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Re: Implied Female Were Photos



*Dawn's gentle rays slowly filter through the dense Appalachan timbers, illuminating the prone form of Katie Brunner. Sprawled out on her belly amongst the rotting foilage and frigid forest floor, the youth groans and shifts as she regains consciousness, her body aching and her mind a chaotic mess of blurred images and memories she can't even begin to fathom.

Sitting up, she sluggishly puts a hand to her head and rubs at her temple. She stops suddenly, however, as the previous night's events come back to her in an overwhelming rush. Her jaw hangs slack as she recalls her date with Mark, the drink she'd spilled on her new dress, the drive back to his place, and...*

"O-oh god..." *Katie breathes, recalling the horrific change she'd undergone that night, just as she's stepped out of Mark's car. Her initial conclusion had been food poisoning, but she'd swiftly ruled that out when her toenails had burst from the front of her heels and her face had started pushing forth into a distinct muzzle. As soon as she'd fallen onto all fours, a length of hairy flesh sprouting from just above her exposed ass and her ears cresting through her silky hair, Mark had abandoned her to her...but he hadn't gotten far. No sooner had he taken off, Katie's prey drive had kicked in...

Looking down at her hands, Katie trembles as she finds dark, red blood smeared across her fingers and palms, under her nails, and even spattered across her belly. Reaching a quaking hand to her face, she can feel the crusty substance on all over her lips and cheeks.*

"What...w-what have done?" The twenty-two year old woman asks herself, scrambling back against an ancient tree trunk, on the edge of hysteria. "What the fuck h-happened to me!?"

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