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The party was over and all the guests had gone home. All but Caroline. She was still sitting on his couch, raising a glass full of disgustingly sweet cocktail mix to her lips and looking at him seductively. Tom couldn't believe his luck. All evening he had tried to land with her. He didn't know why, she wasn't even his type: She was a chubby goth girl, much smaller than him with pale skin and purple hair. He was more in the athletic type, tall girls, amazons you could say. But Caroline's tits, hidden under her black skull-decorated sweater, were really something else. Her face was cute too, with its full lips and characteristic nose. Though the fact that her cheeks were rather pudgy would have normally been enough to turn him off. But not this time. As soon as she had first talked to him, he just wanted her.

She patted the cushions next to her and he didn't hesitate one minute to sit down, feeling her warmth tickle his skin, even through his clothes.

“So …“, she began with a smirk. “You've been ogling me all evening, haven't you, Tom?“

“Uhm“, was all he was able to say. “You … you are beautiful.“

She shook her head, laughing. “No, you don't think so. I can see that. I'm too fat for you. You just like my tits.“

“Err …“

“Don't be shy. I know all about you. I know how you treat girls", Caroline said. “I think it's time to give that character of yours a fitting shape."

Her fingers slightly touched his cheek, making him jump as if a small electric shock had hit him.

“What are you doing to me?“ Tom struggled to get the words out. His breathing started to get heavy, he was hot, but his skin felt dry. Each muscle in his body seemed about to cramp.

Caroline grinned and touched her upper lip with her tongue. „What now?“, she giggled. „Don't you want them anymore?“ She bent forward and pressed her arms against her breasts, making the fabric of her shirt strain.

Tom swallowed heavily. He wanted her so much! She couldn't have been sexier in that shirt and the much too tight jeans. God, how those small fat rolls touched her studded leather belt.

“Yes!“, he said greedily. “But something's not right.“

She leaned back into the couch, hear knees spread. Why did she tease him like that! He could smell that she wanted him too.

“Well, what are you feeling?“, she asked, casually trailing her had up her calve.

“Everything seems to prickle“, he answered. “Probably because you're such a tease!“, he added, trying to sound lighthearted.

“Should I tell you what is going to happen next, hun?“

Yes, he was getting closer. He didn't like the talkative type, but she was really making him wild like that. He was on fire. He was close to just jumping her. She wanted it and they were both too drunk to care, surely. But he couldn't. Instead he just whispered: “Yes, please!“

Her brown eyes caught his and held them in a stare. “I'm going to make an animal out of you.“

He managed a pained grin. „You already did that! Grrr!“

She laughed out loud. „No, I meant literally. You're going to be a big, dumb ape.“

“Hah! Sure.“, he chuckled. But Caroline held eye contact just long enough to make his confidence waver. „You … you really mean it?“

“Just enjoy it, it's not like you can do anything against it.“ Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

He was taken aback as her tongue forced itself into his mouth, mixing copious amounts of her saliva, traces of sweet liqueur and something musky into him.

She broke the kiss and wiped a trail of drool from her lips with he back of her hand. Some of it had escaped and found its way reflecting the light in her cleavage. She swallowed. Then she licked of the bit of wetness from the back of her hand, like a cat cleaning itself.

“Just a part of your precious humanity. We have got the whole night to get the rest of it out of you.“

Tom felt dazed. His eyes wandered down her neck to the little drop of moisture between Caroline's tits.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Hey, honey! Not so fast.“, she snapped and began unbuttoning Tom's shirt with quick, matter-of fact movements. „I want you to be able to see a bit more“, she explained.

Tom tried to shake of the fog that was building in his brain. “Whyyyuugh!“, he began. He slurred the word. His jaw muscles felt heavy, as if he hadn't used them for a long time. His tongue seemed large and clumsy in his mouth, the words hard to find in the back of his head. „W-hy you … uh … why are you doooing that?“, he finally managed, his chin pushed forward.

“What are you saying?“, Caroline asked. “You are kind of hard to understand.“

She had completely undone his shirt and beckoned him to look down at is chest and belly. He sharply sucked in air as he saw what was happening there.

A shadow started to spread from the middle of his chest, turning his skin a dry, dark black. Hair grew like dark bristles, conquering the area around his abdomen. His chest pushed out, the formerly flat area becoming swollen and bulky. His once loose Jeans bit painfully into him as his belly grew taunt.

“No!“, he shouted, working his stiff face with visible effort. But not only that: The concept of speaking wanted to escape his grasp. It was as if he needed to remind himself, that it was there, that he had mastered it more than to decades ago. “Shtooop it! Ugh! Me… Me doo-oook what you want!“

His muscles and his brain rebelled against him. Each word was a chore, bringing a panicked flush of heat over him. Was “me“ right? Wasn't there something else? No, but there once was, he was sure of that! Even worse, the pressure building in his tightening pants, the picture of Caroline reclining next to him was getting more and more distracting.

Caroline put her fingers on his bulging chest, causing a shiver to run down his spin, jolting into his poor, battered brain. His wildly growing hair raised. A unnaturally deep, joyful growl escaped from Tom's lips. Down her hands went, toying with the button of his jeans. At the same time she leaned forward and placed a playful kiss on his bloating stomach. It had grown into a taunt, dark potbelly, almost making him look pregnant.

Lust was flooding his mind as drool ran down his chin. If his muscles wouldn't have cramped so much, he just would have grabbed her. Her tits were so close to his hands!

“Puu-leeeaas!", he groaned, followed by a deep, grunting moan.

“Yes, hun?", she asked, tilting her head a bit. “What do you want. Just tell me and I'll do everything you want. And I mean really, really everything."

He wanted to bury his face between her fat tits, he wanted to press her face into the cushions and fuck her from behind. He wanted to have her, cum in her. He needed her!

“Mee… oook… ook", he began. Another flash of hot panic hit him as he tried to gather what was left of his intellect to find the right words.

Her fingers now traced the outline of his erection and balls that were painfully pressed against his tight pants.

“It's hard isn't it? Ooh so hard", she said. He didn't know whether she was referring to his penis or his problems to speak his mind.

“Yeeah!", he managed.

“You want me to go on?", she asked, licking her lips and slightly rubbing a finger over his covered dick head.

“Yeeeaah!", he shouted.

“OK honey", she chuckled. “That's what I wanted to hear. I mean, I got the impression that you didn't like being turned into a big dumb gorilla, but I guess I was wrong. So here we go, it's not going to take long if you keep playing along nicely. You're going to be such a nice, fat ape." She leaned back a bit, taking her hands away from his crotch.

Tom howled in frustration. That bitch! Oh no, oh no, he could feel himself slipping away slowly.

“Nooouuhg!", he screamed. “Carrooo! Noo chaange! Nooo animal! Me Tooom! Me huma… oook! Puuleees! Shtoop!"

While he was pleading at her, tears streaming down his face, his hands moved to the hem of his pants. His fingers and palms hand grown much larger, too clumsy to handle the fly of his jeans. He gripped the cloth, making the muscles of his arms bulge.

He writhed on his seat trying to get the darn piece of clothing off. His socks slipped off in the process, revealing overly large feet, their toes spreading into almost finger-like appendages. Thick black fur spilled out of his ripped sleeves. The seams of his pants creaked.

“You seem to have some problems there, hun", Caroline sneered. “Want me to help you out?"

“Fuuuoook! Fuuuook Yooo!", Tom roared. The word “fuck" sending an involuntary spike of lust into his painfully compressed balls.

“Fuck me?", she laughed.

Another surge of pure wanting hit him.

“I'm not gonna fuck with you."

Tom groaned.

“You're never going to fuck a woman again."

“Ouuuook!", he screamed.

His hands still rubbing and tearing at his jeans, the cloth already soaked through. Still, there was a part in him fighting against his animal urges, a part that was unbearable aware of how his brain was getting brutalized and how his body was being warped. At that moment, he caught sight of his face in a mirror on the wall.

His nose had half sunken in, leaving his nostrils flared open as he breathed heavily. His lips had thinned out, almost disappearing to nothing. Instead, his upper and lower jaw had started to jut out, forming a short snout, a dark hue covering the skin. As he opened his mouth to scream in panic, his enlarged canines showed him how much of his humanity he had already lost. His hair was dwindling, making room for rough black fur. He raised one clumsy hand, fearfully touching his shrinking forehead. He could feel his brain being compressed, his capacity for complex thought being squeezed right out of it.

Caroline must have noticed his distraction. Nimble as a snake she peeled out of her shirt, making her large tits bounce in her bra. Tom howled again as she pulled the bra down, revealing her dark, erect nipples. She started rubbing them with one hand, while her other hand trailed up Tom's leg.

“I'm not going to fuck you", she announced, making him shake and grind his teeth. Instantly, his faltering attention was back on her. “But I think you need some help."

Here tits were magnificent. Their pale, veiny skin hypnotized him. Oh, how he needed her to have her way with him.

“Carooo oook ook!", he grumbled, drool dripping down on his chest. “Caaroo! Me! Fugg!"

“I said no, you dumb beast!", she mocked him. “But I'll help you out."

“Yeeeah! Carooo! Help!", he hooted, hitting his chest with one fist. Oh no! What was he doing. He was starting to act like a gorilla. He had to snap out of it, run away, just stop… staring… at… oh, those tits!

Caroline was not planning on letting him finish his diminishing thoughts. She unbuttoned his fly and pulled the zipper down. Immediately Tom's gut bounced forwards, ripping the jeans in tow at the crotch. He sighed in relief as the pressure was lessened, but still his balls were painfully caught in his underwear.

As Caroline's fingers felt for Tom's dick, he was hardly able to look down, even though his bloated gut obscured most of the view anyway. To his astonishment, the penis in those spotless, cruel hands looked almost completely human. Blood shot into it immediately, filling it with the hardness it was unable to achieve imprisoned in Tom's trousers. He could smell himself. A rank and greasy animal smell.

“Look at that! I'm almost sad I'm missing out on this", Caroline said, licking her lips and running her fingers along his length. “Almost. But – ah – I'm at least helping you to get all that human seed out. Up to now, you'd still be able to have children. We don't want that, do we?"

“Nuu! Noo ook take!", Tom shouted. “Me no oook! Me … mee … ape?"

“Stop complaining you oaf! You are getting a free handjob out of this."

Whit this Caroline started jerking his cock with one hand, while her other cupped his balls.

“Noo!", was all that Tom could grunt before pleasure dimmed his senses even more. He was immediately overwhelmed by just this simple form of satisfaction. Even more: He felt proud. Proud that a female had accepted his sexual prowess and dominance over the other males. His muscles bulged, ripping the seams of his remaining clothing. His spine cracked as his neck shortened. He didn't care. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be big. His balls churned, tightened, the pressure from his tangled underpants lessening.

“That's the way!", Caroline encouraged him. “Come on, big boy! Yes, yes, yes! Get it all out! Be an animal for me! Give it to me! Yeeeaaah!"

He grunted and let his balls explode. A huge torrent of spunk splashed into Caroline's waiting hand and down her arm. Some droplets even reached her breasts. She laughed and was quick to catch the streams running down her wrist with her other hand.

“Almost thirty seconds, wow", she joked. Then she brought Tom's cum to her mouth, slowly sank her tongue into it and licked it up.

Tom was spent, but for a moment the clouds in his brain lifted, revealing that little part of himself that still tried to resist. He looked at his hands, they were gigantic, dark black and hard to move. They weren't his. They couldn't be.

“Ey, eyes down here, stud!", Caroline ordered and reached for his dick again. “Look at it! You'll learn something new about gorillas today."

She started jerking him again and his erection hadn't receded completely anyway. But still, his maleness seemed to shrink.

“Oook ook uhuhu!", Tom protested, as the dark hue of his new skin overtook the last pink areas of his flesh. He wanted to be big and powerful, now his penis got shorter with every tug of Caroline's fingers. And it felt so good.

“Gorillas don't need big dicks", Caroline explained. “Ooh, look how it is crawling over my hand on it's own. It's now, maybe four inches? Now closer to three, still going… Ah, let's seal the deal."

She pressed his shrinking penis against his furry leg with her palm, stimulating the whole length at once. He hooted in defeat, his excitement rising again.

“Just a feeew seconds now. You wont last longer. Ooh yes, sooo close already. You'll cum your remaining brains out. Yeeeah, just like that. Squirting it out against your leg. The last human word's you'll understand is me telling you to fuck yourself dumb!"

He started to rock his massive hips against her hand, grunting and huffing, his arousal tugging at his last remnant of human thought. He could virtually feel how it pooled into his balls, ready to be pumped out, smeared onto his leg and dripping down on the carpet.

“Nuuu! Noouu! Mee nnnouu aaaoook! Oook! Oook!"

“Now!", shouted Caroline. “Fuck yourself dumb!"

“Oouk!"

It was nothing more than a small grunt that came over his changed lips. His loins clenched and pushed out a small amount of watery jizz. The gorilla fell back into the cushions, exhaling soundly and fell asleep almost immediately.

Caroline wiped her hand on the seat next to her. She didn't want to taste that load. She got up and walked to the door.