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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 2

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“Let’s get naked first,” Jenn whispered, and Amanda did it so fast that she almost didn’t believe that this was happening. It was so dream-like that it felt utterly impossible. Then, that foot was back in her face, and she knew she had to take that next step.

Jenn had never really thought about being interested in feet before, but now that she had a lovely bare sole pointed right at her face, she wondered how she could have missed that for so many years. Amanda had feet there were just a little bit bigger than hers – they were much bigger, normally, due to their height difference, but the transformation had grown hers a bit – and she shivered as she smelled that light scent of coconut and shea butter still. There was nothing to the touch on the flesh, but it was still a lovely scent.

She leaned in a bit closer, pressing her darkened nose to the sole. The flesh gave against the slight pressure she put on it, and she blushed.

“I…I’m just a pervert here, aren’t I?” she asked.

“Well, only if I’m one, too. It’s kinda…hot…”

“What is?”

“Seeing you underfoot.”

“Mmmph….you tease.”

“Yeah.” Amanda curled her toes just as Jenn was starting to pull her head back, trapping her darkened nose between them. “And you love it.”

“Mmmph…”

She breathed in again, almost tasting that little moisturizer when she breathed it into her lungs. It was so much stronger this way, and something went right down her spine and hit her in the crotch, making her hotter, wetter, needier down there.

[i]Mmmph…oh god…[/i]

She had never felt like this before, never felt this needy and horny for another woman, for porn, for anyone. Jenn groaned, lifting her hand to the foot on her face, supporting it by the heel and slowly dragging her head along the bottom.

“You…you really don’t mind…”

“Girl, if I minded, I’d have stopped you already. Go ahead.”

She hoped that she was getting the honest answer there. This was embarrassing enough just thinking of doing it, but unless Amanda really pushed her to stop, she didn’t think that she could. Something else felt like it had just slipped into the driver’s seat, and all she could do was keep going.

She dragged her tongue across the toes, then dragged her face down along the sole, pressing the soft flesh against her face, feeling it denting against her nose, and then against her fingers as she stroked along the side. The soft smell of foot flesh just under the smell of the moisturizer had her mind running wild. She felt like a dog that had spent all day chasing a car and had finally caught it, and just didn’t know what to do with it.

[i]Lick it?[/i]

That was the only answer that she could think of to try. Jenn dragged her tongue along the rougher heel, though it was only slightly rough, compared to some feet that she’d seen at the gym, and she groaned at the taste that followed. Definitely meaty, but very mild, something that was flavored with butter and coconut, a little oil, and just a hint of salt. Nothing bad, and everything good.

Amanda giggled slightly, but it was so distant that she barely noticed. This little obsession was taking over and she didn’t really care. All that mattered was the fun that she could get out of it.

Dragging her tongue all the way to the toes, she flicked it along the digits, cleaning them of the residual bit of lotion before dragging it down along the arch. She felt the flesh stretch just a bit, and then felt it pull loose again as she moved on. Every little lick teased her with the reminder of where she was, what she was doing, everything that she could be reminded of and made to feel embarrassed about.

And she didn’t care.

That was the amazing thing. She didn’t care that she was doing something embarrassing, that she was doing something most women would turn their noses up at. This just felt good, and she could tell that it didn’t bother Amanda. As a matter of fact…

She sniffed the air, and she slowly looked between her friend’s toes. This time, it was Amanda’s turn to blush.

“What?”

“I’m not the only one getting into this.”

“You – well, no point in lying to the dog that can smell your lie, huh?”

“Wolf! I’m a wolf!”

“You’re a were-puppy.”

The toes so close to her nose drummed away, and she blushed at the tease. Still, she pulled her head back, blushing but smiling.

“You like getting your toes licked,” Jenn said.

“…Maybe a little,” Amanda admitted.

“How about…you try mine, now?” she asked, lifting her leg, curling her furred toes, showing off the pad-darkened underside. “I mean…if you want…You don’t have to, but you said…”

[i]They’re big. And hot.[/i]

She remembered the way Amanda had said that, and hoped that she wasn’t misinterpreting now. She would like this to be mutual, would love it if it was, but she knew that it was pretty damn freaky. The whole thing was freaky, let alone the idea of dragging your tongue along some werewolf’s furry foot.

The minute she thought that, she wanted to stop, but Amanda reached up and grabbed her ankle just in time. She held it still, cocked her head to the side, and then looked back at her again.

“Well…it felt pretty good…” She smiled. “Well, here goes nothing…”

The first lick was like electricity running up her leg, the good kind from a massage from a masseuse that knew what the hell they were doing. Jenn gasped, arching her back at the first slow lap along her heel, and it only got better as that dragging tongue made it all the way up her sole, over her arch and up to her toes. She gasped, gripping Amanda’s foot hard, taking care not to scratch it with her claws or anything.

Still, that was a hell of a lot harder than she expected, and when Amanda reached her toes –

“Nnngh…”

“You okay?” Amanda asked, pulling her tongue back.

“Oh god…holy fuck…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…just…just a lot more sensitive than I’m used to…holy crap…”

Her pads were sensitive enough, turning a simple touch down there to something electrifying, but the lick along her toes? The way that she had felt like it had almost been like her clit was getting sucked on? Fuck oral, foot fetish stuff was the way to go if it was going to feel this good all the time.

Panting softly, she pulled her foot back, looking at the shining underside. She could tell that the spit was running down from her toes, and when she fanned them, she could see a single string between the big and second toe. That was going to be a mess, but god, it looked sexy. She could see that her feet were going to look sexier and sexier the shinier that they got, the pads naturally giving her a surface that lent itself to beautiful shimmers.

[i]Oh god, I’m falling in love with my own feet.[/i]

“Jenn?”

“Huh?” She looked up, then watched as that soft, smooth, human sole came down between her legs. The toes tickled along her upper thighs, then moved just a scant inch away from her sex. “O-oh.”

“Yeah. You…you wanna give it a try?” Amanda asked.

“Well…if you do…” she said, lowering her foot a bit closer to the other woman’s sex, feeling the heat coming from it. “Oh, god, you’re wet, too.”

“Not as wet as you, but…yeah.”

“You like it that much?”

“Heh…it’s different. And fun. And it’s with you.”

“With me? Does that matter…”

“Just a bit. Enough.” Amanda smiled. “Now, who’s starting?”

Jenn gulped, then slowly pushed her foot forward. The feeling of warm skin, shaven flesh, and then the soft wetness of another girl’s sex was more than enough to guide her toes along. She took great care as she moved them, not daring to go too fast with the claws on her toes. She felt that slippery slit open for her, and she shivered as she felt the inner walls clamping down on her as soon as she slid her to in. Amanda groaned, huffing softly, her thighs clenching as if she was fighting the urge to close her legs.

“Too much?” Jenn asked.

“Mmm-mm. Just…just something new.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll, uh, I’ll wait until you get yours in.”

“Thanks.”

She nodded, staring down at the way that her big toe had already stretched Amanda just a bit down there. The other woman wasn’t precisely untouched, but it was clear from the tightness around her toe that her roommate hadn’t done a lot with bigger things. She probably had done most of her self-pleasure with her fingers, and probably only one or two at a time. Her toe was slightly larger than two of Amanda’s slender fingers, and that meant that this was probably quite a stretch.

She waited, letting her friend take her time, just marveling that they were doing this. She would occasionally flick her toe, and every time she did, the sudden motion made Amanda jump, jerking slightly.

“Mmmph…”

The other woman would groan, stiffen up a bit, and then slump down just slightly, always pushing herself, huffing and groaning as she did. She tried to hold still, but it was difficult to wait when she was so curious how this would feel.

Eventually, Amanda managed to get herself under control, and slowly extended her leg. Her toes were pointed, her nails just slightly shined from the licking earlier. Jenn waited with as much patience as she could summon, slowly spreading her legs, showing off her own wet, slippery sex.

“Eager, huh?”

“Just…just a bit,” she admitted.

“Well…let’s see if you like it as much as I do…”

The idea of being penetrated by a toe rather than a finger or toy was something so different that she didn’t even know how to process it. She closed her eyes, waiting as she forced herself to breathe slowly, evenly. That toe pressed against her upper thigh, then across her crotch, and then ran over her clit before –

“Ah…”

It was not a sudden pain, or sudden pleasure, but rather a simple little bliss that came as it slid inside. Just perfectly fitting, too, with a second one sliding in beside it. Not because she was a slut, just…from practice of taking more than two fingers. She shivered, her toes curling –

“Ah!”

“Mmmph!”

Her toes curled, which hit the special spot for Amanda, and Amanda’s did the same, hitting hers. They pushed each other even further by pure accident, the pair of them shivering, clutching at the bedsheets.

“Okay, okay, that’s going to take some working out,” Amanda said, holding up her hand to slow things down a little bit. “Just…how do we do this without driving each other crazy?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a…a foot thing before today. I didn’t think it was going to feel this good.”

“Yeah, well, me neither, but here we are.”

Jenn groaned, trying not to think about the fact that she had a few toes inside of her, and that if things went the way that she imagined they would, she might have quite a bit more. She could already see how this could get rather extreme, and the idea of going that far was more appealing than it should have been. If she didn’t get some control of herself, and fast, she didn’t know where this was going to end, but it was probably going to stop only after they both took it further than they should.

As she calmed down, no longer spasming down there, she gently lifted Amanda’s other foot and rested it on her chest. She did the same with her free foot, putting the heel between the other woman’s breasts so that they were both looking down at each other’s foot. Amanda arched an eyebrow.

“What’s this for?”

“I thought, maybe, it might work better if we had something to focus on.”

“Huh. Smart.”

“So…gently…lick and then thrust? Work on a rhythm and get faster?” Jenn suggested.

“Sounds good to me.”

They nodded to each other, and they both turned their heads to the foot in each other’s face.

Amanda’s sole was still nice and soft-looking, the sort that looked like it was made to gently rub and press down on other people. She blushed as she imagined what it would feel like to be under this more often, to feel it grinding on her chest, or rubbing along her breasts. She imagined, for a split second, how Amanda would look with pads down there.

[i]Don’t take that too far,[/i] she thought, slowly pulling the other woman’s toes in her mouth. [i]You’re already transformed, and we don’t know how long it’ll take you to change back. What if you don’t?[/i]

She didn’t want to think about that, but it was enough to keep her from thinking of Amanda wolfed-out, too. She bobbed her head slowly, gradually sucking on the other woman’s toes, tasting her and smelling her all at once. Pushing her leg forward, she started to gently toe-fuck her roommate, feeling the soft spasms before –

“Mmmph…mmph…mmm…”

Before the little shocks of pleasure started to spread through her, too, hitting her from head to toe as she was filled and emptied, filled and emptied, over and over again. The soft thrusts, the gentle leaking down there, the way that her body spasmed from crotch to the top of her neck and down again were constant reminders of pleasure. She could feel that gentle tongue working along her toes, into the gaps between them, feeling the soft tugging on her fur and the gentle working of her pads.

[i]Fuck…oh, fuck…[/i]

She had to remind herself not to curl her toes too hard, knowing that the claws could cause problems, but god, she wanted to. It felt good, so good, and she shivered as it got stronger and stronger, hitting her harder and harder.

[i]More…[/i]

She pulled Amanda’s foot against her lips, bobbing her head along the toes, and she rested the heel against one of her breasts. The slightly rougher flesh at the heel ground against her nipple, sending little shocks of pleasure through her.

It wasn’t a one-sided pleasure, either. She could feel the wetness around her toe, and she knew that her roommate was as into this as she was. They were dragging each other down the road towards orgasm, and they both knew that this was going to be a hell of a ride.

“Mmmph…”

“Ah…”

“Nnngh…”

They moaned together as they toe-fucked each other, as they licked and sucked at each other’s toes, as they licked along the soft, smooth, sensitive soles. They both were red-faced, neither of them knowing what they were doing. It was pure experimentation. They just kept going, unable to stop.

Lick, suck, nuzzle, sniff. Particularly sniffing for Jenn, feeling the way that she was getting higher and higher on her own pleasure, sniffing at a foot that was slowly becoming more like a foot rather than a coconut and butter mix. She gritted her teeth with a low growl, feeling a third, then fourth toe sliding into her. She was a waterfall down there, wet as could be, taking that easily, while Amanda –

“Mmmph…ah…ah…ah…”

Amanda pulled her mouth off of Jenn’s toes as the werewolf girl moaned, shivering and panting. She chuckled.

“Getting close?”

“Mmmph…mmm-hmmm…”

“Then go on…Let it all…out!”

And just like that, Amanda pushed harder. Not painfully hard, but enough to grind the fifth toe in. She felt the bulge of the ball of her foot pressing against her pussy, almost like the knot of a toy or the bottom of a butt plug, and she howled as she came right then and there. She squirted, too, blasting her juices up and along the other woman’s leg, one splash actually hitting her across the chest and face.

The gasping faded quickly, though, and she panted hard as she flopped back on the bed. The foot slipped free, and she stared up at the ceiling. She could hardly believe that she’d cum like that, her body still spasming slightly from the sheer pleasure of what she’d just gone through. She could hardly move, her eyes staring straight up, her body shaking from head to toe as little rolling mini-gasms continued to rock her from head to toe.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

“Wow…”

“S-sorry. Didn’t mean…to make…a mess.”

“Well. You can clean my toes later…and…”

Amanda leaned forward, sliding into Jenn’s view again. She was smiling.

“You could help me get the rest of the way there.”

“You…you sure?”

“It’s good manners to help your partner cum, right?”

“Right.”

“So, I didn’t finish…and I could use some help.”

“…Sit on me.”

“You got it.”

#

The rest of their time that evening and that night was put to having fun with each other, and when it came to having fun, they had a [i]lot[/i] of fun. They went from having their feet licked to face-sitting, followed by a 69, followed by a bit of toy use. They eventually wandered back to their feet again, almost like they were both cursed with a fascination for them, and they both agreed that was some of the best stuff.

They went to different rooms to sleep, both of them wanting time to think about what had happened. For Jenn, it had been an amazing experience, but she didn’t know what was going to happen in the morning. She honestly wasn’t sure how she was going to move forward with the twin problems of a werewolf transformation and the fact that she had just…

Well, there was no getting around it. She had just fucked her roommate, and they had both loved it. Why? Who knew, but they had, and that was as much as she was probably getting out of that.

She leaned back against her pillow, expecting to take all night to fall asleep, but she dropped within minutes, and stayed out of it until her phone woke her up in the morning. Jenn reached for the phone, saw the fur on her hand, and sighed.

[i]It didn’t go away…[/i]

Not that she had entirely expected it to, but she had hoped. It seemed like that hope was in vain. She sighed, reaching out the rest of the way and turning off her alarm, rolling in place to stare up at the ceiling.

[i]I’m going to have to call out. Nobody’s going to miss these ears…[/i]

Or the tail. Or the other little things that had come in during the night and the pleasure that she’d shared with Amanda. She was a freak, a barefoot freak, a were-pup that needed someone to keep an eye on them. She just…

She didn’t know what she hoped for, in all honesty. She just wanted something to get better, for something to go right, and she didn’t know how to make that happen.

Jenn stayed in that funk for most of the morning, and only stopped when someone knocked on her door. She pulled her blankets up and over her head, then mumbled for whoever it was to come in.

It was Amanda, of course. She could smell it as soon as the other woman stepped through the door.

“Called out of class yet?” her roommate asked.

“…No.”

“You should.”

“What if they can tell something’s happened on the phone?”

“Then it’ll make the excuse better than saying ‘Hey, I caught a cold.’ Besides, if you don’t call, someone’s going to come looking, eventually.”

Amanda was right, really. She sighed, slowly extending one hand past the edge of the blanket and pulling her phone under it with her. However, she didn’t get the chance to call before Amanda pulled the blanket down, looking her in the face.

“Hey.”

“What?” Jenn asked.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“How do you know?”

“Because whether you stay like this or turn back, you’re cute as hell. And I’m going to be here for you.”

“…Why?”

“Dunno. Just feels like the right thing to do. And I’ve always wanted a cute little fuzzy girl like you with me.”

“…And the foot stuff?”

“Oh, hell yeah. Didn’t know I liked that, but now that I know how much fun it can be? We’re doing that again. Tonight.”

Jenn smiled in spite of herself, sharing a kiss with Amanda before the other woman darted off. She was probably headed off to class, now, and that meant that she was going to be alone for a little while. Looking down at her phone, she sighed and dialed up the first of her professors. If she was going to do this, she might as well get them all done as fast as possible. She tapped the screen, then pulled her phone to her ears.

“Professor? This is Jenn. I’m going to have to be out for a couple of days…”

#

By the time that all of her professors were informed that she’d be taking a short leave of absence, it was just before noon. There was nothing left that she had to do, and there was nothing that needed her to take care of. She could have stayed in bed all day, and she was very tempted to do just that.

That was why she ended up getting out of bed. She recognized the symptoms of a minor depression, and she knew for a fact that if she let herself get dominated by them, she was going to end up a bedridden slug, and that was not something that she needed. Once the changes were gone, she’d need to get back to work, pushing herself just as hard as she used to, and that meant being ready for it, not being saddled with the beginnings of depression.

She spent the day cleaning the house and seeing what she could do with the fur on her feet and elsewhere. The cleaning was easy; the whole place just needed a vacuuming, and considering there was nobody else around, that was easy to do without exposing herself. Hell, it was rather nice for her to walk around half-dressed – clothes felt weird – and barefoot, and the vibrations of the vacuum through the floor were actually rather pleasant.

Shaving, on the other hand, was a good bit harder. There was no way that she was going to get anything to come off with a close razor, not without giving the areas a massive trim first, so she put in an order for a same-day delivery of an electric razor. It appeared at her doorstep around three, and she had it charged by three-thirty.

Unfortunately, it was a bust. The minute that she dragged it through the fur along the top of her foot, it started growing back. She had no more than twenty seconds of cleared skin before the whole thing was as fuzzy and fluffy as it had been mere seconds before. She glared at her foot, narrowing her eyes at the darkened toes and everything else, then sighed under her breath.

The same thing happened everywhere else. Pits, crotch, everywhere. There’d be a few seconds of cleared skin, only for her fur to come rushing in like something out of a TV show. No matter what she tried, no matter how long she kept the electric razor running, it just kept coming back. Trimming function, low-level clearing, full hair-pulling pain: none of it worked, leaving her with the slight fear that she’d end up being fluffy for life.

Yet, at the same time, it didn’t bother her quite so much as everything else that was gradually popping up was doing. The longer that she was alone, the more that she noticed them. The little smells in the air, the fast-moving fast-food cars that were going by the building, the little smells of other dogs, and more awake little instincts that she hadn’t known she had. To run, to chase, to hunt, to push away. This place was her territory, after all, and having someone else around made her feel off, ill at ease.

At the same time, she knew that they were all instincts that were coming from the transformation, and it was only that realization that kept her from doing some really stupid things. The urge to jump out the window and chase off the little yappy dog that had slipped a neighbor’s leash, or the option of leaving out the backdoor to track down that barbecue smell, or a hundred other little stupid ideas were constantly pushing at the back of her mind, and she had to fight off each and every one of them.

By the time that Amanda got back towards the end of the afternoon, Jenn was biting her pillow with teeth sharp enough to shred the end of it. The other woman looked at her, an eyebrow raised.

“You okay?”

“Mm-mmm,” she muttered with a shake of her head.

“What’s the matter?”

“Hungry. Angry. Horny.”

The last one had been a nice distraction for a while, something to keep her from paying that much attention to the world outside, but good [i]fuck[/i] it was getting out of hand. She was dripping like some bitch in heat, and she wondered more than once whether this was going to be a regular thing. There was something kinda kinky about it, but at the same time, she did [i]not[/i] need the issues that came with being this wound up.

Amanda nodded. She looked down the hall, then looked back at her.

“Steak good for tonight?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Alright. Let’s get some meat in your stomach, then we can work on the other issues, okay? That way you can think a little clearer.”

“Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

She nodded after Amanda, lowering her head back into the pillow and growling into it in pure frustration. This was not, not, [i]not[/i] how she wanted her life to go.

#

Dinner and the fun just after helped clear her mind, at least a little bit. Jenn flopped back against the bed after they were both done, rubbing her face clean and feeling Amanda doing the same from where she laid between her thighs. She pulled her legs back, looking at her feet and fluffy toes.

“This just…it feels weird,” she muttered.

“Well, at least we have a day off tomorrow,” Amanda said, sliding up the bed and joining her. “And it’s not weird enough to turn you off to it, is it?”

“Heh, no.”

“Then it’s not that weird.”

“Says the human girlfriend to the werewolf.” She blushed. “You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?”

“Not as long as you don’t mind being the were-pup.”

“Mmmph.”

She snuggled in with her girlfriend, her cheeks burning ever so slightly as she realized just how close they’d gotten, and just how fast, for that matter. It was so strange to have someone that was on her side, particularly someone that was so popular at the college, and someone that most of the guys were probably drooling over non-stop. The fact that they had worked out due to some weird curse was…well, it felt a little story-book, but as long as it was working out for her, she wasn’t going to question it.

As she rolled onto her back again, she shifted her position. She could feel the smooth, soft skin of Amanda’s legs against her soles, and she blushed a bit at how even that was a little exciting. The sheer sensitivity of her padded feet was still getting to her, still surprising her, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

For that matter, she still didn’t know how to handle the transformation in general. Was this something that would last forever? Was this something that would eventually fade? Would it come back again if it did? By moonlight? She looked out the window, staring at the passing moon. Not even full, but she was still a werewolf.

She sighed, only for Amanda to lean over and kiss her cheek.

“Hey. It’s going to be okay.”

“You keep saying that. How do you know?”

“Because you’re you, I’m me, and we’re together.”

“…That’s a good answer.”

She leaned back into Amanda’s embrace, but her mind was still going a mile a minute. The change had come from reading those papers earlier, those old writings in the attic. Did that mean that they had a cure, too? Maybe they should take a look at them tomorrow? Or would that just spread the curse, make it worse?

Jenn didn’t know what the problem was, or what had caused this whole issue, and the lack of information was making it all the more difficult for her to be able to move forward with the whole thing. She sighed, closing her eyes.

“Going to sleep?” Amanda asked.

“Yeah…stay with me?”

“If you want.”

“I want.”

“Then I will.”

Gentle arms and a bare leg wrapped around her, pulling her close. They were both naked, but her fur had kept her warm, while Amanda felt a bit chilled. She pushed herself a bit closer to her roommate, and they were soon both warm and toasty. She closed her eyes, letting her own exhaustion carry her off to a distant sleep.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Jenn and Amanda have a fair bit of fun with each other, experimenting and finding out how much they enjoy this new fetish. The next day, Jenn finds out the difficulty of being a werewolf, and tries to handle the difficult new situation of having so many new instincts to manage.

Tags: F/F, human, werewolf, lesbian, foot fetish, foot licking, padded feet, embarrassed, orgasm, cum, squirting, experimenting, series, foot in pussy, toe fucking, teasing,