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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 4

For javifur

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Morning rolled around, and as it did, it was clear that the transformation was slowly spreading further through Amanda’s body. She had more of that soft gray fluff spreading from her chest outwards, moving from the space between her breasts to her belly, and just a little further down. Most of it was no more than body hair, but there were places where it was just a little thicker, a little more fluffy, and that was hard to ignore. As best as Jenn could tell, it was still something that could be hidden beneath her clothes, but that was going to be a bit iffy at best. She’d need some padding, change her usual fashions, and it would start drawing attention.

“You sure you want to go to class today?” Jenn asked at the breakfast table.

“Well, we’re right in the middle of a few projects at the moment. If I skip, people are going to ask questions.”

“I thought you popular girls could skip class more than the rest of us.”

“Heh, I wish. People pay attention to us. They ask questions.”

“Fair point.”

She pushed a couple of sausage patties around her plate. The eggs from yesterday had been nice, but the idea of having that again when they had meat in the dorm was not viable. She had seen the sausage and needed that and only that. If she’d seen bacon, she had the feeling that both would have gone into the pan before she wolfed it down.

She shook her head. The whole thing about being part werewolf now meant that she was gorging whenever she sat down to eat, and she was just a bit worried for her figure with all of that going on. The idea that she’d need to eat this much meat all the time made her just a little concerned for her finances, too. She could afford it so far, but if it kept going like this, she was going to have a serious problem.

[i]I need to figure this out. We need to figure this out.[/i]

And that meant using the papers that she’d found that started the whole thing off. Jenn looked down at the pile of them that she’d assembled before getting breakfast started, running her finger along the box that she’d stuffed them in.

“What are you going to do with those?” Amanda asked.

“I’m thinking I’ll take them down to the RPG club.”

“Down to the nerds?”

“Well, there might be someone that’s studied all these weird languages. You know how they are. Proud of making it ‘real.’”

Amanda nodded, the red-head leaning down and nibbling at her food. She didn’t have the same ‘wolf it down’ mentality just yet, so that was encouraging. She probably was still well in the early days of her transformation, and the fact that she just had some fluffy bits and her body hair was just thickening in the chest and stomach region meant that she had some time before it got out of control and impossible to hide. At least, that was what Jenn was hoping compared to what had happened to her. That had been…difficult, to say the least.

She shook her head. For now, she needed to focus on keeping herself on track. She had gotten way off the beam yesterday, considering that she’d gone to the bathroom to masturbate. That wasn’t something that she could afford to repeat. If she was caught using the school facilities for…that…there was more than suspension in her future.

She finished her sausage and stood up. Amanda cocked her head to the side.

“Something the matter?”

“Just going to, uh…handle myself.”

“Already?”

“Well, I don’t want to do what I did yesterday again.”

“And you think just…”

“Well, unless you want to help.”

“…Tempting. Very tempting.”

And the way that Amanda looked at her, she knew that her girlfriend wasn’t just being nice about it. There was a hunger there, a lust that made her feel good, made her feel like a woman. The smile that followed was all toothy, too, a bit of wolf that she knew that she’d had in her face, too.

Then it faded.

“I shouldn’t.”

“I know,” Jenn said, sighing. “This sucks.”

“A lot.”

“But…yeah. Better not until we know how to keep it from getting worse.”

“I know.”

Both of them were hungry for the other’s touch. After three days of debauchery with one another, going to bed last night without having sex felt so…weird. It felt like they were breaking their streak, like they were losing something.

At the same time, Jenn had brought up how sex had started this whole problem, and the two of them going at it again was like finding out that one of them was immunocompromised and then trying to do the same thing all over again. It wasn’t a good idea, and it wouldn’t be a good idea until they figured out how this had started in the first place. Getting the papers translated was her only real option.

Jenn got up, walking back to her room. She shut the door, pulled off her panties – which had been all she’d been wearing for bottoms – and spread her legs as she sat down.

“Well…let’s get this done…”

#

By the time she’d finished, there hadn’t been much time for getting dressed the way that she normally would. She’d slapped on a skirt to go with her hoodie, kept the hood up, and started her walk to school. Leaving her sandals behind the day before had seemed like a bad idea, but she had to admit, it was kinda nice hoofing it to school without them on. The feeling of the concrete and the streets themselves underfoot was kinda nice.

And she had to admit, the feeling of being a bit dirty like that wasn’t a bad one. It was kinda naughty, and she was starting to get into that feeling.

She arrived at school in a skirt, in her shirt and hoodie, barefoot…and without panties, she realized as the wind stirred up between her legs. She’d been so busy sopping up the wet mess that had happened on the bed that she’d forgotten to get a new pair out, and the old pair had been left behind. She’d need to be double-careful with how she walked today. It was one thing to attract the eye by being barefoot, quite another to do it because her bare ass, or worse, was on display.

First class was much less eventful this time. She was getting more and more used to the smell of people, and that made her life infinitely easier. The smell of bodies and lotions and more weren’t so overpowering, and she didn’t have that hunger for sex in the same way since she’d already taken care of herself. Yeah, there were moments when she felt like she could have a little fun and enjoy herself, but that was tolerable. Just a thought rather than an urge.

She went to the cafeteria, as per usual, and got herself a cheeseburger to go with the usual slice of pizza. Rather than finding a spot on her lonesome, however, she glanced around the room, seeing if there were any tell-tale nerds around.

It didn’t take long to find them. She heard the clatter-clatter of dice in the distance, and when she looked at their table, she saw a trio of individuals gathered around various sheets, wearing cloaks rather than coats, and definitely cosplaying as different people. Two guys, one girl, and the girl looked like she was huddling back a bit from the others.

[i]Perfect.[/i]

Jenn walked over, sitting just a little further back from the group than she needed to, just enough to show that she wasn’t going to invade their space. They looked at her, then looked down, and one of the guys ended up staring at her feet. She blushed for a moment, but as he kept staring, she couldn’t help but wiggle her toes a bit.

He sputtered at that, looking away, and she chuckled. It was…kinda hot, she had to admit, to leave someone else rather huffy like that.

After a few seconds, the girl looked at her. That one looked like a newcomer to college, perhaps just a bit post-graduation. Eighteen, maybe nineteen? She wore the same sort of costume-y stuff as the guys, and she was wrapped up in some kind of green garb, looking like someone that went out in the wilderness pretty often. Probably someone playing up the whole nature-magic thing.

She was cute, too, probably no more than four-foot-ten, and definitely slight and willowy. She didn’t have the curves that some of the big girls had in the college, and she looked more like she was sliding towards androgyny than embracing the feminine side of herself. Long black hair swept down the side of her face, cutting off most of her face from the rest of the world, making her look shy and mysterious at the same time.

Rather hot, yeah. Rather hot indeed, and she wondered if the other girl would be interested in barefooting.

[i]Hey, stop it. You’re not here for that. Besides, you have a girlfriend.[/i]

Right, right. Girlfriend. Needed to remember that.

“Hey,” she muttered.

The three nerds suddenly stopped what they were doing, looking up at her. Actually looking up this time, rather than pretending not to look at her and still sneaking peaks at her. The guy that had blushed when she wiggled her toes intentionally leaned on one hand, almost like he was trying to prevent himself from looking under the table again.

“Yeah? I mean, uh, yeah?” he said, intentionally lowering his voice the second time around.

[i]Oh, they think they need to be manly. Cute.[/i]

Jenn smiled a bit to herself, shaking her head.

“I was wondering. Are any of you, uh, actually knowledgeable about other languages?”

“…What?” the guy asked.

“I can speak a little Spanish,” the other guy said.

The woman said nothing. She just blushed, looking down at her character sheets. That had Jenn’s attention.

“See, I have some old papers here, and I was wondering if one of you might be able to help me with them. They’re kinda fantasy-looking, and…well, I need to know what they say.”

[i]And hope that they don’t turn whoever reads it into someone like me…[/i]

The guys glanced at each other, and she could tell just what they were thinking: could they fake it until she agreed to a date? She shook her head at them, looking at the younger woman, instead.

“You’re very quiet.”

“Mmm.”

“She’s shy,” one of the guys said. “Hasn’t really talked to anyone but us since she got here. Come on, Ryuki. Say something.”

“…Hi,” Ryuki said.

“Hi,” Jenn said back. “Do you know any other languages?”

“…A bit.”

“Do you guys mind if I borrow her for a minute?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“But –”

“Great.”

She stood up, feeling a strange urge to just step on the table and walk over to Ryuki that way, showing off her feet the whole time. She suppressed that, walking like a normal person around the table, carrying her tray and the box of papers as she did. The guys watched her the whole time, and she imagined that the pair of them were going to be fantasizing about something or other for the whole time that they were away.

Well, that wasn’t a problem. If they wanted to think about her, or her feet, or anything, she wasn’t going to stop them. And it was kinda hot to be liked like that.

Pulling Ryuki over to another table, she got comfortable. Ryuki didn’t, shuffling from side to side on the other end of the table. Jenn arched an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“Just…not used to…people…”

“…Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it – well, sorry.”

“It’s…” She rubbed the back of her head, still shuffling. “What was the, um, thing?”

“Oh. This.”

Pushing the box over, she flipped the lid off and let the other woman see the various pages inside. As soon as she made eye contact with the top page, Ryuki’s eyes widened, staring down at the odd lettering that was all but invisible on the page. She pulled the first page out with both care and speed, cushioning it in her hands.

“What…what is this?” she asked. “It’s written in…I haven’t seen anything like this since I was a child,” she whispered.

“It’s something that my grandmother used to own. Can you read it?”

Ryuki nodded.

“Oh thank fuck,” Jenn whispered, sighing in relief. “You have no idea how important that is right now.”

Ryuki nodded again, her eyes flicking across the page. She was so focused now, so different, and it was hard not to look at her in a different way now that they were across from each other rather than at different ends of a table. The green costume that she wore wasn’t entirely conservative, and one could see into her barely-there cleavage, see how flat she was, and yet, at the same time, how exotic she could be.

[i]There wouldn’t be much there if she transformed…[/i]

Jenn groaned, trying to stop thinking like that. She was trying to get someone’s help, not trying to line up a one-night stand.

[i]Besides, you’d need to see her feet to know if she was any good for that.[/i]

She almost fell out of her chair at that unasked-for thought. The very idea that she would be basing her choice to sleep with someone or not on their feet, of all things, was not something that she’d feel outside of werewolf form. Jenn’s cheeks burned at that idea, and she blushed worse when Ryuki looked up and saw her staring.

“Is…is something on my face?” she asked, reaching up to brush her cheeks.

“No, just…just had a really bad thought.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Um…can we do this somewhere else? Somewhere outside?”

“Um…okay…”

They packed up the papers again, on the move shortly after. They were out the door before Jenn thought to look down, and when she did, she got the sight of her life.

Ryuki was barefoot, too.

[i]Oh, god…[/i] She didn’t mean to stare, but no sooner had she noticed that the other woman wasn’t wearing shoes than she was staring down at those soles. Not pale, but rather just tinted slightly off-white, small and smooth. As soon as they started walking down the college footpaths, they started to change color, getting darker and more shaped with the black marks along the heel, stirrup and ball of the foot, but that didn’t matter. They were still lovely, with tiny little toes that begged to be played with and –

[i]Shit, shit, shit…[/i]

Her pussy was getting wetter the more she stared, and she was falling behind. She whipped her head back up, suddenly more interested in the nerd girl than she had meant to be. The idea of pushing her down, of savoring her, of ravishing her slammed through her mind, of being the one in charge for once and –

[i]No![/i]

She pushed the werewolf in the back of her head back down, but it was no longer just trying to keep the wolf out. It was keeping something in a box, and the box was shaking violently as the thing inside tried to get free. This was not what was supposed to happen. This was a translation mission, nothing more.

Jenn gritted her teeth as the werewolf side kept trying to push its way out, giving her mental images of her sitting on the other woman’s back, pushing her padded feet in Ryuki’s face. She got the mental image of those small soles pressing against her chest, toes teasing her nipples. She got the idea of turning those feet furred and padded, making her the first of a new pack, and that…

That hit her. Hard.

Pack. A real pack, something that followed her, something that loved her, something that would share the same interests as her. She wouldn’t be the freak. She wouldn’t be the one that was odd, that was stared at, that was having to fight just to be seen.

She would be the one at the head of it, enjoying everyone else enjoying her, and that was the way that it should be. Pack. Wolves and werewolves needed a pack.

They reached a bench in one of the less-traveled pathways behind one of the bigger buildings, and Ryuki sat down. Jenn did the same, but she sat on the ground, trying not to look at the other woman’s bare feet.

“I, um…why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Jenn asked.

“Um…personal reasons…”

“They’re, um…”

“You’re dirtier…”

“That’s not what I was going to say!”

She blushed, nonetheless, and she looked away. The feeling of the dirt clinging to her soles was a rather…naughty reminder of just what she was doing, of how she was showing off her legs and her feet to the average person. It wasn’t that she had a choice, either.

Well, no, that was a lie. She could have gone to the lost and found and gotten her sandals back. She could have covered her feet, kept them clean, walked around like a normal person, but she just…she liked this more than she should. The wolf refused footwear, and she was starting to see the point. And having them called out for being dirty both embarrassed her and turned her on a little bit.

“I wasn’t going to call them dirty.”

“Then…what were you going to say?” Ryuki asked.

“…”

“W-well?”

“Let’s…let’s just look at the papers?”

That was easy enough to push, and the box was opened again. As Ryuki started poring over the papers, Jenn told herself that she was just keeping a wary eye out, but she kept bringing her head back to those bare feet. They were so soft-looking, despite being bare, and so small compared to her own. They were slightly smaller than they should be even for someone of Ryuki’s height, but that only made them cuter.

[i]What I could do to those…[/i]

She had already felt how good a toe inside of her pussy felt, and she imagined how good it would feel if she could get all of a person’s toes down there. She remembered getting all of Amanda’s toes in, but the ball of her foot had been just a little too big to go further without a lot more stretching. She could probably end up getting ‘footed’ by that smaller foot, though, feel it go nice and deep…

It was so well-groomed, too, the sort of foot that looked like it wouldn’t scratch her. No calluses, no longer nails that would hurt going in. No chemicals on the toe-nails to tint them a different color, either, so there wouldn’t be any discharge later that didn’t feel good.

[i]I could do it…[/i]

She was the bigger, the stronger. She could hunt Ryuki like she was prey. Why was she holding back?

[i]Because I’m not a wolf![/i]

She kept telling herself that, trying to keep that mental image out of her head. The whole temptation was wrong. She had a relationship, and she was going to keep to that relationship come hell or high water. That was how it was going to go.

“This…this is…”

“Hmm?” She blinked, looking up, grateful for the distraction. “What is it? What did you find?”

“This is…this is written like…like a history,” Ryuki said, putting down the first page and pulling out another. “A lineage…ancestors, what they did…and then…then a welcome…”

“What does it say?”

“[i]Let the moon-blood welcome you…let the scents guide you…be welcome…to the pack…[/i]”

“That’s it?”

“That’s the welcome…I’m…I’m still translating, sorry,” Ryuki muttered, pulling a notebook out of her pack. “Sorry. Just…just let me write this down.”

It was so awkward. She kept getting little glances from the other woman, and she was half-sure that they were a little flirty. She wished that she had the courage to take it a bit further, but she knew that it would only go the wrong way. She was barely holding the wolf back as it was, and if the wolf came out, she didn’t know what would happen. More than likely, they’d end up with another werewolf on campus, and she doubted that would go well.

She had to focus. She had to keep things going in a safe direction. Once she had things sorted with Amanda, then she could decide what to do next.

#

A half hour later, the whole thing was translated, and Ryuki gave her the pages from the notebook without a word. Jenn opened her mouth to thank the other woman, but Ryuki just shook her head.

“No…just…no more…”

“No more?”

“It’s…I shouldn’t…”

“What’s the matter?”

“You…you give me…bad thoughts.”

[i]Bad thoughts?[/i]

“And you…you’re showing…”

“What?”

“Your skirt.”

Her – oh, shit. She pulled her legs together, only just realizing that her legs had sprawled enough during the time of translation that she’d started showing off her lack of underwear. Her cheeks burned as she realized, too, just what that must have looked like. An offer? Flirtation? Being a total weirdo slut? It could have been any of those. No wonder she looked so uncomfortable after that; she probably wanted to get the hell out before Jenn started doing anything weirder.

She got out of the way and Ryuki ran off, her stuff clenched to her chest and her head down. She disappeared around the bend shortly after, only a hint of those darkened soles lingering on the ground.

[i]I can’t believe I did that…[/i]

The translation aside, she could have had something of a friend in Ryuki if she’d played her cards right. She might have even gotten something more, if she could trust herself with the way that the werewolf was involved. Yet, here she was, showing off like some fucking slut right there in public, not even daring to cover herself up. She stood up slowly, gathering the papers and the translation together, putting them in the same box and pulling it to her chest.

The rest of the classes for the day still waited ahead, but she didn’t feel like going through that. She felt that it was time to get home and make sure that Amanda was alright when she got back. And besides, she could feel other ‘urges’ starting to rise, and she wanted privacy if they started getting overwhelming.

#

She’d fingered herself to a third orgasm for the day when she heard Amanda come through the front door. She pulled her hands free, getting to her feet and making her way to the bathroom.

“There’s some food left over from earlier in the fridge,” she called down the hall.

“Any meat?” Amanda asked.

“…Is that a need or a want?”

“Mostly, um, a want, but it’s getting…more preferable.”

“There’s some roast beef for sandwiches. Sorry, that’s about it at the moment.”

“That’ll work for me.”

That meant that it was starting to pick up speed. Despite the sympathy welling up in her heart, she had another motivation for asking. One that fed into what she was just doing.

[i]Has anything else changed?[/i] she wondered.

Despite knowing that it was pure selfishness that made her curious, she left the bathroom, still toweling her hands, still just wearing a hoodie and a new pair of panties. She walked into the kitchen, approached Amanda from behind, and saw that her girlfriend had ditched her shoes.

[i]Oh boy…[/i]

As Amanda went on tiptoes to pull something down from the cupboards, she saw a light dusting of, well, dust on the other woman’s feet, seeing the usual stains that ran from heel along the stirrup and up to the ball of the foot. The toes had a light dusting, too, making them noticeably darker than her arch and the tops and sides of the foot. She blushed a bit, feeling her pussy getting wet again at the sight.

She rubbed the back of her head, trying to figure out how to bring that up, but then Amanda turned around and her eyes widened slightly.

The tip of her girlfriend’s nose had gone dark. Not black, not the way that hers had, but it had gotten dark, just enough to look like a bruise or something like that. She stared as Amanda started putting together a sandwich, laying so much roast beef on the bread that she probably wasn’t going to taste anything but the half-raw meat.

Then again, that was probably just what she wanted.

“Amanda?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you, uh, have you looked at your face today?”

“…Not since this morning. Why?”

“You’ve, uh…you’ve got the nose.”

The red-head looked up with a start, then ran down the hall. Jenn gritted her teeth, covering her ears –

“AHHH!”

“Yep, that’s what I expected…”

Dashing down the hall after Amanda, she walked in to find her girlfriend rubbing at her nose, almost looking like she was getting ready to pinch and pull at it in an effort to unclog her pores or something like that. Remembering just how sensitive her nose had gotten during her own transformation, she reached out and grabbed Amanda by the wrists, pulling her hands back down and out of the danger zone.

“Don’t do that. Trust me. Don’t do that.”

“Oh god…oh god…”

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise. It’s going to be okay.”

Promises weren’t meant to be given that easily, but she didn’t want to have her girlfriend completely panicked when they were still sorting things out. They were so close, now, what with the translation and everything, but what if she completely lost control? What if there was nothing in the translation that could actually fix this? What if she was overestimating everything and –

She needed to stop. She really, really needed to stop before she started panicking, too. She slowly let go of Amanda’s wrists, and her girlfriend took a deep breath to calm down.

“Does this mean that I’m going to go over the edge tonight?” Amanda asked. “Like, am I going to wake up like…well, like you were?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that…well, we have a chance now. I got the…I got the papers that did it to me translated, and that – well, I hope that – I think they might make it better for both of us.”

“You have them?”

“Yeah, in my room.”

“…Have you read them?”

“Not yet.”

“Maybe you could start while I eat?” Amanda blushed. “I want to see them, too, but now that I’m not freaking out as much, the hunger’s back, and…and it’s pretty insistent.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course. You get eating, and I’ll start reading.”

They nodded, exchanged a quick kiss, and Amanda went back to the kitchen. Jenn, despite the urgency of the moment, ended up staring after the other woman for a few minutes, staring at her feet, half-sure that she saw the beginning of pads through the dust, but she wasn’t completely sure. It was a fun fantasy, though, and one that made her look forward to the morning when it probably [i]would[/i] happen, despite everything that she had already said.

Amanda was right, though. She needed to get reading the papers rather than fingering herself to different fantasies. She had already gone past the point of being 100% faithful, and she doubted that was going to get better if she started fingering herself again. Thinking of Ryuki was…tempting.

Going back to her bedroom, she unpacked the box and started looking through the notes. They had the ancestry list, alright, and several of the names on the list were familiar. Some were famous, but one actually did ring a bell. It was her grandmother, and her eyes widened as she realized that there was a little bit of werewolf in her blood, apparently.

[i]That must be why the papers were enough to wake it up,[/i] she thought. At least that meant that she hadn’t corrupted Ryuki just by having her read them, or at least, that’s what she was hoping. She didn’t know if there were any ancestor names in this, and she didn’t know if she was right. She hoped she was.

But if her grandmother was a werewolf, she’d never seen that sort of behavior from her. Maybe there was a way to control it, then. Maybe the two of them needed to make a little road-trip to see if there was a way to make it better.

[i]That wouldn’t be hard. If we both call out tomorrow, then we can have a long weekend to go down and see her…[/i]

Not an easy way to get much fun, but hey, they would have a hotel. They could probably get into bed with each other again, once they were sure that everything was under control. And being so far away, they could make sure that they were, well, not at risk of being outed back at home. They could be a couple for a while rather than hiding it from everyone the way that they had to do up here.

And if things continued changing…

She imagined Amanda’s feet with proper pads, and the thought sent shivers right down her spine to her sex. Her panties were getting wet again, and she grimaced.

[i]I’m going to need to buy more of those…[/i]

Shaking her head, she got back to reading. If nothing else, she could find something that would give her context to what was going on, and what she’d need to do to control herself. That, in turn, would allow her to have a better chance of helping Amanda keep control of herself, and if they managed that, then they should be alright.

[i]Then, pack.[/i]

No, no, that’s not what she needed. She shoved the werewolf brain back in the box, and then went back to reading.

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

Summary: Jenn continues to try and solve the situation, and she gets a partial answer…and a whole new temptation.

Tags: F/solo, accidental exposure, mild exhibitionism, foot focus, foot fetish, instincts, urges, barefoot, dirty feet, body hair, fluff, series, werewolf, human, horny, no panties,