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Alice hadn't really known what to expect when the commission came in, but the job was doable. She had to draw three women turning into werewolves, but not in a normal way. After stripping nude, they had to shed their skin to release the werewolf inside of them. The client had stressed that the transformations be sexy, so she needed to show lots of tits before the werewolves transformed.

Money was money. Pornography wasn't hard, even if it was weird.

She only needed a couple of references. She Googled a few porn titles based on the descriptions of the girls. A redhead with pert tits. A blond cheerleader with D cup monsters. A raven-haired tomboy with C cups to begin the infection. She chose the women she thought were most attractive and collected her snapshots on a second monitor. Gorgeous teens were gasping and fondling their tits. She had to turn them into animals. The natural breasts on the blonde made her feel really horny.

She went into the bathroom and quietly rubbed out an unsatisfying quickie.

After that, it was all illustration and imagination.

She drew three sequences. The tomboy, the redhead, the blonde.

When it came to the tomboy, she tried to imagine how the werewolf would grow inside the girl. Would it reshape her? Or would it emerge and expand like a horrifying chick escaping an egg? Would it rip out in parts, or would she split open neatly to let the beast out?

She decided that the tail would emerge first, bursting out from under the skin. Then the tomboy's bones would rearrange, the scalp would split open, and like a banana, the werewolf would emerge.

The images of the tomboy slipped onto the page like a strip tease. Alice found that she was honestly having a little fun with it. The stretching, the ripping of clothes, the body arched and squirming in the doggy position. The tits hanging like tender fruit. Then the tail; it was easy to draw, jutting out above the woman's raised rump like a flag. But when it came to the money shot--the full transformation--the magic vanished.

The tomboy just split open without much process, becoming two drooping halves dropping off a plain, sexless werewolf. One scratch later and her role in the comic was done. The redhead girl was infected. Dismayed by her tepid results but unwilling to redraw the scene, Alice hurried the comic along and began the next sequence.

The redhead scratched the blonde, the blonde ran, and the redhead stripped down because she felt hot. Again, easy. Alice could almost feel the tension, as if something primal stirred inside her. She hunched her shoulders and imagined feeling the shifting inside her own back. That's where the beast would burst through, like a cicada splitting from its cocoon. The redhead girl would bare her little titties to the cool air. Alice could feel it. She could feel the urge. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down the cups of her bra. Her nipples were standing up. In between her legs, her pussy was throbbing. With her own breasts bared, Alice drew the redhead girl on hands and knees. Her tail emerged. Her imagination drove her stylus.

Then, curling up, the redhead began to strain and burst...

And the magic died away. Alice drew an image of the werewolf's back beneath the redhead's splitting skin, but just couldn't get the next panel to work. No matter. The blonde could capture the process; the redhead girl would be a teaser. She cut to another panel of the blonde running away, hearing the redhead's howl of release, and kept going.

The blonde ran into a locker room. Locked behind a door, behind two doors, hidden in a room where young women often stripped down--and then, there would be an intense pressure. The feeling would mature, become alluring. Her tremendous breasts would rise and fall in her shirt. They would become tight, full, and sensitive. They would begin to grow, becoming even more fertile and beautiful. Then she would grasp the neck of her shirt and pull, splitting it open, baring her huge breasts--the panel was intoxicating to draw. Alice paused to rub her nipples, and then again, and again. It was getting hard to finish drawing.

She pressed on. The blonde grabbed her full breasts and played with them, yes! She grabbed them and held them tight as the tail ripped out of her body; she held her breasts even as her back split open, and then, only on the verge of the beast's emergence, she released them. They dangled beneath her, full and beautiful. Alice rubbed her puss a little, then stopped herself and finished the work. She could seriously masturbate afterwards, but she had to finish the panels. The process completed itself; the werewolf slipped out of her back exactly like a cicada, dropping her human skin on the floor. Easy, right? Done.

She looked at her rough draft, and the wetness between her legs said that she'd succeeded. She'd made a sexy transformation, and she was hot for it. She'd never thought she'd become hot for it, but she was. She liked the idea. She loved the idea. Something so animal about it, the unwilling yet satisfying transformation, the sexual overtones.

She saved her files to disc, opened the folder and popped them into a slideshow. There was no reason to deny it. It was time to masturbate to her own pornography.

She took off her shirt; tossed the bra. Peeled off her shorts and panties. Her pussy was glistening and hot after being mashed into soaking cotton. She undid her ponytail and shook her brown hair down across her back. She was nude. She was beastly. She hopped up onto her bed and squatted, spreading her legs wide. Her spread pussy was aching to be touched. She waited as the page on the screen began to roll over; and the tomboy began to transform.

She masturbated furiously, grunting and gasping.

The tomboy's tail grew; then she split open. Alice tried to imagine her own spine unfurling; her own tail ripping out of her. She strained to make it happen. She strained with all her might to feel herself explode into a werewolf.

The redhead sequence began.

Alice was moaning loudly. Her fingers smashed her pussy lips and battered her clit. She could feel the pressure throughout her body. When the redhead began to bare herself, she felt a twinge in her nipples. When the redhead began to burst, she strained to become a monster, to cum with the fantasy of being one.

The final sequence began.

The blonde was much like Alice. They were both long haired and thin; they had the same face. She realized that she'd unconsciously redrawn the pornstar. Truthfully, she'd drawn herself but with bigger tits and a nicer ass. She'd drawn HERSELF becoming a werewolf.

The room began to feel very hot. Alice looked around for the source of heat; to her left, the bedroom window framed a full moon. The moonlight was burning on her bare skin.

She turned to face the moon and opened her mouth. She wished for it. She wished for it and strained with every fiber of her being. Rip. Tear. Burst. Explode. I want to be a werewolf. Make me cum and become.

Her fingers were rubbing out the final seconds of buildup to a soul-shattering orgasm. The pressure was bulging beneath her skin. The moonlight was sweltering. She was going to burst.

She came, blasting surges of pleasure out of her vagina in hot squirts. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and roared with gutteral delight. She could feel them swelling into her palms; expanding; becoming full and rich. Still squirting, she fell onto her knees and bent over. Each breast was at least half as large as her head and growing. But her bottom; oh god, her bottom.

She roared again as her tailbone cracked and began to slide down beneath her skin towards her asshole. With a sudden surge of growth, it raced and burst forth--jutting out of her asshole four inches--the anal delight was almost indescribable. She reached back and grabbed handfuls of skin and yanked. Then in two more unholy, cum-blasting jerks, she split her rump wide open to let the tail straighten and dry.

Alice was dizzy with relief and delight as her tail finished growing. She fondled her still expanding breasts, each becoming as large and heavy as her head. Her monstrous nipples poked between her splayed fingers. The orgasm racing around her body rolled across her monstrous breasts. She twitched and shot another load from the heat of her vagina.

She curled up and strained. It was time. Burst beast! Burst out of this skin!

Her back cracked and shifted. Then, slowly, agonizingly, it seemed to expand, and with a single long meaty rip, her bare, stretched skin split open along her spine like a child's shirt on a woman's body. Beneath was matted, wet fur. She gasped from the shocking pleasure of it. The breaking of her human hide was a twinge of pure pleasure. But the process was more complex than in the comic. Her face began to crack and snap. Her teeth sharpened and lengthened. She strained harder and the tear slid down her back until it reached her tail. Her butt and taint burst open, skin sliding off her wet furry ass. Rubbing her breasts, she roared as the tear raced up the back of her neck, revealing more and more werewolf's fur; then it reached her hair and scalp.

She pushed to her feet, nude and smelling of damp sex. Chest heaving, fangs bared, she reached up with heavier hands in swollen arms and grabbed handfuls of her hair as her fingers burst and black claws emerged. Snarling, she tugged on her own hair, pulling it down again and again until, with a satisfying rip, her scalp split in two and slid down her crackling skull. Her face was still in place, but a muzzle was swelling beneath her taut cheeks. One, two--her wolven ears emerged and stood. Her face was captured in a moment of pure rapture; then after a long, strained second, something in her mouth snapped--and Alice's face ripped in half, as a werewolf's jaw exploded forth, snapping and snarling. She pulled her skin away from her wolven head, and her pussy squirted with uncontrollable orgasm as she pulled her werewolf arms out of her skin like shedding sleeves, grabbed the skin dangling from her chest and ripped it in two down to her crotch.

Her furry breasts swelled outward, thick nipples bared and erect in the moonlight.

Her human pussy had never been this aroused before. It was dribbling, hot, ready to orgasm again and again. Her clit ached. Her entire mound was throbbing and sensitive. It was all that remained of old Alice. She slipped her claws between her thighs, hooked her tender labia with her fingers, and shuddered with anticipation. The comic's slideshow was nearly complete. The final page flashed on screen--the blonde hatched, releasing the beast--and Alice came and became. She violently ripped her human pussy in two, her labia peeling back in thin curtains, unveiling her furry bush and squirting shewolf vagina.

Yes! Yes! The orgasm rocked her whole body. Her feet burst open, revealing her standing paws, and she yanked on the halves of her skin around her thighs, tearing the last of it away and throwing it on the bed. Finally truly naked, seeking release, the werewolf cupped her tremendous breasts, squeezed her monstrous nipples, and threw her head back to the sky. Her orgasm redoubled, concentrating in her bare shewolf vagina, and a howl of triumph exploded out of her wolven throat. She came with heartstopping force one final time, her pussy erupting, spraying shewolf cum over the shredded remains of her humanity.

The werewolf within her was finally free!