{"sf1_id":935941,"sf2_id":"7ejR964e","title":"Filth Ch. 01 [Story / Rat]","author":"Lycandope","words":3953,"posted_at":"2015-11-20T23:28:00.000Z","tags":["Corruption","F","Masturbation","NSFW","Rat woman","Transformation","Were-rat","Wererat","changes","fur","tf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/935941-filth-ch-01-story-rat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejR964e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/61/42/61426149-e125-4929-837e-100cce8d51b1","description":"A deeply religious young woman fights against the sinfully dirty thoughts plaguing her. Chapter 1 of 2.","content":"Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate's faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores.\u0026nbsp; She could hear muted conversations around her from the girls in her suite.\u0026nbsp; She was still getting used to them but, so far, they all seemed like nice girls.\u0026nbsp; Shifting to her side, the young woman watched the other side of the room to make sure Sally, her roommate, was actually asleep.\u0026nbsp; The other figure was blurry but unmoving.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a deep blush, Abigail reached her right hand down to lightly touch the soft hairs above her sex.\u0026nbsp; She turned on her side, facing the wall and just slowly stroked the tangle of chestnut hairs over and over.\u0026nbsp; She could feel her shame burning to the tips of her ears.\u0026nbsp; She almost took her hand away as an echo of her mother's voice filled her ears.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Your virginity is sacred, Abigail Young,_ her mother always told her.\u0026nbsp; _It belongs to your future husband.\u0026nbsp; When you're married, you belong to him and no other.\u0026nbsp; You give yourself to him body and soul and you please him as his wife.\u0026nbsp; Sexual congress is between a man and his wife and anything else is filthy.\u0026nbsp; You're not a dirty girl, Abigail.\u0026nbsp; You're my sweet girl.\u0026nbsp; God is always watching and you wouldn't want to offend Him, would you, Abi?\u0026nbsp;_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe young woman bit her lip to fight the urge to touch herself.\u0026nbsp; Her whole body was sensitive and she knew the blood was coming.\u0026nbsp; It was her one shame and her punishment for impure thoughts.\u0026nbsp; Every month, she could feel the urge to touch herself.\u0026nbsp; Every month her nerves would light up, begging to be touched.\u0026nbsp; She fought it every time until the blood came to wash away her sin.\u0026nbsp; Her breasts ached, taunting her.\u0026nbsp; She wanted to massage them but the one time (_five times,_ her mind whispered in correction) she'd done it, it'd only made the building ache worse.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt only made the urge to touch herself worse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe could feel her heartbeat between her legs.\u0026nbsp; Playing with her soft downy hair distracted her. Abigail could swear she felt heat radiating from further below.\u0026nbsp; She moved and gasped quietly as her swollen sex pressed between her thighs.\u0026nbsp; Quickly, she opened her legs and took her hand away.\u0026nbsp;_I am a good girl,_ she told herself.\u0026nbsp; _I'm not dirty like these other girls, giving away their precious virginity to every man that looks their way.\u0026nbsp; I will save myself for my husband._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nClasping her hands against her cheek, she began to pray.\u0026nbsp; As she spoke the words and slowed her breathing, she found herself purposefully smelling the heady scent of her own sex.\u0026nbsp; She hugged herself and continued her prayer until she drifted off to sleep.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n* * *\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"All right,\" Abigail's chemistry professor, Ms. Lopez, said.\u0026nbsp; \"You have your groups and the next thirty minutes to get to know each other.\u0026nbsp; If there are any questions, come see me up front.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail made her way to a table in the corner.\u0026nbsp; Two men and one other woman joined her as she sat, dropping her heavy backpack to the ground.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey,\" the first man said with a smile.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm Jason.\u0026nbsp; Pre-med.\u0026nbsp; So far.\u0026nbsp; I think.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Aaron,\" the second man told everyone.\u0026nbsp; \"Criminal justice and I'm pretty sure about it.\u0026nbsp; My whole family are cops.\u0026nbsp; Or military.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"And I'm Stacy!\" The last member said.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not sure yet but I'll get it figured out.\u0026nbsp; Maybe veterinary science.\u0026nbsp; I kind of love animals so I'm leaning that way.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm Abigail,\" she told them.\u0026nbsp; \"I am going into veterinary.\u0026nbsp; My parents own a farm so I'm going to help out when I graduate.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh hey, that's awesome!\" Stacy told her.\u0026nbsp; \"I think I've seen you in a couple of my other classes, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes,\" Abigail replied.\u0026nbsp; \"And Jason, too.\"\u0026nbsp; She blushed as she realized what she'd admitted; that she'd noticed the other student before.\u0026nbsp; The young woman fumbled with her glasses as an excuse to look away from everyone.\u0026nbsp; She couldn't help it - the young man was incredibly handsome and, so far as she'd seen, a really pleasant person.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, hey,\" Jason said.\u0026nbsp; \"I thought I'd recognized you.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Schuler's class, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes,\" Abigail nearly whispered.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, if you need a study partner for his class, I was thinking of getting a group together.\u0026nbsp; Some of my old high school friends are in the same class and they're actually good people.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"God,\" Aaron said.\u0026nbsp; \"I haven't run into anyone from my old school.\u0026nbsp; It's all good though.\u0026nbsp; They were a bunch of shitheads\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThirty minutes passed quickly as Abigail listened to her classmates talk back and forth.\u0026nbsp; She found herself watching Jason from the corner of her eyes.\u0026nbsp; He was extremely affable but didn't dominate the conversation and, instead, encouraged everyone to talk about their passions.\u0026nbsp; Her heart raced listening to him.\u0026nbsp; Every time she shifted on her seat, her rough homespun sweater scratched along her simple bra.\u0026nbsp; Even through the padding, she could feel the brush of it against her nipples.\u0026nbsp; A sharp ache flared deep within her with each movement.\u0026nbsp; She pressed her thighs together on reflex but then opened her legs again as the pressure made it worse.\u0026nbsp; Her sweater slid against her side and she shivered and it's caress.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_God,_ she prayed.\u0026nbsp; _Please let this temptation pass quickly.\u0026nbsp; I am your servant as always and ever will be but..._\u0026nbsp; She let the thought drift away unfinished.\u0026nbsp; It was no use praying to Him to end a trial.\u0026nbsp; Her faith was strong and it was upon her shoulders to bear the burden.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEveryone separated as class ended.\u0026nbsp; Abigail watched Jason leave, her eyes involuntarily tracking to his jeans, admiring the way he walked.\u0026nbsp; Her breath felt tight in her chest.\u0026nbsp; Her last class wasn't for another hour so the young woman made her way to her dorm.\u0026nbsp; Even with it being a small, sleepy college town, the various footpaths were lined with students laughing and walking and rushing on their way to class.\u0026nbsp; A few couples sat on the grass, surrounded by orange and yellow Fall leaves.\u0026nbsp; Abigail blushed at one woman with her head resting in her boyfriend's lap.\u0026nbsp; He was stroking the other woman's hair and smiling happily at her.\u0026nbsp; It was too easy to imagine Jason doing the same to her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail dropped her backpack in her room.\u0026nbsp; The suite was quiet, the other seven girls at class or somewhere else.\u0026nbsp; She made her way to one of the two shared bathrooms and sat to relieve herself, shivering at the cold toilet seat.\u0026nbsp; Finishing, she stood briefly to clean herself off.\u0026nbsp; Her pubic hair was curled but, below, she could see her sex.\u0026nbsp; Her small pink lips were nearly exposed and more red than they should be.\u0026nbsp; She carefully swiped to clean herself and nearly moaned at the brief touch.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe stayed there, half-crouched, mesmerized by her swollen sex.\u0026nbsp; She'd only looked at herself a few times in her life and only once before her blood came in.\u0026nbsp; Only the once before when she'd found herself blushing at the lightest touch.\u0026nbsp; She'd watched a mare be mounted and couldn't help but notice the way the animal's sex looked.\u0026nbsp; Bulging.\u0026nbsp; Swollen.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJust like she was swollen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a slow, hesitant finger, she touched her thick, glistening outer lips.\u0026nbsp; Her hand drew away, quick as a viper at the warm, pleasurable response.\u0026nbsp; She felt so **_empty_**.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't completely shielded from real life.\u0026nbsp; Living on a farm and working with animals, she was very aware of how a male took a female.\u0026nbsp; She wondered, again, whether a man's penis looked like one of the animal's penises.\u0026nbsp; Like the horse?\u0026nbsp; Smaller, of course.\u0026nbsp; It'd have to be.\u0026nbsp; She tried to laugh at the thought of Jason with a horse's thick, blunt penis but, instead found herself flushing in sudden heat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer lips glistened, nearly pulsing in time to her racing heart.\u0026nbsp; She reached to pull her panties up and then stopped.\u0026nbsp; Abigail touched herself.\u0026nbsp; Her finger lightly pressed against the bottom of her sex, she slid it upwards towards her mound.\u0026nbsp; The feeling was alien.\u0026nbsp; And incredible.\u0026nbsp; Every inch... every millimeter of her sex felt like it was a live wire.\u0026nbsp; And the heat of it!\u0026nbsp; Blushing, mentally cursing herself, she quickly pulled up her panties and jeans, almost forgetting to flush in her embarrassment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_You dirty.... you dirty... whore,_ she scolded as she rushed out of the bathroom to clean her hands.\u0026nbsp; It was her mother's words again.\u0026nbsp; Over and over she washed until her skin was reddened from the hot water and scrubbing.\u0026nbsp; _Not just touching yourself but in the bathroom of all places!\u0026nbsp; You filthy, dirty...!\u0026nbsp;_ Abigail calmed herself, breathing deeply to settle her nerves.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe last class passed in a blur.\u0026nbsp; Abigail barely listened to the teacher drone on about math and, instead, she spent the entire class in prayer.\u0026nbsp; She said the rosary in her mind, using the spirals of her notebook in place of the beads.\u0026nbsp; When she finished, she begun again until students stood up around her.\u0026nbsp; She woke from her trance with a start and collected her things.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_It will pass,_ she told herself.\u0026nbsp; _In a day or two, the blood will come and it will pass.\u0026nbsp; Mother was right.\u0026nbsp; Taking classes with other students would be a temptation but I must be strong.\u0026nbsp; For God and for my future husband.\u0026nbsp;_ She'd been homeschooled by her family since she was a little girl.\u0026nbsp; Years and years of curriculum laced with religious teachings.\u0026nbsp; Church three times a week and the other nights spent praying with her family at home.\u0026nbsp; Sunday school and dinners with their pastor.\u0026nbsp; She would not be undone by her own base urges.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Abigail!\" a voice cried out.\u0026nbsp; \"Hey, Abi!\"\u0026nbsp; The young woman stopped to look around.\u0026nbsp; Her heart sank as Jason caught up to her.\u0026nbsp; \"Hey, glad I caught you!\u0026nbsp; Listen, we're having a little get-together tomorrow night.\u0026nbsp; My best friend rents a house off campus and some of us are getting together to kind of kick of our first year.\u0026nbsp; It'd be great if you were there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh,\" Abigail said, her eyes on the ground.\u0026nbsp; She pressed her glasses further up her nose and then gripped her tight ponytail.\u0026nbsp; \"I... I don't think I can go, Jason.\u0026nbsp; That's... that's not my kind of thing.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Aww,\" Jason frowned.\u0026nbsp; \"I understand.\u0026nbsp; I mean, there's going to be some alcohol but we're banning weed and we'll also have juice and stuff with people watching it all to make sure nobody fu- uhh, messes with it.\u0026nbsp; My friend and his girlfriend don't drink.\u0026nbsp; Just going to be a chill party, you know?\u0026nbsp; Some freshman getting to know each other?\u0026nbsp; Look, if you change your mind it's right over by the engineering building.\u0026nbsp; Corner of 7th and Common.\u0026nbsp; Big house, can't miss it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Okay,\" Abigail said.\u0026nbsp; \"I really don't think I'll be there but I appreciate the offer.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No problem!\"\u0026nbsp; The young man grinned, small crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes.\u0026nbsp; Abigail blushed and adjusted her glasses again.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll catch you tomorrow in classes!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail stared at the ground until her face cooled.\u0026nbsp; As isolated as she'd been growing up, she'd been around other men.\u0026nbsp; She'd even found some attractive in an abstract kind of way.\u0026nbsp; Knowing they were handsome or attractive but not feeling attracted to them.\u0026nbsp; The rush of emotions for Jason was unfair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHiking her heavy backpack up, the young woman trudged through falling leaves on the way back to her room.\u0026nbsp; A crisp wind whipped the end of her ponytail around and she hugged herself tightly, her thick brown sweater keeping most of the cold off of her.\u0026nbsp; She raised her face to the wind and it cooled her; both her thoughts and her blood.\u0026nbsp; She smiled with self-assurance, knowing she'd make it through the the next few days just fine.\u0026nbsp; God was on her side.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n* * *\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bathroom lights reflected Abigail's face clearly.\u0026nbsp; She laid her hairbrush, full of her reddish-brown hair, down on the counter and then arrayed her loose hair behind herself.\u0026nbsp; Her face was clear and suntanned.\u0026nbsp; Many years spent outside working on the farm had blessed her with darker skin and a spray of freckles.\u0026nbsp; She was dressed in her pajamas - an old birthday gift from 3 years ago.\u0026nbsp; The clothes still fit her petite frame.\u0026nbsp; Despite her modest size, it was buttoned all the way to the top.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOpening her mouth wide, she examined her teeth.\u0026nbsp; Although old fashioned, her parents had no problems splurging at the dentist and her teeth were nearly perfect.\u0026nbsp; Glancing at the little clock on the counter, she grabbed a toothbrush to quickly finish her routine.\u0026nbsp; Each girl had a certain time for the bathroom to make sure they gave each other space.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTeeth brushed, showered and clean and feeling sleepy, Abigail made her way to her bed.\u0026nbsp; Her roommate, Sandy, grunted in bed as she passed.\u0026nbsp; The other woman's first class was at 6 in the morning and so she was always the first in the bathroom and first to bed. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail shivered in the cold open air.\u0026nbsp; They weren't able to change the temperature for the rooms and coming from a hot shower, even a cool room felt like it was freezing.\u0026nbsp; She shuffled quickly to her bed on slippered feet and then slid under the covers of her thick quilt - a gift from her grandmother.\u0026nbsp; Sighing happily, Abigail pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes.\u0026nbsp; _Heaven,_she told herself. _Pure heaven.\u0026nbsp;_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe prayed in bed.\u0026nbsp; Her last routine before falling asleep.\u0026nbsp; The effect was nearly magical.\u0026nbsp; Rarely was it that she wasn't asleep five minutes after the last word.\u0026nbsp; Except, this time, mid-prayer, Abigail's mind flashed back to earlier in the day when she was saying the rosary.\u0026nbsp; Immediately, and despite her efforts against it, she thought of why she'd had to say the rosary.\u0026nbsp; Images of herself in the bathroom.\u0026nbsp; Thoughts of what she'd looked like.\u0026nbsp; Of what she'd been thinking of.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer body began to awaken.\u0026nbsp; She shifted uncomfortable and the cotton of her sleeping clothes slid along her smooth stomach and sides.\u0026nbsp; It was torturous.\u0026nbsp; She could feel her nipples hardening in response and, worse, her sex began to ache.\u0026nbsp; She turned to her side but nearly cursed out loud as her top slid against her small, hard nipples.\u0026nbsp; The young woman felt it deep inside as a burning, electric sharp ache.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_It's all his fault,_she thought.\u0026nbsp; _Jason.\u0026nbsp; He's just... just so..._\u0026nbsp; His face filled her vision.\u0026nbsp; The little lines at the corner of his eyes and the scruff of his trimmed beard.\u0026nbsp; She heard his voice, deep and confident echoing through her head.\u0026nbsp; Watching him walk.\u0026nbsp; His pants had fit him **_quite_** well.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer hand reached down, sliding against the bare skin of her stomach, tangling into the sparse curls of her hair.\u0026nbsp; Abigail's face burned.\u0026nbsp; It was worse than it had ever been.\u0026nbsp; The urge.\u0026nbsp; She couldn't stop thinking of Jason.\u0026nbsp; Her hips made small motions, back and forth against the bed as she pictured the young man.\u0026nbsp; The look of him.\u0026nbsp; **_Would_** it be like a horse?\u0026nbsp; She had vague memories of seeing her brothers and father naked when she was very, very young but couldn't remember anything distinctly.\u0026nbsp; Nudity was not allowed around other people in their house.\u0026nbsp; Would it have spots?\u0026nbsp; Does it just hang there like-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail froze.\u0026nbsp; Her fingertip, nail trimmed low, brushed against her clit.\u0026nbsp; Her heart pounded in her chest and throat and she burned to her ear tips.\u0026nbsp; She could feel a sort of wetness.\u0026nbsp; She could feel the heat radiating from her sex.\u0026nbsp; She could feel...\u0026nbsp; _Maybe,_ she told herself, licking her lips.\u0026nbsp; _Maybe it will go away if I touch myself a little.\u0026nbsp; Maybe I just..._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSlowly, carefully, her finger slid against the hood covering her clit.\u0026nbsp; Abigail breathed out hoarsely, breath shuddering from the tension.\u0026nbsp; Further her finger went and it separated her wet lips.\u0026nbsp; The young woman hunched tightly against herself.\u0026nbsp; Her temples were pounding.\u0026nbsp; Her whole body was a bundle of wires.\u0026nbsp; The ocean roared in her ears.\u0026nbsp; She reached further and then jumped as she felt her ass.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Quickly, she crooked her finger and brought it up again until the tip touched her hood.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe pictured him again.\u0026nbsp; Jason.\u0026nbsp; His smile.\u0026nbsp; His strong arms and legs.\u0026nbsp; Her finger reached down again and she opened to it.\u0026nbsp; His pants.\u0026nbsp; Tight.\u0026nbsp; Holding... holding **_that_**.\u0026nbsp; Abigail gasped quietly, head back as her fingertip dipped inside of her sex.\u0026nbsp; It was so warm.\u0026nbsp; And so slick.\u0026nbsp; From her need.\u0026nbsp; Her hips began to work back and forth again.\u0026nbsp; Slow, tiny movements.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJason, in her mind, held her close.\u0026nbsp; It was after their wedding day, of course.\u0026nbsp; At night.\u0026nbsp; He was so handsome in his tuxedo and she was beautiful in her pure white dress.\u0026nbsp; They were laughing, drunk on their excitement.\u0026nbsp; He was leading her to their bed at a fancy, rich hotel.\u0026nbsp; In Paris.\u0026nbsp; No, Rome.\u0026nbsp; He undressed before her.\u0026nbsp; Slowly.\u0026nbsp; His chest was hairy, as a man's chest should be.\u0026nbsp; She blushed (in her thoughts) as he began unbuttoning his pants.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail's hand went unconsciously to her left breasts, the heel pressing against it to work out the ache.\u0026nbsp; Her finger slowly explored in her tight, wet sex.\u0026nbsp; Her hips worked back and forth.\u0026nbsp; Back and forth.\u0026nbsp; Small dark brown hairs sprouted from her fat, wet lips, surrounding her sex before disappearing into the tangle of her pubic hair.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBack in her mind, Jason's pants slid to the floor and she looked down.\u0026nbsp; His penis hung like a horse's.\u0026nbsp; Round, thick and flat at the tip.\u0026nbsp; It was all she could think of at the moment.\u0026nbsp; Better than making something else up and it being ridiculous.\u0026nbsp; It grew as she watched and her finger began to work fast.\u0026nbsp; Jason was undoing her dress, somehow while she was still on her back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe lay naked before him.\u0026nbsp; She hid her small breasts in embarrassment but he gently took her arms away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail grunted as her finger moved, rubbing her clit through the hood of skin.\u0026nbsp; She licked her lips again and whispered Jason's name.\u0026nbsp; A few long, stray brown hairs grew from her areola.\u0026nbsp; Lines of sweat broke out along her stomach, rolling to her right side.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn her mind, the young man's penis lay against her belly.\u0026nbsp; He was looking down at her.\u0026nbsp; Smiling at her.\u0026nbsp; Her husband.\u0026nbsp; His penis was warm and heavy on her.\u0026nbsp; She wanted to touch it.\u0026nbsp; She wanted to see if it was as smooth and soft and silky as it looked.\u0026nbsp; He moved, though, and it brushed her sex just as her finger was doing now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn her bed, her other hand slid against her nipple and she almost cried out.\u0026nbsp; Her hips worked faster as she rubbed herself.\u0026nbsp; But, in her mind, she hid her face as Jason's penis pressed against her sex.\u0026nbsp; He was so gentle with her and, as her entered her, he told her he loved her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPressure built deep inside the young woman.\u0026nbsp; She grunted again and then gasped, finger inside while her palm rubbed against the little hidden clit.\u0026nbsp; Harder and faster and she still felt so empty. Jason was inside of her.\u0026nbsp; Holding her tight.\u0026nbsp; Kissing her gently.\u0026nbsp; He-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail cried out sharply, her legs jerking.\u0026nbsp; She pressed her thighs together as a warm spray of liquid coated them.\u0026nbsp; A thick, rich smell filled the air and she could feel her own juices completely coating her hand.\u0026nbsp; Her heart hammered beneath her reddened chest. She jerked again, involuntarily as a smaller orgasm coursed through her.\u0026nbsp; Tears leaked behind tightly closed eyelids.\u0026nbsp; Tears of joy and of shame.\u0026nbsp; It had just felt so **_good_**.\u0026nbsp; And, yet, her she lay in her own filth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor a brief moment, she considered getting up to wash her sheets and blanket and clothes but the laundry room was too far away and it was the middle of the night.\u0026nbsp; And she'd probably wake her roommate.\u0026nbsp; She would know exactly what she'd done.\u0026nbsp; She would just have to sleep in it.\u0026nbsp; If anything, it was a good punishment.\u0026nbsp; Not only had she touched herself when she shouldn't have but she'd apparently peed herself as well.\u0026nbsp; She hid herself under her blankets but then immediately came out again.\u0026nbsp; Her scent was strong and made her start to ache a little more again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSlowly, above her wet pajama bottoms, fine chestnut hairs begin to sprout in a line from the matted, slick tangle of her pubic hair.\u0026nbsp; The hairs grew thick and coarse down the middle until the touched her belly button.\u0026nbsp; Light, softer brown hairs, mixed with red, fanned to her sides, smaller and smaller until they vanished from sight.\u0026nbsp; More reddish-brown hairs grew from tuft of fur around her sex and down to surround her small, pink asshole.\u0026nbsp; The skin above the young woman's ass stretch outward as a small bump formed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbigail reached to tuck a non-existent stray piece of hair behind her ear but stopped and, instead, scratched at her ears with her free hand.\u0026nbsp; The skin of her ears thinned slightly as they stretched, almost imperceptibly, rounding at the tip.\u0026nbsp; She made a small motion, rubbing at her left ear with her clenched fist and then dragging it back and down to settle her hair.\u0026nbsp; She repeated the motion, rubbing her ear and then down along her hair.\u0026nbsp; It felt therapeutic and she finally began to calm.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs she relaxed, the young woman scratched behind her shoulder and neck.\u0026nbsp; A thin line of brown hairs lazily sprouted from out of her hairline, tracing down her spine.\u0026nbsp; Slowly the hairs grew, pushing at each other, winding around each other until they reached the small bump at the base of her spine.\u0026nbsp; Those same sparse hairs grew along the back of her shoulders and she scratched at them with a happy sigh.\u0026nbsp; Her fingers bulged as a tiny point pressed through the tips of her fingers.\u0026nbsp; Tiny drops of blood welled beneath each point.\u0026nbsp; Small and still hidden by her fingernails, her new claws nonetheless scratched red lines long her lightly furred shoulders.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe young woman covered herself with her blanket again, ostensibly to hide her embarrassment but, she found herself breathing deeply of her own scent.\u0026nbsp; A tiny line appeared on her top lip, perfectly down the middle.\u0026nbsp; The skin split and immediately healed into two separate pieces until only a close inspection would be able to see the change.\u0026nbsp; Abigail breathed deeply, finding herself suddenly incredibly warm and relaxed and tired.\u0026nbsp; She ground her teeth at an abrupt ache deep along her jaw.\u0026nbsp; Back and forth, teeth grinding and scraping as sleep finally took hold.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn a ripple starting from the base of her neck, Abigail's spine bulged and stretched before settling back into place.\u0026nbsp; The girl's body lengthened and she whined quietly in pain while she slept.\u0026nbsp; Loud sharp squealing pops filled the air as her neck elongated.\u0026nbsp; The young woman coughed and a small speck of blood and spit splattered against her white sheets.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStretching out her longer form with a contented sigh, the young woman passed into dreamless sleep.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}