# Filth Ch. 01 [Story / Rat]

Author: Lycandope
Tags: Corruption, F, Masturbation, NSFW, Rat woman, Transformation, Were-rat, Wererat, changes, fur, tf

A deeply religious young woman fights against the sinfully dirty thoughts plaguing her. Chapter 1 of 2.

Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate's faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores.&nbsp; She could hear muted conversations around her from the girls in her suite.&nbsp; She was still getting used to them but, so far, they all seemed like nice girls.&nbsp; Shifting to her side, the young woman watched the other side of the room to make sure Sally, her roommate, was actually asleep.&nbsp; The other figure was blurry but unmoving.

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With a deep blush, Abigail reached her right hand down to lightly touch the soft hairs above her sex.&nbsp; She turned on her side, facing the wall and just slowly stroked the tangle of chestnut hairs over and over.&nbsp; She could feel her shame burning to the tips of her ears.&nbsp; She almost took her hand away as an echo of her mother's voice filled her ears.

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_Your virginity is sacred, Abigail Young,_ her mother always told her.&nbsp; _It belongs to your future husband.&nbsp; When you're married, you belong to him and no other.&nbsp; You give yourself to him body and soul and you please him as his wife.&nbsp; Sexual congress is between a man and his wife and anything else is filthy.&nbsp; You're not a dirty girl, Abigail.&nbsp; You're my sweet girl.&nbsp; God is always watching and you wouldn't want to offend Him, would you, Abi?&nbsp;_

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The young woman bit her lip to fight the urge to touch herself.&nbsp; Her whole body was sensitive and she knew the blood was coming.&nbsp; It was her one shame and her punishment for impure thoughts.&nbsp; Every month, she could feel the urge to touch herself.&nbsp; Every month her nerves would light up, begging to be touched.&nbsp; She fought it every time until the blood came to wash away her sin.&nbsp; Her breasts ached, taunting her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp;

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It only made the urge to touch herself worse.

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She could feel her heartbeat between her legs.&nbsp; Playing with her soft downy hair distracted her. Abigail could swear she felt heat radiating from further below.&nbsp; She moved and gasped quietly as her swollen sex pressed between her thighs.&nbsp; Quickly, she opened her legs and took her hand away.&nbsp;_I am a good girl,_ she told herself.&nbsp; _I'm not dirty like these other girls, giving away their precious virginity to every man that looks their way.&nbsp; I will save myself for my husband._

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Clasping her hands against her cheek, she began to pray.&nbsp; As she spoke the words and slowed her breathing, she found herself purposefully smelling the heady scent of her own sex.&nbsp; She hugged herself and continued her prayer until she drifted off to sleep.

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"All right," Abigail's chemistry professor, Ms. Lopez, said.&nbsp; "You have your groups and the next thirty minutes to get to know each other.&nbsp; If there are any questions, come see me up front."

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Abigail made her way to a table in the corner.&nbsp; Two men and one other woman joined her as she sat, dropping her heavy backpack to the ground.

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"Hey," the first man said with a smile.&nbsp; "I'm Jason.&nbsp; Pre-med.&nbsp; So far.&nbsp; I think."

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"Aaron," the second man told everyone.&nbsp; "Criminal justice and I'm pretty sure about it.&nbsp; My whole family are cops.&nbsp; Or military."

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"And I'm Stacy!" The last member said.&nbsp; "I'm not sure yet but I'll get it figured out.&nbsp; Maybe veterinary science.&nbsp; I kind of love animals so I'm leaning that way."

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"I'm Abigail," she told them.&nbsp; "I am going into veterinary.&nbsp; My parents own a farm so I'm going to help out when I graduate."

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"Oh hey, that's awesome!" Stacy told her.&nbsp; "I think I've seen you in a couple of my other classes, right?"

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"Yes," Abigail replied.&nbsp; "And Jason, too."&nbsp; She blushed as she realized what she'd admitted; that she'd noticed the other student before.&nbsp; The young woman fumbled with her glasses as an excuse to look away from everyone.&nbsp; She couldn't help it - the young man was incredibly handsome and, so far as she'd seen, a really pleasant person.

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"Oh, hey," Jason said.&nbsp; "I thought I'd recognized you.&nbsp; Dr. Schuler's class, right?"

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"Yes," Abigail nearly whispered.

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"Well, if you need a study partner for his class, I was thinking of getting a group together.&nbsp; Some of my old high school friends are in the same class and they're actually good people."

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"God," Aaron said.&nbsp; "I haven't run into anyone from my old school.&nbsp; It's all good though.&nbsp; They were a bunch of shitheads"

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Thirty minutes passed quickly as Abigail listened to her classmates talk back and forth.&nbsp; She found herself watching Jason from the corner of her eyes.&nbsp; He was extremely affable but didn't dominate the conversation and, instead, encouraged everyone to talk about their passions.&nbsp; Her heart raced listening to him.&nbsp; Every time she shifted on her seat, her rough homespun sweater scratched along her simple bra.&nbsp; Even through the padding, she could feel the brush of it against her nipples.&nbsp; A sharp ache flared deep within her with each movement.&nbsp; She pressed her thighs together on reflex but then opened her legs again as the pressure made it worse.&nbsp; Her sweater slid against her side and she shivered and it's caress.

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_God,_ she prayed.&nbsp; _Please let this temptation pass quickly.&nbsp; I am your servant as always and ever will be but..._&nbsp; She let the thought drift away unfinished.&nbsp; It was no use praying to Him to end a trial.&nbsp; Her faith was strong and it was upon her shoulders to bear the burden.

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Everyone separated as class ended.&nbsp; Abigail watched Jason leave, her eyes involuntarily tracking to his jeans, admiring the way he walked.&nbsp; Her breath felt tight in her chest.&nbsp; Her last class wasn't for another hour so the young woman made her way to her dorm.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A few couples sat on the grass, surrounded by orange and yellow Fall leaves.&nbsp; Abigail blushed at one woman with her head resting in her boyfriend's lap.&nbsp; He was stroking the other woman's hair and smiling happily at her.&nbsp; It was too easy to imagine Jason doing the same to her.

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Abigail dropped her backpack in her room.&nbsp; The suite was quiet, the other seven girls at class or somewhere else.&nbsp; She made her way to one of the two shared bathrooms and sat to relieve herself, shivering at the cold toilet seat.&nbsp; Finishing, she stood briefly to clean herself off.&nbsp; Her pubic hair was curled but, below, she could see her sex.&nbsp; Her small pink lips were nearly exposed and more red than they should be.&nbsp; She carefully swiped to clean herself and nearly moaned at the brief touch.&nbsp;

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She stayed there, half-crouched, mesmerized by her swollen sex.&nbsp; She'd only looked at herself a few times in her life and only once before her blood came in.&nbsp; Only the once before when she'd found herself blushing at the lightest touch.&nbsp; She'd watched a mare be mounted and couldn't help but notice the way the animal's sex looked.&nbsp; Bulging.&nbsp; Swollen.&nbsp;

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Just like she was swollen.

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With a slow, hesitant finger, she touched her thick, glistening outer lips.&nbsp; Her hand drew away, quick as a viper at the warm, pleasurable response.&nbsp; She felt so **_empty_**.&nbsp; She wasn't completely shielded from real life.&nbsp; Living on a farm and working with animals, she was very aware of how a male took a female.&nbsp; She wondered, again, whether a man's penis looked like one of the animal's penises.&nbsp; Like the horse?&nbsp; Smaller, of course.&nbsp; It'd have to be.&nbsp; She tried to laugh at the thought of Jason with a horse's thick, blunt penis but, instead found herself flushing in sudden heat.

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Her lips glistened, nearly pulsing in time to her racing heart.&nbsp; She reached to pull her panties up and then stopped.&nbsp; Abigail touched herself.&nbsp; Her finger lightly pressed against the bottom of her sex, she slid it upwards towards her mound.&nbsp; The feeling was alien.&nbsp; And incredible.&nbsp; Every inch... every millimeter of her sex felt like it was a live wire.&nbsp; And the heat of it!&nbsp; Blushing, mentally cursing herself, she quickly pulled up her panties and jeans, almost forgetting to flush in her embarrassment.

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_You dirty.... you dirty... whore,_ she scolded as she rushed out of the bathroom to clean her hands.&nbsp; It was her mother's words again.&nbsp; Over and over she washed until her skin was reddened from the hot water and scrubbing.&nbsp; _Not just touching yourself but in the bathroom of all places!&nbsp; You filthy, dirty...!&nbsp;_ Abigail calmed herself, breathing deeply to settle her nerves.

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The last class passed in a blur.&nbsp; Abigail barely listened to the teacher drone on about math and, instead, she spent the entire class in prayer.&nbsp; She said the rosary in her mind, using the spirals of her notebook in place of the beads.&nbsp; When she finished, she begun again until students stood up around her.&nbsp; She woke from her trance with a start and collected her things.

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_It will pass,_ she told herself.&nbsp; _In a day or two, the blood will come and it will pass.&nbsp; Mother was right.&nbsp; Taking classes with other students would be a temptation but I must be strong.&nbsp; For God and for my future husband.&nbsp;_ She'd been homeschooled by her family since she was a little girl.&nbsp; Years and years of curriculum laced with religious teachings.&nbsp; Church three times a week and the other nights spent praying with her family at home.&nbsp; Sunday school and dinners with their pastor.&nbsp; She would not be undone by her own base urges.

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"Abigail!" a voice cried out.&nbsp; "Hey, Abi!"&nbsp; The young woman stopped to look around.&nbsp; Her heart sank as Jason caught up to her.&nbsp; "Hey, glad I caught you!&nbsp; Listen, we're having a little get-together tomorrow night.&nbsp; My best friend rents a house off campus and some of us are getting together to kind of kick of our first year.&nbsp; It'd be great if you were there."

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"Oh," Abigail said, her eyes on the ground.&nbsp; She pressed her glasses further up her nose and then gripped her tight ponytail.&nbsp; "I... I don't think I can go, Jason.&nbsp; That's... that's not my kind of thing."

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"Aww," Jason frowned.&nbsp; "I understand.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; My friend and his girlfriend don't drink.&nbsp; Just going to be a chill party, you know?&nbsp; Some freshman getting to know each other?&nbsp; Look, if you change your mind it's right over by the engineering building.&nbsp; Corner of 7th and Common.&nbsp; Big house, can't miss it."

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"Okay," Abigail said.&nbsp; "I really don't think I'll be there but I appreciate the offer."

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"No problem!"&nbsp; The young man grinned, small crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes.&nbsp; Abigail blushed and adjusted her glasses again.&nbsp; "I'll catch you tomorrow in classes!"

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Abigail stared at the ground until her face cooled.&nbsp; As isolated as she'd been growing up, she'd been around other men.&nbsp; She'd even found some attractive in an abstract kind of way.&nbsp; Knowing they were handsome or attractive but not feeling attracted to them.&nbsp; The rush of emotions for Jason was unfair.

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Hiking her heavy backpack up, the young woman trudged through falling leaves on the way back to her room.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She raised her face to the wind and it cooled her; both her thoughts and her blood.&nbsp; She smiled with self-assurance, knowing she'd make it through the the next few days just fine.&nbsp; God was on her side.

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The bathroom lights reflected Abigail's face clearly.&nbsp; She laid her hairbrush, full of her reddish-brown hair, down on the counter and then arrayed her loose hair behind herself.&nbsp; Her face was clear and suntanned.&nbsp; Many years spent outside working on the farm had blessed her with darker skin and a spray of freckles.&nbsp; She was dressed in her pajamas - an old birthday gift from 3 years ago.&nbsp; The clothes still fit her petite frame.&nbsp; Despite her modest size, it was buttoned all the way to the top.

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Opening her mouth wide, she examined her teeth.&nbsp; Although old fashioned, her parents had no problems splurging at the dentist and her teeth were nearly perfect.&nbsp; Glancing at the little clock on the counter, she grabbed a toothbrush to quickly finish her routine.&nbsp; Each girl had a certain time for the bathroom to make sure they gave each other space.

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Teeth brushed, showered and clean and feeling sleepy, Abigail made her way to her bed.&nbsp; Her roommate, Sandy, grunted in bed as she passed.&nbsp; 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. &nbsp;

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Abigail shivered in the cold open air.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She shuffled quickly to her bed on slippered feet and then slid under the covers of her thick quilt - a gift from her grandmother.&nbsp; Sighing happily, Abigail pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes.&nbsp; _Heaven,_she told herself. _Pure heaven.&nbsp;_

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She prayed in bed.&nbsp; Her last routine before falling asleep.&nbsp; The effect was nearly magical.&nbsp; Rarely was it that she wasn't asleep five minutes after the last word.&nbsp; Except, this time, mid-prayer, Abigail's mind flashed back to earlier in the day when she was saying the rosary.&nbsp; Immediately, and despite her efforts against it, she thought of why she'd had to say the rosary.&nbsp; Images of herself in the bathroom.&nbsp; Thoughts of what she'd looked like.&nbsp; Of what she'd been thinking of.

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Her body began to awaken.&nbsp; She shifted uncomfortable and the cotton of her sleeping clothes slid along her smooth stomach and sides.&nbsp; It was torturous.&nbsp; She could feel her nipples hardening in response and, worse, her sex began to ache.&nbsp; She turned to her side but nearly cursed out loud as her top slid against her small, hard nipples.&nbsp; The young woman felt it deep inside as a burning, electric sharp ache.&nbsp;

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_It's all his fault,_she thought.&nbsp; _Jason.&nbsp; He's just... just so..._&nbsp; His face filled her vision.&nbsp; The little lines at the corner of his eyes and the scruff of his trimmed beard.&nbsp; She heard his voice, deep and confident echoing through her head.&nbsp; Watching him walk.&nbsp; His pants had fit him **_quite_** well.&nbsp;

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Her hand reached down, sliding against the bare skin of her stomach, tangling into the sparse curls of her hair.&nbsp; Abigail's face burned.&nbsp; It was worse than it had ever been.&nbsp; The urge.&nbsp; She couldn't stop thinking of Jason.&nbsp; Her hips made small motions, back and forth against the bed as she pictured the young man.&nbsp; The look of him.&nbsp; **_Would_** it be like a horse?&nbsp; She had vague memories of seeing her brothers and father naked when she was very, very young but couldn't remember anything distinctly.&nbsp; Nudity was not allowed around other people in their house.&nbsp; Would it have spots?&nbsp; Does it just hang there like-

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Abigail froze.&nbsp; Her fingertip, nail trimmed low, brushed against her clit.&nbsp; Her heart pounded in her chest and throat and she burned to her ear tips.&nbsp; She could feel a sort of wetness.&nbsp; She could feel the heat radiating from her sex.&nbsp; She could feel...&nbsp; _Maybe,_ she told herself, licking her lips.&nbsp; _Maybe it will go away if I touch myself a little.&nbsp; Maybe I just..._

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Slowly, carefully, her finger slid against the hood covering her clit.&nbsp; Abigail breathed out hoarsely, breath shuddering from the tension.&nbsp; Further her finger went and it separated her wet lips.&nbsp; The young woman hunched tightly against herself.&nbsp; Her temples were pounding.&nbsp; Her whole body was a bundle of wires.&nbsp; The ocean roared in her ears.&nbsp; She reached further and then jumped as she felt her ass.&nbsp;&nbsp; Quickly, she crooked her finger and brought it up again until the tip touched her hood.&nbsp;

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She pictured him again.&nbsp; Jason.&nbsp; His smile.&nbsp; His strong arms and legs.&nbsp; Her finger reached down again and she opened to it.&nbsp; His pants.&nbsp; Tight.&nbsp; Holding... holding **_that_**.&nbsp; Abigail gasped quietly, head back as her fingertip dipped inside of her sex.&nbsp; It was so warm.&nbsp; And so slick.&nbsp; From her need.&nbsp; Her hips began to work back and forth again.&nbsp; Slow, tiny movements.&nbsp;

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Jason, in her mind, held her close.&nbsp; It was after their wedding day, of course.&nbsp; At night.&nbsp; He was so handsome in his tuxedo and she was beautiful in her pure white dress.&nbsp; They were laughing, drunk on their excitement.&nbsp; He was leading her to their bed at a fancy, rich hotel.&nbsp; In Paris.&nbsp; No, Rome.&nbsp; He undressed before her.&nbsp; Slowly.&nbsp; His chest was hairy, as a man's chest should be.&nbsp; She blushed (in her thoughts) as he began unbuttoning his pants.

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Abigail's hand went unconsciously to her left breasts, the heel pressing against it to work out the ache.&nbsp; Her finger slowly explored in her tight, wet sex.&nbsp; Her hips worked back and forth.&nbsp; Back and forth.&nbsp; Small dark brown hairs sprouted from her fat, wet lips, surrounding her sex before disappearing into the tangle of her pubic hair.&nbsp;

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Back in her mind, Jason's pants slid to the floor and she looked down.&nbsp; His penis hung like a horse's.&nbsp; Round, thick and flat at the tip.&nbsp; It was all she could think of at the moment.&nbsp; Better than making something else up and it being ridiculous.&nbsp; It grew as she watched and her finger began to work fast.&nbsp; Jason was undoing her dress, somehow while she was still on her back.

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She lay naked before him.&nbsp; She hid her small breasts in embarrassment but he gently took her arms away.

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Abigail grunted as her finger moved, rubbing her clit through the hood of skin.&nbsp; She licked her lips again and whispered Jason's name.&nbsp; A few long, stray brown hairs grew from her areola.&nbsp; Lines of sweat broke out along her stomach, rolling to her right side.

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In her mind, the young man's penis lay against her belly.&nbsp; He was looking down at her.&nbsp; Smiling at her.&nbsp; Her husband.&nbsp; His penis was warm and heavy on her.&nbsp; She wanted to touch it.&nbsp; She wanted to see if it was as smooth and soft and silky as it looked.&nbsp; He moved, though, and it brushed her sex just as her finger was doing now.

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In her bed, her other hand slid against her nipple and she almost cried out.&nbsp; Her hips worked faster as she rubbed herself.&nbsp; But, in her mind, she hid her face as Jason's penis pressed against her sex.&nbsp; He was so gentle with her and, as her entered her, he told her he loved her.&nbsp;

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Pressure built deep inside the young woman.&nbsp; She grunted again and then gasped, finger inside while her palm rubbed against the little hidden clit.&nbsp; Harder and faster and she still felt so empty. Jason was inside of her.&nbsp; Holding her tight.&nbsp; Kissing her gently.&nbsp; He-

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Abigail cried out sharply, her legs jerking.&nbsp; She pressed her thighs together as a warm spray of liquid coated them.&nbsp; A thick, rich smell filled the air and she could feel her own juices completely coating her hand.&nbsp; Her heart hammered beneath her reddened chest. She jerked again, involuntarily as a smaller orgasm coursed through her.&nbsp; Tears leaked behind tightly closed eyelids.&nbsp; Tears of joy and of shame.&nbsp; It had just felt so **_good_**.&nbsp; And, yet, her she lay in her own filth.

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For 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.&nbsp; And she'd probably wake her roommate.&nbsp; She would know exactly what she'd done.&nbsp; She would just have to sleep in it.&nbsp; If anything, it was a good punishment.&nbsp; Not only had she touched herself when she shouldn't have but she'd apparently peed herself as well.&nbsp; She hid herself under her blankets but then immediately came out again.&nbsp; Her scent was strong and made her start to ache a little more again.

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Slowly, above her wet pajama bottoms, fine chestnut hairs begin to sprout in a line from the matted, slick tangle of her pubic hair.&nbsp; The hairs grew thick and coarse down the middle until the touched her belly button.&nbsp; Light, softer brown hairs, mixed with red, fanned to her sides, smaller and smaller until they vanished from sight.&nbsp; More reddish-brown hairs grew from tuft of fur around her sex and down to surround her small, pink asshole.&nbsp; The skin above the young woman's ass stretch outward as a small bump formed.

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Abigail 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.&nbsp; The skin of her ears thinned slightly as they stretched, almost imperceptibly, rounding at the tip.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She repeated the motion, rubbing her ear and then down along her hair.&nbsp; It felt therapeutic and she finally began to calm.&nbsp;

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As she relaxed, the young woman scratched behind her shoulder and neck.&nbsp; A thin line of brown hairs lazily sprouted from out of her hairline, tracing down her spine.&nbsp; Slowly the hairs grew, pushing at each other, winding around each other until they reached the small bump at the base of her spine.&nbsp; Those same sparse hairs grew along the back of her shoulders and she scratched at them with a happy sigh.&nbsp; Her fingers bulged as a tiny point pressed through the tips of her fingers.&nbsp; Tiny drops of blood welled beneath each point.&nbsp; Small and still hidden by her fingernails, her new claws nonetheless scratched red lines long her lightly furred shoulders.

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The young woman covered herself with her blanket again, ostensibly to hide her embarrassment but, she found herself breathing deeply of her own scent.&nbsp; A tiny line appeared on her top lip, perfectly down the middle.&nbsp; The skin split and immediately healed into two separate pieces until only a close inspection would be able to see the change.&nbsp; Abigail breathed deeply, finding herself suddenly incredibly warm and relaxed and tired.&nbsp; She ground her teeth at an abrupt ache deep along her jaw.&nbsp; Back and forth, teeth grinding and scraping as sleep finally took hold.

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In a ripple starting from the base of her neck, Abigail's spine bulged and stretched before settling back into place.&nbsp; The girl's body lengthened and she whined quietly in pain while she slept.&nbsp; Loud sharp squealing pops filled the air as her neck elongated.&nbsp; The young woman coughed and a small speck of blood and spit splattered against her white sheets.

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Stretching out her longer form with a contented sigh, the young woman passed into dreamless sleep.

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