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Samantha had been anticipating that Friday like few other days of the year. Her birthday was special, sure, but that just meant getting older. Christmas is always a delight, but with it came all the money she burnt on gifts. Halloween was a favorite of hers, but this year it was going to fall on a Monday, of all days. Ridiculous! Sure, there were plenty of occasions to look forward to this year, but they all had their minor downsides and would happen again the next year. This Friday, however, was a truly unique cause for celebration. It had Samantha checking the calendar regularly, doing extra chores and work to distract herself from the wait, and going to bed early just so the next morning would get there quicker.

All because the new Jurassic Park movie was finally coming out.

A diehard fan since the OG Spielberg classic, Samantha was a connoisseur when it came to the series. She seen both trilogies multiple times, read and reread the two Crichton books, and collected nary every piece of merchandise she could get her hands on, whether she was able to afford it or not. It had triggered her fascination with paleontology which she had studied in college and made a career out of. Call her vanilla, but her favorite dinosaur was the Tyrannosaurus Rex, owing to the moment she saw one tear through the electric fence in Spielberg’s masterpiece. That whining twang of wires snapping, the echoing [i]thoom[/i] of the beast stepping onto the road, and that world famous roar all cemented a love she would never shake.

Her boyfriend Josh bore the brunt of her obsession. They’d moved in together half a year ago. Josh knew she loved Jurassic Park and dinosaurs but didn’t get an up-close look at how deep it went until he saw her collection firsthand. While Samantha didn’t expect him to share half of her enthusiasm, she did require a tolerance for an almost daily mention and discussion of the series or at the very least the amazing animals it featured. He thought dinosaurs were pretty cool, sure, but what Samantha had was downright neurotic. No matter her wild loyalty to the Jurassic series, Josh still loved her. There were certainly worse things to be obsessed with when it came to the world of mass media.

Thursday night came and the couple were headed to the theater for the midnight premiere. It was only a few blocks from their apartment, short enough to walk. They left a full hour before the movie was slated to start. “We have to get there early for good seats!” Samantha insisted. While following her Josh repeatedly had to ask her to slow down; the movie wasn’t going anywhere. She hardly listened. He only had chances to catch up to her whenever she stopped at a crosswalk. The moment Josh reached her the walking sign would flash green and Samantha would go bounding forward, not at all caring for the many cars around her.

Her light brown hair would bounce around her shoulders and back, just above the gap of skin between her teeny shirt and butt-hugging skinny jeans. The famous Jurassic Park logo, a skeletal T-Rex in profile, jostled with her breasts as she ran. An exorbitant length of cleavage was exposed to the florescent street lamps whose ghastly white glow gleamed in her bright blue eyes. She turned around to see poor Josh chugging after her. She waved him over sharply. “Come on! What’s the hold up?”

Josh wasn’t as fit as he would’ve liked to be. That much became apparent as his lungs burned and his leg muscles ached. He wore a similar themed shirt as Samantha’s albeit one that hung like a big red apron over his stomach. His glasses kept sliding down the bridge of his nose, requiring adjustment. In the cool night air, he was starting to sweat. It chilled on his brow and stuck in the black stubble of his beard. “[i]Huhhh… I’m coming![/i]” he panted after her.

“Well come faster!” She whipped her head forward towards her goal and just kept on running. The few people on the streets at that hour looked at them curiously. Josh tried his best to ignore them, and if he couldn’t just smile awkwardly.

They made it to the block where the theater was. There was already a small crowd filing into the front doors. Posters and banners were plastered everywhere, either showing off the famous logo or the profile of a rather insidious looking carnivore. A T-rex maybe? Samantha couldn’t tell. It was kept ambiguous on purpose. The writers of the series loved to add new dinos and make their arrival a mystery. Samantha filed through her mental encyclopedia to guess what it could’ve been. [i]Giganotosaurus? Allosaurus? Carcharodontasaurus? Mapusaurus?[/i] It could be any of those! Maybe even-

Samantha came to a dead halt. She was at the edge of the sidewalk ready to cross over onto the block with the theater when she spotted an elderly woman crossing the road. She was coming from Samantha’s right, over the crosswalk. She was hunched over a walker which was completely inundated with several plastic bags of groceries. On the walker’s cushion were five or six bags. Three more hung from each of the woman’s wrinkled hands which gripped the walker for dear life. She was bundled up from head to toe, exposing only her wizened face. Her long, pitted nose was covered in patches of red flesh. Her jowls hung loosely while purple bags sat beneath her eyes. A light blue cowl was wrapped around her head, letting only a sliver of white hairline peek down from her scalp.

Samantha glanced at the street signals. It was flashing the red stop hand with a countdown rapidly approaching 0. The lady was only halfway down the crosswalk when the sign stopped flashing to form a solid red hand. The red light above her turned green, but the cars waiting at the line had to stay where they were thanks to the grandma taking her sweet time in front of them. Then…

“[i]Ahhh![/i]” The lady yelled weakly as a single plastic bag slipped from her finger. It hit the painted asphalt and sent a hoard of tangerines spilling out towards the nearest car. The lady was trapped where she was, unable to reach for the tangerines thanks to the other bags she was holding onto. She watched helplessly as several of them rolled underneath the car whose driver banged his head into the headrest impatiently.

Samantha gasped. [i]Shit![/i] She looked towards the theater. More people were filing inside. She looked back at the old lady. The look of despair on her face was palpable, as was the bitterness emanating from the drivers waiting for her to do something, anything. The good seats Samantha wanted so badly were being taken, but here was this sweet old lady in a pickle. Few situations like this had such a clear right vs. wrong set of choices, but damn if they weren’t a pain in the ass.

Samantha sighed. She jogged over to the old lady and squatted next to the plastic bag. “Here! Let me help.” She held one of the bag handles open so that she could stuff in as many tangerines as she could. The ones under the car were a lost cause, but she could at least salvage some of the closer ones.

The old lady looked down at her in surprise. “Oh no no no,” she said in a frail voice that crackled. “You don’t have to.”

“Don’t worry! It’s fine.” Samantha looked up at her and flashed a smile. “It’s no biggie!”

The lady’s frown eased into a touched smile. “Well, thank you so much.”

“Of course, of course.” Samantha stood up with the bag and hustled for just a few more of the tangerines before standing next to the lady and laying her hand on her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

The two of them shuffled their way down the rest of the sidewalk. Josh had just arrived on the scene by the time they made it to the sidewalk. The car driver zoomed forward to beat the light that had just turned yellow, pulverizing a couple tangerines in the process. Josh watched them, feeling guilty for not having gotten there sooner. “You OK?”

“Yeah, yeah!” said Samantha. “We’re fine. Just had a little accident.”

The woman’s smile was beaming, revealing a snaggly row of nicotine-stained teeth. “Thank you very much sweetheart. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh nonsense. Anybody would’ve done the same.” Samantha insisted.

“Oh, I disagree.” The woman put the bags that were still in her hand on the sidewalk so that she could collect them. She snuck her hand into a leather purse that dangled off her shoulder. She fished out something and presented it to Samantha in her wrinkly palm. It was a single coin, wide and old. Its bronze face was so worn that Samantha couldn’t tell whose profile it was on the front. Whoever it was, they weren’t an American president. “Here. Take this.”

“Oh no! It’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes I do.” She flipped the coin over with her thumb, showing off an equally worn tail side. “Take it. I have dozens back home for kind folk like you.” Her smile broadened, showing more of that gnarly collection of grey and yellow incisors. “Wish whatever you’d like on it. It’ll come true.”

Samantha cocked an eyebrow. She and Josh shared a look. [i]Some cooky old lady, I guess.[/i] If she was so adamant about giving it up it probably wasn’t that valuable. Plus, the way she said it could grant a wish made it sound like it was some prop or gag coin. “OK. Thank you.” Samantha plucked the coin from her hand. Her palm was cold and smooth. The coin itself was heavier than it looked, like it had a core of lead or something. She held it up in front of her eyes and glinted it in the streetlights. There were no dates or markings that she could make out. It could have been minted centuries ago or just a few years. She was no numismatist, but she didn’t think it was anything rare or valuable.

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” The woman grabbed her bags from the sidewalk and held them to the grip of her walker. “Make your wish a good one.” And with that she continued her way back home, grinning that nasty little grin.

“Um, OK. Bye.” Samantha and Josh shared another look. The two of them shrugged before she remembered that they both had a movie to get to. “Shit! Come on!” Off she went, leaving her boyfriend in the dust.

There was a whole 45 minutes left until Midnight, but the lines were already packed for snacks. They spent a small fortune on candies, drinks, and a tub of golden popcorn. Josh carried most of the burden while Samantha led the way to the theater. They found it half full already with just about all the middle rows occupied. That was to be expected. [i]No good deed goes unpunished[/i] Samantha thought to herself. She jokingly considered wishing on the coin to make everyone vacate the theater so that she and Josh could watch it on their own. She was just ready to slide her hand into her pocket as a joke when she spotted two seats that were open. It was closer to the screen than she would’ve hoped, but it was better than nothing.

They squeezed their way through and sat down with their snacks. They were early enough that the theater lights were all the way on. The screen was blank; the ads hadn’t even started yet. The two of them spent the next several minutes clicking away at their phones, chatting idly with the people next to them, and stewing in their own excitement. Samantha was willing to bet that not a single fan attending that night had the same amount of knowledge as she did when it came to the series and/or dinosaurs. It was a bet she would’ve won.

The lights faded and the ads started playing. The theater filled out gradually, eventually turning into a full house. There was the steady hum of chatter and excitement up until the lights finally dimmed and the trailers started playing. Samantha gripped her popcorn tightly. [i]Here it comes![/i] After the trailers were done the lights finally extinguished themselves to signal the beginning of the movie. Thrill surged through Samantha, crinkling her into her seat with a goofy grin on her face. Her hand fell on top of Josh’s on the armrest. He chuckled to himself and squeezed her back, happy to just be a part of her excitement.

The Universal Studios Logo zoomed over the globe to its famous soundtrack. The opening credits materialized amid a field of black. The movie started on a shot close to the ground. A pouring rain bounced off what looked like a muddy road. In the distance, out of focus was the jungle, dark, mysterious, swaying under the torrential downpour. For several seconds the shot remained the same, drowning the audience in its tropical atmosphere until…

[i]Shooooom…[/i]

In the midground was a muddy puddle oscillating under the rainfall. A heavy bass thudded the IMAX speakers, thrumming through the air and tightening the throats of everyone in their seats. It fell again.

[i]Shooooom…[/i]

Louder this time. The piddling puddle waved within its crater.

[i]Shooooom…[/i]

More distinct now. It was getting closer. It was heavy, looming, unstoppable.

[i]Shoooooom…[/i]

[i]Shooooom…[/i]

[i]Shooooom…[/i]

[i]SQUIRSH![/i]

Descending from the upper frame came a massive foot that consumed the entirety of the theater screen. It descended on the puddle, splashing its contents across the road. There were three scaley toes, each one tipped by claws the length of human arms. The soft mud inflated around them with a deep [i]squirsh[/i] sound. A throaty rumble echoed through the theater.

The mud-soaked foot carried on down the road. Between several alternating shots the audience saw the beast wandering through the jungle, unbothered by the murmuring downpour around it. Its face was not shown, only those towering legs so heavy with bone, muscle, and scale. The earth continued to rumble with its every step, creating a path of three-toed footprints which quickly filled with brown water. At last, the beast made it to the summit of a hill where it could peer down the yawning jungle before it. The landscape was dark beneath a blanket of storm clouds. With the crack of lightning came a brief but violent illumination of the landscape. Down the hill where the beast stood and at the end of the road carving through it was a human settlement. A village? A military base? A research outpost? Nobody knew.

The shot was from behind the monster’s legs, towards the distant lights marking where people remained blissfully unaware of the oncoming danger. The camera panned upwards, filling the frame out with the monster’s terrific form. Its slender calves blossomed into hellacious thighs, then a monstrous body, and at last its head and tail. At once the audience recognized what the monster was. Ask any kindergartener what it was, and they would’ve told you. Atop that rainy hill with its crested brows, yellow irises, and lipless maw was the mighty Tyrannosaurus. It eyed the patch of civilization hungrily. A dry snarl rumbled through its chest, belting steam out of its nostrils. Suddenly it lifted its head and let loose a great roar. The screen was flashed by a bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder, then blackness.

[b][center]Jurassic Park New Beginnings[/center][/b]

A few people in the crowd clapped. It was finally here! The movie they had all been waiting for, the genesis of a new trilogy. It was what Samantha had been dreaming of more than anyone else in that entire building, but among the handful of people who vocalized their excitement, Samantha remained deathly quiet.

The movie could not have opened in any worse of a way. Oh, it was suspenseful alright. She loved the atmosphere. It didn’t waste any time showing off her and mostly everyone else’s favorite dinosaur (people often said that it was better to wait for the monster’s big reveal. To that Samantha said phooey. Give me the fucking dinosaurs). But it was none of that which kept her silent.

Broiling inside of her, without much of her input, was a faint but tangible arousal. That intro had done a damn good job grabbing her attention, but not for the reason the movie makers intended. Unknown to her beloved boyfriend of over a year, there was one thing she enjoyed with the same amount of intensity as dinosaurs: feet. Beyond just an innocent fascination, it was her greatest guilty pleasure and turn on. Just like her love of Jurassic Park, her foot fetish had its origin in the first movie. Watching the movie again and again while she got older had her mind wandering to certain parts of dino anatomy. She collected sketches of their scaley steppers, both ones she found online and those she had drawn herself.

In just the first few minutes of the movie’s runtime she was given the absolute best view a woman of her tastes could have asked for: Scaley, digitigrade feet, soaked in the rain, plastered in mud, squishing into the malleable earth and creating a steady beat of [i]thooms[/i] just like in the first movie. They hadn’t spared a single detail, both in the T-Rex’s appearance and in the way he moved. From the moment the movie first captured it stepping into the puddle to when it panned upwards to catch it roaring, Samantha was in a trance. Her breathing turned deep, swelling her bosom out and flaring her nostrils. Her hand clenched Josh’s, something he falsely interpreted as gleeful suspense. Nope. Not that. His girlfriend was just super horny from some muddy dino feet, that’s all.

Even as the opening title started to fade away, Samantha could not shake the heat that was simmering in her face and loins. She was hardly paying any attention when Chris Pratt appeared on screen, chatting with what appeared to be some scientists. Or some poachers? Maybe some greedy investors. Samantha didn’t know. Samantha didn’t care. Those beautiful T-Rex feet had imprinted themselves deeply in her mind. Her thighs squirmed in her feet as the thought of herself being a mighty T-Rex and stomping around a muddy field trampled through her mind, worsening her arousal.

Breaking such an unusual fantasy was the weight of the coin the old lady had given her sitting in her pocket. She absentmindedly slid her hand down and felt its shape sitting against her thigh. Her fingers poked at it, sliding it around her pocket. The woman’s face and voice echoed in her head. [i]Wish whatever you’d like on it. It’ll come true. Make it a good one. [/i]Without any conscious decision or reason, Samantha pressed the tips of her fingers to the coin and whispered to herself.

“[i]I wish I was a big T-Rex.[/i]”

Neither Josh nor the fellow on her right heard her say it. In the instant that immediately followed nothing really happened. The movie continued without anything major, just some boring preposition and character introduction. Josh reached into the popcorn bucket in Samantha’s lap and stuffed some into his mouth. Chris Pratt made a wisecrack and a few people in the audience laughed. Even Samantha, who was still in the throes of some mild arousal, managed a soft chuckle. She and everyone else was ignorant of the coin in her pocket suddenly beginning to glow. The raised circle in the fabric of her jeans turned a dull orange color. Inside the coin’s bronze coating was starting to wilt away, losing even more of its luster and definition. Then it stopped, now looking more like a brown metal disc than something that could be called a coin.

Samantha’s wish had been granted.

Her back snapped into a straight line, bouncing several golden puffs of popcorn out of the tub and spilling them onto the floor below. It startled Josh. There was nothing happening in the movie that warranted such a reaction. “[i]Hey![/i]” he whispered, taking the tub out of her lap. “[i]You OK?[/i]” The people in the rows in front of her heard but paid no attention. The poor fellow on her right had to wipe some kernels off his lap.

Samantha didn’t hear him. The movie in front of her had gone through a violent change in pace. Chris Pratt’s grizzly mug was quite abruptly replaced by an up-close shot of a T-Rex’s foot. It was sunken into the mud, leaving its tri-pointed imprint. The T-Rex stomped through the mud, rampaging through an empty field of water-filled craters. Every other stride was accompanied by a sudden and direct shot of the beast’s feet. Water splashed around them. Fragments of mud sloughed off its toes and onto the ground below. It was so beautiful, so majestic, so goddamn hot.

Samantha’s face was on fire. A terrible ache fell on her crotch like a void that needed filling. First her legs closed, then abruptly came open, knocking her knees into the seats flanking her. She let go of the popcorn tub and gripped the armrests. Her breathing escalated, becoming loud enough to distract the people around her.

Josh was understandably alarmed. “[i]Hey hey hey! What’s wrong?[/i]”

Samantha tried to collect herself. “[i]Sorry! Sorry… This is just… really intense. Whew.[/i]”

Josh looked at the screen. Two scientists were driving a jeep talking about a rare dinosaur or something, not what he’d call intense. “[i]It is? Nothing’s happening.[/i]”

For Samantha, watching a T-Rex scamper through the mud was definitely not nothing, though that’s not what anyone else saw. The coin was working its magic, throwing her senses into hyperdrive with what it knew would turn her on, and holy shit was it working. Her cunny was on fire, leaking such a serious amount of juices that it clung the panties to her skin with a vacuum seal. Sweat had broken out across her forehead. Her nipples perked and started bleeding through her bra and t-shirt. An intense pressure was building inside of the crotch of her jeans, tightening the fabric to her skin and chafing her burning organ.

Josh gripped her wrist. “[i]Come on. If it’s that bad we can-[/i] “

“No!” Her voice cracked through the theater, startling Josh and everyone around her. The heads in the aisles in front of her whipped backwards. A few people stuck their fingers to their mouths and hissed at her to be quiet. “[i]Sorry! Sorry…[/i]” She looked at Josh who was deeply concerned. “[i]Sorry, I mean I’m fine. I’m enjoying the movie.[/i]” She looked at the screen and saw the T-Rex kick up an entire storm of mud fragments behind him. “[i]A lot.[/i]”

Josh didn’t know any better but judging by the tint of her cheeks and the gap between her legs, she was getting awfully turned on. Watching the movie, he saw Chris Pratt taking his shirt off, revealing a nicely carved trunk of hair and muscle. [i]Huh… I didn’t think he was that hot.[/i] Josh sat back in his seat and rubbed his chin in thought. [i]Guess I should start working out.[/i]

Samantha couldn’t have cared less about Chris Pratt, or Josh, or any other man in the universe for that matter. There was only that glorious pair of T-Rex feet whose scaley digits were so caked in mud by this point that she could hardly see any of the feet beneath it. It started to rain, washing off the mud and further softening the earth below. He took it as sign to continue his fun, going so far as to plop down on his side and roll around like a giant, monstrous piggy.

It was too much for Samantha. She stealthily slid her hand down her tummy to her pants button. A few seconds of fumbling passed before it was undone. Down went her fly, letting open a heavy stench of arousal. With it was the sweat that had greased her skin and soaked her panties. Her nostrils cringed and her toes curled. The need to finger herself was dire. She slid her fingertips into the top of her underwear while darting her eyes left and right to make sure Josh or anyone else was watching. Seeing nobody, she continued down until she felt the scratch of her pubes. The heat of her cunny was intense, hotter than anything she could normally expect. With it was that strange pressure that felt like her pants were closing in on her crotch. Her fingers kept sliding down. She was ready to feel the top corner of her cunt when a shock like a thousand volts made her draw her hand out of her pants like she had touched a lit stove.

Her heart started racing. Panic made her eyes go round. Air hissed through her nose. [i]Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! [/i]Her terror was concealed by a scene where Chris Pratt and company were in a motorcycle chase with a gang of raptors. The moment she jerked her hand was the moment one cast member was leapt upon by a snarling raptor, so when Josh wrote it off. What he couldn’t have guessed was Samantha’s unexpected and panic-inducing body crisis. When her hand slid down into her panties, she did not find her cunt hot and ready for her inspection.

Instead, there was a fat cock hard as diamond, waiting to get jerked.

She looked down and saw why there was such an intense pressure. Bloating down beneath the hilt of her zipper was a globe of distended fabric where her newly grown pair of balls sat inside of a sack. Reaching down her left thigh was an even more intrusive cylinder of meat, the head of which included the familiar outline of a cock helmet. It burned against the skin of her thigh. Like an unwitnessed cut she only now felt its weight and aching arousal. The muscle running through it throbbed heavily. A clot of precum bled from her slit, darkening the fabric of her jeans. It demanded her attention with more vehemence than her feminine organs ever had.

At any other time she would have let the fear consume her and send her into a blind panic. The influence of her erection was too strong, however, and soon had her scraping at her fly to make room to get it out of there. Her hand descended into her pants and grabbed hold of the shaft. It was hot to the touch, textured by a winding map of thick veins and sinewy flesh. She pulled it out, scraping the glans across the inside of her jeans. It came flopping out like a claymore, wrapped around its head by a thick foreskin that glistened with precum. A heavy sigh blew out of her. The relief of having so much pressure going away was a wonderful pleasure on its own, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She had to jerk off. [i]Now.[/i]

Her cock stood from her lap with such stature that it required both of her hands to get a full grip. She was admittedly unexperienced in the realm of male masturbation, but with such a mind-throbbing level of horny pumping through her veins simply tugging at her dick did the trick. Her jaw fell slack and her eyes rolled up into her head. Each stroke sent a massive wobble through her tits. Her whole body bounced and writhed in its seat as she completely put aside all attempts at stealth.

It was the gentleman next to her that saw it first. He had been dimly aware of her previous theatrics but tried to ignore it. He figured Samantha was going through some sort of medical episode, one that the fellow with her had under control. That clearly wasn’t the case when he looked over and saw her jerking off. His first instinct was to laugh. The lady’s huge tits were bouncing all over the place. He saw her cock and figured it was some big dildo she had smuggled into the theater. His smile collapsed into a grimace of disgust. This had to have been some kind of prank, a real sick one too. Who the fuck brings a dildo into a crowded theater?

Not this lady, because the cock she was pulling on was the real deal. Revulsion sent the man jerking sideways in his chair away from her. “Oh my God.” He rocketed out of his seat and charged down the aisle. The people he bumped into asked what was wrong. “I’m getting security. That bitch is jerking off.” Such a bizarre statement was the last thing any of them expected. It was when they looked over and saw Samantha tearing away at her footlong that they collectively gasped in horror and joined the man towards the exit.

Poor Josh was just sitting there, watching in blank horror as his longtime girlfriend masturbated her heart out with a cock more than twice as long as his was. He didn’t yell, he didn’t demand to know what the fuck she was doing or where she had grown such a huge member. He didn’t do anything. The movie didn’t exist to him, nor did the growing number of people running away from Samantha’s debauchery. There was only the woman he loved in front of him stroking her dick with more energy than she had every shown him.

Samantha was on another planet. Seeing the T-Rex resume its gay frolicking through the mud was an aphrodisiac like no other. Huffs and moans blew through her mouth. The foreskin peeled on and off of her cock tip where a steady flow of precum was bleeding free. Inside of her shoes her toes were curling. The muscles along her inner thighs bulged out against her skin. Her entire legs bounced on their toes, unable to contain the raw pleasure now blowing through her entire crotch region. It felt so good, but she needed more. Looking down at her huge phallus she was reminded of her giant breasts. They were jiggling in her bra wildly, begging for freedom. She obliged them with a hasty removal of her shirt and bra, letting them fall into their natural shape, heavy and round. She grabbed both of them, leaned forward, and clamped them around the head of her dick.

“[i]Huhhhhhhhh~[/i]” Angelically soft skin swallowed her cock, sending a shiver throughout her core and legs. Her cock throbbed its approval, letting loose a fat glob of pre which wetted the inside of her cleavage. She groped her jugs into a circle, rolling them around her dick and filling it with such joy that her moaning became involuntary. “[i]Huhhh… Oh fuck... Mmmmm…[/i]”

People stood in their seats to watch while dozens more filed out of the theater. Curses were thrown at her. Phones were drawn to capture it on footage. The movie, by this point, might as well have been put on pause or shut off completely. There was a much more entertaining, if repulsive, show to watch. Josh was in the middle of it all, completely unsure of what to do. Should he run away with everyone else? Or stick by Samantha’s side through what had to have been some kind of episode. God, that’s all he hoped it was, that or some sick trick. Maybe the dick was fake. Maybe she strapped on some kind of hyperrealistic dildo and decided to have some fun with it.

Such hopes were dashed once her orgasm ripped out of her. Samantha’s head was thrown back by a guttural wail that erupted from the very bottom of her chest. A thick rope of white came rocketing out from between her tits, rising high into the air above her and falling as a rain of molten pearls. They [i]thudded[/i] everywhere: on Samantha’s tits, her face, her lap, and Josh next to her. His face was victim to several musty droplets. More geysers shot out of her, splattering more cum across her, Josh, and the immediate vicinity.

It was the last straw for everyone watching, especially the people who were close enough to almost get hit by her seminal rain. They killed their phone cameras and went running. It was at that moment that security came barreling into the theater to put a stop to Samantha’s antics. The movie came to an abrupt stop. The theater lights turned on, dousing everything in bright lights. Two squads of guards came filing into the row from both sides to perform a pincer movement, blocking Samantha’s only means of escape.

What they did not know was that they were the ones who should’ve been running, for Samantha’s wish was finally about to come true.

She let go of her breasts and slumped back in her seat. Her penis fell limp into her lap, drooling a fat bead of cum. The nearest guards, once recovered from the small shock of seeing a woman’s penis longer than all of theirs, demanded that she get up. She was unresponsive. Her head was flat against the back of the seat; her jaw was slack. Josh tugged at her shoulder.

“Samantha, baby? Are you OK?”

A grumble rolled out of her throat, deep, shaky, and reptilian. Cold shivers ran down the spine of every person present. That was not the sound a human was supposed to make. Even less human was the sudden pop sound that echoed out from inside of Samantha’s body. Everyone jumped like it was a gunshot. Josh jumped out of his seat to get away. “[i]Somebody help her![/i]” he cried.

One guard dared to step close. “Ma’am? Are you alright?”

[i]Pop![/i]

They all jumped again. Samantha’s thighs jerked and began sliding down the seat cushion. Josh thought she was falling out of the chair but noticed that her rump was in the same place. She wasn’t sliding out of the chair. Her legs were getting longer.

Samantha came to around the same time her limbs were starting to stretch. She looked down to see her clothes tightening around her body. [i]Are they shrinking???[/i] She felt the armrests flanking her body begin to press into her hips. [i]No, I’m getting bigger![/i] She held her arms up and saw the bones in her fingers jut out into the skin. There came a terrible wrenching sound as the sinews and tendons began hardening into a steely core. Loud [i]snaps[/i] and [i]pops[/i] came out from the depths of her body as her bones and joints crumpled themselves into a myriad of shapes far too unnatural for any normal person. Josh and the guards all gawked in terror as her body morphed before their very eyes. Terror gripped Samantha. She looked at Josh with a visage hardening into that of a reptile’s. Her brow fattened into a ridge. Her lips sank into her jaws, revealing a row of sharpened teeth. The tip of her nose flattened into her face, turning into a pair of thin nostril slits. She screamed, “[i]What’s happening to me?[/i]”

Her voice was not that of a frightened woman, but a wounded animal. It shrieked across the theater like a deafening roar, forcing the hands of everyone present onto their ears. The fingers of her hands started fusing together, ring fingers into pinkies and index fingers into middle fingers. Her thumbs sank into the side of her palm, never to reappear again. There was a great [i]riiiiip[/i] as her jeans shredded apart at their seams, connected only by several thin threads. Her shoes burst apart into a dozen fragments once they each gave birth to a trio of sharp foot claws.

Samantha gasped. All at once she realized what was happening. As she witnessed her toes extend themselves into giant claw-sheathes, her terror was replaced by orgasmic euphoria. [i]I’m turning into a T-Rex![/i] She let loose a triumphant hoot which to everyone witnessing was a prehistoric bark. The desecration of her clothes was not ruinous, but rather a symbolic departure from her life as a human. Her hair fell out of her scalp in clumps like a chemo patient. What it revealed was a scalp covered in scaley bumps, more of which sprouted down her back. All at once her pale white skin became a rigid covering of scales the color of dark green. They overlapped each other to form an all-encompassing layer of flexible armor. Her once proud breasts deflated into her chest. She wouldn’t be needing them anymore. Good riddance. Her shin and foot extended to such a length that the seats in front of her began bowing forward. Meanwhile her ankle and knees rose further up her leg to form a digitigrade foot. Her arms did the opposite, shrinking into a pair of finger-arms no bigger than they were when she was a normal woman.

It was at that moment the guards got the memo and sprinted their way out of there. Only Josh remained, equal parts stunned and amazed by Samantha’s transformation into the thing she loved most. What had been abject horror was now keen fascination along with queer acceptance. Samantha was beautiful before, but now she was stunning. Who was he to stop her or wish otherwise. Then he remembered. [i]Wish…[/i]

Samantha’s skull had elongated into a full-fledged T-Rex skull, complete with a famously fierce scowl and spiked eye ridges. Her spine elongated up towards the ceiling, making sitting in the chairs impossible. With a tail growing out of her backside for balance she fell forward, bringing her body parallel to the floor below. The last vestiges of her humanity melted away into a statuesque display of Tyrannosaurid anatomy, a terrible lizard indeed. With the last few feet of length added to her body, her penis, now several feet long and covered with sensitive pink skin, retracted into a thin slit at the base of her tail.

The transformation was complete. Samantha’s head was bowed, her jaw clamped, tail swerved into a slight crescent behind her. The scales across her body were a jaded green, textured by a layer of interwoven scales and meandering veins. Down her back was the thick ridge of her spine which ended only at the very tip of her tail. The darker color of her topside softened into a paler yellow underbelly. Her arms were characteristically small for a T-Rex, but unmistakably powered by a bedrock of muscle thick and powerful enough to tear through even the hardiest of steel wire. Those terrific jaws were the size of furniture, lined around by a row of serrated white teeth the length of bananas. Her colossal feet stood on the floor of the row where she once sat. Around her was the detritus of crushed theater chairs, spilled popcorn, and shredded clothes.

She opened her eyes. Glaring in the bright theater light were a pair of irises yellower than the sun on even its brightest of days. The onyx pupil at their centers imploded in the light, then darted around to absorb her surroundings. The floor was so far beneath her and the ceiling so close. Her entire body hummed with a might like a thousand men. She clinched her jaws. It was as though an I-beam would’ve snapped between her teeth. Her bitty finger claws flexed. She looked behind herself and saw her tail. She gave it a solid whip. It whooshed through the air loudly. [i]Yes… Yes! I’m… I’m-![/i]

She announced to the world what she was by throwing her head back, opening her jaws, and letting loose the most powerful roar ever emitted in over 65 million years. The entire theater shook on its foundation. The ceiling crackled and swayed. Pigeons outside flew away out of fear. People in the neighboring theaters wondered what the hell kind of surround sound that one had. The very space around her was ladened by the volume of her roar, stabbing Josh in his eardrums and forcing his hands over his ears.

The moment her roar was finished she went about to begin her rampage. With nowhere else to go, she charged straight for the screen in front of her. Her feet thudded into the floor like artillery shells. [i]Whumpf. Whumpf. Whumpf. Whumpf. [/i]

[i]SMASHHHHH![/i]

Her head slammed into the screen, shredding it and the brick façade immediately behind it. Tons of mortar, rebar, and plaster exploded off her head and into the sidewalks outside. Cars driving by swerved away and crashed into cars in the opposite lane. Samantha came charging out of the building and thumping into the open streets. It had started raining, dousing her scales in a glistening wetness which glowed beneath the fluorescent streetlamps. People on the sidewalk came to a screeching halt, screamed, and ran away. Cars slammed into reverse, hitting other cars behind them. Their occupants came out, screaming their lungs out and sprinting away to safety. The street had become a scene of chaos and devastation, loud with the wails of civilians and yet another triumphant roar out of Samantha. She stomped her way further into the city, roaring to her heart’s delight and spreading a delicious epidemic of terror.

Josh was alone back in the theater among a cyclone of destruction. Before him was a gaping hole in the wall framed by crackling electrical wires, bent rebar, and torn insulation. The view was the neighboring street doused in rain. Two cars were crushed into each other with their hazards blinking. Samantha’s roars echoed in the distance, then grew softer and softer as she rampaged her way through the city. Josh just stood there, emotionally blank. He glanced over to the crater Samantha had created. In the center of the blown-out chairs were her clothes. Her red shirt was in absolute tatters. The Jurassic Park logo was the only thing intact with everything around it having been reduced into strips and threads. Her pants were nearby, looking like they had been tossed into and coughed out of a wood chipper, as did about everything else.

He wandered up to the crater curiously and picked up her pants. He slid his hand into one of the pockets and fished out the coin the old woman had given Samantha. It looked more worn than it had been, barely recognizable as a coin. Was this what had changed Samantha? Did she wish to turn into a T-Rex? Did it even still work? He wondered…

[i]***[/i]

Samantha’s rampage through the city was the most fun she’d ever had. People threw their hands up and screamed. Cars swerved in every direction, often crashing into buildings and each other. Their occupants would come scrambling out and then run away. She didn’t see them, but she knew there were hundreds of cameras on her, either from the safety of inside a building or behind a corner.

She fucking loved it! [i]Let ‘em watch! Let everyone see how powerful I am![/i] If a car was empty, she would smash her foot on it. The roof would collapse like a tin can. The windows [i]popped[/i] out into a million tiny pieces. The horn would blare and then go dead. The airbags would poof and then deflate. So satisfying! She reared her head back and roared to the stormy sky above, blasting the streets with her triumph.

[i]Thoooom…[/i]

Her roar fell dead. She looked down towards the street from where she came. There was a wake of destruction that included crushed cars and toppled streetlamps. Something was approaching.

[i]Thoooom…[/i]

Samantha brought her foot off the car and faced down the intruder. She snorted the air. In it was the smell of a rival, a big one too.

[i]Thoooom…[/i]

She braced herself. Whatever was coming out of that darkness was no joke.

[i]Thoooom…

Thoooom…

Thoooom…[/i]

It materialized as a shadow, then formed the unmistakable silhouette of another T-Rex. It was real like Samantha, just as large and menacing. Its color scheme was like hers but unique in its pattern. Its glowing yellow eyes floated towards her, staring back at her.

She did not bow. Another roar bellowed out of her, directly at the intruder. They did not flinch. They continued their march towards her like nothing else was happening. Samantha stopped. Her jaws closed and her head tilted. [i]Is that..?[/i] Her yellow eyes went round. [i]No…[/i]

But it was. Coming towards her as casually as he would in the hallway back at their apartment was Josh in all his tyrannic glory. He had wished on the coin too, utilizing the last of its power. He came face to face with his girlfriend, then snorted a dual shot of steam from his nostrils. [i]‘Sup.[/i]

Samantha’s terrifying reptile face wasn’t capable of emoting, but if it was her smile would’ve been brilliant. She charged forward and nuzzled her lover, extending thanks for his loyalty. He nuzzled her back, murring with delight. [i]No problem.[/i]

Then, just like that, the celebration was over. They broke their nuzzles and shared a mighty roar. The two of them stamped down the street, deeper into the rainy concrete jungle, eager to tear the place apart together as mates.

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