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Heather knew she was sexy. She knew it with every fiber of her being. Men wanted her. Some women wanted her. She was skinny and well-endowed for her figure. What would've been moderate breasts on a buxom woman seemed full and beautiful on her, displayed proudly in a push-up bra that pressed them together in a line of ample cleavage. She served them up for view in a low cut tank top, sleeveless to reveal her pale smooth arms. Her butt was thick and muscular, and her hips swung when she walked. She sometimes wore jean shorts so tight that they seemed painted on. Otherwise she wore skirts that rose and fell with every step, giving anyone who stared a brief glimpse of inner thigh. If she raised one leg on a step, she revealed the prize--the fatness of her shaved pussy mound, which filled her tight white panties with obvious camel toe.

She had long blond hair and naturally pale skin. She didn't try to tan, she shaved fastidiously all over, and she wore little makeup other than red lipstick. She felt she barely needed to improve herself because she was so excellent--she believed this with a conviction so strong that it bordered on zealotry and brooked no argument. She'd heard the gossip about other men, deeply jealous of her "plain" skinny boyfriend, Ben. They worked out. They were fit and strong. What did he have that they didn't?

A fat eight inch cock, for starters.

It was true that the size of a penis hardly mattered. Eight inches or six, it felt surprisingly similar when sliding in her pussy, but she was a bit of a glutton for punishment, and her mouth and asshole knew the difference between eight and six. Deepthroats and buttfucks were special treats requiring preparation, of course, but once every one or two weeks, they put in the effort to get Ben's dick balls deep in her face or stuffed to the hilt up her ass while she masturbated.

It was the idea that really turned her on, that all that cock would get stiff as steel for her body.

Not that the experience was only about sex. Ben was so close to her, so dear, and she'd found herself spending less and less time with her friends. If she had something to think about--or an anxiety to work out--he was there. Though she didn't say it often, she loved him, and didn't he love her?

And wasn't she still the sexiest girl on campus?

Yes, yes. So on their special day, after she'd spent so much time cleaning up and dressing up for a little butt play, why the fuck was Benjamin here telling her that he was going to spend time with his friends instead? They were both seated on the opposite sides of a dining table in her rented house, and though the distance between them was four feet of lacquered wood, it felt like miles.

"They've been talking a lot about this," Ben said. His gaze was fixed to one side of Heather's face. He could hardly bear to meet her eyes right now, yet this shit was still coming out of his mouth. "I spend all my time here almost every weekend."

"You come over every other weekend," Heather said sharply, "you spend the rest with your friends." Her arms were crossed on the table, and she was squeezing her left elbow with her right hand reflexively, trying to channel her anger like her arm was a stress ball. It wasn't working very well. Her elbow hurt a little.

"Okay," he said, "but they said--"

"Who cares what they said?" Her fingernails dug into her elbow slightly. She tried to relax.

"See, that's part of the problem," Ben said, "they said you don't think about their needs..."

"Their needs?" Heather was aghast. They'd taken pictures of her in bathing suits and posted them to Facebook. They were known to repeatedly tell Ben how he'd scored out of his league. Their only pastimes were to jerk off and be jealous, if anything. Their fucking needs? Ben already divided his time almost half between them and her. "What needs could they possibly have?"

"We used to hit the town every weekend," Ben said, "me and the boys."

"Now you have a girlfriend," Heather said fiercely.

"I don't know," Ben said.

That lit an anxious fire in Heather's belly. Her hand clenched again. She left little imprints of fingernails in her skin. "What does that mean?"

"They've been talking about you."

"They always talk about me."

"No, I mean, they've been telling me how it is. You know?"

Heather closed her eyes. The fire in her belly was getting hotter, fiercer. "Who cares what they said?"

"It matters--"

"It doesn't!" she shouted. She caught herself and tried to talk in a quieter voice, but she was still tensed up to the point that it almost hurt. "All that matters is how you feel about me."

He looked down at the table.

Heather felt a searing rage sweeping across her body in waves. His friends had poisoned this relationship, hadn't they? And they'd told him it was for his own good, she was sure of it, but it was really about undermining him, because they were pissed that he'd landed a girl of her caliber. Well fuck that, she wasn't going to let him go without words. "You still love me, don't you Ben?"

"That's not the problem--"

"Ben!"

Ben flinched, looked briefly conflicted and sighed at the table. "If the only thing that mattered was how I felt, yes, I love you."

"Great!" she shouted angrily, "No problems then!" She grabbed at her tank top and yanked down, letting one fat breast and erect nipple jut into the air. "You can grab one of these!" She pulled her top back up. "And then you can fuck me in the ass because you love me!"

Every word sounded like an awful accusation. She knew it and regretted it, but it was too late. He was already frowning. She crossed her arms again and tried to hold in the rage, but the pressure was building too rapidly. She was going to lose control.

"You don't have to be sarcastic," Ben said.

"Well what the hell is this?" she asked, feeling the anger redouble. She was going to explode. How dare he accuse her of being sarcastic--he was the asshole letting himself be pushed around by his friends.

"They've just been opening my eyes, okay?" he said, trying to be brave, trying to make his tone matter of fact so that she couldn't argue. "I love you, but you've got problems."

"Problems they told you about?" she said venomously. Her hand was clenching spastically at her elbow, but she didn't care if she drew blood. All she could feel was the intense fury at what was so obviously coming, at the words that Ben was about to speak because of his stupid fucking friends.

"They say you're really possessive," Ben said.

"Because I love you!" she shouted.

"You're doing it right now!" he whined.

"Because this is our day!" Her hand was clenching so hard at her elbow that her knuckles were white.

"Not anymore," he said impulsively, "I'm done. We're breaking up."

Heather felt every muscle in her body tense, her eyes shutting, the rage exploding out of her. Her little clit was hard. Her nipples were erect. She gritted her jaw and shuddered and her fingernails dug through her skin, breaking through without drawing blood, and without thinking, she raised her quivering left arm across her heaving breasts and finally found release, a single word, a single action.

"No!" she roared at the top of her lungs, and she grabbed a handful of flesh at her left elbow and ripped it open, violently peeling the skin off her arm in one swift pull, a wet sound like removing a soaked evening glove.

"Jesus Christ!" Ben shouted.

Heather opened her eyes and looked at the pale, empty skin in her right hand, impossibly thin and inside out. Her left arm shuddered, her fingers curved and twitching. This had been beneath her skin, a beast's arm covered in damp, black fur. On her new fingertips, scything onyx claws grew in satisfying bursts.

She didn't understand it, but she wasn't afraid, only surprised. Instinct guided her, channeled her fury. Ben, the goddamned wuss, had been misled by his stupid fucking friends, but she wouldn't let him go. Not now, with all her throbbing body and her strange new arm, would he be allowed to break up with her. Not when she knew, deep down, that she was about to look the way she felt.

Animal, furious and horny.

She stood up and dropped the empty skin on the table between them. "You're mine!" she shouted. The creature Heather wanted to be was boiling just beneath the surface, monstrous and powerful. With her brand new claws, she grabbed her right elbow and instantly cut through, then ripped away the skin on her right arm, revealing another stretch of wet black fur and another monstrous hand.

Ben was stupefied.

"Don't move!" Heather threw the skin on the floor and flexed her clawed fingers, feeling the power and strength of her monstrous arms.

Ben whimpered.

Heather looked down at her blushing breasts in a push up bra. "I dressed like this..." she muttered, then felt another pang of rage. She cupped her tits in her new hands and felt the heft of her ample breasts. Then she sank her claws into the cloth, cutting through shirt and bra. "I dressed up for you!" she shouted.

"I'm sorry!" Ben shouted back.

Heather ripped open the front of her tank top and bra. Her breasts burst outward as she bared her chest, arching her back. She already had over proportioned breasts. Now they were both swollen, ruddy, and capped with erect, inflamed nipples.

Ben was agape. He was staring at her naked chest.

She felt a twinge of hardcore arousal in her pussy. She grunted angrily and flinched. She wanted to be wanted, but she was so incredibly pissed.

"Heather?" Ben asked.

"I'm so horny!" Heather shouted back, "But you don't want me? Fuck you!"

"Please, don't do this."

"Do what, you little shit?" She ripped her shirt and bra off entirely and threw them on the ground, now naked from the waist up.

"This," Ben said, "this. Stop. Please, stop!"

"Stop?" Heather asked. She lifted her arms up, clawed and furry. "This is me, Ben. This is the real me." She petted her engorged tits with her bestial hands, stroking her sensitive, swollen nipples. Her breasts had never felt this aroused before.

"Please."

"I just didn't know it." She flinched again. There was a crackle of flesh shifting inside of her, and it felt glorious. "Not until..." She grunted, then shuddered with arousal. "...you made me angry enough."

"Heather, please!"

"Now you'll see..." Her jaw stopped for a moment and crackled. "You'll see the beast you woke up. The beast inside--" She cried out in pain and pleasure as her mouth bulged forward very slightly with a bony snap, giving the lightest impression of a maw on her human face. She bared her teeth at him and grimaced as they extended from her gums, knifing longer, more carnivorous. Then, as quickly as it started, she could close her mouth and fit her teeth together again, beautiful red lips twisting into a grimace. "The old me would've let you go."

"Let me go?"

Heather reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and began to tear it in two with ease. "Take off your pants!" she shouted.

Ben rushed to stand and strip off his pants.

Heather finished tearing away the skirt and looked down at her tight underwear and damp thighs. The cloth was soaked, half-clear. "Do you see this pussy?" She slapped her mound lightly and gave it a quick rub. "I'm this wet, and you wouldn't fuck this? You wouldn't turn me around and ram my ass?" She slung her juice at him, hitting him in the face with a couple of droplets. "You're a worthless prick!"

Ben closed his eyes but didn't even move to wipe his face.

"Look at me!" Heather shouted.

He opened them.

"Strip!" Heather grabbed her sopping panties and sliced open the crotch with a claw, leaving a circle of elastic on her hips, draped soaked cloth, and her bare slick pussy. Showing off her vagina made her little clit hammer with arousal. She wanted to rub herself to orgasm, but not yet. Not by a long shot. "Show me your fucking cock!"

He kicked away his shoes and pants, still wearing socks. He hesitated only a moment before relenting, and he pulled down his boxers.

Her mouth began to salivate. He was partially stiff, swollen and heavy. That made her horny as hell. He was still turned on by her body, even when scared shitless. Fuck, that made her so goddamn horny, she shivered. She wanted to suck his cock until it was steel, and she hated him for still turning her on. But wasn't that what this was about? She was going to keep him, no matter the cost. Not even her humanity would stop her now.

"Fuck it." She took two steps forward, hips swinging, feeling her inner thighs dripping with lube. She stopped before Ben and looked up at him, grinning with animal teeth. With her left hand, she very gently reached beneath his heavy cock and cupped his balls. The warm, naked pads of her fingers scraped over his trimmed hair. With her right, she grabbed his thick penis and gave it two brief jerks, pulling back his foreskin to unveil his ruddy, almost purple cockhead. He hardened significantly in her hands.

"Heather." His voice shook. Lust or terror, she didn't care.

"This fucking turns you on," she whispered and pulled up his foreskin, to gently rub the underside of his cockhead through the skin. Then she slid it back and patted its stiffening mass against her groin. There were two tiny wet slaps of precum.

"Jesus Christ," he said.

She let go of his bobbing cock and grabbed his skinny hips. Then she lowered herself down against his body, squatting slowly, spreading her legs open. Her pussy felt so exposed, so naked. His cock slid up between her throbbing aroused tits. God, she thought, my nipples feel so fucking good. She took a moment to turn back and forth, gently pressing her fat erect tits against his burning hot cock.

Ben didn't even say anything. He groaned.

Heather gasped. Her nipples had never felt this erotic before. Her breasts felt so heavy, so intense. She felt if she touched herself, she would cum too early. Even sucking cock, something that already turned her on, felt like it might be enough to make her squirt.

Her claws clenched against his skin, and another scowl crossed her face. He froze in her grasp. Fuck Ben, she thought, and fuck his friends. Fuck this wuss fucking boyfriend who didn't want her anymore, didn't want the human Heather. Now there would be no more bullshit. The inner Heather would have him. She was his monster, hatching from the girl he rejected, born of love, fury and sex, and he was hers to take.

If she wanted to suck cock one last time as a human girl, then fuck it.

She grabbed his erect dick at the base, angled it down, opened wide and jammed his thick penis in her mouth. The flavor of precum, of sex, brushed over her wet tongue. She bobbed her head a few times, pushing his foreskin back further and further with her lips. Then she changed angles and pressed the head of his penis to the roof of her mouth, keeping her beastly teeth away from his tender flesh. She wriggled and rubbed his cockhead against her palate, and she growled with anger and ecstasy.

He was frozen still, maybe afraid that she would bite his dick off.

He'd know better once she'd jammed his rod down her throat.

She tilted his cock and angled her head, then started feeding his thick member deeper and deeper. He was such a big man, and her mouth was full right to the back. She huffed with her nose, then smoothly swallowed deeper. No gagging. Slick and easy. She was talented at deepthroat, and the animal within her was hungry for cum.

"Oh fuck," he muttered. "Fuck, fuck."

There was a series of soft pops in Heather's back as her spine began to shift very slightly. She hung onto his hips with her claws and sank to her knees, gently touching her teeth near the base of his dick and forcing him down.

"Ah! Ah!"

She kept lowering her body until Ben had to squat to stay in her throat without running his dick against her fangs. She rested on her hands and knees, head tilted back as far as she could manage, face forward right into his crotch. She could feel his balls draped over her dainty chin. Her mouth was opened wide around his tremendous prick. He hunched over her beautiful face, her lipstick rubbing off at the base of his cock. Her face was flush with shame. Finally dominated, her kink. She was his woman to fuck in the face, up the ass. She closed her eyes and slid back, cock halfway out, until she could just breathe through her nose, and drank in the smell of sex.

He balanced himself by grabbing onto her shoulders.

She held her breath and pushed back in. Ben knew how to do this. Without a word, she waited for him to begin, even though he didn't deserve this treat--this final go round. Still, her anger made this all the more arousing. He would hump her body even as she burst open to unleash the rage monster within.

"Heather, do you want--?"

She opened her eyes and nodded very slightly.

He was so hard, a pork sword sheathed into her throat like a scabbard. He pulled back an inch, groaning as she tightened around him. He pushed forward an inch. When his balls slapped her chin, Heather's eyes rolled back in her head, and her pussy gushed. Her pale skin was mottled and blushing. She wished she'd shoved a couple of vibrators in her ass and pussy first. Before she met Ben, she'd commonly masturbated to rough gangbang porn with a butt plug hidden under her panties, mimicking a fantasy where she flicked the bean in public.

Her asshole winked at the thought, empty and aching to be filled.

Ben humped her face again, slow and steady.

Heather's large, aroused breasts hung from her chest and jiggled lightly with his thrust. Heather could feel her nipples throb with the agony of pleasure scorned, becoming inhumanly sensitive. Somehow, her tits were becoming more engorged, her grand nipples getting broader and puffier. Ben pumped a little faster, and she could tell with certainty now, her breasts were growing larger quickly. Their ample mass began to press together naturally, expanding, filling with the raw pleasure of sex.

She didn't even need to look down to know they were huge and soft, but not sagging. They were firm but pliable, and if she turned her body up, she knew they would stand proud without a bra, erect nipples jutting. She had the urge to reach down and tug on them, to masturbate by breast alone, but she remained still to hold Ben's weight over her arms.

Ben pulled out further and paused, letting Heather breathe out the stale air and take a few deep breaths through her nose. She'd gotten her throat to relax enough. She held her breath, and he swiftly sank all eight inches back through her crimson lips.

Her rump began to tingle with arousal. Her ass was round and tight, still draped over with a flap of damp, half-clear panties. She was already anally aroused; she'd played with both holes together for too long. The association was deep, and she craved being fucked in her butt whenever her pussy was damp. But this sensation? This was new.

Her asshole throbbed with the same insane sensitivity as her nipples. It was the creature inside her, the real Heather. It was still growing, and another step in its rebirth was near. This feeling was her reward for indulging her dark side. Ben was picking up the pace, rubbing his entire cock in her mouth. His balls slapped against Heather's jaw, and she felt another pang of anger and lust.

She couldn't imagine that he hadn't wanted to do this, that he was willing to give this up to satisfy his friends. How many men had a girlfriend as kinky and animal as her? Why did she have to literally become that animal to keep this?

There was a sharp snap in her rump, and she could feel new growth sliding down over her pelvic bone, between her asscheeks and towards her asshole. Every thrust of Ben's massive cock was mirrored in her crackling extension.

Her breasts had paused in their growth, but her tremendous nipples were reaching a breaking point. There was pressure growing in them, a sense of impending, exploding orgasm like the moment before she'd squirt.

Something deep in her loins told her that she was about to find an animal release. Sexual instinct told her that she was about to cum milk from her breasts, and she welcomed it. She urged it on. She'd cum from her titties. She'd cum from everything that could squirt and squint and shudder. Cum breasts, she shouted in her head, cum hard!

There was a pressure in her ass. She arched her back without thinking, trying to bend over further to open her ass to the sky, to let the werewolf emerge. Her sphincter tented. Her clit was electric. She could feel that little swelling in her pussy that foretold a squirt of lube. Breasts, pussy, ass--all filling and fit to burst.

There was another punch of growth against her sphincter, and the pressure in her ass was rising rapidly. She began to shake, riding a wave of stimulation to a crest. She sucked hard on his dick, and he paused, planted in her throat.

"God," he muttered, "that's so fuckin' hot."

Her rage soared, and she came with a fury that she'd never imagined before. She came from her pussy, squirting lube several feet with an orgasmic clench. With a thrust of her hips, her asshole burst open, cumming violently as she pushed the monster within out through her ass, and a black wolf's tail, damp but thickly furred, squeezed out of her horny butt five inches in a single shot, pushing away the damp flap of her sliced panties and rubbing the hairs apart against her muscular asscheeks. Her nipples crescendoed together, and she cummed from her humongous breasts, hot milk spurting out in twin jets on the hardwood floor.

"Fuck!" Ben shouted, but he didn't dare pull out.

The tail drove Heather wild. She was spitroasted by Ben and her own transformation. The texture of fur and the stiffness of her tail was a buttfucker's delight. She urged it to grow, squeezed and pushed it through her asshole in jerks and twitches. Milk squirted irregularly from her huge jiggling tits.

Heather's thoughts were simple and raunchy. Grow tail! Yes, force it! Grow out of my ass! This is how a butt slut grows a tail. This is how she becomes a monster. Yes!

Ben wasn't going to stay hard like this, but Heather didn't care. She'd already cum from sucking his cock. She'd already begun erupting from her human skin, tail ripping its way out of her asshole, an intense explosion of pleasure with every jutting inch. She pulled back off his cock, and the moment he was free, he danced back, big dick wriggling and slimed with her saliva and mucus.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head down till her right cheek rested on the floor and raised her bare ass high over her knees. Her stiff tail rose between her cheeks like a flagpole, black fur puffing out near the drying tip. This bent over position spread open her ass the most. She grunted and strained, and the monster inside her grew faster. There were cracking sounds, and her bottom quivered with anal pleasure. The tail was a foot and a half long, jutting and sliding its length to two feet exposed while she made animal noises, and her breasts pressed into her own milky puddles, still drizzling from her thick, stiff nipples.

She lifted herself a little onto her monstrous hands and looked up at Ben. "Jerk off."

He was half-mast now. "What?"

"You fucked my face so hard that I started milking. Now look at my tight ass and jerk it!" She shuddered and a slow inch protruded. "Jerk it!" she shouted.

He looked down at the mess of Heather's fluids and her oversized breasts. He stared at the tail bursting from her bottom, and he began to stiffen again.

"It's kind of hot," he said. "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck yes," Heather muttered. Her tail was nearing its end, just a few inches shorter than her legs, maybe two and a half feet in the open air, another 6 inches pinned inside her. There was maybe three inches left to extend.

Ben began to beat off slowly, getting harder and harder. "Can I play with those tits?"

Heather said nothing. She'd force him to "play" in a minute. She concentrated on becoming the beast. Her feet began to stretch and pop. The skin on her soles was pulling taut.

Ben was muttering to himself, talking about her ass, her nipples, her tight wet pussy. He was psyching himself up, digging a new place in his head for a new fetish.

"The tail is kinda hot too," he said experimentally, and that thought seemed to give him a surge of pleasure, because he walked around behind Heather and started beating off over her ass. "God damn."

Right in his shadow, her bare feet split open, soles breaking away from their tops, and werewolf's feet jutted forth with glistening claws. She grunted, feeling the flesh begin to split up her calves towards her knees. He was so enamored with her pink dripping pussy, he missed the shift for a moment.

"My asshole," Heather whispered. The pressure and pleasure was reaching a new peak.

"Fuck yeah, you're hot," Ben said.

She began to grunt, and the grunting turned into squeals. "My asshole!" she shouted.

Ben was beating off fast. He was angling his dick down, as if he could go for her pussy, just push it in while she did her thing.

She felt the last three inches grow and bunch up in her rump.

He touched his cockhead to her pussy lips.

Heather roared hatefully, her tail rocketed out, and her next anal orgasm shot through her body like a lightning bolt. With a meaty rip, her asshole burst and her tail zipped through the flesh over her ass like a pencil ripping paper, straightening instantly. The surge of pleasure made her pussy squirt again, splashing all over Ben's chest and stomach. He darted back once more. Instantly through the tear, he could see hints of black fur and dark soft flesh.

Heather stood, her milk running in rivulets off her incredibly large breasts, droplets tumbling from her erect nipples. She snipped away the elastic band, ruined panties falling from her hip. Her werewolf's tail whipped repeatedly, slinging out moisture, puffing out the fur. She was heaving with fury. "You want my pussy?"

"I'm sorry babe!"

She reached down to her fat pussy lips with her monstrous hands. "Let me show you what's inside my pussy." She breathed deep, faster, faster, breasts bouncing, then threw her head back and howled. She clenched up handfuls of human Heather's labia, then with a furious grip, she ripped her human pussy apart, cumming violently, feeling the beast within squirt from orgasmic rebirth. The pale, shaven lips pulled away like curtains from her werewolf pussy, fat and dark and covered with a shewolf's furry bush. It was like splitting open the crotch on stockings, but thicker, more satisfying to bare. The tear connected with her split human asshole, ripping the skin away from her inner thighs, leaving her shewolf pussy naked and spraying female cum, smelling strongly of sex. Without pausing, still cumming from her furry puss, she howled and pulled further, peeling back the skin around her hips like two sheets, ripping her stomach in twain up to her belly button, then yanking down and back to rip the human flesh free from her waist, splitting it from her back, pulling it off her thick asscheeks in sheets and letting both halves hang from the skins still wrapped around her legs.

Ben's dick leaped to attention, becoming eight inches of stiff flesh baton. Heather's naked, cumming shewolf genitals were tugging at deep feelings in him. He was terrified but harder than he'd ever been.

Heather reached down with her right hand and rubbed her fat camel toe and hard clit with her fingers, drenching them in her impossible rain of juice, smearing it through her werewolf pubes, extending her orgasmic reward for a few more shuddering seconds. Then her howling ceased with the aftershocks, and she looked back down at Ben. Her eyes had changed to a golden hue, animal and dark.

"Jerk it," she said in a slightly deeper, huskier voice. The howl had traced her inner transformation. This final metamorphosis had been triggered by the sundering of her human sex. The werewolf was all that remained underneath her human hide, ready for the final and most personal part of the transformation, something even more important to her identity than her pussy.

She took two steps forward, and in motion, she grew a half foot all at once. Her bulging, lengthening legs burst through their skins, which peeled off one after the other, leaving her beautiful furry thighs to be wet with her lube. The remaining skin seemed tighter on her body, on everywhere but her beautiful human face.

She kneeled down in front of him, massive breasts jiggling as she settled in front of his cock. She licked her lips. There was still a mess of lipstick on her lower lip, where his ballsack had rubbed it around. "Cum on my face," she said, sharp teeth flashing.

"What?" Ben asked.

"Drench me in cum." She reached down and grabbed her thick, puffy nipples, and very carefully she began to stroke and tug at them, sending waves up through her soft breasts. "Masturbate!" she cried out, as she began to masturbate with her nipples. Milk dripped out and sprinkled on her dark furry legs. She felt aroused in her pussy and ass, but the pleasure in her chest was more than enough. She could cum again soon.

She could cum with him at the final moment.

Ben began to masturbate quickly. He said nothing, but just stared at her huge breasts as they squirted and shook. Her breathing was getting shorter. She was tugging harder, leaning into it, squeezing each whole nipple and grimacing with the beautiful agony of sexual pleasure. She gasped, once, twice. Her arms began to shake as she masturbated both breasts rapidly. Nipples swelled harder. She neared the end.

Ben was gasping. The look of sheer raw sexuality on Heather's face had blown away any doubts or fear. Even if he didn't rub his cockhead, he was ready to blow a load.

Heather let go, one fraction of a second before she squirted. Her face cracked violently, her head shifting, her nose flattening as it was stretched over a clear muzzle-shape. She closed her eyes and grabbed her skin at the very top of her breasts.

"I'm cumming!" Ben shouted.

He jizzed, and when the first hot rope landed on her face, droplets on her titties, she exploded. Claws dug in and pulled the skin on her chest apart like a thin t-shirt, ripping it down into her freshly bulging cleavage, where two dark shewolf breasts bloomed larger, each as big as her head and under pressure inside her human hide. They squeezed up and burst outward, nipples popping out of her hide. They bounced wildly, spurting lines of white milk from black nipples. She instantly separated the skin down to her belly, then pulled up, splitting her throat.

Another lace of cum adorned her human face, and the grimace on her face grew taught as her muzzle jutted forward, stretching her skin like a tent over an elongated face.

Ben felt incredible. He'd never pumped this much cum in his life, and in this moment, Heather was always beautiful.

Heather felt another dose of cum soiling her human face, and she came and became, losing her humanity at once. Her lips split in two with snaps, and her nose ripped open, and her chin ripped open, and her brow burst apart and her scalp split. Lines of cum were drawn across the tear as a black werewolf's head burst through Heather's splitting face, fully formed from the final spurt of growth, furry muzzle now being coated with Ben's semen. The werewolf grabbed handfuls of blonde hair and ripped her scalp apart with ease and gusto. The empty halves of human Heather, now a simple mask, were pulled away like a hood, a costume of skin that werewolf Heather had hidden in for her entire life.

Howling in triumph, she came again and again. Her tail stood straight out over her sexy ass. Her fat pussy slammed the hardwood floor with two blasts of lube. Her monstrous nipples sprayed milk out of her werewolf breasts. Her wet mane of black hair fell to her shoulders as her human skin sloughed off her broad furry back like a discarded robe. Her beastly mouth hung open, sometimes catching semen as she shook her head back and forth through the rain of jizz, her breasts and shewolf head glazing with lines of white cum.

Yes, yes! Finally naked and free! Out of her frail human body, a werewolf had been born!

Ben ran dry, panting, and Heather rose. She licked her muzzle with her broad tongue, scraping jizz off with her fingers and cleaning her breasts, disposing of the cum by licking it off her hands and swallowing it. Ben tasted like her new mate, though he didn't know it yet.

"You're a fuckin' werewolf?" Ben asked, exhausted.

"I became one." She flexed her claws. She felt strong and beautiful. "I hatched."

"Do all werewolves rip off their skin like that?"

"I think so," Heather said. She traced her silhouette with her hands. She was sexy, taller, and better proportioned. Her huge breasts were easy to carry on her new frame, and she felt that once her milk was dried up for the day, they'd become more compact.

"How do you change back?" Ben asked.

She shook her new dark head of hair to break up the damp clumps and dry it out. She didn't answer him, because it'd be best if he guessed the truth on his own.

"Heather?"

"I became a werewolf when you broke up with me," Heather said. She wondered if that'd be enough for him to put together the pieces.

"Why?"

She stepped forward, face to face with him. She was his height now. Her ample breasts swayed a little, a mesmerizing beauty. "I was too angry and horny to bear it, so I burst into a monster." She reached out with a claw and tapped his chin. "I hatched."

"How?" he asked nervously.

"You watched it happen."

"I mean, how is this possible?"

"I let the anger and lust out, and the wolf I became was too big to fit in my skin." She reached down to her breast and gently stroked her nipple, rubbing the whole areola in a circle with her thumb. She moaned. "It felt so good to let it all out."

Ben's dick was stiffening sympathetically.

"I was so angry with you," she said huskily. "Hnngh. God, I couldn't believe you wanted to break up with me." She stopped petting her erect nipple and moved in closer, invading his personal space, letting his big dick touch her dark belly. "You don't want to break up anymore, Ben?" She reached out and put a hand on the side of his neck.

He froze. "When do you change back?"

She pulled up against him, pressing her milky breasts against his bare chest. She slipped her muzzle up to his ear and whispered through her flexible lips. "Don't play stupid." She licked his cheek. He wasn't as frightened as she expected. In fact, he was hardening fast, cock rubbing against her furry groin. "Do you love me still?"

"I do," he said.

"You know your friends are jealous that you have me."

"I know."

"You were weak."

"Were?"

"I won't force you," she whispered. "I'll let you keep them if you want. Or you can come with me, and we'll see where the wild things are." She kissed him lightly on the cheek with her snout and stroked his penis with her left hand. "Together."

"That's a lie, isn't it?"

"Is it?"

"You'd force me, wouldn't you? You'd infect me or something."

She gently jerked his cock a couple of times. "It's better if you want it."

"Will I hatch too?"

"Mm-hmm." She released his penis and embraced him, arms under his, hands on his shoulders. They were holding each other, naked, like they often had before. "You'll play with my body," she said, "and you'll be so horny, you'll burst out of your skin to become my big-dicked beast."

"I'll look at your full moon of an ass." He shifted his arms down to grope her broad, furred buttocks. "And become wolfman."

She pulled back and put a hand on his head. Then she slowly pulled him down towards the fat nipple on her breast. "You're mine," she said softly.

"No choice?" he asked, stopping with his lips before her erect tit. "God, that breast."

She said nothing.

"You know what, fuck it. It looks like fun." He kissed her nipple, sucked and pushed in, and Heather shuddered and felt her werewolf milk squirt in his mouth. She let go, and he stood up suddenly and swallowed.

"Christ," he said, "that's sweet. Is that what makes me a monster?"

"Only you'll hatch," she said, "It's meant for you."

"Just us two?" he asked. Then he paused and blinked. His skin was becoming rapidly flushed, and his cock was fully erect. "Fuck," he muttered.

She knelt down in front of him. "Become hard for me," Heather said. "Get really hard. Harder than you've ever been." She squeezed her arms around her humongous breasts, and milk drizzled from her plump nipples. "Get hard for my tits." She leaned forward, and with her broad tongue, she licked the underside of his dick from testicles to tip. "You can taste my wolf snatch, once you're all the way up."

Ben grunted. His werewolf girl was teasing his prick, but it was a welcome touch. He was wrestling with a new tension in his body, grimacing otherwise.

There was a cracking sound somewhere in Ben's spine. He put his legs apart and strained to handle some sensation. "God, there's pressure."

"Where?" Heather asked.

"My dick."

Heather looked closely. Her breath tickled its wet length, and his eight inches swelled a little harder, the glans turning grey as it pushed out of his foreskin. She licked him again, balls to end. "Nine inches," she said.

"Damn, Heather. That feels good." Ben's dick swelled up even more, becoming thicker across its entire bulk. "My foreskin, fuck!" His foreskin was starting to constrict his cock. "Why isn't it growing?"

"What?"

"My foreskin!"

"It's not your skin anymore."

He gasped. The sensation must've changed. His face lit up with surprise.

"Sensitive?" Heather asked.

He nodded rapidly.

"Yes!" Heather was ecstatic, clapping and shaking her milky chest. "Get hard for me! Get big! Show me that werewolf dick!"

He stared at her tremendous, dripping breasts, shaking and bouncing. "Oh fuck." He looked down at his foreskin. As much as his dick head was turning grey, his foreskin was turning white. It was stretched far too tight. The bowstring connecting to the head of his cock was taut and pulling back. "I'm gonna break. Oh crap."

"Hatch!" Heather yelled.

A wave of dizziness struck him, then passed. Suddenly, there was a look of great confidence on his face. "I feel it," he said clearly. He looked at his hands, then down at his dick, pointing at Heather's wolf-head like a dowsing rod.

"What?" Heather asked.

"Your breasts are making me hard--nngh!" He began to visibly concentrate, to strain to release something. He growled deeply, and in meaty twangs, his dick began to grow again. The bowstring stretched beyond capacity and snapped. His human foreskin had transformed from a single part of his penis into a flimsy wrapping.

"Hot!" Heather cried.

"It's wider than this," he said fiercely, "It's longer!"

Heather waited with delight while Ben's real cock emerged. It slithered out of his foreskin like a snake, inch after inch. Then it stopped. It could grow no more in this container.

"This skin!" Ben shouted. Claws burst from the fingers on his right hand. He reached down to the front of his cock, grabbed hold of the thin, overstretched flesh at the base, and ripped the human skin off his giant beast-dick like it was a condom. Every inch unveiled instantly swelled a whole inch wider. When the tube of flesh snapped off his cockhead, the entire shaft and head erupted another inch from his crotch, forming a full foot of neutral grey, bat-thick penis, fiercely erect over a werewolf woman's sexy body.

Ben was panting heavily. Heather was delighted. She reached out and lapped at the underside of his flared head. His eyes rolled back and he roared as he released the pressure in one final explosion. His nutsack split open, and his expanding balls dropped down into a great grey furry nutsack. His cock jutted two more steel inches from his crotch, reaching its final and full size, and the tip of his massive dick erupted, jizzing a pint of hot semen all over Heather's muzzle, hair and humongous tits.

She laughed in the cum spray, and waited until he was done to open her eyes.

He ran a hand over his monster dick, still erect as steel. "Turn around," he said, without even waiting for Heather to wipe away the cum spread on her fur.

"Oh?" she asked with faux naivete.

"Ass!" he ordered.

She spun around gleefully and got on her hands and knees, arching her back down and raising her tail high, letting him see the depth of her black furry asscheeks and the tightness of her dark little asshole. Her pussy was running freely. She rubbed some of her lube up her crack. The black werewolf was ready to be mounted from behind.

The grey werewolf-to-be leveled his huge penis against her bottom, found it slick and inviting, and shoving aside her cheeks, he pushed his thick rod up her asshole.

Heather closed her eyes and relished that first moment of the buttfuck, when the dick speared and spread her sphincter. Her asshole tingled, her tail wagged. Then Ben pushed in, and slowly he packed her butt full of dick. She moaned and felt a wellspring of pleasure deep in her loins. His cock was rubbing on the far side of her g-spot, squeezing against the thin vaginal wall from inside her anus. Her stretched butthole was stimulated, waiting to reward her when he pulled out.

"Fuck yes!" she shouted, "Fuck that butt!"

"God, this ass," Ben said, "This fantastic fucking ass!"

His monster cock was buried to the hilt, and her asscheeks were pushed aside by his amazing girth. His furry balls rubbed gently against the fat lips of her hairy snatch. He was all the way in, the first stroke halfway done.

Heather moaned. Lust raised the fur on her hackles and she shivered. She reached between her legs and tickled her clit. He pulled back nearly half a foot, slowly tugging out on her sphincter, then rammed it home, a surge of pleasure in her butthole. In and out. In and out. Ben picked up the pace and grunted violently with every swift hump.

Heather's whole ass felt erotic, arousal beating out of her sphincter like shockwaves. The pleasure spread across her rear, collected deep into her tight pussy. Her breasts swayed, nipples straining to cum again. But best of all, she could feel him shifting and crackling as he fucked her big ass. His hips slapped on her round bottom, and his slick cock tugged on her buttocks, making her muscular cheeks slap and shake with his strokes.

"Heather." He grunted with the effort. "I'm feeling it."

"Ungh." She could barely talk. Ben's giant dick was reaming her butthole at top speed, and her breaths were short and sharp. "What?"

"I can feel it. I'm going to grow a tail."

Heather felt a pang of lust. "Squeeze it out!" she shouted.

"I want to transform..." He groaned. "I want to be your werewolf."

"When you hatch," Heather spoke through his strokes, "cum in my bum."

"God, you're so fucking dirty." He had his hands on her hips. Now he squatted down over her bottom and leaned over a bit. Her tail was pinned to one side, and he was rolling his hips to continue deep dicking her ass. "Fuck me, this is going to make me cum."

"You only transform once," Heather said, "enjoy becoming a monster!"

"God, this ass! You're so fucking tight!"

"Your dick is huge!"

They were both getting wildly aroused. He was going to transform while his monster cock was buried in her asshole. It was so grotesque, Heather could hardly believe it. Just an hour ago, she'd wanted a buttfucking, but she never could've imagined this. It was so raw, so animal--and so much more pleasurable than any butt sex they'd shared before.

Ben was getting into it too. He was into becoming a beast like her. The erotic explosions in her belly felt like fireworks. Little human Heather had ripped herself open out of anger, but her passion was being met with equal fervor from human Ben. He pummeled her asshole with abandon, trusting that she could comfortably handle his giant werewolf dick.

"I'm close!" she shouted.

He was slamming her harder, faster. "Pressure," he groaned, "I'm hatching!"

Heather let out a squeal of pleasure as Ben's thick dick began pumping sperm deep in her ass. She orgasmed, squirting on his furry balls, and he roared. With a violent crack and a single buck of his hips, a third of his new grey wolf's tail burst from his asshole.

She squeezed down with her sphincter, tightening her cheeks. "Hatch!" she screamed.

He humped again, shouting, "I'm becoming a wolf!"

"Squeeze out your tail!" Heather yelled.

Every pulse of sperm equaled a pulse of tail growth, relentless. Half-squatting, tail-growing, dick buried into a flailing, quivering shewolf's ass--he pulsed, cumming in Heather's butt and squeezing a tail out of his own.

His tail grew rapidly, nearing its limit within seconds. He was forcing it with such strength, pushing it out of his human skin. Heather could hear the rumble of shifting tailbone over his cries of orgasm--a shared experience born deep in her butt.

With a final crack, his asshole ripped open and his skin split up his rump, and he blew an especially large surge of sperm into Heather's cummy behind while his tail rocketed out behind him and straightened. Cum overflowed from her butthole, slicking down the length of his massive dick, filling her furry crack with dripping spunk.

"Holy shit," Heather said, panting even as her werewolf's fur filled with sweat.

Ben pulled back, releasing inch after inch of sticky fat dick from his girl's asshole. When his cockhead popped out, she gaped, and with soft little gasps, she slowly closed her asshole tight over his massive load.

"I'm normally not a fan of doing things with my ass," Ben said.

"Yeah?"

"But becoming a monster feels great."

"You only transform once," Heather said between breaths, "Try to enjoy it, right?"

"What happens next?" His half-erect penis was curved over like a banana.

Heather turned around and grabbed his hips. "Let me clean your dick." Without waiting for a signal, she darted forward and began lapping his cum off his monstrous cock.

"You're so fucking hot," Ben said.

She finished slathering her tongue over it once. Then she angled in the head and quickly pushed his dick down her throat.

"Ungh. You're making me stiff babe."

She sucked hard and pulled back, cleaning his broad cock from base to tip, until he finally unsheathed his throbbing footlong from her muzzle. Then she kissed the bottom of his cockhead.

Ben suddenly flexed, and his cock slammed to full erection while snapping off a little bit of leftover cum onto Heather's chest. His tail swatted the air as he flexed his arms, his muscles swelling, becoming brutally defined. He hunched over. His legs bent. Everything pulsed with sudden power, with instant male strength.

"Hatch!" Heather yelled.

She was his woman, and he would be a man worthy of her.

"My wolf!" she shouted.

His muscles were growing--he was growing all at once, from skinny to buff. There was a snap and he flexed even tighter. Brutally, the skin on his arms began to rip open over slabs of muscle, revealing spreads of soft grey fur. He then reversed, and instead of flexing he suddenly stretched them out. Violently, grey clawed hands punched out of his skin, shredding the hide on his arms like overfilled rubber. He stood, and his too-small human legs popped like stretched socks as grey clawed feet and powerful werewolf muscles tore their way out of his human skin

His chest barreled out in proportion. He bent over, tightening the skin across his broad, expanding back. Then he flexed, and in a single, meaty shred, his back split open, dividing his human skin all the way to the nape of his neck. Beneath was a field of thick grey wolf's fur, the beastly Ben. Then he flexed his pecs, dug into the skin like a man tearing away a tight cotton shirt, and pulled his skin in two from sternum to crotch.

"Yes!" Heather cried. "Hatch!"

His eyes closed. His face cracked with pressure and pleasure. He took a deep breath and howled as his skull changed inside his skin.

The final moment was here. His dick felt electric. Heather's tongue painted the length of his giant werewolf cock in saliva and warmth.

He grabbed the skin on his forehead, dug in like he'd found a hole in a rubber mask, and in one long brutal rip, he pulled his scalp and face into two lifeless pieces, peeling it away from a quaking, cracking grey werewolf's head, which burst into its final shape, muzzle erupting almost the instant his fur hit air, jutting forward into the final length of broad, gigantic male maw, filling with scything carnivorous teeth.

Ben threw aside the two halves of the little man that he'd been mere minutes ago; the giant grey werewolf, triumphantly standing tall with his penis erect, howled with a depth and volume that Heather had never managed, and his humongous cock, now suited to his muscular body, began to jet more hot ropes of cum than his giant testicles could've held. Arcs of cum rained down on Heather, hung from her face and gigantic milk-dripping breasts.

Heather laughed with joy, admiring the handsome werewolf she'd coaxed out of her boyfriend--now her monstrous mate.

Before she could even praise him, he reached down and lifted her up by her shoulders with his new found bulk, strength and height--lifted her up until she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She flexed to raise her waist up towards his stomach. He angled his cock up with a hand, still dribbling cum even as her own lube drizzled over its girth. She looked up at him.

"Ben?" she asked.

He grinned, a toothy expression only suitable for werewolves. "You're mine," he said in a deeper, thicker voice.

She squealed with happiness when he guided her furry dark werewolf snatch down onto his great grey prick. The penetration was instant and deep. She held on tight, sliming his chest with a blend of his sticky sperm and her warm gushing milky tits. Her broad soft breasts were pressed against his rock solid pecs. Her nipples were rubbing over his soft fur, making her gasp and quiver.

He grabbed her buttocks to give her support, and then began to lift and sink her crotch with monstrous ease, helping her flex and slide six solid inches up and down on his dick.

"It was so hot when you ripped open your human pussy," Ben said, "I wanted your wolf pussy ever since you bared it, all squirting and furry."

Heather moaned while he fucked her vagina deep and smooth.

"I wanted the werewolf pussy you were hiding inside your shaved pussy," he said.

Heather was gasping, already rising towards orgasm. Hadn't this been everything they'd led up to? This was the most pleasurable part, the consummation of their newfound bond. Her pussy was always the prize of their sexual games. Now it was the seal of their love.

"I wanted the werewolf," he said, his breath quickening.

He'd wanted the werewolf inside her shaved human pussy, up her tight human ass, behind the flawless mask of her face and beneath her hairless skin. He hadn't known it until he'd seen it, but he hadn't wanted a smooth doll, perfect and distant. He'd wanted a furry beast, aggressive and close, and she'd pulled back her skin to release it. They'd become werewolves together.

Her mound ground against his pubic bone with the bottom smack of every deep-dicking pulse. Her clit was rubbed on his fur till it almost hurt. Her pussy was full beyond her wildest dreams, and this companionship would be theirs to share for the rest of their werewolf lives. The unspoken force that had changed them had made them mates.

Heather rode faster, and faster; she felt like she was fit to burst one last time. Ben's cock pulsed in her pussy. She flailed once, twice, slamming her pubic mound and clit home, squeezing her vaginal walls tight along his cock.

With three more pumps, Ben began to jizz deep in her werewolf snatch.

Heather cummed vaginally, soaking their combined crotches in lube, and from her tits, making a mess between their chests; and she even came anally, her ass squeezing down on Ben's last load. Crying out in release, she squirted out a single jet of his cum from her werewolf asshole, splashing jizz on the floor.

They both gushed and howled their joy and relief.

Then they pulled apart and relaxed. It was done. They were lovers. Ben's cock shrank to a manageable size when flaccid. Heather's breasts began to dry up, compacting, becoming easy to wield. Everything about them was still tremendous, but they'd be able to move.

Heather looked at the clock on the wall above the table and down at the floor, at the empty human skins that'd birthed two werewolves. "There's a few hours left before sunset. Think we should lock the door and wait until dark?"

"We'll wash our fur," he said thoughtfully, "and sleep. We'll need an early start."

"Why's that?" Heather hugged him. She loved him.

He pulled her close and stroked her fur. "Wolves are nocturnal, and the wilds are far away. We've got a long way to go."

They did have a long way, Heather knew, but she was satisfied. They'd meet the challenge now that the crisis was past. They hadn't broken up, and the tie between them was strong.

They'd found a new beginning through the beasts inside.