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Letting the Ape-Woman Through

Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Harlock 27

He got her into bed and Michelle fell deeply asleep the moment that her head hit the soft pillow. A body like hers, after all, was never meant to stand up to and hold up to so many transformations, least of all one as extreme as the last had been.

Yet Shelly still had something more at play. There was a threat there, a big one, even if she had already bested the robbers who had threatened the bank and stopped her, even in a small way in the grand scheme of things, from completing her chores from the day. A break from routine, the expected process of the day, felt dangerous even then.

As she slept, Michelle transformed, slowly becoming Shelly with Oliver sleeping soundly beside her. He had no way of knowing that she was slowly bulking out, her muscles swelling and popping back into place, the strain on her body easier for her to take while slumber pulled her down. It was a way in which her body could process her transformation more easily, after all – which was exactly why she so often transformed back from Shelly to Michelle, fully, when she was asleep. It was something that happened the most comfortably, of course, after gorging herself on any and all food that she could find.

Yet, that time, she was bigger and burlier, though not entirely the ape-like monster that she had been in the bank. Her muscles did not swell up quite as much and she was left with an appearance like a muscle-gut at her lower abdomen, showing her pregnancy in the sense that her abdominals were not developed as much as before. It was not something that Michelle, quite honestly, was seeing or feeling on her human form yet, only being a month and a few days into her pregnancy, but it showed more in Shelly and in the way in which the ape-woman held herself.

The hair, however, thickened up, covering even more of Shelly's body than it had before, even covering her stomach too, which had, before, been mostly free of hair. It was a lighter coating of hair with still some bare patches of skin showing through, even if there was more coarse hair, almost like fur with the quality of the hairs on the deeper layer, designed for warmth and waterproofing, covering her entire body. Like an ape's feet, her feet remained mostly as they were, though they flexed to a greater extent too as Shelly groaned and rolled over in bed, scratching her belly absently and rubbing at it. Her hand stayed there, her knuckles hairy with tougher skin, after she had fussed.

Her thighs thickened too, though she was still wearing underwear on her bottom half and a T-shirt on the top, loose enough to sleep in and, resultingly, enough to keep her covered while she transformed. Although her breasts did fill it out more than before, considering that she hadn't been wearing a bra either, though that was hardly any of her concern, even then, as Shelly grunted and huffed, blinking in a light, rapid flutter as she came back to the waking world.

In the darkness of the night, she grunted, letting out short puffs of breath, as if she was scenting the air. The aroma of fresh, lilac body wash filled her nose and she sniffled, stifling the urge to sneeze. That was not an urge, as Shelly, that she was all that used to feeling – yet something in the ape-woman told her she shouldn't wake Oliver.

“Unff… Gotta… Gotta…"

Yet she couldn't get the words out, not as she heaved herself, as lightly as any ape-woman was able, up and off the bed, landing moderately on her feet. Her toes curled and she glanced down, testing out how they moved now, the claws affecting her stance. If she didn't want them to cut down into the carpet that she was standing on, she had to rock her weight back further onto her heels than before.

And Shelly, even then, didn't want to leave a trail behind her. She leaned over, rounding her shoulders, her jaw slightly slack so that her lips were parted – though not too much. The need to be quiet pressed on the back of her mind.

“Sorry…Oliver…"

She knew that what she was doing was problematic – and yet she couldn't help herself. The need was too great, the urge to make sure that the world around her, for her and their little one, was safe swelling through her like the rising tide. She could no more fight the urge than a tree could fight the storm, the trunk bending and bending and bending to where it looked as if the tree could not prevent itself from snapping.

Only, Shelly and Michelle could not snap. They had too many people counting on them.

Silently, or as silently as she was able to move as an ape-woman, Shelly swung out the open bedroom window, leaving the curtain fluttering faintly in the nighttime breeze. The dark of the night closed around her, some late-night traffic trundling through the suburbs of the city where their house was, though she stayed well away from it.

Blinking up at the sky, she squinted, though there were no stars to be seen – not with the light pollution colouring the sky, never quite allowing true darkness to close over the city. Something in her panged for natural spaces, for a world where trees rose around her and there were rocky, mountainous slopes to climb. Somewhere that no one would be able to harm her or threaten her, where she could put all her worries and stressors to rest at long last.

She didn't target anyone specifically, though something in Shelly urged her on, stride after stride, lumbering at a ground-covering lollop down the streets, ignorant to any CCTV cameras or even the doorbell cameras that were so common those days that caught her passing by. She turned when she heard a scream, increasing her pace without thinking about it, the piercing shriek slicing through the soft, night air like a blade.

And that was exactly what the mugger had pressed to the neck of a young woman who was dressed as if she was coming home from a nightclub. Mascara ran down her face as she gasped and pleaded, his looming figure towering over her, easily taller than the woman by a head.

“You know," he breathed roughly, a low grunt entering his tone as if merely an afterthought. “I might just take more than this fat purse off you. Pretty little things like you shouldn't dress like sluts if they don't want real men to pay attention."

“N-n-no," she begged, her eyes overfilled with tears, hair matted and tangled, trying to press back against the wall around the side of a small newspaper and magazine shop, one of her high heels snapped. “No… Just take… Take the purse… Leave…m-me alone!"

But he wasn't there to take “no" for an answer, pressing the knife down hard enough to draw a bead of blood from her neck to feed the blade. He drew back slightly, smirking as he fumbled with the strap of the woman's top, even as she begged, once more, for mercy, for him to just take her money and let her go, the knife dropping as his intention turned. And that was exactly why Shelly launched herself at him, flying through the air in a single, bounding leap, her sharp teeth flashing in the man-made light of the city, not a sliver of natural light to be found there.

“Rrrrraaaaaarrrrggghhhh!"

Nothing could have struck fear into the heart of the cruel soul intent on ruining some poor woman's night like Shelly. He looked up – but not in time. Only in time to see a raging, muscular figure coming down on him, literally, like a ton of bricks, her weight crashing into him as she body slammed him out of the way. The knife skittered metallically across the ground, flipping over itself, not to be easily retrieved in the dim light, dropping into the shadows.

“What the fuck?"

He would have screamed, but he didn't have the breath in his lungs with which to scream. Not as Shelly picked him up in two hands, like a rag doll, groaning deep in her body, a sound that emanated all the way up from her rumbling stomach.

“Leave…her…alone!"

She snarled, showing her teeth, and threw him. One-handed, back over her shoulder, like he was nothing more than trash lying on the street. Yet no one was coming to clean up after the mugger who had threatened even more, not as he crashed down with a cold, hard smack of a solid body against even solider ground. The man grunted and groaned, twitching faintly, a trickle of blood running down his face. It was just a head wound, skin-deep, though everyone knew just how dramatic head wounds could be.

“P-p-please…"

The woman cowered back against the wall, shrinking from Shelly, though Shelly turned from her dismissively. There was no one threatening her anymore: there was nothing there for her to fear. Instead, she charged after the mugger and howled, her cry echoing through the quiet of the city, turning heads and drawing attention from further afield. Yet no one who heard her would have ever suspected just what was going on there, no, not at all.

“Go home…" Shelly grunted, looking back at the woman. “Go…be safe."

The words came slowly, thickly, around her new teeth. Even her tongue no longer felt as if she had as much room in her mouth as what she wanted, clinging and bumping against the insides of her teeth. Yet it did not touch the sharp points as she picked up the man, distastefully, by the back of his jacket.

A length of bungee cord, dangling out of a large wheelie bin, allowed her to bind him, roughly and crudely. There didn't have to be any manner of finesse to it, not as she made sure that there was no way that he could go after anyone else that night, though she didn't have the cognitive function or thought to consider calling the police.

She moved on, letting the woman go on her way, though Shelly watched her from a distance as she called a taxi and made her way closer to home. Something maternal in her had awoken, protecting her territory, and Shely grunted softly as she lumbered down to the park where Oliver and her, sometimes, went to feed the ducks on the pond, just for something to do.

Dimly, Shelly felt like there was something there, an image in the back of her mind flitting forth to show her feeding white ducks on a blue, clear lake many years ago. Her point of view was lower there, closer to the ground, and she felt warm and safe, knowing that someone was there, looking out for her. She may not have known that that was one of Michelle's memories, but she knew it was important to her.

She wanted to give that feeling to someone else too.

And that meant that she had to make sure her land, her territory, was safe.

“Yeah, dude… They'll fucking fly off if you do that, watch…"

“Are you sure?"

“This is kinda fucked up."

“Nah, dude, it's… There' just fucking… Stupid birds…"

Snippets of conversation filtered through the trees from further around the pond, the reeds rustling faintly, as Shelly picked up her head, her eyes gleaming. Who was there? Did they mean her harm?

“Unff… Rrrnngghhh…" She grunted and groaned, the sounds coming out with the exhalation of breath from her lungs. “Shelly…ready…"

She had to be ready. Even as she crawled closer, hunkering down much lower to the ground than she had before, her eyebrows thick and bushy and letting moisture cling to them as she brushed through the longer grass, right at the edge of the reeds. A group of teenagers edged in closer and closer to a big bundle of twigs and a white, blurry shape that was chattering and honking.

The orange beak and white feathers, at that bird's size, betrayed it as a swan and Shelly rumbled a low, warning growl. They were nesting – two of them! Ah, a male and a female, the female hissing and stretching out her long, snake-like neck in threat, though they were not going to sit there and just let the teens do what they wanted to the nest and eggs.

“Go on, Josh, I'm recording it, just go on and fucking do it…"

One teenager snuck in closer, step by step, and Michelle struck.

“NO!" She growled, her voice low and ominous, for the maternal side of her didn't want to disturb the swans. “Not…the babies!"

She didn't need to know what she called them, not as she yanked the teens back by their hoods, grabbing the ringleader by his leg. They screamed and the swans flapped and hissed and honked but the chaos was needed and there was no way that anyone could ever have gotten the teenagers to back off without causing at the bare minimum some distress to the nesting pair of swans. Yet the birds must have known, in some small way, that Shelly was only protecting them for, rather than flee across the water with great, flapping wing-beats, they stayed put, hunched down and their wings a little fluffed up, trying to make themselves look bigger and more intimidating still as they looked after their nest.

“What the hell?"

“Jesus fucking Christ!"

“Get out of here!"

“It's a gorilla!"

She wasn't a gorilla, though she still charged after them, sending them scarpering, even if, fortunately for her, Shelly had escaped being clearly recorded on their camera phones. Not that she cared about something like that as she checked on the swans, moving on slowly through the park.

She'd caused plenty of disturbance in the park that night, but all was not yet at an end. The sky lightened faintly, heralding dawn, and she made her way through the thicker trees where children had been known to spend hours upon hours playing hide and seek. She looked around carefully as she walked, rustling through the moderate undergrowth, which, for the purposes of the maintained park, really did need cutting back. Absently, without even really thinking about it, she pulled some of the rougher brambles out of the ground at the root, all so the youngsters could play more easily.

Coming to the other side of the park, she spotted someone breaking into a car, though he was easy enough to chase off with a whoop and a howl, pounding her fists down into the pavement as he scarpered. Her stomach still twisted with nerves and unrest, patrolling her territory, though no one else crossed her path at the wrong moment.

And she got home, all in one piece, just a little more settled in herself, as if, finally, she had done a little of what she had needed to do. She slipped onto the bed with a creak of the mattress, pausing only to look over at Oliver and, tenderly for Shelly, brush his hair back a little. He had had it trimmed and the brown locks were ruffled in sleep.

She liked it. Shelly enjoyed watching him sleep.

When Michelle woke in the morning, her whole body ached as if she had run a marathon. Blinking softly in the early morning light, she coughed and rolled over, something fluffy tickling her arm.

“Oh, no…"

She tried to sit up slowly, though the waking world was not all that easy to come back to, not when her head ached and her body throbbed. She had her T-shirt on still but the dark hair surrounding her in the bed more than told the tale of her transforming that night. Gulping hard, she rubbed her head and found her hair full of leaves and twigs, though Oliver was already sitting propped up on his elbow in bed, staring wide-eyed at her.

“Do I want to know?"

She couldn't have told him anyway, for she didn't have the full story of what had taken place that night in her mind. There were some flashes and impressions, though the whole thing was more of a blackout than the other, softer instances of transformations that had occurred since her acceptance of the ape-woman side of her. She didn't like not being able to remember much of what had happened, the black points in her memory reminding her of how unnerving her early transformations had been when she had not remembered at all – but there was little she could do about it. There was no magic pill that even she could concoct to bring her memories, Shelly's shared memories, back to her.

Still, she caught herself waking up in the same manner every morning, knowing that something had taken place. There was dirt on her body, her clothes ripped – if, of course, she had gone to bed wearing more on chillier nights – and a sense of tiredness clawing at her. She did her best to cat nap during the day, grateful that there was no evidence of further transformations there, though not even locking the doors and windows stopped her from escaping, as Shelly, during the night. She did smash one window but, otherwise, Shelly was more than smart enough to work out locks after being with Michelle, the two of them inhabiting one shared body and unconsciousness, so that she didn't leave more than deliberate destruction behind.

Well, only to the extent that she wanted, of course.

Strangely enough, on the news, there had been more reports of muggers and car thieves and even petty criminals getting caught. Michelle had her suspicions and privately smiled at a local news story playing on the TV on morning, hiding her amusement in her coffee. For, apparently, someone who had been trying to break into the lab, quite some distance away on foot from her home, had been caught and tied to a lamppost outside the building. Easily picked up by the police the next morning, the CCTV footage had showed him trying one of the fire exits, the alarm sneakily disabled beforehand – and then him being dragged into a bush backwards. The CCTV had not covered the lamppost, unfortunately, where he had been tied, though his ramblings of a predator and a monster surely could only mean one thing.

However, there were more changes that occurred, day by day, even as Michelle started fussing and fretting, checking doors and windows even after she already knew that they were locked. She baby proofed every corner of the house that she could, even wrangling a baby gate onto the stairs months before they would need it.

Oliver was on board with her taking a lower-key role at the laboratory while she worked through her pregnancy, though the double and triple checking things, always worrying and always checking over her shoulder, was getting annoying. She shook her head as she sat on a stool, jigging her foot with nervous energy.

“Ugh… Why is my head so fuzzy?"

She'd known, of course, that pregnancy hormones would affect her, though she was grateful to take a slower, easier time at work, digging into some research projects instead that allowed her to think more critically. Sure, her brain was fuzzy – but there were other parts of it, problem solving and picking out the smallest of details, that were more clearly defined. She even solved a problem with a genetic mutation project that had been stumping other scientists for over a year. That definitely counted for something.

However, things changed – kind of like when she first transformed into Shelly. There were minor changes in her, like the hungry, the focus on her fitness and her strength, along with her confidence…but they didn't seem manageable in the slightest. Her eyebrows grew thicker, even when she was not transformed, bushier too, and she plucked her eyebrows every morning as she moved into her third month of pregnancy. It didn't do her any good and only left her with sore skin around her eyebrows when she was irritable, anyway.

Her teeth too… She considered putting fake teeth in, what was called a “flipper" in some circles, to cover her growing canines, though Michelle was more or less able to combat that by not smiling so much at work. As she worked solo, quietly, in a smaller lab on her own with a connected office, she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing that change in demeanour. After she had grown more confident in merely standing up for herself and advocating for her own space at work (like making sure that that she didn't keep buying lunch for one of her annoying co-workers before, who never paid her back), others had respected her more in her day-to-day life and work there.

So, there were a lot of parts of Shelly that benefitted Michelle, leading her mind to wander back to when she had been considering how her and Shelly could help each other. Taking the best parts of both and learning from one another, different facets of the same consequence… It was something to dig into, though it was still something only that was going to be shown in moment by moment, progression into the depths of the changes to her mind and her body.

She didn't like so much how she snapped at Oliver. Chopping vegetables in the kitchen, she twitched and flinched as he bustled about, rattling pots and pans – not deliberately – grinding on her nerves. She tried to concentrate on chopping up a bunch of carrots, yet the clatter shuddered through her as if they were being banged on her body, making actual physical contact.

“Ugh!" She whirled on him, her lips twisted into a grimace that didn't fit on her face, even with her longer, sharper canines. “Can you just stop that?"

“What?" Oliver paused and blinked at her, having set the saucepan on the stove ready, not sure at all what she was referring to. “Are you okay? You're not feeling like transforming, are you?"

“No!"

She snapped, slamming down the knife, the blade flat, on the chopping board. Even Oliver jumped a little at the bang – though she, of course, didn't mean any harm there, stepping away from the knife, because that was not the focus of her irritation. She glared at the saucepan with unbridled loathing, yet it did not belong there, not in that moment, not as she grunted and shook her head.

“Ugh… It's just… No, sorry, Oliver."

Oliver gently took her into his arms – and yet Michelle couldn't stop shaking. She had not even known that she was shaking until he held her tightly, squeezing her, something churning and bubbling under her skin. The threat of transformation loomed – and yet was it even really all that much of a threat at all when it was something, honestly, that protected her and soothed her, something that took care of her? Just like Oliver did?

Well, maybe not quite like what Oliver did for her… It was different.

“I think something is going really strangely with this pregnancy," she whispered to him, her head against his chest, fingers twitching as she tried to contain the shudders wracking her body. “I thought… I knew that hormones could mess things up, I read up on it, I've worked with some on other projects years back… But this is different."

He smiled faintly, though still was obviously worried about her, his eyes a little hooded as if he was checking her over carefully. Oliver tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, smoothing it back from her face and cheekbones.

“I know, but you are different too. And that's okay. Just, please… Tell me next time that you need some space, that something's feeling weird." He poked her in the side gently, making her squeak. “And no knives, okay?"

“What?" Michelle blushed as she glanced back. “Oh, I didn't even realise I was holding that. I'm sorry, Olly, I would never…"

“I know, I know, you put it down straight away," he said, though the mood in the room was lightened, which had been his goal at the start. “Don't worry about it. But we're going to do everything that we need to get through this."

He paused, brow furrowing slightly.

“You know, I was thinking recently, about all these changes with you, not just the usual pregnancy stuff… I did my reading too, you know," he mused, pausing for a brief moment just to collect his thoughts. “This all started after the robbery… When your changes grew more extreme. I know that was scary – hell, it would be terrifying if I was there, if I was in your shoes. Damn, I wish I had gone to the bank that day instead of you…"

Oliver shivered, shaking off the thought. Michelle took a moment to stroke his forearm lightly, leaning in closer. She hoped that her presence soothed him as much as his soothed her.

“It's okay."

“Yeah," he said, moving on slowly. “But you're protective, defensive, always alert, on guard… It's got to be because of the baby."

Theorising that everything changing was because of the baby and the threat that Shelly had perceived when the bank was robbed made sense, though it was tricky to study it when they still had to get on with their lives. It was not as if they could carry out closed, careful experiments on Michelle, or that they would have honestly wanted to, not with the two of them needing to work, to carry on. So, they could only manage the symptoms while Shelly grew more and more protective of the baby in the only way that she genuinely knew how.

In bed with Oliver one night, Michelle moaned loudly, sitting up in his lap with his shaft inside her. Her stomach had grown more noticeably larger, though, thankfully, it looked about normal when it came to the progression of her pregnancy in that regard. They were both grateful for that, Oliver thrusting long and slow into her, the positioning allowing him to remain as deep as possible inside Michelle.

“Oh… Oliver… Mmm…"

She panted softly, her hot breath washing over his head as he sensually bowed his head forward to kiss at her neck and lip down to her chest, capturing a nipple in his mouth. She moaned, arching against him, her arms around his neck, encouraging him down against her, to kiss and lap over her breasts and nipples.

It should not have been as erotically exotic as it was, though she adored it, every last moment of it, her breath rasping in the back of her throat. Yet she was still able to get all the air that she wanted into her lungs, feeling strong and whole and healthy, confident in herself. There really was no one at all like Oliver for making her feel sexy and turned-on, even as her body was changing in pregnancy. That, however, was something that many women went through – and she was glad not to be alone in that, at the very least.

“Mmph?"

He drew back slightly, looking down at her chest.

“Um, Michelle…"

“Oh, don't stop now," she groaned breathily, pushing her hips forward against him. “Mmm…"

“Yeah, but…Michelle, look."

He encouraged her, gently, to look down at her chest where a milky, faint rivulet was leaking from her right nipple. Michelle's eyes widened. Had that been why it was feeling good – but more sensitive than usual? He had been so gently with her though, not at all like he was latching on.

No… There was a big difference between him enjoying her breasts sexually and a babe latching on, of course. It was clear, the moment that it happened, that there was a line there and just what that line was.

“Oh my god, I'm sorry, Oliver," she said, cringing a bit, though he remained hard inside her. “I'm going to… Wait…"

He blinked, his eyes unfocused, sweating a little. A bead of perspiration, which had not been there a moment ago, rolled down his temple as he tipped forward. Even his breath rate seemed to be escalated, clawing and raking at his chest. He trembled a little, leaning in closer and closer…

And then she moaned, something thickening, throbbing inside her. His cock was still hard, of course, but in the next moment, she was on her back, huffing and panting, her partner's body swelling before her eyes.

“What the… Ohhh!"

She moaned, letting him take her, thrusting harder, more demandingly, though her heart sung to give him everything that he wanted and more. Michelle ached for it too, yearning for it, the cord of tightness drawing tauter and tauter within her, heralding oncoming orgasm. His hand was down between their bodies, even though she didn't have any active recollection of feeling him do that in particular to her, rubbing her clit as she arched up like an instrument to meet him.

As corny as it was to think, let alone to say aloud if that ever came to pass, if she was an instrument he was the only one who could ever play her.

His body moved over hers fluidly, powerfully, as if their bodies were in sync and there was nothing, not ever, that could ever break them out of the pattern. Even their breath came in time, grunted and panted, more and more feral with every moment that passed, though neither of them cared. With the presence of the ape-woman in their lives, things had become hairier than ever, in more ways than one.

She couldn't stop herself from moaning, not as he humped and ground into her furiously, as if his mind was solely, in that moment, overtaken by sexual desire. He heaved and panted heavily, swathes of warm breath tickling her throat, but she wanted it all, arching up the best she could against him, even if Oliver had her rather well pinned.

“Mmmph!"

Yet her eyes were open wide, taking in what he had only seen, with her own two eyes, on film and in photographs beforehand. For, right there, Oliver transformed.

It was his legs that grew first, the calves thickening, becoming fatter with muscle and almost ropey, during the transformation only, with veins standing out on them. A transformation, after all, required a body to go through a lot all at once, and that required a good blood flow around the body. Circulation was highly important, even as his skin darkened a little, taking on a strangely rich grey tone. Where he usually had brown hair, it darkened further, struck through with silver – as if he was becoming a different species entirely.

“Unff… Ah… Oliver!"

Her heart surged, something in her urging her to meet her partner halfway, hair starting, very faintly, to prickle to life all over her body. Yet it was a much slower form of her transformation than usual, as if Shelly was rising quickly, managing to come through with due intent and need.

Oliver didn't seem to know what was happening, yet the moans and groans that slipped by his lips were still his own. He drove into her with long, devouring strokes of his cock, drawing her hips up a little for a better angle, even as hair prickled and itched to life all over his body. It covered his knuckles and the backs of his hands, streaming up his arms as if it was water flowing all over his body, finding all the right places to thicken up with hair, becoming the ape-man to match Shelly's ape-woman.

And who knew – it might never have happened if not for a little of her lactating milk getting into his mouth, drinking it down and swallowing before he even knew what was happening.

They would forever be grateful for that, even if it would prove to be something that changed the course of their lives forever. How could it not?

He powered into her, stroke after stroke, though there was an erratic, desperate edge to his thrusts. Oliver howled, sort of in control of himself but not really. Someone undergoing their first transformation could not be entirely in control, even though, of course, he would never have hurt Michelle. And she was an ape-woman anyway: more than strong enough to ensure that she put him back in his place if his ape-self tried to take advantage in any way.

Together, they were unstoppable, as humans and as ape-people. He grunted, huffing hot hair over her neck and chest as he greedily pressed his face between the softness of her breasts, losing himself in the sensation. There didn't need to be anything more for him, even as the tickle of more and more hair coating his body became overstimulating, too itchy for him to brush off.

“Unff… Rrrrfff!"

He growled, though there were words there, flitting about, instances of need pulling back and forth, trying to draw his attention all over the place, all at once. The hair tingled, as if his skin was becoming overly sensitive, and he howled and tried to rub and itch at himself. At the same time, however, he had to keep grinding and thrusting, driving inch after inch of his cock into her – and pulling back just to do it all over again. There was nothing else in the world for Oliver other than the beauty of her body, just how good her pussy felt wrapped around him, milking him of his seed.

He was not close to orgasm yet, however, even though he wanted to feel her clench and ripple and pull around him. Yes, yes, yes… His eyes glazed over even more as he leaned into the moment, his shoulders bigger and rounder, the muscle straining out as it forced his skin to stretch to accommodate it. Even though his thickly growing hair, however, his muscle definition was easy to see as his gut and midriff thickened up too, showing light definition in his abdominals even though he was thicker around that midsection of his body too.

Oliver shuddered, burying his face down into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“So…sweet…"

He rumbled, though that was very much something that he would have said normally too, even if it came out as a deeper, more guttural tone int hat moment above all else. His heart pounded and leapt, beating harder and faster, though he couldn't exactly just stop it, no, not when every pump of blood around his body seemed to send it flooding to his already achingly hard shaft.

“Rrrrrggghhh… My Michelle… My Shelly…"

Oliver thrust, licking his lips, though it felt more natural to leave a slight bit of slack in his jaw. He had never realised just how much he had clamped his jaw shut, until it trembled when he was working, yet taking on an ape-man form was a relief in a way. It was a new way of being that Michelle had gotten to experience, almost daily, so far, while he had been on the sidelines, wondering what exactly she felt when she transformed.

And Oliver got to enjoy it in spades right then and there, his glutes rounding out a little more, thickening up with power, though it was just as well that he had been naked to begin with. The growing hair flowed over his hips and arse, around to the tops of his thighs and down, though it was not as ticklish that time. Or maybe that was because he was getting used to it, for he had rather a lot of dark hair, with almost a silvery tint to it, coating his body.

He relished, even as he thrust, in his new strength. It seemed to pull through him, as if his muscles had been merely a physical display only a few moments ago and now were truly rendering him powerful. After all, there were weightlifters that trained more for the size of their muscles than the physical function and strength of them, so it made sense, from what Michelle had told Oliver, that it took a moment for the function of his body to catch up.

“Unnghhh... Urf…"

He couldn't stop himself from grunting, even as Michelle cradled his face and turned his head slightly from the left to the white, wondering at his new body, the new form that had erupted at the moment that the two of them had least been expecting it. He had words, yes, but pulling them to his lips seemed to take a great amount of effort, as if he was drawing them through quicksand, deep and sluggish.

Yet there was nothing dragging him down either, not as energy invigorating him, rasping a breath in through an open mouth, his heart pounding even harder and more strongly than before. It was not doing it, however, to make up for anything else, however, not in the slightest, only showing just how powerful the organ had become. That had not been something that they had easily been able to investigate before, considering just how destructive Shelly could be. If they had tried to scan or x-ray her to look at her body in a scientific and a medical light, Shelly would have surely destroyed any equipment that had been set up around her.

Maybe that could change, however, when they could control their ape forms better, at least. But that was not the moment for that, not as he tried to put an arch into his lower back, thrusting harder, fasting, the heady slop of his cock driving into her wet pussy rising as if it sought to fill the room.

Michelle moaned, trying to get her legs up around him, to wrap them around his waist and to pull Oliver to her as if he was the best thing in the world to her, the one and only thing that she wanted in close to her. But that was true, yes, so very much, huffing and panting, her chest pulling up as her lungs expanded, again and again, though there was a tightness in her chest that she just couldn't shake.

She shook her head slightly, though kept her eyes on Oliver. His hair blended lightly into the thicker, coarser hair that coated his body, though he looked kind of like her the first time that she had transformed. Just a male version, of course, with dark hair struck through with some fine, silvery points layering down from his head to his neck to his shoulders. She moaned as she swept her arms around his shoulders and as far down his upper back as she could reach, though her triceps and deltoids ached. There was not much stretch in her arms, not after she had been fucked like that, the carnal, more savage nature of Oliver singing to her in that moment.

She could have stopped him, of course, if she had really wanted to. Yet what Michelle knew in her heart was that Shelly would come through, absolutely so, if there was any risk or danger at all to her. She had Shelly to rely on, a deep, intrinsic part of her soul that would never again be separate, though she didn't want them to be separate either, no. That wasn't what was meant to happen, not when she became an ape-woman, not when she blacked out and transformed, no.

It was about embracing the experience, even as orgasm clawed at her, dragging breath from Michelle's lungs with a ragged gasp, taking in the rugged beauty of her ape-man partner the best that she could. Even as orgasm claimed her, she took every stroke of his cock as he drove into her, breathy gasps and moans, however muffled and strangled they were in the throes of passionate bliss, urging him on.

“Unff… Yes… Oliver… Yes, more…"

She rocked her hips up as much as he could, squeezing her legs against his muscled thighs. His fur was smooth and soft, even though the hairs were thicker than her own. She rubbed her bare legs against him, unable to get enough of it as she whimpered and grunted, her eyes falling half-lidded as the slickness of her sex allowed him to thrust even harder, unhindered even by her tightness.

And then everything changed – but for the better, of course. There was no threat there, though Shelly, perhaps, thought that Michelle had had more than enough time to take in and enjoy Oliver's ape-man form. She burst free of Michelle in a strangled roar, though she felt every inch of her transformation taking place as if in slow motion, adrenaline pumping.

And yet it was a good kind of adrenaline, the kind that allowed her to adore every inch of it, the form that had become like a second home to her, very much as if she was simply slipping into a second skin. The hair growth came perfectly in time with the muscle growth, a sense of them pumping up slowly, as if she was at the gym doing a particularly hard and satisfying workout. God, Michelle hadn't gotten to do that for a while, for she had to be sensible with what she was doing, considering both her pregnancy and her transformations.

So, it was even more of a pleasure to feel the heat in her muscles, how they layered down her back and grew even more, from her traps to her rear delts, forming even the tiny, forgotten muscles that held everything together. There was so much more than even the large muscle groups, her growing pectoral muscles giving her breasts a more lifted look even as she lay there, letting him fuck her. She rolled her hips up to meet him, using her sudden, intense grip on his hips and lower body as leverage, a savage howl ripping itself from her lips.

Shelly, after all, was only meeting her ape-man partner halfway. What could possibly be wrong with that?

Nothing at all, not as hair spread down her body, itching and softening a little more as it all flowed into place, right where it belonged. It came with a silken soft touch, as if it was lighter and finer than before. She moaned aloud, though the sound dragged out as she experienced everything in the moment, letting her throat vibrate as her eyes darkened, fixing greedily on Oliver. After all, she had every right to latch onto him greedily, even as the rise of her pregnant stomach became just a little bit more evident in her ape-woman form.

“Unff… Oll… Oll-ver…"

It was tricky to get the words out, her mind battling with Shelly – but it was playful, light-hearted. She didn't want to fully give up control to Shelly, not when she was enjoying herself so much, her intelligence wavering – though it was a very different kind of intelligence, of course, that Shelly brought to the table. So, they worked together, as they had learned to do.

As her glutes thickened up and gave her buttocks even more shape than normal, she barked a laugh aloud as she hooked her foot over Oliver's leg – and flipped him. It took a pretty good thrust from her hips, but the ape-man had not been expecting that, not as she took the top position again, straddling him cowgirl-style and riding him. Oliver grunted as he came down on the mattress and the sheets, though otherwise made no complaint as he gripped her hips hard.

Her hair thickened up and poked out from between his fingers were he held her, though Michelle, transforming into Shelly, was more than comfortable right there where she was, rocking her hips, riding his cock as if she never again would have to focus on anything else in the world. In the memories and dim recollections of what she did as Shelly, she loved that part of it, how she felt like she could zero in on the moment and not think about the past or the future. It was a state that human beings so very often strove for, though the ape-woman took it for her own without even thinking about it.

For Shelly and Oliver's ape-man form, it was simply something that came naturally. And that was a beautiful, wonderful thing in itself.

She groaned as she rode him, her transformation finalising itself, bringing trembling power and strength into her muscles, her arms thrust back for balance, which only made her breasts even more evident. A small gleam of milky moisture lingered on her right nipple, though she was not lactating enough, at that stage, to drip milk while they were having sex. That was probably a good thing.

“Unff! Take…Shelly!"

She grinned at him, baring her teeth, her brows bushier and the hair around her face thicker, curls bouncing all over again. She did not, however, have the sharp, feral fangs and claws that had come with her more beastly form, which was just fine for both Michelle and Shelly. They didn't need that, not when there was no threat there, only a partner and a mate who was finally there to share in every moment of their pleasure and raw, sexual thrills.

She bellowed and leaned forward, her enormous hands spreading across his chest, as if her fingers were trying to stretch as far as they could. Even in that form, however, they could not completely span the broadness of the ape-man's chest, something lurching in her stomach, almost as if Shelly was going to swoon.

That was new, yes, but not something that the ape-woman had the mental capacity to question, not right then. And that was okay too as she rode him, letting the ape-man thrust up into her, the wet slop of their bodies coming together music to her ears, along with the cacophony of feral, ape-like groans and whoops.

“Oooohhh-ohhhh," Shelly cried out, the sound somewhere between an ape's cry and a moan that a human would have made. “Mmmooohhhhhh!"

It could have been funny, under other circumstances, though the moment was too lustfully serious to be anything more than it was – and they leaned into it. She whooped and hollered as her body transformed, euphoria lifting her up and up and up, as if she was not even bound to the solid framework of the bed anymore.

She felt everything, blood rushing to her new muscles, giving them the strength that she adored so much. She loved feeling powerful and capable in the gym, but there was something different about slipping into the ape-form that she adored. Michelle bellowed, riding his cock furiously, the moment right as she took in every moment, every detail, from the tickle of hair devoutly layering her body and how her muscles bunched and contracted when she tightened her grip.

She was not a beastly version of Shelly, but she was something more, something greater, something to match up to her ape-man partner. And then came the point where she blacked out, losing her control on the moment while Shelly stepped up to take the figurative wheel. Perhaps one day Michelle would be able to stay more in the forefront of her own active mind after transforming, but Shelly could take over and take care of them either way.

“Mmm…" She groaned. “Shelly like…ape-man!"

She snarled at him, though it was a happy snarl, a grin with her teeth showing as she slammed her hips down harder and harder on top of him. Too much rang through and the ape-woman was well-used to living in the moment, adoring everything, the press of his hot, throbbing body up against her everything that she had needed and more.

She took it all, greedily, hungrily, like she was devouring everything in the kitchen and beyond. For Shelly could be just as ravenous for sex, orgasming on his cock all over again, her head thrown back and whoops echoing through the house. The neighbours may complain again about strange noises coming from the house that they shared but they would find another excuse yet again, just as they always did. There was nothing for either of them to worry about there, not as he thrust up, gripping her thighs, the ape-hybrids meeting one another halfway.

It was all as it was meant to be, even as she slipped off him and presented herself to him on all fours, demanding that he take her bareback all over again. Oliver had not cum yet, grunting, his bushy eyebrows rolling forward as his brow furrowed heavily.

“Mmmph…" He grunted. “My mate…Shelly… Want Shelly."

She pushed back towards him, teasing her wet pussy over the tip of his cock.

“Mate take Shelly!"

She howled as he powered into her, though, that time, it was all about Oliver and just how hard he could thrust. In that moment, as those very moments stretched out and out, it was all about them fucking, how roughly he could cram his length into her, just as filling for her wet pussy as it had always been. If she had been in her rational mind, Michelle would have marvelled at just how much more turned on she was than before, how her pussy ached for him, flexing and pulling around him, rippling, though it was, as always, an erratic twitch of muscles.

It was nothing that had to be firm or fixed though and they were not performing for one another, not as some people did in sex. That was impossible when such carnal throes gripped them, Shelly grunting and howling, hefting her body back against his and onto his cock with every stroke that powered into her. His hips slammed into her, the heavy round of her belly more obvious, but they were both perfectly safe, two ape-people who knew exactly where the limits of their bodies lay.

They would not go too far, no, not when it could have hurt them or even the baby.

Oliver grunted, thrusting her into another orgasm, entirely hands-free, her world spinning and spinning until he climaxed too. He thrust strongly, still going through his climax, sending thick spurts of seed into her pussy, even though there was nothing more in there, at that time, for him to seed. There was no way for either of them to stop, not when they craved each other to such a delicious extent, but they could take breaks through rounds of passion.

For that night saw them delightfully rampaging through the house, their ape-forms, playfully, trying to outdo one another – just like two lovers that were trying to impress one another. Only, with the ape-people, it was rougher and lewder, darting through the house and knocking over furniture, leaping and bouncing off the walls just to demonstrate their agility. They already had one another and yet there was something feral in the two of them that wanted to prove their worth to the other in a strange, ape-ish courtship ritual.

The house rocked but no exterior doors or windows were smashed, which was something, at least. The neighbours would not end up with too much to complain about, even though the noise continued well into the early hours of the morning.

The next morning, Michelle woke slowly. A sense of warm heaviness lay on top of her, as if she was being enveloped by a blanket, though it was not at all unusual that she felt as if she was lying on something soft and hairy.

She groaned.

“Ohhh… Oliver… I think I transformed last night."

She chuckled faintly. As if she didn't transform every night. It was becoming routine but she could get behind it, as long as both Shelly and she were working together, that was all she asked of her other half and the transformations themselves. She blinked groggily, trying to sit up in bed, though she had been lying on her side so it took a bit more effort than she thought it would.

The bed was covered in the rich, dark brown hair that she had become used to (their vacuum cleaner really was working overtime to keep up with all that she shed in her transformations). But…there was more than usual, far more, and she cast her eyes over to Oliver as dim memories flitted through her mind.

Kissing him.

Him pressing in close to her.

Oliver looking more feral than she had ever seen him before.

Even though it was early, she could still put two and two together and pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. It was one of those moments that Michelle did not honestly know whether to laugh or cry, everything spiralling out of control. And yet maybe the human condition was that human beings so very often thought that they had control and never did.

That was something that she might have taken to a more philosophical approach, rather than a scientific one, yet a scientist too knew how the world could present in volatile ways. She would never have believed, after all, that it was possible to transform into an ape-woman until she had actually had it happen to her.

Things could change. Quickly.

She ran her hand up her face, feeling her thicker hair, the bushier, bigger eyebrows. There may have been a lot of hair on the bed, but there was still thicker hair coating her – focusing on the arms and around her stomach, her legs and feet, some down her back too. It wouldn't have been out of place on a person, but probably more often seen on a man rather than a woman, depending on their genetics. Peering closer at Oliver, who had his face half “smooshed" into the pillow, it looked like he was suffering the same too.

In all actuality…they both looked more than a little ape-ish, though his muscles were more obviously plumped up and bulked up than hers. Michelle swallowed hard as she ran her hand over his shoulder to his upper back, delicately feeling them. Yet she couldn't let him sleep forever when things had changed overnight, in only the blink of an eye.

“Oliver…" She shook him lightly, brushing some of the dark and silvery hair away from his shoulder, trying not to chuckle too much. “Oliver, wake up… Look…"

“Unff… What… Why's there so much hair here?"

She smiled, gently steadying him. In a way, it was good to be in that position. Michelle was at least grateful that she was able to deduce what had happened, though it threw so much of what they knew about the ape-hybrid forms out the window. If she wasn't carrying a baby in her womb, she would have been excited to delve into new research, though there were more pressing matters to deal with.

She'd just record it, write down all that she remembered and observed. It could be gone over later, if at all. Some things had simply ceased to matter as much as they had before.

Oliver's eyes widened as he took in the room beyond the bedroom, the door hanging off the hinges and an embarrassed Michelle telling him what she had supposed happened. He insisted, rather vehemently, that it must have been her that had transformed – which was quite alright, of course. It took checking the front door camera, which looked down on their little porch, to see their ape-forms both charging about through the glass.

Even though Michelle had not initially taken in the destruction, the curtains ripped from the rail, the picture frames hanging askew, a pillow ripped up and pillaged of its stuffing, it was evident that a lot more had happened the night before than she remembered. Which was pretty normal for her. She winced, leading the way out into the hallway, though a silly smile still threatened at her lips. She didn't even care that she was naked as she glanced over where the wallpaper had been ripped off, as if gigantic hands had clawed at it, the carpet dug up in a corner. Even in the living room, when she ventured downstairs, the sofa was on its back and one chair had every cushion thrown off it. Not too much was destroyed, however, and they had taken to putting valuable items in less appealing places after Michelle's transformations had ramped up and become a frequent thing.

The fact that all the food in the kitchen had been devoured and that the fridge door was, once again, hanging open was by the by, in the grand scheme of things.

“I don't know what I'm going to do about any of this," he said, sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming mug of coffee that, that morning, didn't seem to be doing anything at all to wake Oliver up. “I… I can't be transforming too. How am I going to help you, look after you? We need one of us to be fully human."

“Come on," she said, sitting opposite him, not even bothering to hide her smile. “Don't you even want to know, just a little bit, how everything feels? You don't want to have all that strength and energy, even the agility?"

Oliver grimaced and leant back, running his hand through his hair. It only served to make it even more of a mess than it already was. She hid her softer smile in her coffee mug, sipping slowly. She really did love him.

“Yeah, I guess…" He said slowly. “But when you can't remember it, it's kind of messed up too, you know?"

“Yeah, I know. But I think I'm remembering more, even if it's kind of like watching a movie too," Michelle said, musing, her tone of voice soft and almost dream-like. “I never wake tired after being Shelly, so I must still be resting. There are different parts of my brain active. But the brain learns too, as we well know."

Oliver sighed.

“Be that as it may," he said, taking a drink again as if he was stalling for time. “Um… I don't think we can stay here, not for the rest of the time that you're pregnant. Something's going to happen – not serious, but we'll get caught, found out, something."

Michelle blinked.

“And…what do you think we should do then?"

“That's one thing I do have a solution for," he said, sighing. “I checked with work already and I can do some remote work for a time, your maternity leave will be coming up near the end of your pregnancy. I hope you can do remote work too, they won't want to lose you, of course… But my parents have a cabin, up in the mountains with thick woodland all around. No one would find us up there, we'd be safe and sound, regardless of who transformed, to ride out the rest of the pregnancy."

Michelle mused.

“Getting away from society for this to come through," she murmured, taking her time with her words. “Yes… That sounds like a really good idea. I hadn't thought about the cabin, you only mentioned it a couple of times early on and a lot has changed since then too. Yes, I think we should go. I'm sure I can arrange something with work."

Whether it was a sabbatical or a different kind of research from a remote location, there was always something that a well-regarded scientist like Michelle could do. Perhaps even she could find a way for Shelly to help her, though that could have very much been a stretch.

Either way, it was the best option for the time being and it only took them a couple of days to pack up, fortunate enough to make arrangements with work too.

As her pregnancy progressed, a few months left, Michelle could not help but wonder what further surprises were in store…