/r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

Four separate groups of people visit the /r/gonewild subreddit to find it different. But, on sharing their pictures, they quickly find something else has changed as well...

Chapter 1 of 2. Once finished, I will probably take each POV and post them (on my website at hidden-shelf.com) as separate little chapters so you can read the individual streams instead of them jumping around.
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"I think your brother looks really cute," Hannah said, her eyes twinkling as she bounced her legs off the side of Emily's bed.

"Ugh, no," Emily told her, rolling her eyes. She ran her fingers through her short, black hair and leaned back against the wall. To her left was an older poster of Justin Timberlake and to her right, a new poster Ariana Grande. "He's such an asshole."

Music played in the large room, the artist P!nk singing about the world trying to bring her down. Lauren sat next to the iPod, tapping her fingers as she added artists to the playlist. The young woman's hair was tied into a thick, short braid ending just above her shoulders.

On the other side of the bed, away from Emily and Hannah, Megan tittered nervously. The girl held a pillow to her chest and listened quietly to her friends talk. Her parents would've thrown a fit and forbade her from spending time with her friends if they'd known they used bad language. Megan felt a small thrill from hearing the word even though she knew she could never say it herself.

"Of course you'd say that, Em," Hannah laughed. The girl's laugh was loud but sweet and her dimples showed on her slightly chubby face when she smiled. "He's your brother. He's still cute. I bet I could get him to kiss me."

"Oh god, please, I don't want to throw up," Emily tossed the small pillow she was holding at her friend and Hannah laughed as it bounced off of her. "Besides, I think he's dating some ugly junior girl. Janice."

"Oh, Janice. You've got more of an ass than Janice does, Em," Hannah said, throwing the pillow back. "And I've got three times as much as both of you. And way more boobs. Picture it. Picture him motorboating right between these amazing tits."

Emily made gagging noises while, nearby, Lauren choked.

"Is there anyone you haven't fucked, Hannah?" Lauren asked, her slim fingers expertly tapping out band names on the small music player. "You're gonna run out of guys soon."

Megan hid her face, blushing deeply at the language. She grabbed her long, loose blonde hair and played with it nervously.

"And I'm sure you'll be there to welcome me with open arms when that happens, Lauren," Hannah laughed.

"I don't fuck my friends," Lauren said, eyes darting along the small screen. "Did that once and it went bad. She still won't even talk to me."

"Try guys," Hannah said playfully. "They're so cute and easy."

"And take your sloppy seconds?" Lauren asked. "No. Even if I was more into guys, there's nobody you haven't made out with around here."

"Is it really that many?" Megan asked quietly.

The other three girls froze and turned to Megan. Lauren had forgotten the quiet girl and both Hannah and Emily were simply surprised to hear her talk.

"No," Lauren answered quickly. "Hannah's an adorable slut but she's not that bad. Just. Uhh. Free. With her words. I can respect that even if we bat for the other teams."

"There's been a lot, though," Hannah told the shy girl, the corner of her mouth turning up into a playful smile.

"Well, yeah," Lauren replied. "You are a slut. Just not with everyone."

"Anyway," Emily said loudly. "You're not touching my brother. Or his weird friend."

"Yeah, who is that guy?" Lauren asked. She turned away from the iPod as another song played. "He looks like a little creep."

"A friend of his," Emily answered. "They hang out sometimes. I think it's a pity thing from my brother. They used to be really good friends a long time ago. Like, middle school."

Hannah rolled her eyes and laughed. "He's a little nerdy looking guy and your brother is hot. Obviously it's a pity friendship. He wouldn't stop staring at my tits when I showed up."

"They're hanging out, Whore of Babylon," Lauren laughed. "Who wouldn't stare? Even Megan checks you out."

"N-no! I don't!" Megan blurted nervously, hiding her face.

Lauren grinned at her friend. "You know, if you stopped wearing sacks all the time and wore clothes that actually fit you, you'd look a hell of a lot better, Megan."

"I can't," the young girl squeaked. "My parents-"

"Yeah, we know," Emily sighed. "Just a few more years, Megan. You're still going to college, right?"

"I-" Megan began.

"I'm going to drag her with me," Hannah told everyone. "Community college. We're going to be roommates off campus and I'm going to de-program her until she's letting boys do shots off of her naked body!"

Megan choked, blushing furiously and hiding her face.

"Speaking of that," Lauren said, trailing off. The young girl pulled out her phone, opened the Internet browser and clicked a bookmark. Her brows creased in confusion at the error message on the page. "Huh."

"What's up?" Hannah asked.

"Was going to check out 'gone wild' on Reddit but it's all different," Lauren said. "Address is the same and it doesn't look like I messed anything up. Says it's private and you need to share a picture to get in."

"Go to PornHub," Hannah told her. "Better stuff there."

"Yeah but I like the amateur stuff," Lauren said, frowning as she clicked a few things. "I like seeing real girls, not that fake porn bullshit. Goddammit. This was my favorite sub."

"So upload a picture," Hannah said, shrugging. "I'll take it- wait! Oh my god! Let's all take a picture and upload it!"

"N-n-no!" Megan stuttered.

"I am not getting naked for freaks on the Internet," Emily said.

"Me either," Lauren told her. "I lurk. I don't post."

"Fine," Hannah said. "We'll make a deal. If everyone takes a picture with me, I'll flash my tits. That should be good enough to get you in, right?"

"N-n-n," Megan said, her eyes wide and her cheeks a bright scarlet.

"It's okay, Megan," Emily said. "We'll just hide our face. Nobody will see anything. Live a little."

"You're my favorite slut, Hannah," Lauren beamed.

"I know, girl," Hannah said, unhooking her bra beneath her shirt. "I know."

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Mikela sighed as she closed her apartment door behind her. She brushed a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear as she kicked off her flats, freeing her aching feet. Her slim legs were hidden beneath dark stockings and the young woman sighed again, happily this time, as she worked her toes on the cool tile of her entryway.

Setting her large, heavy purse down beside the front door, Mikela rolled her shoulders and padded to the kitchen. Singing quietly to herself, she opened the fridge to grab a cheese stick and a bottle of water before bumping the fridge door closed with her narrow hips. She peeled the plastic away from the cheese stick, nibbling on it as she made her way to her bedroom.

The young woman's bedroom was well lit and she glanced at all the extra lamps she had throughout the room. Nodding to herself, she set the water bottle down on her desk. The desk faced the foot of her bed and a wide, expensive monitor nearly filled the surface of it. A simple keyboard, wrist pad and mouse took up the rest of the desk. Attached to the top of the monitor was a high definition webcam.

Mikela eased into the office chair and booted up her computer while eating her snack. It was a top-of-the-line computer and booted quickly. She sat the cheese stick down and typed in her password to log in before opening her browser. Her heart began to race a little, as it usually did and she felt heat on her small chest. Beneath her simple black top, her tiny right nipple stiffened and she smiled. It was always such a thrill for her.

"Huh," Mikela said out loud when she browsed to the /r/gonewild subreddit on Reddit. She double-checked the address and frowned. Rather than a long page of links, she was greeted by a page stating that the subreddit was set to private and the user must upload content before they could gain access. "Weird. Okay."

With a few clicks, Mikela launched her streaming software. It was her "Free Friday" - every Friday she streamed herself for free rather than charging. She almost always gained quite a few paying customers to her other streams when she did this. The young woman copied the stream's address and clicked the "Submit Link" button on the subreddit.

The slim young woman tapped away at the keyboard, entering a title for her post: It's [F]ree Friday again everyone! Enjoy! She pasted the stream link and hit the "Submit" button with a smile as her camera's red light came on.

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"Man, I don't want to be looking at porn with you," Mike said. "That's just messed up."

"Dude, I'm fucking telling you," Don rumbled. The young man was large for his age, heavily muscled with a thick neck and a square jaw. His coach and nearly pissed himself signing the young man up to the football team. "She's on there. I swear to fucking god."

"No way," Mike said. He was lean compared to his friend's bulk. The team's star halfback. "There's no way Kayla is into that shit. She's not that kinda girl."

"It has to be her," Don said as he fumbled with his laptop. "Man, I'm telling you. It's her. I know you like her and shit but you need to see this before you ask her out. What if she's some slut? You want that shit?"

"I hate you," Mike said with a sigh. "I hate you so much. Do it. And if you're wrong, you owe me."

"And if I'm right," Don smiled, "You owe me."

"Yeah, yeah," Mike told him. "You're not, though. I'll bet you $10 it's not her.."

"Nah, fuck that," Don said, his eyes lighting up. "If I'm right, you dress up with the cheerleaders at their next practice."

"You're out of your goddamned mind," Mike yelled. "No fucking way I do that!"

"You pussy?" Don asked, his smile growing wider. "Not so sure about your pure hearted girl now, are you?"

"Fuck. You," Mike bit each word off. "Fine. If it's her, I'll dress up with the cheerleaders. Fucking asshole."

Don laughed and pulled up the Reddit home page. He grunted at the screen, clicking his way through the links of porn sites he had saved.

"Found it! Ah, what's this shit?" Don said, frowning.

"What? What is it?"

"Some bullshit. They locked it up and we gotta upload something to get in."

"Well, do it then. Show 'em your dick. You show everyone else the damn thing."

"Nah, man," Don said. "It's all women on there. Ain't nobody posting dicks on there and I don't want to get banned. Hold up, I've got some bitches saved."

"I bet you do," Mike sneered. "Don't be using any pictures of anyone we know, man because that's fucked up. Don't forget what happened to Trevor."

Don punched his friend on the shoulder. "Trevor's a fucking slimy asshole who got what he deserved. Gimme a second here. Yeah, this one's good. I think I just gotta click this damn thing and it'll take it."

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"Hey, you going to start dinner or what?" Brian asked his wife, his eyes focused on the TV. He held a PS4 controller as his eyes flicked around the screen, watching everything. "I'm getting hungry."

Brian's wife, Ashley, looked up from her book. "It's early, isn't it? I thought I'd just finish this chapter and-"

"I'm hungry," Brian said without turning to look at her. "Goddammit! I shot that fucker!"

"Okay, but-"

"I'm. Hungry." Brian said, his voice dropping. Finally, he looked at his wife and she lowered her eyes. Ashley knew that tone and she could feel the faded bruise on her hip still aching from the last time she hesitated too long.

"Okay," she told him quickly with a nervous laugh. "I'll get it started. Let me just change my clothes and I'll get it going. Do- do you want chicken? Baked chicken and I think I have some asparagus from-"

"Steak," Brian said dismissively. "And just some potato chips. Grab me a beer before you start. I'm thirsty."

Ashley put her book away and stood, waiting until she thought her husband's character was in a safe spot before she stepped in front of the screen. She grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and handed it to her husband.

"Just put it down, stupid," Brian said. "I can't fucking hold a beer and the controller at the same time, can I? Idiot."

"N- no, I guess not," Ashley said. Her hand trembled as she set the beer on a coaster next to him.

They'd moved for his job, to the other side of the country and she'd lost all her friends and her family in the move. She had nothing and no job and couldn't get away from him. Worse, she knew nobody would want her. She was stupid. And useless. She couldn't even get a job. If she left him, she'd end up on the street or worse. And her family wouldn't take her back. Brian told her all the time how much of a drag she'd been on them and how happy they were that they were moving. And as long as she did what Brian wanted, he was nice to her. He was.

Ashley grabbed her phone and went into their bedroom. She closed her door quietly and listened for a moment, making sure her husband was engrossed in his video game. One night, after he'd left to go drinking with his friends, she'd used the computer and found him logged into a pornographic website. She clicked on one of the links out of curiosity and was soon clicking on more. All of them were women sharing nude pictures of themselves and sometimes with their boyfriends or girlfriends or threesomes and more.

She'd been fascinated. These women looked so good. Some of them smiling happily while others made sexy faces that had her feeling flushed. She imagined how free it must feel, and sexy, to just take a picture of yourself and share. Something secret. Something hidden. Something only for yourself or your boyfriend and share it for the world.

That night, she'd learned how to make her own account and how to browse anonymously. She'd taken a single, dark picture of her vagina and shared it. And then immediately deleted her account from the sudden, nervous fear that almost made her throw up. But, the thought was stuck with her and a few days later, she made another account and shared again. This time, she didn't delete the account and, instead, felt the thrill as people commented on how hot her picture was.


Every so often, she'd take more pictures and share. Never anything that showed her face or anything identifying. Just a picture of her ass or boobs or nipples or vagina. Once she took a picture of her lips but she deleted the picture after the first comment, without reading it.

She stood there now in the darkened bedroom, listening to her husband play his game. Ashley loaded up the website in a private browsing tab. She tapped past the new screen that popped up and clicked a small title for the picture she was about to take. Quickly, while still listening for her husband, she pushed down her panties and sweatpants and angled her photo. The camera clicked and she felt her heart racing as she posted the picture.

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"All right, set the timer and get ready," Hannah said. She sat in the middle of the bed with Emily on her right and Megan on her left. Megan was hiding herself completely with her knees pulled up to her chest and a pillow covering her face. Emily was smiling but the smile trembled. She didn't want to look afraid in front of her friends.

Lauren set her phone down, facing the bed. She spent a moment turning it while looking at the display. Finally satisfied with the angle, she clicked the capture button and ran to the bed as it began to beep. She pressed herself between Hannah and Megan. She smiled for the camera but her eyes flicked to her friends. Hannah had her hands on the bottom of her shirt, bouncing excitedly on the bed.

The beeping from the phone sped up and, just as the camera went off, Hannah pulled her shirt up, covering her face. Lauren turned her head to the side and Emily shrieked quietly, covering her face with her hands.

"I-i-is it over?" Megan asked from behind her pillow.

Everyone started laughing and Lauren stood, walking to her phone.

"I can't believe you actually did it, Hannah," Lauren said. She was blushing and her heart was beating so fast in her chest. She liked to think she was brave and tough but, at the last moment, couldn't stop from looking away.

"My tits are a gift from god," Hannah said proudly. "Why shouldn't I show them off?"

"Th-the Bible-" Megan stuttered. She still hadn't taken the pillow away.

"Oh, Meg, I didn't mean literally," Hannah said, patting her friend's shoulder. "You can look, Meg. I swear, she's done."

"O-okay," Megan said, peeking behind the pillow.

"Click!" Lauren said, holding her camera straight at Megan.

Megan screamed, pulling the bed's covers entirely over her head.

"Don't!" The young girl cried out. "Don't post that! Please don't! Oh God, no, please don't!"

"Oh Megan!" Lauren laughed. "Megan, I didn't really take a picture!"

"You're such a bitch sometimes, Lauren," Emily said. She frowned, upset for her friend. "It's alright, Megan, she's just messing with you. She didn't actually take your picture."

Megan stayed beneath the blankets and Emily shot a hard look at Lauren as she rubbed her friend's back through the blanket.

"Aww, she's gotta toughen up some time," Lauren said. "Hold on, I'm going to post this. Thanks again, Hannah."

"Use the power wisely, my son," Hannah intoned with a giggle.

"And, posted. Huh," Lauren frowned.

"What's up?" Hannah asked.

"It's empty," Lauren told her. "Normally there's a million posts but ours is- Oh, wait, just refreshed and there's a couple more. And a comment on our photo."

"Oh! What's it say? Did they compliment my boobs?" Hannah asked, bouncing on the bed.

"Two comments now. First one's from the moderator: 'What a bunch of horny little bitches.' Jesus. What an asshole. Second one just says 'Nice tits, lol'." Lauren refreshed the page and frowned again. "There's a few more posts but it's almost all empty. I know I'm on the right page."

"Well, go to PornHub like I said," Hannah said, scratching at her ear. "All kinds of freaky lesbian porn there for you. Mmm. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't mind looking at some stuff. Fire up Emily's laptop."

"No way," Emily said. "I don't want that garbage on my computer. My parents look at our history sometimes."

"They're gone for the weekend," Lauren said, rolling her eyes. She perched herself on the desk. The edge pressed between her thighs and she flexed her back slightly in response. Slowly, her hips began to work back and forth as a dull, aching heat built in the pit of her stomach. "That's, mmm, that's why Nick's here and you think he gives a crap what you look at?"

Emily bit her lip. Her hand, working in a small comforting circle on Megan's back reached up and slowly began to scratch along the hidden girl's spine. On the third stroke, Megan shifted, pressing herself against Emily's hand. Small threads pulled free from the blanket as a fingernail on Emily's hand bulged and a small claw slid forth from beneath it. Emily's other hand lay between her legs and and clawed at her thigh for a moment.

"Fuck it," she said, her eyes focused in the distance. Megan whined quietly beneath the blankets. "Go for it."

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Mikela smiled at her webcam. She glanced at her visitor list and saw one unfamiliar name. Sometimes it took a while before people started to show up. In the meantime, she licked the cheese stick in the most suggestive way she could think of while refreshing the Reddit page.

There were only a few links on the subreddit and her post had a single comment. She glanced at it to see the moderator's comment of "Stream approved". The visitor in her stream was named the same as the moderator on the subreddit and she'd never seen him on there or even heard of him as a moderator. As a regular poster, she knew a few of the mods and had even chatted with him. Now there seemed to be only the one.

Her stream's chat window blinked. There were four more visitors - none of which she knew - and a comment by the subreddit's moderator: "I think you need more milk or other creamy white stuff, you're such a little thing ;)"

The webcam didn't show anything above Mikela's lips and she rolled her eyes at the comment. She'd seen far, far worse but the mild creepiness of the comment was odd. Six more visitors showed up - again nobody she knew and Mikela looked away, ready to focus on her little show as the comments began rolling in. She hated reading while she worked. Sometimes there were helpful comments but the vast majority were typically insipid male bravado.

Mikela pushed her chair back so her entire body was shown. She smiled at her hidden audience, her small tongue wrapping around the cheese stick. With a wink, she slid the stick into her mouth, pursing her lips.

Chaste librarian by day, she thought while sucking on the cheese stick. Webcam whore by night.

She loved the excitement she felt when streaming. The thought of all of the men and sometimes women that watched her strip and masturbate was intoxicating. But, if she were completely honest with herself, it was the money that kept her going. She enjoyed walking into an expensive store and buying whatever she wanted. She was careful with her money but for the few things she wanted, she spared no expense. The dichotomy between her simple librarian life and the ritzy webcam girl was as exhilarating as the nude exhibition itself in a weird way.

Mikela had always grown up being the 'poor little mousey girl'. Her coworkers thought she was a quiet, shy hard worker. If only they knew, she thought.

The young woman spread her thighs on the chair, pressing her heels on the edge of her desk. Her skirt pulled back, exposing her black, lacy garters and suspenders. She squirmed in her chair for effect, pulling on her right thigh and she knew her viewers were leaning closer to try to catch a view of her crotchless panties.

She walked around the library just like that and sometimes without any panties at all. Smiling at customers, helping them and knowing the whole time that she wore nothing. No bra over her tiny breasts and nothing but her skirt hiding her sex. She would picture herself with some of the more handsome guests: leading them to a hidden spot, putting their hands up her skirt and smiling as they felt her bare pussy. Biting their ears and telling them to fuck her hard. Little sexy daydreams while helping people find books on history or math or whatever else they wanted to read.

Arching her back, Mikela moaned quietly, squeezing her small breast before running a hand down her slim body. Her fingers slipped beneath the band of her skirt and she smiled with her eyes half-lidded. Her fingers pressed and squeezed at the very tiny bulge just above her mound. The tanned skin beneath her fingers began to lighten slowly into a bright, healthy pink color. A single thick vein stood out suddenly under the pink skin and she ran her finger along it and then lower, feeling how wet she was. Unusual for her on a night like this but she felt so sexy.

Mikela spread her legs further, licking her lips until her skirt strained against her side. Her ears flicked for a moment and she gasped, reaching for her breast as it swelled gently beneath her shirt.

"Oh, fuck," Mikela moaned, losing herself in the moment. Her teeth ached as her canines reshaped, cracking and expanding into dull, flattened versions of her molars. Her incisors followed until every single one of her teeth were without a sharp edge.

The young woman thrust her growing chest forward and ran her fingers through her hair, her palms rubbing at two small sore spots on the side of her forehead.

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"So?" Mike asked. "Where is she?"

"Man, I dunno," Don said. "There's nothing here."

The young man clicked on the /r/gonewild subreddit link he had saved in his bookmarks. It brought him back to the same site but there were only a few posts in addition to the one he made.

"Maybe it's just taking a while to load it all," Don frowned.

"I don't think it works like that," Mike told him.

"Damn, check out this chick's tits," Don grinned. He stuck his tongue out for a moment and typed in a quick message to the poster: "Nice tits, lol."

"Hey," Mike said pointing at the top right of his screen. "You got a little red envelope thing."

Don laughed. "Probably some asshole telling me how pretty I am."

Clicking the link, he read the single comment slowly: This is a picture of porn actress Sunny Leone and not your own picture. But, I think I can make a special exception for you.

"Hah," Don laughed again. "What a dumbass. That was easy."

"That's who you posted?" Mike asked. "Is this some weird incest thing? She looks like she could be your sister. Hell, she even has a scar kinda like you do on your forehead. Remember when John knocked the shit out of you in practice? You bled like a stuck pig."

"Uh," Don replied, leaning in close to look at his posted picture. "I guess she does kinda look like me a little. I'm prettier, though."

Mike laughed, slapping his friend on the back. "Yeah, real fuckin' pretty, princess."

"What?" Don said, frowning. "I said I'm pretty sure John just grazed me. Besides, I beat the shit out of him later. He took it pretty good, though. Nice strong muscles on that guy. Beefy."

Don shifted in his seat, remembering the moment out in the field after practice. He felt himself grow hard at the memory of John's slick, shirtless upper body. The young man pressed at his erection, shaking his head and putting the thought away. His eyes traced the porn actresses body and he found himself touching his chest while he stared at the woman's boobs.

"Man, you need me to give you a moment to rub one out?" Mike asked his friend. "A little bit of alone time with your girlfriend? Come on, you were going to show me Kayla. Or someone you thought looked like Kayla because it's not fucking Kayla."

"Stop saying her name like that!" Don yelled, his voice cracking. He coughed, thick callused hand on his throat before he spoke again. "Why do you even care about her so much?"

Mike stepped back to look at his friend. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah," Don said, shaking his head. He could feel the tops of his ears burning and his cheeks seemed to be on fire. His throat was rough and scratchy and, despite the weird ache he felt in his chest (Am I about to cry?? He asked himself incredulously) he could feel his erection throbbing in time to his heart beat. "I think I just need some water. It's really hot in here."

"Alright, man," Mike said, going to sit on Don's bed. He pulled out his phone, tapping to unlock it. "Hey, can you grab me a Coke or something?"

"Who are you talking to?" Don asked sharply.

"What? Just checking my snaps, man."

Don looked away. His entire face felt hot and his throat was growing tight. He wanted to ask who the snaps were from; who he was friends with on Snapchat. He wanted to ask if any of them were girls. The young man scratched at his face to hide the motion of wiping away a small sudden tear. Stubble fell away where scratched, leaving behind smooth skin.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Don asked himself as he stomped away to get the drinks.

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Ashley hummed quietly to the background of swelling music and gunfire from her husband's video game. He was on a headset now, laughing and yelling at his friends as they played together. She loved when he put the headphones on because it meant she could make a little noise without worrying about him yelling at her.

She tenderized the steaks, rubbing them down with her own special rub of salt and spices. The smell of the meat wafted up to her and her stomach rumbled. She felt her mouth water at the sharp coppery scent of raw, bloody meat. She hadn't realized how hungry she was but now felt like she was starving.

Oven at 475, almost warmed up, She thought to herself, mentally going through the steps she needed for dinner. It was simple but she knew how stupid and forgetful she was and she didn't want Brian to have an excuse to hit her again. Ashley growled as she recounted the steps. Reaching up, she cleaned her bloody fingers off slowly, one at a time with her tongue, sucking on each finger until they were entirely clean. Sear each side of the steak and-

"Goddammit!" Brian yelled from the other room.

Ashley hunched her shoulders and laughed nervously. Her lips pulled back as she bared her teeth to expose canines slowly lengthening in her jaw. She lapped at her face with a tongue longer than it should be, licking anxiously at the traces of blood near her lips. Between her thighs, she felt a slow, dull pulsing that made her squirm. She ignored it, as she often ignored her own sex drive the rare times she felt horny. She never dared to initiate and her husband took her when he wanted and then only sporadically.

"Hold the goddamn control point, you fucking moron!" Brian continued to yell.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ashley fought an odd urge to drop to all fours just as something twitched in her tailbone. The young woman went to grab a pan from the shelf but then stopped, glancing towards the living room. Her husband was lost in his game, yelling at his fireteam and ignoring her completely. Quickly, she woke her phone, pulled up an anonymous browsing tab and logged in to see if there were any comments on her picture.

She rarely looked back at what she posted but, sometimes - sometimes she checked. There was a single comment, the user's name highlighted in green. That meant a moderator but she didn't recognize the name. She read the comment quickly: Such a bare little pussy. I like my women a little more rough.

Ashley's eyes flicked up at her posted picture and she growled low in her throat. Someone changed the picture!

Her husband liked her to shave herself bare. She hated the bumps and burns afterwards but he always wanted her smooth. "His naughty little girl" he always called her. The posted picture was bare like she was but the clit was engorged to a ridiculous degree. It was thick and bulging, the hood pulled far back. The slick, pink clit was nearly the size of the tip of her pinky finger.

And yet, there was a mole on the mound above that huge clit. A mole just like she had.

Ashley killed the tab and licked her lips, showing her sharp fangs briefly. She glanced at her husband and then ran to the back of the kitchen so he couldn't see her. Once there, she carefully pulled her pants down to look at herself.

Her clit was swollen and angry and red. Ashley dropped to her knees with a nervous chuckling laugh. Her ears strained against her head and she licked her lips. Again, she looked down. It wasn't nearly as bad as what was shown in the picture but, as she watched, the hood over her clit slid back, unable to contain the erect, growing clit. Her free hand trembled as she slowly reached to touch herself.

"I need another beer!" Brian yelled.

Ashley fell to hands and knees and small hairs sprouted from the back of her neck, standing on end. She bared her teeth as a wave of anger rushed through her body. She growled, her eyes flashing. Gold flecks appeared in the light green of her eyes. The young woman shook her entire body and pulled herself up on shaky legs. She hissed as her thighs rubbed briefly against her clit.

Light hair pushed through the skin of her mound in a soft patch of fur. She stalked to the fridge, opened it and grabbed a beer. The cold can felt amazing on her hot skin and she could taste the metal of the can at the back of her throat. Beyond that, the smell of the steak sitting on the counter made her stomach rumble again.

"I said I need another goddamn beer!" Brian yelled again.

Ashley growled again as hot anger boiled in her stomach. She fought it, feeling her old doubt and fears clash with the hormones flooding her body. Her hand tightened on the beer, causing tendons and veins to stand out on her forearm. She swallowed, licked her lips and walked to the living room.

"Coming," Ashley said, her voice rough. A single claw grew from her finger, scraping along the can.

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

So it begins. Can't wait to see the next instalment!

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

Thanks! Should be out this coming Friday!

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

Off to a great start, thanks for sharing

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

That's good to hear!

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

The changes continue as everyone struggles to adapt.

Chapter 2 of 3, apparently. I completely underestimated (some how?) how long this would be. Don't worry, I have THREE of the FOUR story threads finished already. I suspect the 3rd and last chapter to be put out by Friday at the latest but possibly Wednesday as well.
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Mikela smiled shyly as she slid her small hands along her sides and belly, slowly working her slim hips back and forth. She glanced quickly at her chat window and her smile deepened at the large list of users and the fast scrolling conversation window. Looking away again, she moaned, pulling at her shirt and skirt. The young woman pressed the heel of her palm down against her sore lower stomach and she gasped at the sensation.

The small pink bump above her mound was hot and smooth to the touch and she felt tiny spikes of pleasure deep within her pussy every time she kneaded at the smooth skin. Mikela sighed, leaning her head back. She found herself squeezing at her belly, groaning and rocking her hips every time she pulled. Her smile widened for the camera and she showed every single one of her flat teeth to the viewers.

"I hope," Mikela moaned, shuddering briefly when her fingers rasped against a sensitive spot on her belly. She normally didn't talk during these free events but she just couldn't help herself; she felt amazing. "You're all enjoying yourself as much as I am."

Strands of Mikela's silver hair were pushed to the side as the skin on her forehead, just below her hairline, bulged. She bit her lip, turning her head to the side to rub one of the bumps against the fabric of her chair, moaning low and loud.

The slim young woman grunted and gripped the arms of her chair. Lost in the sensation and forgetting the camera for a moment, Mikela turned away from her computer. She lowered her head, butting against the chair while holding it in place.

Mikela sighed while rubbing her forehead in circles against the back of her chair. The skin above both of her eyes was hot and sore and every time the rough webbed fabric of the chair scratched her forehead, she felt her nipples tingle, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made her grind her teeth.

Spreading her thighs, Mikela lifted her ass. The milky white skin of her thighs strained against her stockings as fat deposits built deep within her body. Her skirt, already straining from earlier, struggled to contain her growing ass. A single stitch along the side of her skirt broke as the skin of her hips overflowed the top of the skirt.

Turning to face the camera, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over, Mikela smiled. Two thin lines of blood ran down to her cheeks from the split skin below her hairline. Bone white points stood out from the broken skin - the start of her horns.

"Mmmmmm... ooohhhh," Mikela moaned, her tongue lying free of her month. She lapped at her lips and blinked slowly. She wagged her larger hips back and forth in front of the camera as more stitches popped on her skirt. Her ass continued to grow until the cheeks nearly hid her compact, perfect little pussy. "Enjoying the shooooow?"

Mikela stood, stumbling for a moment on her unfamiliar weight. She ran her hands along her hips, squeezing at her still-taut belly before trying to slip her fingers into her skirt. She grunted and pressed, her fingers sliding uselessly against her sweat soaked chubbiness until, frustrated by how difficult it was, she simply unzipped the skirt. It still clung to her soft, wide hips but she sighed at the relief of pressure and sat again in the chair.

The chair compressed and groaned under her weight.

Small black hairs sprouted from the skin around her eyes as her nose began to darken, the delicate pink turning a dull obsidian.

Mikela giggled as the room swam in front of her. She felt drunk and incredibly light. She felt amazing. The young woman forgot about the camera and her viewers as she pinched and pulled at her soft, pink belly. It began to bulge under her attentions as milk ducts formed. Four rough, sensitive spots along her belly grew into bumps and then elongated. She ran her fingers along them, giggling as the soft skin bulged and lengthened.

Giggling at her new udder.

Blinking slowly, the computer screen swam into focus in front of her. Mikela squinted at the hazy screen and leaned forward. Small, soft fat rolls stood out on her belly, just above her udder. Things were moving fast on the right side of the screen. While she tried to focus on what was happening on the computer, white hairs pushed forth from her flushed cheeks.

"Am I drunk?" She wondered out loud. She lapped at her blackened, wide nose anxiously and then shuddered, moaning at the heat deep within her belly. She shook her head and her horns creaked audibly while growing, tangling in her hair. "What's... what is... why's everything going so fast?"

The lines on the computer screen slowly resolved into something she could read. Mikela's ears flicked as the edges and bumps within smoothed and the tips of her ears lengthened. She tucked strands of loose hair behind the growing ears.

Her eyes widened as she watched the conversation window. Normally full of bawdy comments, it was instead a list of ever increasing numbers. She watched as someone named FarmerJoe192 commented on the conversation: "$125,000".

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Don walked to the kitchen, feeling his ears burning in embarrassment. He rubbed his eyes, dragging his hands down his smooth cheeks and breathed out with a huff. Bones shifted under his chin and he scratched at it as it melted away, his solid, square jaw now coming down to a soft point. What the fuck ever, he can do whatever the fuck he wants. Probably just some stupid pictures from Paul's hike.

Standing in front of the fridge, the young man pressed his forehead against the cool, chrome door. He groaned and stepped closer to lay his cheek on the door. His face was burning and he could feel each heartbeat thrumming in his ears and his head. And in his still erect cock. A fat drop of sweat slid down the nape of his neck.

His ears were aflame. Slowly, they moved, pulling closer to his head. The cartilage within his ear shifted and his nearly comically large ears shrank into more delicate shapes. He rubbed at them roughly with his big hands and then pulled at his aching cock through his jeans.

Or getting pictures from Jennifer. Fucking whore, he thought. She'd dated him briefly. And most of the other football team as well. Don pulled harder at his cock, grunting with the need for release.

He could picture Mike there on the bed, looking through the pictures from that whore and smiling at them. Getting hard from it. From pictures of that skank. Probably wondering if he had enough time to jerk it before I get back.

Don moaned, squeezing his cock. He whimpered, pressing his forehead against the cool fridge door. His brown hair slid from his scalp, growing two inches while he pulled at himself. His hair twisted and slid against his skin, matted with sweat. He could see Mike clearly in his head. Glancing at the door. Unzipping his pants. Pulling his cock out while going through the snaps that whore sent him. His bulging erection. Thick and straining.

Licking his lips, Don moaned. He dropped to his knees as something in his hip clicked painfully. The young man touched his lips, dragging at them slowly with his fingertips.

"Mike," Don whispered breathlessly. Don slipped a finger into his mouth, sucking on it slowly. A second finger joined the first and he imagined Mike's cock in their place. Wrapping his tongue around the head of the other man's cock. Feeling Mike's fingers in his short hair. Hearing Mike tell him how he's always wanted him. Always watched him in the shower. Don shoved his fingers deep into his throat, gagging briefly. A third joined the other two and it still wasn't enough.

Don spread his knees wide on the floor. The head of his cock peeked out above the top of his jeans. The young man unzipped himself and bent forward, straining with his mouth open and his own spit lining his lips. Closer and closer, trying to reach his own cock but picturing himself straddling Mike. That it was Mike's and not his own. Closer, his body trembling. The thought of it in his mouth, of sucking on it... he felt the drool pooling in his mouth at the mere thought of it.

Something else cracked painfully within Don's waist and he cried out, leaning forward on his hands, his longer hair falling down along his head. He cried out in frustration, unable to wrap his lips around his own cock.

The young man grabbed his cock with his large, rough hands.

"Mike," Don whimpered with his deep voice as he pumped himself hard. He found himself rocking his hips in time with each pump. Awkward and jerky at first, Don soon found his rhythm and he closed his eyes as he bounced his ass. "Yes, oh god yes. Oh fuck. Fuck me."

Don's muscled ass swelled and the skin pulled tight over his new plump, rounded cheeks. His large ass slapped the ground quietly, hairs falling away each time the skin rubbed against his jeans. He could almost feel it in his mind: Mike's cock inside of him, thrusting deep each time he slammed himself down. Bones shifted within his hips while they widened. Muscles melted away along his stomach and his sides pulled in above his large hips and ass.

"I'm. I'm close," Don gasped. He shook, losing the rhythm as nerves lit up along his body and everything began to grow more sensitive. He moaned when his rough shirt scratched along the smooth skin of his hips and he imagined it was Mike's fingers there instead. His tiny nipples ached and throbbed and he lolled his head while his hair grew out another inch. He could feel the tile against his bulging ass and he mewled as he rubbed back and forth against it.

Just before he came, Don covered his cock with his other hand. He felt the hot, thick cum slamming against his palm and he cried out, biting his lips as his voice cracked - imagining it was Mike's cum filling him.

Spent, exhausted, long sweaty hair hanging loose to his shoulders, Mike kneeled with his spread legs, holding himself up with a shaking hand. His eyes fluttered open as his eyelashes slid out further, thick and curved.

He stared at his hand, full of his own cum. Thick and white and clear and hot. He brought it to his face and smelled it - the sharp, fresh scent made him drool and press his ass hard against the floor. Something within him was tingling. A line of fire that burned just on the edge of pleasure. Something slid against something else deep within his hips and he could feel the wetness of it.

Don lapped at his cum with his eyes closed. Pictured Mike's fingers in his thick, luxurious brown hair, holding him tight as he came inside of Don's mouth. Don moaned as he ran his tongue along his lips and teeth. He pressed his fingers into his mouth again, four of them rolled into one thick member. He deep-throated his fingers, opening his throat to take all of it without gagging.

Despite his orgasm, Don still felt incredibly unfulfilled. The ache and odd growing wetness between his thighs was growing. He pulled himself up, holding the fridge as he stood on shaking legs. The young man's jeans clung to his wide hips. He blinked his long lashes as he tried to remember why he was in the kitchen.

His large hands gripped the fridge door and trembled as the muscles in his forearms withered, leaving behind slim arms. Bones cracked in his feet.

"Oh," Don moaned, his voice sultry, his deep male voice having translated into a smoky, sexy feminine one. "That. That hurts."

The young man's wide feet seemed to pull into themselves as the toes themselves shrank. Bone scraped on bone and tendons and muscles shifted until his size 12 had shrunk into soft, pink tiny feet more fitting for high heels. He lifted one foot, massaging the skin until he realized he'd been trying to remember what he was doing.

"Oh!" Don exclaimed with a giggle after looking around. "Mike wanted a drink. Oh wow. How silly am I to forget that?"

Don grabbed a coke from the fridge and walked back to his bedroom, his wide hips swaying. He zipped himself as he walked, struggling to button himself up over his large ass. The taste of his cum was still fresh in his mouth and he licked his lips. Rubbing his flat chest, he smiled wickedly as he thought of all the ways Mike would fuck him tonight.

"Mmmm," he moaned as his cheekbones cracked and reshaped. "What a dirty little girl I am tonight."

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Ashley held the cool beer for her husband, her eyes narrowing as he ignored her. She rolled her aching neck, feeling it pop and scrape but not noticing as it elongated minutely, pushing her head away from her shoulders. The thin line of fur thickened along the neck, the red and black hairs damp with sweat as hormones coursed through her, filling her body with an unnatural heat. Her nostrils flared to take in her scent and she huffed.

Grinding her canines in frustration, Ashley fought to keep her cool and to swallow the growl that threatened to escape her lips. Why won't he turn on the air conditioner? Is it really that important to save some goddamn money? I'm sweating my ass off here.

"Here," Ashley growled, slamming the beer down next to her husband.

"Hey," He yelled, glancing over at her for a moment before returning to his game. "You almost splashed it on me, idiot."

Ashley bared her fangs and then turned, swallowing. She clenched her fingers and lines appeared along her forearms. Tendons stood out on the back of her hand as she made a fist, feeling the sharp pain of her claw piercing her palm. Muscles bulged just under the skin of her arms and her hands shook as her biceps swelled. Her shirt clung wetly to her and her nipples strained beneath her bra, tenting the fabric even through multiple layers.

Stalking back to the kitchen, the young woman started pacing. Her ears popped as her jaw clicked and bones grew in her neck. Fur sprouted lazily down her back, pulled flat by her soaked shirt. She scratched at herself, more claws sliding forth from beneath her fingernails. The claws easily sliced through the fabric, leaving sweat-soaked skin exposed in the overly warm air.

Ashley's clit throbbed painfully beneath her pants. A small bulge formed as it elongated. She groaned as the pants pulled tight, her thighs swelling with dense muscles. The clit became easily outlined against the pants and she rubbed at it, snarling quietly.

A rush of heat caused Ashley to gasp and her pussy lips became engorged, a camel toe forming beneath her form-fitting pants. She leaned against the kitchen counter, panting to catch her breath. Black cracks seemed to form beneath the red of her lipstick and her lips darkened. She groaned, craning her long neck over the plate of raw steaks. Drool dripped from dark lips as black fur sprouted along her cheeks.

Grabbing a steak with a thick, clawed fist, Ashley tore into it, her fangs easily ripping through the meat. She growled and lapped at the blood on her lips between each bite and bones cracked beneath her face. She moaned, eyes closed while her muzzle formed. When the pain stopped, Ashley opened her eyes, looking down her sloping nose as it began to turn black. Her eyes crossed and her half-muzzle vanished.

The blood of the steak called to her and Ashley quickly finished the first steak before tearing into the second. The heat was consuming her and the blood drove her wild. She rubbed herself in the excitement, pressing her palm against the length of her clit, chuckling between bites.

Soon, her clit slid from the top of her pants and she rubbed the tip with the rough pad forming under her thumb. Her leg spasmed with each touch and she felt the coming orgasm. The young woman tore at her shirt, freeing her right breast. She massaged the slick skin with her rough hand while squeezing and rubbing her clit carefully.

Ashley pawed at the ground with her feet. Claws sliced through her right sock and she tore long strips from the vinyl flooring. She slid slowly along her furred back until she was sitting on the floor. More fur sprouted along her open mouth and she found herself breathing hard as her orgasm drew closer. Maddening. Her clit wasn't as sensitive as before but there was more of it and the entire thing felt wonderful to the touch.

A tear opened in her jeans along her thighs and the back of her expanding calves. Her left sock strained against her foot and then tore just as a long, black claw sliced through her toenail and the soft material.

Fur grew through the holes in her pants, thick and red and black. Ashley grunted, rubbing faster, licking her lips as sweat dripped from her body. Close. So close. She needed it. Her body burned and her joints ached and her teeth itched and all the new chemicals roaring through her body, driving her changes had turned everything into a crazed blur.

"Hey, are you cooking or what? I can't smell shit and I'm hungry!"

Ashley's ears twitched and she lost her rhythm, her building orgasm fizzling Her loud, chuckling laugh betrayed her sudden, incredible frustration.

"What the fuck are you laughing about? I asked you a goddamn question!"

Ashley went to all fours, stretching her long neck with loud cracks. She stood slowly on powerful, clawed paws and her pants tore to her waist to expose heavily muscled legs thick with patches of black spotted red fur. She easily tore the pants off with a swipe and her long clit throbbed semi-erect in front of her.

Smiling, sharp teeth showing beneath black lips, Ashley stepped into the living room.

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"Ugh," Lauren said. "This is the amateur section but I swear to god, I've heard my mom fake a better orgasm."

"Ewww," Hannah laughed. The brown-haired girl scratched at her ears and went to stand next to her friend, pressing her hip against her for a moment until Lauren stepped away with a strange look. "Here, let me dig around."

Emily watched her two friends click on videos while chattering. She tried to focus on them but found herself distracted. She felt an ache in her chest as if she was incredibly happy after someone had given her wonderful news but it wasn't quite that. She was energized and excited and found it a little hard to sit still except for the warmth beginning to spread through her.

Swallowing hard and blinking her eyes, Emily squeezed her thighs together and pushed away the thoughts starting to form. She felt muscles relax between her legs and the distracting, pleasurable feel of herself growing wet. Excited in a different way now. Small black hairs sprouted along the edge of her ears and she rubbed them between her fingers. And, then, the young girl cleared her throat as the heat reached her face.

Beneath the blankets, Megan found herself panting. She'd hidden herself because of the shame of the picture being taken but now found herself glad she did even though there was no picture.

Megan didn't want the others to see her face. The sin on it from the thoughts trying to creep in. Emily's hand rubbed along her back and she trembled with each stroke. She felt empty down there and it was wrong. The aching emptiness of needing to be filled. Throbbing. Her nipples ached in time to the pulsing, aching hole in her belly and she whined with the need. Biting her lips, hoping her friends didn't hear her, she shuddered as Emily's gentle fingers scratched painfully into her back.

Painful but she wanted more of it. Megan arched her back, instinctively raising her ass slightly. Pain bloomed in her ass and she moved carefully, trying to position herself so that Emily rubbed her lower back. She wiggled her hips happily when Emily's palm pressed against her sacrum, four sharp points digging into the skin of her back and one against her ass cheek. Her skin bulged on her lower back and blonde hairs sprouted from the bulge.

No, Megan panted. No, no, no. This. This is wrooooohhhhh.

Megan pulled herself forward, raising her hips more with a quiet growl as Emily's hand slipped between her thighs.

At the computer, Hannah leaned over Lauren's shoulder while the other girl clicked through porn links. Hannah closed her eyes and breathed in Laura's scent - coconut from her body wash, the acrid smell of cigarettes from her parents and mix of flowers from her shampoo. Her jaw popped quietly and skin stretched almost imperceptibly to accommodate her changing face. The skin at the tip of her nose fractured into a pebbled texture and darkened.

Each girl wore simple pajamas for their little party and Hannah had made sure to pick her favorite from last year. She couldn't button the top two buttons of the top and it showed some of her cleavage. As she stood there, quietly sniffing the other girl, her shirt bulged, the top-most button straining to contain her growing breasts. Hannah nuzzled Lauren's neck as the top button popped free.

"Get off me, crazy," Lauren laughed. Hannah's nose was cold on her skin and sent an electric thrill down her spine. She grabbed her braid, pulling it over her other shoulder in a subconscious invitation.

Lauren licked her lips and swallowed and then swallowed again. For whatever reason, she kept drooling. Some heady scent had filled the air and it made her grit her teeth and drool. The young woman swallowed again as her canines rasped against each other.

God, I know I'm fucking horny when I think I'm smelling pussy, Lauren thought, shaking her head. She lapped at her lips and bared her growing fangs before swallowing again. Maybe I should leave early. Call Michelle and see if she's free. She's always up for a good fuck. And god, those legs. I just want to bury my muzzle between them and suck her dry. Licking and licking and biting and sucking until she's screaming from it.

The young girl pressed her head back into Hannah's face and sighed as her friend nuzzled back. Hannah licked the side of Lauren's face and Lauren moaned. The other girl's rough tongue rasped against Lauren's cheeks and lips. She turned herself more and opened her mouth as Hannah licked her again. Moaning, Lauren licked the other girl's face in return and their tongues met, twisting around each other before they pressed their faces together into a long, deep, moaning kiss. Fur sprouted on the back of Hannah's neck, beneath Lauren's fingers as she held her.

Emily held her head low, staring at her lap without really looking. She clawed at her friend, her mind a million miles away.

She was in heat. Badly. She felt the ache. The need. She needed cock and her mouth watered at the thought of it. Of being taken. Fucked. Sucking the guy off. She shuddered and breathed, shaking her head to try to clear it. The scent of sex flooded the room, driving her crazy. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her skin was on fire. A line of black fur sprouted from the back of her arm, growing in a line up to her bicep.

Megan whined loudly and Emily turned in a daze. Her friend was half covered by the blanket now, on her stomach with her ass raised. She was surprised to see her hand between Megan's thighs, rubbing against the girl's pussy. She could smell her and couldn't stop from drawing in a quick, deep breath. The heat within her flared.

Quickly, Emily pulled her hand away, holding it to her chest and then wincing at the pain of it. Looking down, she saw five black claws tipping each finger of her hand. She stared at it. Uncomprehending. It was... wrong, wasn't it? With a hiss, her other hand cramped, the tendons and muscles seizing. She squeezed at the hand and felt roughness on her palm. Turning to look at it, she noticed darker patches of skin lining the bottom of her fingers and palms. As she watched, pain lanced through her thumb and a dull black claw sliced through fingernail and skin as it grew forth.

"P- please," Megan whined. She pressed her ass against Emily's arm, clawing at the bed. The blanket slipped free to expose the girl's soaked pajama bottoms. Fur sprouted between the smooth swell of her breasts and she moaned, looking back at her friend. "It hurts. Please. I don't know what's wrong with me. I need. I need something. Oh god. Oh god I need it."

Emily pressed her padded paws against her head.

"No," the young girl gasped. "No. This isn't right. This-"

Burning wetness pressed against the thin fur of Emily's arm. She looked over to Megan's red face. Her friend had pulled her pajama pants down to expose her swollen sex.

"I'm sorry," Megan whined, rubbing back against her friend. Her voice was oddly twisted by the long, flat tongue and sharp canine teeth. "I'm sorry. I- I-"

Megan shuddered, burying her face, gnashing her canines at the blankets. Her hips jerked and twisted and the stub of her tail arched as it grew. Her pussy bulged, the lips twisting and pulling and folding until they met in the middle.

Bones cracked and Megan's pussy shifted, moving closer to her bare asshole. Clear liquid dribbled between the swollen trembling bitch's new pussy.

"Emilyyyyyyy," Megan moaned.

Emily stood and the room whirled around her. Her head and jaw hurt and her ears wouldn't stop twitching. They pulled at her skull as they grew to sharp points. Black fur continued to sprout from them until they were completely covered and the fur continued down to her jaw. She fell to her hands and knees at a sudden painful cramp.

With a hiss, Emily arched her back, raising her hips with her legs spread. She howled quietly at the pain and heat within. Clawing at the floor, she snapped her teeth as her muzzle grew. She needed to be mounted. The ache was beyond painful. She gasped as her back cracked, the bones of her spine bulging to push her small, growing tail out.

Emily stood and stumbled, her lightly furred shoulder against the door frame.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god no no no, she thought. Growling. Biting her blackened lips with fangs sharp enough to draw blood, she fought herself. And failed.

"N-Nick! I- I- I need you!" Emily called out, gasping at the undeniable thought of her brother knotting her.

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

Oops - double posted - second chapter is above!

Re: /r/gonewild Ch. 01 [Story / TF / TG / Multiple]
 

Chapter 3 of 3. Christ. Uhh. Listen. I didn't mean for the 4 girls part to be so long or so sex filled but, well, I mean, that's what it's supposed to be and trying to describe all four (and the other stuff that happens) just naturally takes a long time. Feel free to skim or to read it in parts. And I hope it came out okay.

Thanks for reading! I don't know that I'll do something like this again since it was mentally draining but I just wanted to put out a basic sexy bit of transformation without too much plot or ... anything in it. Just plain kinkiness. Way too much to track with all the changes and to keep it straight. Ouch. But, I tried to vary where I could.
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"What?" Mikela said, squinting her eyes again. The numbers wavered but continued to scroll. She saw "$200,000" just before all the lines broken apart into meaningless nothing. "That's. Wrong, isn't it?"

Looking down, the young woman blinked slowly at her belly. She blinked again, staring at the pink bulge below her belly button. Mikela touched the skin and was surprised when she felt her finger against the protruding udder. The skin was hard but smooth and warm to the touch and she liked the way it felt when she flicked the four teats. She laughed and wriggled, smiling at the pleasurable itch they made for her. Weird, she thought with a little laugh. Weird and funny!

"Oh," Mikela said, blinking and looking up at the computer screen. She knew it would tell her what was happening. She felt like it should - that it was smart. It told her things. The lines moved and she watched them, hypnotized. Her fingers slid across her udder, bumping over the two thick veins that stood out just below the surface. She giggled and then smacked her lips loudly.

A tiny black spot appeared on the bridge of Mikela's nose. It grew in size and she itched at it with her fingers and then pressed her hand against her face, feeling things move painfully below her skin. Her bones shifted and her face widened slightly but she took her hand away when it became painful to the touch.

"Tickles," Mikela spoke out loud. Her tongue thickened in her mouth and she smacked her lips wetly. Fine white hairs sprouted between her eyes. "Tickles down there. Feels. Good."

The young woman groaned and leaned forward. She felt a weight in her belly and her udder bulged again, the long, wrinkled teats twisting as they moved.

"Think," she said slowly. Words felt wrong to her. There were just so many of them and so hard to say or remember. She cradled her udder, rocking back and forth, shivering when the short, white and black fur on her arms tickled the sensitive skin. As her udder filled with milk, the pink skin began to turn pale. The bulging growth stretched and strained against her belly and the paleness seemed to burst as the skin turned a solid white. "Gotta pee. Maybe. Full."

A single dot of translucent liquid welled on the tip of one of the teats. It fell and another took its place. And another until a slow but steady drip caused her milk to course down her udder and soak into her skirt. A second teat began to drip as well. Her belly was sore and hot and painful and she twisted and pulled at the limp, elongated nipples instinctively.

Mikela shook her head. She tried to focus on the glowing thing again for help but a pinching pain in her back caused her to cry out. She stood and turned in circles over and over trying to find what hurt her until a shrinking part of her brain made her stop. Twisting her body, she looked at her wide, fat ass and saw a twitching stumpy tail lying between her ass cheeks.

The young woman reached to touch the tail and then fell to her knees with a thud. Her opened skirt, already straining, ripped as she spread her thick thighs. The clasps on her suspenders snapped and her stockings lay in tatters on her legs.

Her feet were cramped and painful. Mikela pulled herself slowly up to her bed. She turned, sitting and spreading her legs, her viewers long forgotten. Her big toes had merged with the toes next to them and the toenails were thick, jutting a full inch away from her feet. While she watched, the thin webbing between her toes grew up, pulling all of her toes into a large clump.

The heat that had filled her after starting her webcam session suddenly flared and everything else was pushed out of her shrinking mind. The pain and wonder of her growing udder no longer distracted her as immense amounts of hormones suddenly flooded her body. Mikela called out, raising her hips with her forming hooves as she squirted, spraying the monitor with her orgasm. She quivered, her hooves knocking together while she grabbed her bed sheets.

Patches of short white and black fur began to sprout along her body, covering her belly and thighs. Mikela shoved her fingers between her legs ungracefully, rubbing herself hard as another orgasm began to build. She couldn't stop it and again, squirted, the liquid arching up to her desk.

Mikela's pussy bulged and her lips pushed forth as it grew to match her new size. She gasped, lowing deep in her throat as yet another orgasm built within her. It wasn't enough. She wasn't sure whether she'd ever have enough. Her last rational thought slipped away and she tugged at her thick new pussy lips, opening herself to the camera and the hidden viewers.

With a free hand, Mikela tore her straining panties and then pulled her shirt up to expose her small breasts. She massaged and squeezed her tit and it responded to her touch. Milk ducts and fat tissue formed beneath the soft skin and both breasts began to grow, just as the fur from her belly crept up to cover both of them. They flattened on her chest as they swelled, the nipples erect and nearly as long as her teats.

"Oh! Oh! Oooooohhhh!" Mikela jerked, twisting her head and hips from another orgasm. Her left horn caught in the bedsheet and she grunted, trying to tug her head free until giving up to pleasure herself more. Her face cracked, tears leaking from her eyes as her wide cow's face formed.

A deep voice caught the young woman's attention. She looked toward the doorway to see an older gentlemen in a suit. He held a cellphone in one hand and seemed to be listening to the conversation, replying with a single word now and again.

"Oh, hey! Hey! Muhh- Muuuuh- Mister! Fuck?" Mikela said, opening her pussy to show the man how wet she was. "Fuck me?"

The man said something quietly on the phone and then nodded, putting the device away. He approached Mikela and turned to the monitor.

"We have our winning bid at $1,250,000. I thank everyone for their participation and hope that you will all return for next year's auction. And do remember to check the other streams for any unfinished bidding. We have quite a few interesting specimens available."

Mikela finally freed her horn and crawled to the man on her hands and knees. Her long tail flicked excitedly behind her, the tuft of fur on the end of it whicking against the bed. Her large breasts and full udder hung heavily below her while her pussy glistened in the light. With each movement, her heavy hooves knocked loudly against each other.

"Fuck me?" Mikela asked hopefully. "I'm- I'm- Cock?"

The man patted Mikela's shoulder and he smiled at her.

"Oh no, love," he told her with a British accent. "But someone else will. Here, let's get you standing and dressed. We have a long flight ahead of us to meet your new master."

"Muuh- muuuuuuuuh- master?" Mikela said, her tail thudding against the bed while she stood on her hooves. She pressed her breasts against the man and reached for his cock but he moved her hand away gently.

"Yes," the man replied as he walked Mikela out of the room. "Come along now."

"Muuuuuhh- milk," Mikela frowned, groaning and squeezing her udder. She pulled at one of the still dripping teats and a thin stream of liquid sprayed the ground. The girl moaned and leaned against the man for support. "Oh. Ohhh. Muh-Milk? Me?"

"Soon, my dear," the man said, covering Mikela with a large coat. He led her out of the house and into a waiting limo that rocked as she awkwardly got in. The man patted her arm reassuringly as the car pulled away from the curb. "The farm has everything you'll need."

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Don stopped at the bedroom door, tucking his hair behind his ears. His stomach fluttered with anxious energy as a tiny voice screamed in the very back of his mind. He frowned, smoothing his hair and then walked into his bedroom.

Mike sat on the bed, watching a video on his phone. Don took him in with a blushing smile. The butterflies seemed to have moved further south and he groaned, slipping further away from the dwindling voice. His hair slid along his shoulders and they cracked, the clavicles grinding as they shortened, pulling his wide shoulders in. Mike dropped the soda and leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey, whoa, you okay," Mike asked, immediately up and c. Don turned to his friend and Mike stumbled, his eyes widening. "What the fu-"

Cutting his friend off, Don leaned in for a kiss, unable to stop himself any longer. All he wanted was to feel Mike's arms around him. Strong and protective. To let himself go while the man cared for him. And, in return, Don would show him how he took care of Mike.

Mike took the kiss unexpectedly and their tongues met. There was an odd, sharp taste in Don's mouth but he was too shocked to even notice as Don's arms pulled him tight, fingers exploring Mike's back and ass.

Pushing away, Mike broke the two apart and stared at his friend in disbelief. Don smiled coyly and Mike watched as the other man's lips seemed to grow more plump, the skin stretching as the lips curled into a thick, full pout. Above the lips, Don's cheekbones continued to shift, leaving barely a trace of the boy's features behind.

Mike stumbled, shaking his head as he realized that his friend was wearing the girl's face from the picture on the Internet.

"Wha- whuuuuh-" Mike said, shaking his head as his ass hit Don's desk.

Dawn moved to her friend, kissing him lightly on the mouth. This time Mike kissed back before pulling away.

"Don't!" Mike said, standing and stumbling again. He felt off. Drugged or drunk or something. He turned and the room took a moment to catch up. He fell when he caught the edge of the bed against his legs. "St- stay away, man!"

Kneeling before her friend, Dawn spread Mike's legs and unzipped him.

"Oh, Mike," Dawn said with a happy sigh. She pulled the boy's underwear down to reveal his limp cock. "I've wanted you for so long."

"No-" Mike said slowly. "Wait. That's-"

Dawn pulled her shirt off, revealing her flat, hairless chest. She caressed her friend's cock, teasing it awake. Her wide fingers flared with pain and she groaned as they slimmed down, the roughness from years of work and football practice wearing away into incredible softness. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of her friend's cock and it responded to her touch.

"Do you want me to stop, Mike?" Dawn asked with a smile. She kissed along the length of him with her full lips and Mike groaned. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N- Noooo," Mike said, gripping Dawn's hair to push her back down. "M- more. Your mouth."

Dawn smiled triumphantly, flashing perfect white little teeth. She licked up the length of Mike's cock and then pulled it into her mouth with a lustful groan. She unzipped her own pants as she wrapped her tongue around her friend's cock.

Playing and squeezing with her own struggling erection, Dawn began to slowly bob up and down, working as much spit as she could into her mouth. Mike's manhood filled her small hands and she felt the wetness inside of her as she knew how close he was.

"Wait," Mike gasped, pulling Dawn's hair. Dawn pouted, trying to put Mike's cock back in her mouth but he was too strong for her. "Wait. I want- I want you. Come here. Come- come here."

With a sigh, Dawn pulled her pants down. Her small cock hung limp and sore. She felt herself blush and the voice in the back of her mind surged forth again but she stuffed it away. Dawn crawled into the bed, straddling her friend as she had in her imagination earlier. She pressed her ass down on Mike's cock and began grinding back and forth.

Mike grabbed Dawn's ass and Dawn groaned, lowering herself to her hands above her lover. He squeezed and fondled and kneaded her while she grinded against him.

She felt it building inside of her and a sudden heat flushed through her body, making her lose her rhythm. Her uterus formed within her wide hips and her testicles pulled inside, moving and changing as it traveled deep within to form her ovaries.

"Oh god," Dawn cried out. "Oh god oh god I'm almost there, almost there almost there almost-"

A slit formed beneath Dawn's limp cock and she screamed, falling against Mike's large, warm chest as she shuddered from the sensation of it. Her pussy widened and she felt Mike's cock against her growing sex. Liquid gushed out of her - built up from her overwhelming excitement - leaving them both covered in her juices.

"F- fuck," Dawn gasped after an experimental movement. She felt her cock against Mike's pubic hair and could feel almost every single one of his hairs. It was so incredibly sensitive. Mike tried to move but Dawn gripped his arms. "N- no. Wait. Wait. Too much. Wait."

Slowly, Dawn's cock pulled back and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. She felt herself on the edge of a release but it was too much to bear and her orgasm wavered. Slowly the cock shrunk until it slid beneath a wrinkled flap of skin. She could feel it there and she pushed, moaning as her new clit pressed against Mike's hardness.

Mike's cock was slick with her juices and Dawn found herself moving more and more, pressing herself back up with her hands and smiling down at her partner. He grinned up at her, dazed but smiling, reaching up to cup her cheek before grabbing her hair.

Dawn moved an inch too much and Mike shifted and the head of his cock pressed against her new pussy. They froze. Dawn's heartbeat hammered at her flat chest and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Slowly, Mike pressed himself into her and Dawn's eyes fluttered up, threatening to roll back into her head. The feeling of him inside of her was both alien and not at the same time. It felt amazing and yet hurt almost too much to bear as Mike took Dawn's virginity.

"It's- too- much," Dawn gasped as the head of Mike's cock entered her completely. "Are you all the way in, baby? I can't take any more. I can't- OH SHIT!"

Mike pressed himself further in and Dawn screamed, clawing at his arms and chest with her long, clear nails. She wept in pain but didn't dare move. Just beyond the pain was the pleasure of her lover deep inside of her. And yet he moved again, pushing in even deeper. She couldn't believe how far inside of her he was. Surely she couldn't take any more. Surely her body couldn't-

It could. Mike pushed in as deep as he could and Dawn opened her mouth in a silent scream. Blood dribbled between her pussy lips, mixing with her juices.

"It's too much," Dawn gasped. "Too much. Oh god no. It hurts. It hurts so-ooooooh."

Mike's mouth found Dawn's tiny nipples. Dawn moaned, shifting her hips as his tongue lapped and flicked at them. She leaned into him, forgetting the pain between her legs. Her pussy relaxed as he sucked at the skin around her nipples.

And the skin responded. Around Dawn's pale pink nipples, the skin darkened and bubbled in a large areola. He sucked and the skin puckered, swelling at the attention it was receiving.

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Dawn's breasts began to form and she gripped the bed sheets as they did.

Mike pinched the small nipple that still lay flat on her chest, rolling it between his fingers and it thickened as his touch, the skin beneath bulging out. Dawn found herself rocking her hips without noticing, fucking her friend's cock as he sucked at her growing breasts. The pain was gone, replaced by an indescribable pleasure and the growing orgasm deep in her belly.

Moaning, gasping, sweating, Dawn slapped her large ass down against Mike's legs again and again, impaling herself on his cock while her breasts grew. They overflowed his fingers now, hanging full and heavy beneath him but Dawn barely noticed. Her whole world was the centered between her thighs.

"Oh, oh baby," Dawn moaned, not even paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth. "Am I your good slut, baby? Am I your good girl? Oh god, you feel so good, oh fuck, you're so big and I'm such a dirty little whore I-"

Mike jackknifed, hissing and grabbing Dawn's ass as he came deep inside of her. His cock swelled and throbbed and Dawn felt him fill her. Mike's fingers dug in deep and his fingernails began to lengthen, scratching along Dawn's ass. The young man screamed out and his voice cracked at the end.

"Don't stop don't don't stop don't stop-" Dawn pleaded. She was so close. So close. "Oh god yes yes yes yes right there don't stop don't-"

Dawn threw her head back, her long brown curly hair reaching her ass and she worked her jaw soundlessly as her entire body shook. Her pussy convulsed around Mike's cock, milking him for more and she clawed at her lover's chest with her long nails. Cum spurted out between Dawn's slick lips.

"Oh god," Dawn said breathlessly, collapsing against Mike's chest. She felt him shrinking inside of her and even that felt amazing. "Oh fuck. That- That was-"

"Yeah," Mike said with a dreamy smile, his voice higher pitched than it head been. His short black hair slowly pooled around the back of his head as it grew out. "Yeah. Fuckin' A it was."

Silence filled the room as the two lovers held each other. Dawn toyed with Mike's nipple, watching the tiny little thing grow larger and larger as the skin around it turned soft and loose. In the distance, a car door slammed and Dawn heard someone messing with the door.

Mike's breasts began to bulge on his chest as a young man in a dark suit knocked politely on Dawn's bedroom door frame.

"Excuse me, ladies," the man said. Both Dawn and Mike looked up expectantly. He held two dry cleaning bags. They could see a length of shimmering dresses coming from the bottom of each bag. "I have a car waiting. You're both the guests of honor at the club tonight."

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"Well?" Brian asked, his eyes on the TV. "I- oh what the shit?!"

Brian pushed himself frantically back against the couch as Ashley came into the room. She could smell the terror on him and she growled in response. She chuckled at him with her hitching laugh and then bared her fangs.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck what's-"

Ashley leapt at her husband, slamming into him. The couch cracked, breaking apart under her weight and ferocity. She held him by the hair, her long, deadly claws lightly pressed against his cheekbone. Reaching her long neck forward, she huffed at him and then growled. He smelled of piss and pure terror.

Letting her husband go, Ashley stood up over him. He had pissed himself and, as she let him go, he quickly pulled himself back against the wall. The whites of his eyes showed while he tried to look around the room. Ashley rolled her neck as it lengthened further. She smiled at him, showing her teeth in her half-muzzle and Brian stuttered in confusion and fear as she stepped closer.

"I- I- I- wh- wha- what-" Brian tried to say.

Ashley gripped her long clit and pushed it forward, rubbing it against his cheek. The man jerked back as if it were on fire. Ashley growled and pressed her clit against his lips this time.

"Suck. It." Ashley's voice was rough and the words were difficult for her to form - physically and mentally. He'd interrupted her and was a male. It was his job to pleasure her. She would show him if he forgot.

"N- no fuckin' way!" Brian protested, turning his cheek.

With a loud, deep growl, Ashley bent down and touched a claw against Brian's throat. With the slightest of pressure, she dragged it along and a thin line of blood leaked from the cut. She stood again.

Sobbing, Brian reached for her clit with a shaking hand. Ashley chuckled quietly as his hand gripped it. When he made no further move, her odd laughed turned into a growl. Before he could change his mind, Brian licked the tip of her clit.

"More." Ashley commanded. Her voice broke at the end of the word, her throat changing to fit her growing form.

"Oh god oh god oh god," Brian said quietly. Carefully, slowly, he took Ashley's long clit into his mouth. She groaned and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. When he took it out of his mouth to beg to stop, she grabbed his head and pushed it further down, guiding the male to show him what she wanted. He gagged on it, tears filling the corner of his eyes.

She bared her teeth at him. He would learn his role or she would find another. She laughed loud, cackling deep within her chest. She'd find another anyway whether he was good or not. And more than that.

Brian sucked his wife's strange, elongated clit. Despite his terror and the thought of what he was doing, he found it wasn't an unpleasant taste. And the texture was almost the same as her human clit. He looked at it while bobbing his head. Feeling himself grow hard. His nostrils flared and he could smell her. Her excitement. It fed into him and he worked his head faster. It was actually a really good taste, he decided.

Moving closer to his wife, Brian pulled her clit away and licked the length of it. He held her ass with one hand, kneading it while he pleasured her. Claws slid from the fingers gripping her furry ass. He laughed as he licked, surprised at how stupid he was for resisting before. With each lap of his tongue, it grew longer. His neck cracked painfully and he hissed, barely pausing before going back to what he was doing. He couldn't stop. Not because she might kill him but because that was his purpose.

Fur sprouted from Brian's shoulders, brown and black, growing down his arms and up his lengthening neck. He could feel his own cock throbbing and he reached for it.

Brian blinked. He hurt and he was on the floor but couldn't remember what happened. He tasted blood and ran his tongue around his mouth, feeling his growing fangs. What happened?

She was there, he saw. She.

Ashley pointed at Brian's cock. "No," she said gravelly. "No. Me."

Brian bowed his head, laughing nervously. He groaned as his chest expanded, his beer gut pulling into a hard stomach. His shirt split to reveal patchy wet fur mixed with sweaty skin. A small stump of a tail was held low at the base of his spine.

Of course, he thought. Of course. Her first. Always Her. I can't believe I thought of touching myself without Her permission.

He crawled to Ashley on hands and knees, abasing himself and reaching for her clit. When she allowed him to touch her, he barked out a nervous, happy laugh. But, she pushed his head lower and although he cocked his head in confusion for a moment, he quickly realised what she wanted. Brian lapped at his wife's furry pussy, his stubby tail growing and arching above his back.

Ashley groaned as she felt her orgasm grow again. She went to her knees and Brian followed, not missing a single lick. She growled at him and lowered herself to her back, wondering for a brief moment if she was making a mistake but knew instantly that he was hers. She ripped the rest of her shirt off while he licked her and when she felt a claw go between her swollen lips, she boxed Brian's fur-tipped ears with a growl. He chuckled nervously and quickly bent back down with his mouth.

She rode out the pleasure, squeezing and kneading her own breasts while her husband worked on her. Slowly, slowly the orgasm built and she took great pleasure in feeling it grow. She didn't care how much time had passed or whether her husband was growing tired; he knew not to stop until she was done.

And she was close. So close. She gripped her husband's fur and ears with a huge clawed hand, pushing him hard against her clit and pussy and his long tongue lapped frantically at her, his claws digging carefully into her muscled thighs. The growl started deep in her throat, growing louder and louder until her orgasm burst. She bucked laughing and twisting and chuckling and clawing, hearing her husband's pained whine as she accidentally struck him. She rode the aftershocks until she was entirely spent.

Exhausted. Pleased.

After a moment, she felt a hesitant touch on her arm. She looked over to see Brian squatting next to her. His red cock was out of its sheath and he was showing it to her.

Ashley cuffed him hard across the muzzle and he fell without a sound, lowering himself to the ground in front of her. She stood, staring at him, daring him to look up at her or offer challenge. Minutes passed as he trembled in front of her.

The rumble of a car's engine made them both look up. They heard it approach and Brian stood, the top of his muzzle reaching his wife's shoulder. The car stopped at their house and a door opened and closed. Brian immediately moved around to the corner at the side of the door and Ashley moved opposite him, drawing the coming attention away from her husband.

With a bang, the front door broke open and two men stepped in, both in military gear and both eyeing Ashley.

"Easy there, sweetheart," one man said. He had a shotgun pointed directly at Ashley. He stood behind the other man, who knelt with his own gun drawn. "These aren't shells but they'll still sting and bring even you down."

"Christ," the kneeling man said. "What an ugly motherfu-"

Brian crashed into both men silently and Ashley leapt in after him. The shotgun went off, its barrel pointed directly up and the two men screamed before Ashley and Brian tore into them, crunching through the bones in their neck.

With the men down, Brian backed away carefully, leaving Ashley to feast. When she'd had her fill, she walked away, uninterested while Brian moved in. A few minutes later, a crackling noise filled the air.

"Echo team," the small radio blared. "Do you copy? Is the target secured? Echo do you copy? What is your status?"

Ashley growled and Brian moved to stand behind her. She looked around their house, huffed and ran into the night. Brian trailed behind her.

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Lauren lapped at Hannah's mouth, her long, wide tongue twisting around her friend's tongue in a sloppy, wet kiss. Hannah sat on Lauren's leg, whining as she humped against her friend, grinding her swollen clit over and over.

The two girls broke their kiss and Hannah fell against her friend, panting and gasping while her hips worked back and forth. Lauren could feel her friend's pussy soaking through their pajama bottoms. Hot and wet and that smell driving her wild.

Grabbing Hannah's curly hair in one hand, Lauren pulled the girl's head back roughly with an excited growl, baring her fangs.

"O-oh," Hannah moaned, her hips jerking on Lauren's thigh. She reached behind her friend, gripping the back of the chair as brown fur sprouted from her forearms. She'd never had a partner be rough with her before. Never had a dominant lover. She could feel the sticky wetness between her large thighs. The young girl licked her lips, her wider, blackened nose flaring to take in her own scent. "Fuuuck."

Lauren growled, her lips vibrating. Her jaw popped and she swallowed, blinking away a sharp pain to watch her nose push out in front of her eyes. Ignoring the pain, she grabbed one of Hannah's breasts in one hand, squeezing it painfully while leaning in to bite gently at the other girl's throat. Hannah shook on her lap, her sudden excitement expressed in rapid, high pitched whines.

"Oh god, Lauren, oh god, oh fuck," Hannah mumbled, her head buzzing and burning. Everything was too much. She could smell her own pussy and the powerful, heady scent wafting from between Lauren's thighs. More sex around her. More heat. Others but she couldn't concentrate on them. And the sounds - someone whining. The music playing too loud. The porn still playing. The two boys and their video game and oh fucking hell she could smell them, too now. "Am I- Am I your good girl, Lauren? Am I? Oh fuck am I your good girl?"

A button popped on Hannah's top. The soft, creamy skin of her large breasts were overflowing her bra and Lauren watched as a single fat nipple escaped from the girl's bra. Lauren growled, heat pulsing from her pussy to her face in a sudden rush. She leaned forward. Slowly. Her long, dog's tongue reaching out to lap at the sweat beading between Hannah's growing breasts. With a low moan, she ran her tongue up the girl's breast and over her nipple. She felt hairs tickling her tongue and, with another slow, rasping lick, felt the fur sprouting on Hannah's chest.

"Good girl," Hannah gasped. Her mind was on fire. Picturing herself naked, thrown to the ground. Lauren behind her. Inexplicably, the black-haired girl had a cock and, in her mind, Hannah felt herself flex, showing her dripping pussy. "M-mount. Fuck. Fuck me."

Lauren grabbed Hannah's shirt and pulled, snapping the other girl's bra and popping buttons along the front. Thick fur was spreading from her belly button and up to her swelling breasts. Lauren slipped a rough padded claw into the girl's pants, clawing at her ass and feeling the light fur covering her there. She spread Hannah's ass, pushing her down hard onto her own leg and inhaling as the girl's scent filled her head.

On the other side of the room, Emily leaned against the bedroom door, panting. She whined as her jaw cracked, pushing further into a muzzle.

"N-nick," Emily groaned. She pressed her hand between her thighs, rubbing her swollen sex. Her pajamas slipped down to expose her ass as her tail grew, thick as her wrist. She could see Megan crawling to her on hands and knees, the girl's pants down around her knees to expose her black, folded pussy lips.

Emily pulled her own pants down and whined in frustration when she saw her still-human sex. It felt wrong and she growled at Megan - worrying that Nick would choose her to mate with. She was wrong and Nick would see that. He would mate with Megan and leave her aching and useless and oh god I need to be mounted, Emily thought.

Something popped in Emily's face, just under her nose and she suddenly smelled Nick moments before he knocked on their door. She turned to Megan, anger flashing in her eyes as she growled. Fur sprouted from the back of her neck to stand on end. Megan bowed her head, backing away.

"Hey, did you-" Nick asked as Emily fumbled with the door and opened it.

Emily grabbed her brother, pulling him to the floor with a loud thump. He yelled and then groaned when his head hit the ground. Emily licked his face in concern, pressing her body against him and shuddering at the nearness of his cock. Of the thought of being fucked. Mounted. She gasped, pressing her head down next to her brother's cheek as her heat flooded into her and her pointed, furred ears flicked back.

Holding him close, Emily pressed her breasts against him and slid back, her thick tail arching and quivering above her back. She went to her knees over him, growling at the pressure in her chest when her breasts strained against her bra. Fur sprouted from her mound, growing up in waves. She slid her paw down into her pants to pull at the thick tift growing there. Buttons popped on her shirt but the young girl clawed at her pants, desperate to free her aching sex.

Megan bowed her head and stretched, feeling all the joints and bones in her aching body pop. She sighed, exhaling long and hard when she raised herself up on her toes and stretched her arms far in front of herself. Breathing deeply and slowly, she tried to focus and push away the urges growing within. She licked her lips and growled, ears down while picturing a rosary in her paws, focusing on the prayers said with each bead. She whined as the words slipped from her mind.

The young girl knew about sex as a concept. She even found herself attracted to certain boys at school. And, sometimes, when her blood came, she would find herself restless and energetic and distracted. When it was at its worst, she'd think about a boy in her class touching her and kissing her gently. Holding her in his arms. Telling her he'd be there for her. They would date and get married and he'd make love to her on their wedding night. There'd be children, too, eventually. But that was only when her period was at its worst. She managed otherwise and never let her mind wander too far.

This. This was different. She could feel the air, warm as it was, cool against her burning pussy. She trembled at the thought of it. She didn't know exactly what she needed. Confusing images clashed in her mind. All she knew was that she was empty and needed to be touched. Not held gently but rubbed. On her sex. And filled. Inside of it. Deep inside. The young girl moaned and trembled, licking her lips again. Images flashed in her mind. Slick redness that made her drool. And fur. Thick fur on her back, pressing against her.

Megan crept closer to Emily, head bowed and tail down between her thighs. She grit her teeth at the sudden pain in her feet, sparing a quick glance to see her little toes pulling up into short dewclaws as her paws grew into place.

The scent of the other male made Megan pause. She tipped her muzzle back, taking in deep breaths of him and squirming at the need clawing deep in her guts. She shook her head as the image of dogs filled her mind. Thin red cocks swelling from their bellies from their over excitement at being petted. As a child, she knew no better but as she'd grown older, the sight embarrassed her even without her even understanding why exactly.

Now, though. Now she felt her wet thighs rubbing together and the drool in her mouth as she pictured a big happy dog's thick red cock sliding smoothly from a furry sheath. Megan gasped, biting her lips with her fangs, pressing her exposed bitch's pussy against the carpet, rubbing it back and forth as she imagined the big dog climbing onto her back.

No, she thought, shaking her muzzle fiercely. No. Married. Hus-huband. Hold me. Tight. Love me. Children. Happy little children. Love me. Make love me. To me.

Pinching pain along Megan's belly made her stop as her stomach clenched. She whined loudly, leaning forward to her knees and forearms. Along her belly, little milk ducts formed beneath her growing teats. The skin on her stomach puckered and twisted into new little nipples.

"Oh. God," Megan whispered quietly. She clenched her eyes shut, licking at her cold nose. The happy little children in her memories ran to her and memory-her pulled them into her lap. She was naked and her fuzzy little children nuzzled against her as she lie on her side, each sucking at her teats, rooting through her fur to find them. She could feel the excitement of it coursing through her body. "G-god. Oh. Y-yes. Yesssss."

"Everything okay in there, Nick?" A voice called. "Where's the light, man? I can't see anything."

Megan groaned. Fur slid from her skin around her calves and back of her thighs. Her too-tight bra (her mother refused to believe her daughter was growing) pinged as the clasps snapped. Her breasts swelled under her, drops of sweat sliding from her collarbones, down her breast to the tips of her nipples. She shivered at their touch and then groaned as her breasts continued to grow, her nipples dragging along the rough pajama top.

"Yo, Nick?"

The hallway beyond the bedroom was dark but, to Megan's eyes, the black turned a light purple and she could faintly see Nick's friend fumbling around with his arms stretched out. She went to him on all fours, giving wide berth to Nick and Emily.

"Is, is someone there?" Justin called. He saw something move and then felt pressure against his crotch. The young man screamed and fell back against the wall. Squinting his eyes, he looked down at the girl grabbing at his pants. Her head was down but he could see her tits through her open shirt and her bare ass and, he cocked his head in confusion at the shape above her ass. "H- Hey did Nick set you - ow, fuck!"

Megan's claws tore through the tops of Justin's pants in her excitement. Her tail thumped at the ground and she pulled down, exposing the young man's cock. It wasn't like the ones running through her head but she knew it was what she needed. She held the boy in her large paws and lapped at his manhood, feeling it grow against her tongue. Her ass and tail wriggled in excitement.

"Oh, oh Jesus fuck," Justin said, his head back and his fingers clenched in Megan's hair. "Wait- wait not so fast. I'm still- I'm a vir-"

Megan barked loudly in surprise as Justin's cock swelled against her muzzle. He came, covering her blonde fur with his thick, white cum. She cleaned herself quickly, running her long tongue around her lips and up to her nose and cheeks. The smell and taste only made the ache that much worse.

Standing, she pressed herself against him, feeling his still-hard cock in the thick fur above her pussy. It surged against her belly and she felt the stickiness of him against a bare patch of skin. Her teats dragged against his shirt as she kissed him roughly, forcing her tongue down his throat. He struggled against her but slowly, calmed, his arms now reaching around her body, fingers digging into her thick fur.

"Fu- Fuu---" Justin said, smacking his lips. He was still improbably hard, his cock rubbing against Megan's body. He leaned into her with a growl to suck at her nipple but pain flared in his cock and Justin fell to his knees, clutching his stomach as claws bulged from under his nails.

Justin's throbbing cock strained, elongating just as the skin at the base of it bulged into the start of a knot. Megan barked loudly and then moaned, going to all fours. She turned, presenting herself to the boy, pressing her hips back to rub her pussy against Justin's changing manhood. Every single thought she had was pushed away, replaced with the image of his pointed, reddened cock slipping into her.

Back in the room, Lauren pushed Hannah to the ground. Hannah rocked her hips to find a comfortable position for her growing tail and then leaned her head back as Lauren shoved her face between Hannah's thighs. Lauren leaned in, gripping Hannah's legs with her claws as she lapped at the other girl's soaked pajamas. Grabbing Hannah's pajamas and panties in her teeth, she pulled, growling, shaking and moving her head until Hannah's pussy was bare.

Lauren barked, licked her lips and then groaned, arching her back before lowering her stomach. New instincts were clashing within her. Forced into her. She shook her muzzle and growled at the thought of a male approaching her, it's cock dripping beneath it's furred belly. The need to be fucked and filled - to feel the male probing at her pussy, biting the back of her neck warred with her love of women. She growled again and bent to Hannah, slipping her wide tongue between the girl's quivering, wet lips.

Hannah whined and twisted, laying her sore feet on Lauren's back. She clawed at the ground, panting and moaning as fur crept up the side of her breasts. Pain lanced through her stomach and she clawed at her belly, feeling the skin soften in spots. She pressed the rough padding on her palms against the skin and it made her shake even more. Nerves cried out along her body while she massaged her growing teats, scratching along the nipples forming at the center of each small breast. Fur twisted among her pubic hair until the well trimmed patch vanished and the fur continued to grow up, hiding each new teat until her belly was completely covered. She could feel her orgasm growing but it frustrated her.

Emily turned, pushing her pussy against Nick's face as she fumbled with the buttons of his pants. She froze as her brother's nose pressed against her clit and then began moving against him, spreading her juices all over his face and mouth and nose. With a desperate whine, she pulled at his pants and he bucked, arms flailing as her claws sliced through his jeans and underwear, cutting his cock. She lapped at her brother's manhood with her ears held back, feeling shame at causing her pain. His blood was sharp on her tongue.

"Guh- guuhhh offf!" Nick yelled pushing at her. The boy shoved his sister and she rolled away, coming up on all fours. Her breasts, heavy and swollen hung free on her furry chest. "Em? What the- urgh!"

Nick went to his hands and knees, gasping in pain. He looked up at his sister, his brow furrowed and his lips held back over teeth suddenly too large for his mouth. Sweat and his sister's wetness glistened on his face and a thick rope of drool fell from the corner of his mouth.

"What did you doooo too meee-uuugrh!" Nick threw his head back and howled. Thick skin grew from the around the boy's testicles and down to the base of his cock, forming his new sheath. Black hairs sprouted from his sheath as his cock, throbbing in the open air, bulged. Pre-cum dribbled freely while it reshaped into a dog's pointed tip. His sheath bulged and the cock pushed further to expose his swelling knot.

Slamming the ground, Nick tore at his shirt, leaving red marks along his hard chest. Blood welled just under his left nipple as a single black claw from his right hand dug into his skin. His jaw cracked as his ears lengthened and tiny black dots appeared along his lower belly, sprouting into patches of fur.

Emily couldn't take her eyes from her brother's huge, bulging red cock. She went to him, reached for him but then watched as the room spun around her. She was on her belly, her larger, furry breasts pressed against the carpet. She could feel Nick's rough hand on the back of her throat and his weight against her ass. His cock was hot and incredibly hard and she could feel his cum dripping against her fur.

"You. Did. This. TO ME!" Nick roared, his spit flying through the air. He growled, grabbing her hands with his, holding her down. Emily tried to move until she felt her brother's fangs on her shoulder. She froze, quivering under him. His teeth vibrated and, incredibly, she felt herself grow even more excited.

The young girl spread her thighs for her brother as she felt his cock probing between her legs. She raised her hips, encouraging him to enter her and then hissed through clenched teeth as his pointed cock slid easily between her soaking, swollen pussy lips.

In the hallway, Justin pounded into Megan. They'd moved closer to the bedroom and lay in view of the four inside but Megan didn't care. Couldn't care. All she knew was the building storm between her thighs and the pain every time Justin's knot pressed against her pussy. She dug her claws into the carpet to anchor herself and pressed her back up against Justin's furry chest, slamming her hips down to meet his thrusts.

Megan's muzzle was open and her eyes distant, dazed. Her panted and whined and moaned, licking her lips as she forced herself back harder and harder. The pain of him inside of her drove her wild and she wanted more. If she were human - if she still had words, she'd be begging him to claw and bite her bloody.

Her first orgasm rocked Megan's body and she screamed, her voice almost human as she shook under Justin. The boy leaned back, grabbing her tail painfully and Megan howled, shaking from a second orgasm, her pussy clenching around Justin's cock over and over until he slipped free of her. She whined at him uselessly, shaking uncontrollably as Justin stood on heavy paws.

Justin stepped into the room, glancing around. Nick had mounted Emily and the two were rutting to the side. He looked over and spotted Lauren. The boy growled, showing his teeth in a rough smile. He fell to all fours and went to her, shoving his muzzle against her pussy, barking as she snapped at him. Justin's ears flattened and he growled in reply.

Lauren's traitorous body moved, lowering her chest while raising her hips to Justin's muzzle. The back of her shirt split in a line down her spine to expose sweaty skin and patches of black fur. The young girl fought the urge to present herself. Fought against the heat rising in her. Fought against the image of a knot bulging her pussy. She lost the struggle and, instead, gasped, biting at Megan's thigh at the raw desire coursing through her.

Justin pulled Lauren's pants down, clawing down her thigh. Clear liquid spurted from between the young girl's pussy as the pink lips swelled. Bones creaked and cracked and shifted until her thick dog's pussy bulged from between her thighs. She lowered her hips and spread her thighs and then went back to pleasuring Hannah.

Wasting no time, Justin mounted Lauren. With his cock still slick with Megan's cum, he easily slid into the girl's changed pussy and she whined, pressing her muzzle against Hannah's stomach.

Megan crawled into the bedroom on shaking arms and legs. She lay heavily on her side, between the two males as the rutted with the females.

Em, she thought. She shivered. Her body shook again and she gasped as small aftershocks crashed through her body. Em. Em-ly? Emily? What?

Looking around her, Megan felt small pieces of her return. She felt her cheeks burn as she watched Nick fucking his sister. Emily was crying out and Megan could see her tight pussy clenching against Nick's slick red cock. She couldn't stop staring at the male- no, Nick. Is. Nick- at Nick's knot. She gasped and rubbed her legs together, twisting them over and over as she imagined him inside of her.

As she imagined her friend's brother mounting her and knotting her.

Megan's clawed feet scratched along her furry legs as she turned to hide her embarrassment and growing need. She found herself staring at Justin now, rocked back onto his large paws, claws digging into Lauren's furry ass, pounding his cock into her. Megan's breathing quickened, her larger breasts rising and falling as she smelled herself on the boy. Her mate. Hers. Her smell on his cock and now Lauren on him, too. She felt anger and hunger and the unstoppable ache between her thighs again.

Suddenly, Lauren threw her head back and howled and Megan could smell Justin's cum as he filled the girl with his seed. Megan went to them and pulled Justin off of Lauren, forcing herself down onto his cock, forcing him to his back as she rode him, claws in his chest. He was still cumming, had sprayed her stomach fur before she was able to guide him into her.

"My," Megan gasped. "Mate. My. Mate. Mymatemymatemymate!"

Justin gripped Megan's ass, slamming her down onto him. Knotting her completely. She howled as the others had and her vision went white. She collapsed onto Justin, shaking and clawing and snapping and kicking as her orgasm tore through her. He held her tight, licking at her muzzle while she calmed. She could feel him, deep inside of her. She smiled as she felt him tense within her, his cum mixing with her wetness.

In their passions, none of them noticed the two soldiers as they approached.

"Fuck, would you look at that," one of the soldiers said.

"Yeah, I see it. Fucking stinks in here. Jesus," the other replied. "And there's six of them, not four like we were told. How you want to do this?"[br /]
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Hannah propped herself up on her elbow, her massive furred tits hanging low and to her sides. She licked her lips lazily and pushed Lauren's muzzle off of her stomach. She stood, stretching luxuriously on her paws, thrusting her heavy chest forward with a jaw-cracking yawn. She smacked her lips and walked to the door.

The two soldiers raised their guns and Hannah stopped, cocking her head. She sniffed and whined, pawing at the tuft of fur over her clit. She walked more slowly and the soldiers followed her progress with their rifles.

"Christ," the first one said. "Do you see how huge her tits are?"

"Yeah, I'm not fucking blind am I?"

"How much time do we have?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No, you're not going to fuck that... that thing."

"Aww come on, mate. That's what they're for. You think we can afford them once we pass them over? Fucking-a. Neither of makes that much money ever."

"We have to- hey, get off!" The second soldier said. Hannah kneeled before him, her tail wagging vigorously as she rubbed her muzzle against the man's crotch.

"Haha," the first soldier laughed. "She likes you, mate. Come on. Have a quick shag and get them loaded and nobody's the wiser."

Lauren stared at the first soldier. She blinked and shook her head, growling quietly. Her thoughts were slowly returning. Slowly. She could remember her name ("Lair-in", she thought proudly, her tail thumping twice) and her friend's name ("Em. Emmmm.") and that all of this was wrong. Somehow. Her eyes traced down to the man's crotch and she pressed her furry thighs together. The fur was matted with her and the male's cum and their sweat. She could smell all of it and it made her stomach twist into painfully pleasurable knots.

Knots. Lauren moaned and went to all fours. Knots. She huffed, shaking her head. Heat bloomed deep within her and she trembled. No, girls. Girls. Like girls.

Slowly, Lauren crawled to the first solder and presented herself, looking back at him with a muzzle flushing with heat. Thick white cum dripped to the carpet beneath her. Knot. Fuck. Mate. Please.

The first soldier laughed and set his weapon down in the hallway, unzipping himself.

"Do what you want," the soldier said, grunting as he unbuckled straps and pushed his pants down. "But I'm getting my dick wet tonight. Once in a lifetime experience to fuck some bitches."

"Ah, goddammit," the second soldier said, helping Hannah unzip his pants.

The first soldier went to his knees and slid his hands through the fur along Lauren's sides. She was incredibly soft and she shivered beneath his touch, shoving her hips back to rub her slick, engorged pussy against his cock. The man gripped her tail and she yelped. He held her steady and then grabbed his dick, rubbing the head against her velvety lips. He'd never seen anything like it and never would. He felt the thrill of the taboo - her pussy was shaped like a dog's but it parted wetly for him and she moaned like a human would when he entered her. The soldier sighed as he pressed all the way in.

Beside him, his friend held Hannah's head as she sucked him. Closing his eyes and pretending it wasn't a half dog creature getting him off. He wanted to lie to himself but she felt amazing. Her tongue enveloped his cock and her mouth was full of spit yet her tongue rough like a dog's. The mixture was amazing.

"Feel's good, doesn't it," the first soldier gasped, kissing the fur along Lauren's back. He moved above her, finding it more comfortable to be on all fours above her. His cock slapped wetly into her and he growled, rolling his head along his shoulders. "Better than any other bitch I fucked."

"God," the second soldier replied. He clawed at Hannah's head, tendons creaking as claws slid from his fingers. "Never. Felt. Anything like it. Fuck. God, I just want to bend her over and mount her and-"

The second soldier choked back a growl and opened his eyes. He'd been picturing himself on all fours. A fucking dog. Knotted to some common bitch. He looked over at his friend and the first soldier looked back, smiling as he fucked Lauren. The other man's teeth were fangs and a knot was bulging at the base of his cock.

"Mount," the first soldier said, his voice rough and distracted. "Fuck. Fuck her. Bitch. Fuck the bitch. Fill her with cum. Cubs. My bitch. Mine. My cubs. Mount her. Fuck her. Fuck herrrrrrrrr."

Pushing Hannah away roughly, the second soldier staggered back, staring at his hands in shock. His gloves were split and claws tipped each finger. Hannah whined in front of him, raising her furry ass. Her smell wafted up to him and he couldn't stop himself from breathing deeply of her scent.

Of the scent of his mate.