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Joel could only stare at his hulking werewolf-thing of a girlfriend gathering ingredients from the opened fridge. Crouching near the floor on her large digitigrade legs the thick lips of her leaking snatch spread in front of him. Joel couldn't look away, he could see inside of her wet pink folds almost all the way to her cervix. She was enormous and obviously still heavily aroused. The white fur that wrapped around her pussy and a portion of her rear cheeks only accentuated her sex. Thick strands of clear fluid leaking from her entrance onto the floor, her long tail swished back and forth making a faint breeze, wafting her heated scent his way.

He couldn't believe that he had ejaculated into his pants as soon as Hannah had left the room. Despite how terrifying her body had become it was still hugely voluptuous and sexy in a way that was making his cock strain in his pants even after cumming. From the rounded curves of her ass cheeks to the enormous curve of her breasts peeking past the sides of her wide back, it was hard to find any part of her he wasn't finding alluring. He felt hugely conflicted, he had never felt attracted this way to something with animal features. But it was still Hannah, wasn't it? That fact alone made him want to be around her, even if he was sometimes terrified for his life.

Hannah grunted, her muzzle wrinkling while she sniffed and turned over jars and plastic bags of food in her fridge. It was full of fresh vegetables, beans, and tofu that she normally craved as a rabbit.

"Urhh...Lettuce...more lettuce!" She growled to herself. The leaves smelled bitter to her, undesirable even though she usually craved their sweet crunch in her mouth. Finding herself gravitating towards the few small cuts of meat that she had purchased the week before she began a growing pile of all the cold cuts and bacon she could find. The cold of the fridge made her already hard nipples tighten like twin diamonds atop her breasts, a steady drip of milk splashing onto the edges of the various shelves and drawers. The smell of the sweet liquid mixed with the stale frigid air of the fridge made her snort her nose. Stomach gurgling, she gathered her ingredients. Standing up too fast, unaware of her head's proportions, the sensitive area where Joel had hit her with the lamp slammed hard into the bulkhead separating the fridge from the freezer.

"AHHH! FUUUCKK!" Roaring in pain Hannah dropped the gathered food on the floor. The fridge rocked and listed on its feet like a teeter-totter from the impact, the heavy sauce and condiment-laden door almost upchucking its contents. Rubbing her head she winced, the pain pounded through her skull, extending an arm to stabilize the rocking fridge. Things were actively spilling and breaking atop every glass shelf of the fridge.

"Gah! Are you ok?!" Joel jumped backward at her sudden outburst and the clattering of the fridge, unsure what to do.

"Y-yeah, just my head." Hannah could distinctly smell broken eggs and vinegar somewhere deeper in the trashed fridge. "Grrhhh! Fuck." Muzzle wrinkling again from the mixing of harsh smells Hannah closed the fridge door, the broken leaking contents were a problem for another time. The pain still jackhammered through her thick skull. Rubbing her forehead furiously she realized that the heat between her legs felt diminished, overwhelmed by the pain, if only temporarily. More and more pain was no solution to her need though. But she decided to use the reprieve while she had it.

Gathering the dropped food off the floor she tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Her body felt so powerful and nimble at the same time. Every movement was exaggerated by the coiled spring of her muscles shifting below her fur. Her large hands made delicate tasks difficult, easily tearing through the packaging on the meats as they picked them up. Setting the ingredients on the counter she began to assemble her tools. The claws continued to get in the way, making everything difficult. They raked cabinets and pulled off handles so easily she wrecked several of her modern designer cabinets. The size of her breasts was getting in the way too, she had to peer over them to assess what was in each small drawer in the kitchen.

Looking back at Joel standing in the middle of the room. He looked unsure, rubbing his arm, trying to avert his eyes from staring at what she knew he was staring at. Thinking of him staring again made the fire in her groin only grow worse. She thought about asking him to help. But having him so close to her she didn't know if she could manage the urges. Even with the lingering smell of the fridge clinging to her nose, she could easily identify the saltiness of his ejaculate soaked into his pants. With the pain receding in her head the need was asserting itself again. Her pussy felt so empty and swollen, her breasts were so heavy, laden with milk. Raking her claws along the granite, the sharp tips managing to scratch the nearly impervious surface she fought down the need once again. Despite her success, she could feel fresh wetness working its way down her thick thighs.

Joel looked on as Hannah got a series of pans and knives out. She was pausing every so often growling to herself, or holding her muzzle. It didn't take much to notice the wetness of the fur between her legs. He could tell she was fighting with herself, trying to put on a brave face for him. He was torn between comforting her and trying to find something heavy again. No. No, Hannah could control it, he told himself. She had come back from the brink twice, it wasn't crazy to think that she would be able to again.

His thoughts were interrupted by the clacking of her foot claws tapping against the kitchen tile. She was cutting something now, the gas of the stove wicking around pans clanging indelicately onto its surface. He didn't know how she managed to do any of the prep in her current state. It felt like watching the equivalent of a horse threading a needle with one of its hooves. Using the full length of the counter he watched her lay out ingredients in neat piles. Before he knew it she was adeptly cutting large swaths of vegetables with a large knife. He could see that her breasts were jiggling over the cutting boards, dripping onto their surface before being wiped off by her paw. Hannah's muzzle snapped closed every time a larger spurt would issue from her breasts, her breathing hissing through the gleaming white edges of her vicious-looking teeth.

"Does it hurt?" He blurted out.

"Huh?" She looked back towards him. Joel didn't know how a bestial face could show confusion but hers was.

"When that stuff I mean...that is milk, right? When it comes out?"

"Yeah, no I mean... It feels- it feels good" she growled in a half-moan. "Really good."

Hannah hadn't expected Joel to ask about something like that so forthrightly, but then again after what he had seen, there was no reason not to. Thinking about her own milk production only made the heat worse, made it harder to think. Nipples throbbing she couldn't stop milk from jetting out of her, past the cutting boards, misting the tile backing of her long kitchen nook. Panting like a bitch in heat she let out a canine whine at the sensation. Paws clenching, she managed to wrestle the urges back down once again. It was getting harder each time. She had to finish cooking. It was all that mattered right now. The focus of cooking sharpened her senses, keeping her distracted. If Joel mentioned her breasts again... He had no idea what it was taking to keep her paws from deeply kneading her breasts and extracting every ounce of sweet milk she could from them.

"Just...hhrnnn! Please j-just let me work." It felt like her breasts were reacting to being talked about, their bobbing expansive flesh growing heavier and fuller atop her chest. The tightness of their jutting flesh blocking much of her downward vision was as frustrating as it was erotic. She had never found her own breasts desirable before but the massive melons she sported in this form made her want to do so many things to them...

"Oh yeah, sorry! I'll just go sit down if that's ok." Joel apologized, cursing himself for asking. He had so many questions but an idiot could see that this wasn't the right time. Shuffling to the breakfast nook he took a seat in a chair that would allow him to keep watching Hannah. The large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city and the neighboring apartment buildings surrounded the small table and chairs.

The pink of her erect milk-leaking nipples hovered tantalizingly over the prep area. Continuing to chop and dice vegetables, Hannah's nose crinkled. She had to will herself to continue through them. The meats were next to be prepared, her mouth beginning to drool from its corners. Stomach gurgling, urging her to rip open the already perforated packages and guzzle the raw uncooked meat down was almost as hard to suppress as the fire coursing through her veins.

The meal came together quickly after that. She included all the bacon and cold cuts she owned, the only meat she hadn't snatched were the hamburger patties in the freezer. Hand traveling to her flat stomach Hannah could feel that her appetite was immense. Drool began to leak from her mouth in greater and greater quantities, working its way past her sharp teeth.

The hand on her stomach began inching downward, parting the trail of white fur leading towards the pulsing rise of her pussy. The warmth of her paw pads pressed against the firm skin of her abdomen made her let out a deep and needy moan. Her delving paw suddenly encountered a sensitive nub buried in her chest fur. Growling in surprise, she temporarily detoured from the path towards the pulsing oven between her legs. Exploring her belly she found three sets of small pink nipples. They were dwarfed by her lactating primary pair but were sensitive all the same. Rubbing their sensitive nerves with her paw pads felt good, enough to make fresh surges of wetness gush from between her legs.

Snarling lustily, the folds of her almost painfully empty pussy shuddered. The throbbing of her needful womanhood was too great to waste more time on her new nipples. Moving her paw ever closer, long strings of clear drool issued towards the floor, her breathing deep and ragged. She was almost there. A small voice in the back of her head screamed to stop, to pay attention to her cooking. The burning smell of the overheating preheated pan on the stove stinging her sensitive nose amplified the voice, bringing her back from the brink. Stopping herself inches above her tantalizing snatch, the sides of her paw pressing against her furry upper thighs she hesitantly withdrew her paw.

"F-fuck, so rrhhrnn-horny." She cursed under her breath with a rumble. Quickly pouring the chopped vegetables and packages of meat into the pan her cooking became less measured and more urgent. Wiping her face with her arm she tried to concentrate on mixing the ingredients. The thick large wooden spoon felt so small in her hand, like a cheap chopstick and just as fragile.

Pouring the entire package of bacon into the second pan it quickly began sizzling. Flecks of burning-hot oil fled the dual high-heat pans, her red and white fur was a perfect insulator keeping her chest immune to the burning oil.

"Grrah! Hot!" A few flecks of aerated canola landed on her sensitive and enormous areola making her muzzle wrinkled in pain. The burning oil on her flesh hurt badly. Backing away from the stove she gave it room to cook. Without thinking she cupped her breasts, trying to massage away the flecks of pain. They felt so good. So heavy. Sweet wetness coated the underside of her paws, her nipples throbbing.

"Huurrrr!!!" Shuddering her teeth ground against each other. Her long ears pinned themselves to the top of her head. It was all she could do to release her breasts and grip the countertop for support again. Breasts rising and falling in front of her, she attempted to calm her breathing. Despite the loud crackling of the food cooking, she could hear the distinctive sound of her own leaking lubrication hitting the floor with a series of wet splats.

"Are you ok Hannah? Did you burn yourself?" Joel asked from across the room.

"No! I mean- yes, but I'm fine." Hannah was startled by the question. She had been so focused on her body and the food simmering in front of her that she had almost forgotten he was there.

"You really don't need to do this, really I'm fine. Don't push yourself if you are... I mean-"

"I want to, just- just let me hrrrghhh do this." Without thinking she turned towards Joel, her lips pulling back to bare her teeth. Hannah growled definitively, feeling strangely angry at Joel's concern. Snapping a warning at him she went back to her work. Immediately feeling bad at her reaction she tried to piece together why she had done that but couldn't come up with a good reason except it's what the beast clawing at her mind wanted. She knew that it saw Joel's thin human frame as puny, weak, not worth paying attention to, the exact opposite of how she felt about him. Nobody who wasn't strong would have stayed with her like this, most men would have gone screaming from the apartment but Joel stayed. He stayed. She had to fight the monster inside of herself to make everything he was doing for her worth it.

Before long the food was partially caramelized. Stirringly hurriedly she tapped a long foot anxious for it to finish. She should have never volunteered to cook. Normally she loved cooking, putting together as many meals as she could from scratch. But with her pussy and breasts leaking and the heat telling her pleasure herself incessantly, cooking seemed like a suddenly huge inconvenience, something she had to get through to tend to her other needs.

Determining the food was cooked enough she poured it out on two large plates in a pile. Her pile of steaming bits dwarfing Joels, she knew he would understand. Cooking in her current state was driving her crazy, she needed to finish. The slab of stuck-together bacon slid off the second pan onto her plate. Hannah wanted to give Joel some but the beast in her wanted it all for herself. Growling in defiance of her own instincts she pulled two of the best-cooked slices off of the slab of partially burnt and raw bacon with her heat-proof claws and set them on Joel's plate.

"Uhnnn! D-Done!" Moving to bring the plates to the breakfast table a spasm of pleasure coursed through her thick lower lips with the movement of her legs. Her thick thumb broke a good-sized piece of porcelain off the edge of Joel's plate but she managed to keep them from falling to the floor.

"Hey, are you ok?!" Joel asked, trying to get out of his chair, its legs dragging along the wood floor making a racket to her ears.

"Y-yeah please, just sit and ennNNRGHH!!" Her muzzle snapped closed in the moan, another pulse of heat tensed her pussy. The fur coating her thighs was so soaked and hot, the thought of her own slickness caused spurts of fresh milk to issue down her chest. The white slurry thankfully missed landing on the food she had prepared. Fighting through it Hannah laid the plates with a clatter on the austere rectangular white-marble table. Painfully aware of her size she carefully moved into a seat across from Joel.

Joel's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape, while he watched her try to sit. Attempting to get comfortable the chair creaked dangerously under the weight of her body. The high-quality mix of wood and metal that made up its base was paying dividends despite her ass cheeks massively overflowing the holding capacity of the seat. Her tail managed to find its way through the large opening in the back, its furry tip swishing along the floor.

"Grrrhh! Stupid things!" Knees banging into the edge of the marble she grunted in frustration where to put her legs. After several quick attempts to tilt her legs under the table, she realized could only sit with her legs fully outstretched in front of her. Bony heels touching the floor, her long-clawed toes straddling Joel. Breasts jiggling atop her chest extending over a good portion of the table Hannah shuddered, she could feel her own still-leaking lubrication pooling below her. Tucking the chair forward she still felt far too tall to be sitting at her favorite table. The hard marble pressed right up against her tight lower abdomen, leaving nothing but the oven between her legs hidden. The chair felt like sitting on a narrow bike seat it pressed so tightly against her privates but she tried not to show her discomfort.

"As promised the hrnnh! Bunny special!" Hannah looked at Joel expectantly, her body shaking trying to stop herself from digging into her own plate.

"Thank you, really. It smells really umm...interesting." Joel tried to measure his words, he didn't want to offend her under normal circumstances, but with the beast she had become looming over him he was doubly careful. Staring at the plate the food looked somewhat appropriately like what came out of a can of dog food. He had had Hannah's home cooking many times and was one of the things he looked forward to whenever he visited her. But this was... Hannah was watching him intently with her red-hued eyes, her muzzle parted showing off teeth that looked like they could give the shark from Jaws a run for its money.

Realizing there were no utensils he thought about asking Hannah but thought better of it. She was so large and a little more intimidating without the adrenaline from earlier in the morning pumping through his veins. Using his fingers he scooped a healthy morsel into his mouth. The steaming-hot mush lightly burned his fingers but he tried to put on a brave face. Almost upchucking in his mouth Joel realized the smell wasn't half as bad as the taste. Somehow Hannah had turned perfectly good vegetables and cold cuts into some horrible amalgam that only made each worse.

"Good?" Hannah asked expectantly, her tail swishing audibly against the floor behind her. Long strands of drool leaked from her muzzle into the deep cleavage of her breasts.

"Mm-hm!" Joel bobbed his head, unable to open his still-full mouth. Small tears wincing from the corners of his eyes while he choked down the mush. Gasping he managed to push it down with pure willpower. He imagined swallowing a pill whose coating had started to dissolve, if he could do that he could deal with this.

Only a moment after he had felt the mush make its way down his throat Hannah dove into her plate, her hands a blur of motion. The heaping plate in front of her was gone in less than ten seconds, her large paws and muzzle making quick work of the pile. Crunching through the bacon she licked her chops with a broad wide tongue. He could smell the stench of the badly cooked vegetables and meat on her hot breath.

"W-would you like some of mine? I'm not that hungry." Joel pushed his plate carefully towards her.

"You sure? You hardly ate anything!" Hannah cocked her head to the side. Joel smiled, her head movement made her look a bit more like a giant dog than an intimidating sexual monster. Nodding quickly Joel pushed the plate a bit further towards her. Accepting the plate Hannah Forgoing her hands as utensils she brought the plate to her muzzle and slurped up the contents with two or three long licks.

"Rrghhh! So gooood" Hannah moaned, licking the plate cleaner than it had come out of the dishwasher. Her partially-filled stomach provided her a modicum of much-needed relief from her urges. Her head felt clearer again, less cluttered. The animal inside her satiated for the moment.

"Hannah can we...can we talk a bit, about...all this?" Joel gestured towards her. He had watched her fighting the urge to pleasure herself all morning and almost cumming several times making him breakfast. Even now he could smell the pungency of her juices still leaking from between her legs, her nipples leaking a constant stream of small white beads that broke and coursed down her breasts. He was torn. Hannah was a vision of voluptuous femininity but also enormous and powerful, not to mention bestial. Setting the plate down Hannah looked directly at him. Her sharp eyes, temporarily unclouded by lust, were piercing.

"I'm here for you, I need you to know I'm not running away..." Joel moved his hand carefully over Hannah's paw resting on the table, its large obsidian claws propping up the ends of her fingers. Hannah slightly withdrew her hand at his touch before letting his sweaty palm come to rest atop it. Joel could feel every sinew and vein under the thin coating of fur. The size of her dinner-plate-sized hand dwarfed his own, each finger as thick as three of his own.

"I know, I know you aren't. I'm just so sorry about all of this. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Hannah's deep voice cracked while she tried to recall her paw from under Joel's comforting hand. It was embarrassing how animalistic and huge her hand was compared to his. She was still so confused about what she had become. Surprisingly she didn't feel as ashamed about her nakedness as she had even earlier in the morning, she didn't know if it was the beast clawing at her mind or Joel's acceptance or some mix of both. There was a bubbling concern that they were so different now.

"Hannah, I meant what I said. Please...let me help you. You don't- you don't need to stop doing what you need to for my sake. I saw how hard you fought whatever is happening to you for me. I'm here for you." Joel looked up at Hannah with small tears in his eyes. Hannah's own eyes were wet.

"I feel so- It's so hard to push it back...It wants to...I mean I want to- I-" Hannah could barely contain a deep sob. It felt like she was being pulled between horniness, anger, and sadness every few minutes in this form. "I'm just so h-horny! I- I can barely think! I just need to nnghhh! I just-" Hannah grunted, shifting on the too-small chair, its flatly-compressed foam padding already soaked through with her slick juices. Without thinking she began grinding her hips against it, her hands tensing, claws scratching the marble table. Attempting to stop, she didn't want Joel to think of her only as the horny animal she had become.

"You don't have to do this alone, I'd like to- I mean I want to help you." Joel could see her shifting and undulating against the groaning chair, her breasts bouncing directly in his line of sight. She looked at him with an obvious look of confusion. "What I mean is you are really..." Joel rubbed the back of his head, looking away nervously. He didn't have an issue telling Hannah that she was sexy, but with her, in her current state, he didn't know how to say it so he just said it. "...sexy. It's weird, but it's hot, like how- big and wet your breasts and puss- I mean vagina are." Joel stammered, forcing the words out. Saying what he felt out loud felt harder than he thought. He was admitting his attraction to himself as much as Hannah. His near-constant erection throbbed in his pants, butterflies swirled through his stomach at his admission.

"You...think I'm hot? Even hhrnnghh!!! Like this?" Hannah gasped, her fingers pressing hard into the marble, partially embedding her claws in the stone. Her large nipples throbbed and pussy pulsed at Joel's admission. She loved him so much. It was taking near everything she had to not jump his bones that very instant. The sinewy muscles in her arms and neck pulled tight under her red fur, her toes curling atop her long feet. Her tail began wagging quickly behind her.

"Yes! I meant what I said before about not caring what you look like but I- I'm attracted...really attracted to you like this too." Joel's face felt hot like he had asked a secret high school crush out for the first time. Rubbing the back of his head again nervously he tried to break the tension. "Besides, who wouldn't want a girlfriend who puts Playboy models to shame...and is a sexy mix of the Incredible Hulk and Clifford?" Joel cracked a small smile, hoping Hannah would take it the right way.

"I do look a bit like Clifford don't I?" Hannah laughed immediately, her enormous near-beach-ball-sized breasts bouncing on her chest. "God, these are so big aren't they?" Hannah looked down to admire her breasts. They were so big and heavy. And hers. She wanted nothing more than to begin to pleasure herself by wrapping her smooth paw pads around the throbbing circumference of her nipples. Hissing through her teeth her body shuddered, the steady slow drip from her breasts turning into small streams for a moment. Looking back at her boyfriend with a serious expression Hannah was about out of strength to fight the beast inside.

"I want you, Joel. Really really bad. But- but I don't want to rrghhnn!!! Hurrnuuhhnn!! hurt you or...change you." She managed to moan out, Joel's acceptance was making her feel so incredibly horny. Waves of heat began crashing into her body, pulsing through her veins.

Joel almost fell backward in the chair at Hannah's admission. He hadn't even thought about her possibly infecting him with whatever was happening to her.

"I- I didn't think about that. When...when you are a rabbit are you infectious, can you like, turn somebody into a rabbit by having sex with them? You said you never turned into this wolf thing before?" A deep existential panic began to take hold in Joel's chest. "Oh god, are you infectious?! Am I infected?!" Joel's heart was beating fast. As much as he wanted to pleasure Hannah he was more concerned with losing his humanity to whatever was happening to her.

"No...I can't change people...never, when I'm a r-rabbit I rrRHHHNN!!!" Hannah's large paw slipped from under his hand, dragging its claws along the marble before gripping her muzzle. She was fighting to maintain some modicum of control that was obvious to him. "Puh-please! HRNNGHH!!!" Hannah moaned through her sharp teeth, her body grinding against the chair, its persistent creaking quickly became cracking and breaking noises. Hannah's hands pawed at her face, rubbing the bridge of her nose and temples, attempting to hold herself back.