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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 3

For javifur

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

She’d been transformed on a Monday, and called in sick on Tuesday. Wednesday passed by, and throughout the day, Jenn either maintained a death-grip on her bed, or spent time in the shower washing up after she had a particularly productive self-pleasure session. It was her only way of dealing with her heated needs while Amanda wasn’t there, and she’d found out that she made quite a bit more of a mess when she was a werewolf than she did as a person. The sheets had to be changed daily, and she was just grateful that it was easy to do the laundry while Amanda was out. They would have run out of sheets on Tuesday if that wasn’t the case.

She was hungry, she was horny, and she was downright angry at the fact that she couldn’t leave the house. More than anything, she wanted to indulge her body, to run after things, to chase down the little dogs and put them in their place. She wanted to run down the cars, to catch them, and then…

Well, she didn’t know, but she was sure she would have figured it out.

The evening had been a relief with Amanda around, particularly when they had their fun, when they were eating, when they were [i]doing[/i] something. It took her mind off of the instincts that were pushing their way to the surface constantly, gave her something better to focus on, and kept her from being horny all the time.

Then time rolled on, and when she woke up on Thursday morning and reached for the phone, she didn’t see all the fluff that she was used to seeing. Jenn froze, staring at her arm. The lack of body hair seemed almost impossible after having three days where she’d been a fuzzy little puppy, and she almost didn’t have the courage to believe that she had changed back.

She turned off the alarm and then sat up, slowly, taking her time. She looked down at her hands. A little bit of darkness remained on her palms, but the pads looked like they had disappeared. She looked down at her chest and winced. A little bit of fluff between her breasts, but still, she had to admit that was less than it had been, much less. She could hide something like that, where before, there would have been no chance in Hell.

Looking further down, she saw that the fur had been turned to body-hair around her stomach, moving down in a treasure trail towards her crotch. She’d slept naked so she could still see that she had a bush down there. Not rough or ungroomed, but still quite a bit of body hair leading down to her sex.

Further down, hairy legs led to hairy feet. Nothing particularly feminine there, but that was better than fur. It was…maybe a bit ugly, to her, but that was something that she could deal with. She was back to being human.

Mostly. Mostly.

She got up, feeling the rubbing of her armpit hair against her upper arms, but she ignored it as she walked to the shower. Nobody stopped her, not even Amanda, and she hopped in. She checked her feet, saw that the pads were gone, though the undersides were still a bit dark. That washed away in the water, though, just like the dirt on her hands.

She was human again. She was back to normal.

#

“So, are you going back to class today?” Amanda asked at the breakfast table.

“I probably should,” Jenn said, picking at her eggs. “I mean, it’s not like I want to skip class for the rest of the year, right?”

Amanda nodded. Jenn sighed, looking down at her plate.

It wasn’t that she was trying to get out of going. Far from it, she was looking for a good way to get back to it. It was just…well, the remaining body hair had the same sort of reaction as the fur did when she tried to shave herself. Trying to trim it down only seemed to make it grow back, and the tops of her feet were marked. Hard. She couldn’t look down at them without seeing the strands of hair along her toes and the tops of her feet.

Worse, when she tried to put on socks, it just about burned her feet to keep them on. She didn’t know if that was the magic or something else, but it was definitely enough to make it clear that she wasn’t going to get socks on. Sandals were the most that she could tolerate, and that still didn’t feel good to her.

“Just…what if someone makes fun of me?” she asked.

“Just do what you always do and ignore it.”

“It’s gonna be a lot harder to ignore with all this…”

“True…but you’re going to have to, if you want to live a normal life.”

“Can I?”

“…Well, I guess this is where we find out, huh?” Amanda said, shaking her head as she sat down. “And don’t forget. I’ll be around.”

“Yeah…”

Jenn hoped that would be alright. They hadn’t exactly broken the news to the campus that they were together, and as far as she was concerned, that was going to wait for a bit longer. She was going to have enough to deal with regarding all the body hair and everything else – and a potential second transformation – without having to deal with everyone coming for her because she was a lesbian.

Or was she? Was she a lesbian? Bi? She didn’t really know anymore. She’d just have to figure that out, too.

Finishing her eggs, she carried the plate to the sink and started washing it. She was still scrubbing away when she heard Amanda chuckle.

“What?” Jenn asked.

“Just thinking about how different you look.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but I miss the pads.”

“Mmmph…”

She blushed, leaning forward and scrubbing all the harder. If Amanda was planning to send her to class with a blushing, burning face, she was succeeding.

#

Class ended up being…difficult. Not for the reasons she’d expected – nobody seemed to notice the bit of fluff between her breasts, and nobody had commented on the hint of body-hair that stuck out beneath her pant legs – but for the fact that she still had that strong sense of smell. It wasn’t as bad as the day when she’d been transforming the first time, but it was still a strong, strong, strong sense of smell, and that meant that she was getting bits and pieces of information that she didn’t really need.

Like the fact that the guy behind her had gotten lucky the night before.

Like the fact that the teacher would get a little bit horny looking at some of the other girls in class.

Like the fact that the woman behind her and to the right was on her period.

Like the fact that the older woman two seats to her right had a cheeseburger in her purse and was trying to hide it.

The cheeseburger smell was the hardest one to deal with, she was surprised to find. The minute that she breathed in the smell of hot, cooked meat, she felt herself start to drool, and she had to grit her teeth to keep it from flowing free. She wanted it, needed it, and it made her so distracted that she stopped taking notes.

That was a problem, too, considering that she was in the front row and staring off into space today. The professor tapped her desk, snapping her out of her meat-induced trance.

“Jenn. Are you with us?”

“Uh…I am now.”

“Well, if you are, then pay attention. Stay focused; most of this will be on the next test.”

That meant that all of it would be ditched from the test, the way that this professor worked. He always had them taking notes on everything, but whenever he said that something would be on the test, it meant that the thing just before that would be. She gritted her teeth, making a mental note to consult the coursework for what they were covering today so that she could fill in the blanks.

The professor got back to teaching, and she got back to trying to focus through the smell of cheeseburger. God, she wanted a cheeseburger.

#

When class was over, she was quick to hurry to the cafeteria. After smelling that burger all class, she was all but starving, and she needed something in her guts before she fainted. The feeling of her flip-flops slapping against her feet, however, was a constant distraction, and something that reminded her of just how freaky she probably looked down there. A woman with feet this hairy? She’d get mistaken for a guy if she wasn’t careful.

She reached the college cafeteria and got in line for a slice of pizza. The smell was just enough to keep her on the verge of drooling, but the sandals were enough of an unpleasant distraction that she had to focus on that, tool.

She had only just been able to get them on when she left the house, and that was something that had gotten more and more uncomfortable as the day had gone on. The more that she wore them, the less she liked the feeling of having her feet jammed into something, of having her soles kept off the ground. She wanted to be barefoot, to have her feet on the ground, to have them exposed, to –

That was the werewolf side of her, she realized as she reached the cash register. She fumbled for her wallet, pulling it out and passing her card to the man on the other side of the register. Scan, beep, paid. She took the card back, trying to focus on the smell of the food, but now that she’d thought of being barefoot again, it was all that she could think about.

[i]Feet on the floor, not in my shoes. Feet on the floor…[/i]

Feet on the table, too, or running around the campus without them on. The freedom of running, of climbing around, of being all wild and exposed and –

She was losing control. She forced herself to sit down, jamming the slice of pizza in her mouth. The melted cheese burned at her tongue slightly, not enough to really hurt, but enough to pull her attention away from her curling toes and bare soles. She slid her feet back, perching her toes on the leather of the sandals, sitting almost on her tiptoes with her feet pointed, the undersides of her soles pointed behind her. Were people watching, staring at her for being nearly barefoot? Were people wanting her feet?

That wasn’t the right sort of thought for her to have right then, and she made herself focus on the taste of meat in her mouth. The meat-lover’s pizza slice was filled with bacon and beef and pork and more, and she made herself focus on that instead of her feet. Thankfully, the meat was enough to shut the part of her that was so horny up, at least for now.

[i]At least it’s not heat,[/i] she thought as she munched away. [i]Bad as this is, at least it’s not heat.[/i]

But that was the awkward part. She wasn’t helplessly horny, but she was able to think about why she was horny, could have fantasies beyond just cumming her brains out. As she looked around the room, she found herself looking at some of the other girls that had come down after class. There was a hot girl that was shorter than her, barely up to her shoulder, wearing a skirt that wasn’t even thigh length that showed long legs and feet that showed through the half-transparent dark stockings.

[i]Could make her a good little foot-licker, and –[/i]

Jenn flicked her forehead, shaking her head. That wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking about. Even besides the whole problem of trying to turn other people – something that she shouldn’t be thinking about, as a good person – she was in a relationship with Amanda now. That meant that she did the right thing, that she stayed faithful…

Right?

[i]Do wolves stay faithful? Do werewolves?[/i]

That was something else that she didn’t know, and that was something that she would have to figure out. Yesterday had been too bad of a day to read through the papers that had started the transformation, so she needed to find time to do that today. Or tomorrow, at the very latest.

As she finished her slice of pizza and started on her fries, she smelled someone coming up behind her. She felt like twitching her ears, only to be reminded that they were human again and didn’t flex that way.

It didn’t matter. The bullies were already there.

“Well, well, what the fuck do we have here? The bearded woman on a good day?” one of them asked.

Jenn gritted her teeth, lowering her head as three shadows fell over her table. One pair of well-manicured nails pressed against her shoulders.

“Look at that. This thing’s showing off as if she’s got anything worth showing.”

“Heh, think that someone’s gonna pay to see the freakshow, freak?”

“I bet she thinks she’s pretty, like some junkyard dog with mange. Too dumb to see that she’s the ugliest thing in the room.”

“Heh, she’s furry enough to be a dog. Ever heard of a razor, bitch?”

Jenn sunk further and further in on herself as the insults got worse and worse. She knew that this was to be expected, that she would be facing this when she went back to school, but she hadn’t expected it to hit this hard, this fast.

She wanted to run. She wanted to get out of there, but she was pinned. What the hell was she supposed to –

“You know, I heard that Alice was stupid, but this was a whole new level of stupid, girls.”

[i]Amanda?[/i]

Jenn and the bullies glanced to the left, where Amanda was sitting with a number of wealthier-looking students. She kept talking as if she was completely unaware of the situation one table over, holding forth the way that Jenn had seen her do a number of times back at the dorm.

“See, I knew that Alice was stupid when she had to go and get a wig after burning off her hair in chemistry, but then she started bullying other people.”

“Isn’t that just what people with trauma do?” one of the other girls asked.

“Nah, that’s just what the papers say. See, I think she’s just too stupid to realize how bad it makes her look.”

Alice must have been the name of the bully behind her, because Jenn could feel those fingers tightening against her shoulders, pulling and squeezing so much that they almost pulled her out of her chair.

“I thought that she’d wise up after making that big a mistake, but I guess she just wants to look even more pathetic. I guess she thought that being a bully was a good way to do that.”

“What the hell are you saying, bitch?” said manicure-lady as she pulled away. “You trying to insult me? Start a fight?”

“Not really. Just saying what I see. Oh, and that wig? Trash.”

“It’s $50!”

“Really? The minimum you should spend for quality is a hundred. Guess you’re not so much daddy’s girl, after all.”

Jenn took that moment to slip away, sliding off the table bench and making her way to the cafeteria exit. She knew what Amanda was doing, and she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to get the hell out while the getting was good. The other two bully-girls didn’t stop her, and soon, she was out in the hallway.

Unfortunately, she had to make her escape without her sandals. She shivered as she felt just how sensitive she was, how much her feet felt through the tiles. The coolness, the shivering chills that they sent up through her soles, was like walking on cool ice. She bit her lips, moving up on tiptoes, only to feel it all the more keenly.

She was exposed, she realized, completely exposed. If she had still had the padded soles, oh, what people might have seen. She blushed at the idea, feeling that arousal coming back, feeling the neediness that she had felt back at home roaring forward once more.

[i]Bathroom. Bathroom now.[/i]

Jenn darted down the hall, pulling herself into the women’s bathroom without a second thought. She felt a few wet spots on the ground – places where soap and water had fallen, she hoped – and darted into one of the stalls. She pulled it shut, locked it tight, and pulled her pants down.

Her panties were soaked, drenched in the crotch, and she bit her lips as she realized just how much she loved this. Why? Why did she…what was it about…her feet…

Jenn gritted her teeth, shifting from side to side as she sat on the toilet, looking down at her drenched panties and realizing just how pent-up she felt. She needed some kind of relief, and it didn’t matter nearly as much as it should that she was in public. If anything, there was some part of her that wanted to do this in a more public setting, to show just how much of a female she was, how potent and fertile she was. She wanted to stake her claim and –

No, no, she couldn’t do that. She had to focus on herself, had to focus on just getting off so she could control herself. That would be enough. That would have to be enough.

She slid her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. Her fluids dripped slightly into the toilet bowl beneath her, long strings that fell down and swept the surface of the water below. She gritted her teeth as she rubbed her fingers along her lower lips, her feet pressing together, grinding together, giving her that sensitive paw pleasure from soles that were no longer padded. She almost wished they were. She almost wished she could have them black-padded so that she could show them off and make everyone stare at her sexy feet.

It was entirely down to the transformation, she knew. She knew that she didn’t really crave feet this badly, that she wasn’t this obsessed, but when she was in the grips of this feeling, she couldn’t stop. She needed this. She needed…

She needed to show off.

She moaned, barely biting it off in time to keep it from getting too loud to be contained to the bathroom. Her soles pressed against each other, her heels grinding into the tiles on the floor. She rolled her hips forward against her fingers, curling them into her. They weren’t as good as the things that she and Amanda had done in bed, but they were good enough to keep her going, to keep that motor running.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

Jenn huffed and puffed, her eyes closing, her head leaning back. She imagined other girls between her legs, the touch of other tongues, teeth –

[i]Fangs.[/i]

She imagined other wolf-girls between her legs, giving her help with her pussy, giving her a tongue, giving her a toe, or something. Other wolf girls were at her feet, slobbering over her arches or licking her toes or even sucking on them. The mental image was more than enough to leave her dripping more, her fingers sliding deep.

After all the things that she had done with her girlfriend, her pussy was more than slippery enough for her to get three fingers, then four inside. She felt a little loose from all the things that they had been doing, but that was fine. It reminded her of what she could get later, of how much she could do.

She was a tough bitch; she needed tough things.

[i]Nnngh. Not a bitch. Not a bitch. A human. A person.[/i]

Staring down her legs, looking at her fluffy feet, she couldn’t resist. She picked one up and held her foot to her face, rubbing her pussy again and again as she ground her foot against her cheek, pushing her toes up against her nose. She breathed in, taking in the slightly sour scent, moaning under her breath as she stuck out her tongue.

It wasn’t as good as having someone else licking her foot, but it definitely made it hotter to have it in her face as she fingered herself. She could feel her peak coming, knew that it was going to hit her hard soon. She bit her lips, trying to hold back, but she kept having to stick her tongue out to attend to her foot.

Lick, lap, tugging on the soft flesh, feeling the pressure of her own tongue against her foot, and then –

“Mmmph!”

She stifled her moan against the wrinkled arch of her foot, shivering as she came. It wasn’t quite the explosive squirt that had happened in bed with Amanda, but it was still more than a human should be doing. Squirt, squelch, squirt, squelch, the sound of the liquid hitting the inside of the toilet a reminder of just where she was and what she was doing.

Huffing slowly, she wiggled herself forward, slowly allowing her panties to slide back into place. She should have wiped herself clean after that, after she was dripping so much, but she didn’t have the energy.

She gradually wiggled her pants back up, shivering more as she walked around the toilet stall, making her way back into the main part of the bathroom. Her fingers stunk of sex, and she hurried to the sink, her legs still shaking as she washed them. She needed to get the smell off, get herself better before anyone else found out.

Her fingers were covered with soap suds when the bathroom door bounced open. She whipped her head around, started to sigh in relief as she saw Amanda, only to realize that her girlfriend’s eyes were wide.

“What’s wrong? What’s the matter?” she asked.

“It’s not just you,” Amanda whispered.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean…”

Her girlfriend looked over her shoulder, then pulled up her shirt. For a moment, Jenn could only stare at the other woman’s breasts, pert and dainty, but then she looked down a bit further.

There was hair, there. Hair that was thickening and growing wilder right between the breasts, right where her own little fluff was. Jenn stared, her eyes widening further and further before she finally found the strength to look up properly.

“You…you too?”

“Apparently,” she muttered, pulling her shirt back down. “I didn’t think it was going to be catching…that way.”

“Well…it was…well, the stories say that it was a disease. Maybe that’s how we…”

She blushed, remembering the sheer number of times that they had eaten each other out, how they’d shared fluids when she squirted. She remembered just how naughty and nasty they had gotten, and blushed worse.

“Oh god…”

“Yeah. I…what do we do?”

Amanda sounded shaky, shakier than Jenn had expected for sharing the same condition as her. Maybe she wasn’t quite so secure in herself as she had thought.

“Do you want to go home?” Jenn asked.

“And leave you here? No way.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright, then…let’s just make sure that you stay covered up. If it’s just the chest, then that’s easier to hide. Text me if it spreads, okay?”

“Yeah…yeah, I can do that.”

#

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly after that. Jenn wasn’t sure if it was because she was scared for Amanda, or if she was just feeling better after cumming in the bathroom, but the instincts weren’t so powerful for the rest of the day. Yeah, she was barefoot and she got a few looks for that, but that wasn’t so bad compared to the worry about what would happen if Amanda accidentally outed herself.

She had her hand clenched around her phone for the rest of the day, and her toes were curled and ready to thrust herself out of her chair the minute that she got a text that said that things were getting worse. All of her professors had given her weird looks, though whether that was from her anxiety or her barefoot state, she didn’t know. Her focus was somewhere else.

Thankfully, the text never came. That meant that things weren’t getting worse, at least, which was all for the better. She left her last class at a forced-slow pace, not wanting to out herself or make people suspicious about her any further than they already were.

On the walk home, however, she kept having to fight herself as she wanted to walk a little more flamboyantly. The inner werewolf wanted to show off, wanted to advertise itself. She wanted to walk with a sway, to linger on the balls of her feet to show her darkening soles, to let everyone see that she was a beast, an animal, something powerful that wasn’t to be fucked with.

She had to keep forcing that down, keeping herself from doing something stupid. She stared straight ahead, not daring to look back, not daring to see what her impromptu audience was thinking. Her entire focus had to be on getting home.

Eventually, she reached her shared haven. Amanda was already inside by the sounds of it, and as she opened the door, she heard the sound of the electric razor, the clipping sounds of fur being trimmed, and then the inevitable whimpering that came afterward. She winced, knowing what her roommate and girlfriend was trying.

“Why won’t it stay gone?” Amanda groaned.

“I tried that. It doesn’t work.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Werewolf magic, maybe?”

“But you didn’t bite me.”

“Yeah, but I did cum in your mouth.”

“…Fuck.”

The electric razor sound turned off, and Amanda stepped into the hallway. She was completely topless and bra-less, and the soft fluff that had already grown between her breasts was growing back from the latest trim. Jenn shook her head, opening her arms, and the other woman came over to give her a hug. The red-head leaned against her shoulder, sighing.

“I didn’t know it was this freaky. I’m sorry I teased you,” Amanda said.

“It’s not that bad, when you get used to it.”

“How long…how long do you think I have?”

“Well, I changed in a day, so, you’re probably doing something different. It’s not done anything but give you that bit of chest hair?”

“Nothing but that, so far.”

“Then I think that you’re probably going to go through a different process than I did. I bet the curse got warped going through me and into you. Maybe you won’t go as far as I did; maybe you’ll just get, um, fluffy.”

“…That…that wouldn’t be so bad…”

“Or get the pads, but no more.”

Amanda chuckled, but the way that she shifted from foot to foot told Jenn quite clearly that the other woman wouldn’t mind that part of the transformation, either. Truth be told, Jenn would have been completely onboard for that sort of shift. She’d enjoyed the way that her feet had been tended to when they were padded, and she had every reason to believe that Amanda would enjoy the feeling, too. So far, she’d been less sensitive, but if those soles got padded, she had every reason to believe that the red-head would be cumming her brains out.

She gently hugged, though, rather than pushing those naughty thoughts further. It felt cruel to drag it out of her right then, and she didn’t want to take it further than Amanda was ready for. Her roommate had been a godsend over the past few days while she was not dealing with it well, and had done it again at the lunch room. She deserved that same kind of consideration, now, not the pressure of some horny wolf-girl that wanted to push a horny agenda.

They walked to the living room, Jenn stripping off her shirt and bra to leave her girlfriend at ease. They were both topless, and neither of them cared as much as they normally would that the curtains were spread. They were both just a little out of it, she realized, and modesty wasn’t as much as a concern.

“Do you think we’ll be okay?” Amanda asked.

“I think so.”

“You sure?”

“Well, pretty sure. If you got something different, though, that might mean that I have to be alpha.”

“You? You, the one that got all happy-panty when I started scritching under your chin?”

“…Nothing says that alphas can’t enjoy chin scratches,” Jenn said, blushing a bit. “But if I turned you, that would make me the one that controls you. If we go by some of the stories, at least; it might not work that way in real life. But if it does, that means that I’d have to be the one in charge, the one making decisions.”

“…”

“We’re doomed, if that happens, so let’s hope it doesn’t,” Jenn said, only half-joking.

“No kidding…”

They fell silent again, staring out the window. Jenn slowly reached up to her own breasts, rubbing her fingers through the hair between them, then further and further down to her pants. She could trace the patterns that had been fur in the past, and was now merely bits of body hair, and she didn’t know what to think. Was this going to be her life from now on?

[i]The scroll…[/i]

She really needed to read the old papers again. As soon as she had time and focus, she needed to do a deep dive into those things and remind herself what the ever-living fuck was going on with this. If there were any answers, then they had to be in those papers, and if they were going to make this work, she needed those answers sooner than later.

But for now, she needed to be there for Amanda. She wrapped an arm around the other woman’s shoulders, gently pulling the slightly taller woman closer, leaning her head against her.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“I hear you.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I want to.”

“So…anything else happening yet? Any instincts, like a desperate urge for food?”

“No. Nothing like that yet.”

“Then yours is probably going to take a few days. I kinda envy that; at least you get the chance to get used to it before the next change happens, instead of getting hit with it over a couple of hours the way I did.”

“Heh…yeah…”

It was a small blessing, a small mercy. She sighed again, shaking her head.

“I’m going to go make dinner. What would you like?”

“Burgers?”

“Oh, that sounds goooooood. I’ll get that going.”

“Cook them properly,” Amanda reminded her.

“Oh, they’re fine a little pink.”

“Yeah, but the way that you liked your steaks, you’re probably going to leave them almost raw. Remember, I’m not that far gone yet.”

“…Fair point. Thank you.”

Getting to her feet, she went to the kitchen. Grabbing an apron, she pulled it tight and covered her breasts, and then got the ingredients out. It was good to have a distraction; if she’d stayed on the couch, she was pretty sure that she would have pushed them right to the edge of sex, and she wasn’t sure if either of them would have pulled back. And considering that sex was how Amanda had gotten into this mess with her, she didn’t want to risk pushing her further down that road just yet.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Jenn finally changes back, but that’s not the end of her troubles. Not by a long shot.

Tags: F/F, F/solo, foot fetish, masturbation, transformation, foot licking, fingering, orgasm, public toilet, showing off, wet, horny, corruption, werewolf, human, barefoot, sandals, series, squirting,