48. What Were You Thinking?! Part 2
Saturday Mid-Day
Dana groaned at the strange, but not entirely unpleasurable, sensations she was experiencing. She and Miguel had exchanged looks of disbelief as their lover read out the details of her new trait, but her desire to express her incredulity was overwhelmed by the evidence that it was very real. The first proof had been invisible to anyone else. Dana's core had bloomed with heat and moisture very suddenly, almost as if she were succumbing to her contagious lust again, but with a different kind of urgency. Her own nose detected the scent of her blossoming womanhood, and possibly the bunny girl's nose was sensitive enough to recognize it as well, since she yelped and fled the room with her lover following.
Dana watched with a mix of fascination and horror as the hair on her arms and legs grew thicker and longer. It was as dark as the hair on her head and extremely noticeable. She could also feel hair growing up and out from her bush, a ticklish sensation that almost made her want to laugh if not for the anguish it caused. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and she whined before instinctively or reflexively using it to lick her nose. She tried to stand up at that point, torn between a desire to flee and a desire to hide, but her balance was off and she collapsed to the floor on all fours.
"Are you okay?" asked Cassie and Miguel simultaneously as they both reached out to Dana. Miguel's hand landed on her shoulder, making her aware that her hair, or more accurately her fur, had formed a sort of collar or mane on her shoulders and upper back as it descended from her head. Cassie's hand was stroking her tresses a moment later and she said, "Poor girl!" in a strange tone.
Dana whined as a flurry of sensations fought for her attention. Probably because of Cassie's stroking, the first she truly noticed was her ears lengthening and changing shape, flopping down to hang on either side of her head, somewhat like the lop-eared bunny girl. She then realized that the strange feeling of pressure in her back was the result of her spine lengthening and turning into a tail. She yelped quietly and turned her head to see it waving slightly side-to-side as it grew longer, and by the time it finished growing a stripe of dark gray fur had traveled down the length of her back and to the tip of the appendage, at which point it curled and dipped between her legs.
Dana got her biggest shock when she hung her head in shame and saw that her hands resembled paws more than anything a human might have. They were about the same size but the configuration had changed, making them somewhat broader and thicker, and her nails were dark claws on stubby toes. She whined piteously and scraped at the floor in front of her, horrified. "How can I live like this?!" she wondered despairingly.
Dana shuddered as Miguel made his way behind her, tracing his hand along her body from shoulder to hip and lining himself up between her furry haunches. "I'm sorry,
amante
, but I need you,
pronto
!" he said as he moved her tail away from her sex. She let out a howl of mingled lust and shame as he slid into her wet depths, realizing that some of her changes must have been internal as well when she felt him sheathed entirely inside her, something that hadn't been possible since his own transformation. The sensation was better than she remembered, and each new thrust weakened her desire to escape.
Cassie got up and walked to her room while Miguel fucked Dana doggy-style, and the transformed girl was a little worried at the lusty smirk the redhead gave her before disappearing from view. She concentrated on all the new feelings of her warped form, most of which somehow contributed to her arousal. Her hearing and sense of smell were far more acute, she realized, and she could easily tell the other girls were fucking one another in their bedroom. The furry tail that she had only partial control over was waving gently back and forth as her boyfriend pounded her. Dana closed her eyes to concentrate more on the senses that had been changed, and found she could tell exactly where Cassie was standing when she returned, by the smell of her leaking pussy.
Dana yelped when she felt Cassie's hands on her throat, affixing something to it. She deduced it must have been a collar when the taller girl clipped a leash to it and said, "If you're a good girl, later, we can go for walkies! Would you like that, Dana-doggy?" She experienced a surge of elation and felt her tail wagging furiously as she barked happily. That was followed almost immediately with a tsunami of shame and disgust, making her cringe and pull back against the lead attached to her neck.
"Oh, don't be like that, Puppy!" said Cassie, in a tone one might use for speaking to an actual dog. "Here, let's give you a treat for being such a good girl!" Cassie sat on the floor and scooted forward while using the leash and her other hand to move Dana's head down toward her crevasse. "Put that big, wet, doggy tongue to use, Were-bitch!" she growled, but her smiling expression showed the term was meant affectionately.
Dana whined and licked her chops, fully aware of how much she wanted to obey but wishing the situation was less demeaning. She resisted only a few moments before diving in, and her tail wagged fiercely once again when she heard Cassie moan in approval. "God, she's got me trained already," thought Dana, ruefully.
Dana's whole body wriggled with delight a few minutes later when Miguel erupted inside her. She couldn't tell if his output had been any greater than normal, although his grunting and moaning and other reactions suggested he had found it to be unusually intense, even by their new and higher standards of orgasm since meeting Cassie. Her own climax had not yet been reached, however, and she whined needily into the furry red muff she was servicing.
