed and clawed at the dirt beneath her while her short tail lashed the air.
Wind rippled over the jet black fur covering the massive werewolf's back. Even with her legs forced into a shape that supported her standing on four legs, she was easily six feet long and four feet at her broad, furred shoulders.
Meredith raised her still lengthening snout to sniff the air as a fearsome hunger filled her stomach. Her prey had run from her when her scent had begun to change. She could smell the sharp urine from their fear and the paths they took in their desperate attempt to flee.
Bulging black lips pulled back over enormous fangs in the mockery of a smile. She closed her eyes and raised her head with her hair falling back to show her thick, triangular ears flexing in half. Her lips pursed as she howled a pure song, announcing her presence and her territory to anyone who listened.
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Meredith jolted awake. She gasped and then kicked herself back against the tree behind her when she saw the dim forest surrounding her. For a moment, everything appeared in black and white and she wondered if something was wrong with her eyes.
Golden lines melted in her irises, replaced by brown. She raised her hand to rub her throbbing temples until she spied the patches of fur covering her forearms and the claws tipping her fingers.
"What the- what the FUCK?!" Meredith screamed.
She waved her hands and stood, turning in small circles until she felt a shift in her center of gravity. Her breasts were flat but growing, the flesh swelling while her nipples bobbed and moved. Beneath them were six black little teats surrounded by fur.
Before she could investigate further, an arm touched her pussy and she screamed again. The young woman reached between her legs and then gasped when she felt something touch her - it was a strange double sensation of her touching something and also her body being touched.
She looked down to see a thick, short, furry tail trapped against her pussy lips. Not the slender, sexy pussy she was used to seeing but swollen, folded pussy lips like a dog. Like a bitch in heat. And yet, the fleshy skin was shrinking. Opening like a flower to show pink inside while the tip of her tail slid through the thin padding on her palms and fingers.
Fur wafted from her body and her ears flexed as they shrank. Her tongue nearly brushed the tip of her narrow nose until she swallowed hard.
Minute by minute she changed until she knelt in her torn, stretched out leggings with her full breasts pressing against the sides of her arms as she wrapped them around her body. Loose fur stuck to her, whether by sweat or mud, along with grass and leaves and sticks.
Her hair would take hours to fix, but it was the least of her concerns as she tried to orient herself and find her way home.
She couldn't remember anything after changing her clothes in the yoga studio. She remembered walking towards the main room and then... nothing.
Meredith growled and then touched fingers to her throat, shocked at the sound. Her tongue swept over her lips and teeth before she swallowed hard. She covered her breasts despite being deep in the forest with nobody to see.
It took an hour of aimless walking to spot buildings far in the distance and two more hours until she reached the edge of the forest. She crouched behind a tree to watch as a few people walked along paths while more made their way to work, speaking on their cell phones or listening to podcasts and music from earbuds.
The young woman took a deep breath and ran, surprising herself with her speed as she dashed along sidewalks and streets with her ass rippling in the gaps of her leggings, occasionally flashing her pussy while she tried to contain her breasts.
She was breathing hard by the time she reached her apartment but felt like she could run for miles more. A backup key was hidden in a light hanging just outside her door. She retrieved it, unlocked her door and stepped into her apartment.
After showering and pacing and thinking, she checked a lunar calendar to learn that today was the full moon. She wasn't a fool. Despite not remembering anything, she had watched herself changing back. She knew what that meant. She knew what she was.
And so, she retrieved her things from the yoga studio and then spent the rest of the time planning, shopping, and studying a map of the park. Before the sun set, she'd hidden a change of clothes and other items in an obvious location in the forest. Once she was satisfied with everything she'd done, she'd started walking towards the other side of the park.
The changes began before she reached the center, but she knew it was far enough. Without memory of what happened the night before, the terror seized her anew until she was left howling to the moon casting its light through the branches overhead.
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Meredith clawed at her sides while sweat welled over her skin. She stared at the man sitting on the bench, bent over and breathing hard as he took a break from his run.
She'd tracked him easily enough without him noticing her. Six months after her first transformation, she'd learned the limits of her new strength and endurance. Just as she'd learned the limits of her ability to resist the ever increasing needs.
Nobody was nearby. She'd made sure of that, too.
She walked, barefoot with her skirt flaring around her and her light jacket softly rubbing against her nipples and bare breasts.
"Oh, hey," the man said when he noticed her.
He was near her age with a short beard and gray eyes. She saw the nervousness in his eyes. Not that he was scared of her but more that he was worried that she might be scared of him. It almost made her laugh.
"Hi," Meredith said with a shaky smile.
She sat next to him and he moved slightly away from her, trying to show how non-threatening he was.
There were plans swirling through her head but they all dissolved when she felt the wolf snarling within - when she felt her throbbing, dripping pussy. When she inhaled his cloying, delicious scent. In addition to the wolf's desires - and such a small, stupid thing for her to get excited about - he wore a tank top with a small indie band that she loved. She hoped that would be enough.
She stood, approached him, and sat on his lap.
"Whoa whoa whoa what the- mmph!" he cut off when she kissed him, pressing her lengthening tongue into his mouth while her canine teeth began to extend.
"Sorry," Meredith rasped when she pulled away. She meant it, truly. The young woman leaned in to bite the man's shoulder and he screamed while trying to push her away. The delicious taste of blood filled Meredith's mouth. Her own blood trickled from her gums due to all of her teeth shifting to fangs. She licked the man's wound until she could feel it closing. Their mixed blood accelerated his transformation.
"You- you crazy fucking bitch! What did you- uhhh, the- the fuck-" he gasped and swayed.
Meredith moaned as she grinded against his growing erection. He growled when she reached to grab the waistband of his shorts, drenched already by her wet pussy, to shove them down and expose him while lifting her lips. She wore no panties and she moaned, loudly, while impaling herself on him with her nails lifting and falling away to show the hints of her claws.
"You'll. You'll thank me. For. This. Later," Meredith panted as she pounded herself down on him.
The man gripped the wooden bench. He reached out hands for her ass, pulled them away and then growled and grabbed onto her, clenching her ass cheeks, spreading and pulling and forcing her down while thrusting up into her.
Meredith howled. She grabbed at her jacket, ripping it away to show her bare breasts and the man wasted no time in taking a nipple as she continued riding him. Black fur emerged on her nape and spread, down her back and over her shoulders.
She'd recently begun to remember parts of her transformation as well as some of the night following it. Just as she'd found hints of the wolf showing through while human. She was merging with the beast while being forced to shave the fur on her belly every morning. Or touching one of the six tender spots on her belly late at night between the last full moon and this one. More and more changes sticking with her as the months passed.
Her pussy tightened. She could feel it happening - could feel the change taking place as her lips pushed outward around the man's thick cock. Meredith snarled and licked the tip of her nose before gasping to look down at the man's sharp teeth biting at her nipple. His shirt strained against his body while brown fur spread over his jaw.
Thin pussy lips bulged and her hood pushed her clit down before overwhelming it. She barked and shuddered and came when the clit, hidden beneath thick black skin, rubbed against the man's cock. She could feel him growing inside of her. Thicker. Longer. On a downstroke, she felt a new bulge that spread her pussy wider.
Meredith's black pussy lips folded around the man's changing cock and she howled as she came a second time while claws bit deep into her ass cheeks.
She'd tried to resist it. She honestly had. And she'd done so well until the heat broke her. Until the urge to find a mate to breed her had overwhelmed her sensibilities.
It had become physically unbearable over the last month, leaving her a twitching, drooling, dripping mess as she desperately tried to quench the heat every night. She spent hours masturbating just to keep the urges at bay. And she knew her coworkers were whispering about her constant bathroom breaks because she could hear them from the other side of the building.
Her recent porn habits skewed heavily towards watching pregnant women getting fucked, followed by women getting constant creampies with videos after videos of rough, primal sex after that.
She’d always imagined herself having a child some day when she was ready. Now - now it was a biological need on the same level of eating with the desire to find a true mate not too far behind.
She only prayed that her mate… the man… would forgive her when they woke together in the morning.
Just as she prayed his seed would take root when his cum flooded her.
Meredith howled again and her mate joined his voice to hers as she forced herself down over his inflating knot, locking them together as their minds turned bestial.