The bus rattled as it slammed into a pothole. Alice gripped her purse tightly and then pulled it harder against her belly.
Her new bracelet rubbed against her wrist. The thin metal pulled at the tiny blonde hairs that rose around it on her otherwise hairless arm. There were sharp little pains as the hairs lengthened slightly and twisted around the bracelet. Her skin dimpled outward until she rubbed her arm forward.
She'd found the bracelet in a dusty old antique store and thought it was cute. The owner had no idea where it came from but that wasn't unusual in her line of work. So many customers came in to sell off old jewelry and other items over the years. It was impossible to keep track.
Phases of the moon were etched into the silver band and the full moon seemed darker than the rest of the carvings as it rested on her wrist.
Despite the cold emanating from the window beside her, she felt overheated. The girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat while fanning the cream colored cardigan she wore over her blue top. She shivered, and not from the cold, as the motion pulled her shirt against her warm body.
Hours ago, she'd woken up with the blankets kicked to the floor. Twisting and groaning in her sleep, nails dragging against her body until her pajama top was pulled up over her bare breasts and her bottoms were twisted around her thighs. She'd wondered if she was sick as her muscles and joints ached and she felt feverish. For a moment she'd considered calling off work but a restless energy rose within her as she woke fully and she rolled out of bed. She'd stared at the snow falling outside, opened her windows and leaned her head out with her eyes closed. Her hands gripped the windowsill as she pulled her upper body out into the snow, gasping and grinding her teeth as the tiny snowflakes swirled around her. They melted upon contact with her skin. Withdrawing back into her apartment, she'd decide on a skirt and thin top but found even that uncomfortable in her overheated state. Still, she'd grabbed a cardigan on the way out, out of habit.
The bus hissed from compressed air and she wrinkled her nose against the cloying scent of diesel and thousands of passengers that used the bus previously. Alice gagged for a moment and then growled quietly with the back of her hand against her lip.
A thread of a smell wafted over to her. The growl turned into a quiet groan and she rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she lifted her delicate chin to inhale. Her thick blonde hair brushed against her left shoulder when she tilted her head. Closing her eyes to focus, her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.
Beneath the rounded tip of her nose, a single gray line appeared like a crack of lightning that slowly branched out. Her tongue lashed out, wider than before and the tip narrowly missed brushing her nose. A single bead of sweat formed above her breasts before soaking into her shirt.
Her eyes opened. Pale sunlight reflected off of faded gray eyes that were sprinkled with honey.
It was
him
, she realized. A man sitting in an aisle seat on the other side of the bus, two rows ahead. He smelled like- like-
A rumbling groan escaped her lips as she thrust her chest out. Her hand reached down to her thigh and she clamped tight before pressing her pointer finger against the outside of her labia.
Cum
. He'd masturbated recently. Not sex. She couldn't smell pussy on him. No. Just his cum. Alice's tongue rested against her bottom lip and she leaned forward. Another gray crack appeared in her nose as she breathed in deeply. Her thighs pressed together and she rubbed herself while staring at his side profile. At his short, well groomed beard and curly black hair. Her hips flexed back as a second finger joined the first and her thighs opened.
Her jaw ached, dull thudding pain that she ignored as she filled her head with the smell of the man.
Blonde hairs emerged from the thin strip of pubic hair just above her clit. They pierced her panties as they grew forth and she rubbed her palm against them with a happy growl, scratching her growing fur as she toyed with her clit. The fur fanned out slowly in fits and starts until they reached her hips.
She could feel her heartbeat in her engorged clit and the tip of her finger touched a wetness that surprised her. The girl shivered once more as her clothes dragged against her sensitive skin and her finger pressed into her swollen pussy through her skirt and panties.
Alice bowed her head with a gasp that brought her back to reality. She leaned forward until her forehead touched the heavy plastic handle on the seat in front of her. Her heart raced as her tongue, long and wide, dangled from her open mouth.
What the hell?
she thought to herself.
What the hell am I doing?
She looked down to see a thin, wet strip on the front of her gray pleated skirt. She groaned and swallowed as her thighs pressed together. While she'd writhed in her seat, she'd pulled her panties tight and they'd slipped between her lips. She could feel her throbbing labia against her inner thighs. Sharp little hairs dragged against her soft skin and her knuckles whitened as she gripped her seat. The girl's lips trembled. Her shortened canines grew painfully slow until they lay far beyond the teeth surrounding them.
Her breath was hot in her mouth and she felt flushed. Sweat beaded on her chest once more before her shirt absorbed it again. She pulled at her cardigan, twisting her arms until she slipped free.
Long blonde fur stood out on her nape, hidden beneath her thick hair. They punched through her skin as they continued to spread down her spine and she pushed against her seat to rub her back against the rough fabric cover. More fur sprouted from the edges of her rounded ears.
Alice's hand slipped down to her thigh. She caressed herself as her fingers drifted higher. Tiny black points slid free beneath her nails and her hand trembled as muscles formed to anchor her forming claws. They pierced her skirt to the skin beneath and she moaned, throwing her head back.
Light golden hairs stood out on the front of her neck. The tips of her ears, visible now with her head back, began to gather to a sharp point. Leathery skin lining the bottom of her palm dragged against her skirt as she pawed at her mound, luxuriating in the feel of her sparse fur scratching along her lower belly. Finally, she leaned forward, panting as the bus hissed to a stop.
Her own scent made her feel dizzy. Her body felt as if it were on fire. Every brush of her shirt, every accidental touch of her hand, every torturous scratch of the ends of her hair against her back set her on edge. A line of drool formed at the edge of her mouth until her long tongue lapped it up. Her head buzzed. She shifted again in her seat and loose bones crackled in her hips.
Have to- have to get out,
she told herself, suddenly overwhelmed by all of it. By the rising sounds of people and traffic clamoring for her attention, by the chemical scents of machines, by the chaotic mixture of odors of people.
By her heat.
She stumbled up, barely remembering to grab her purse as she left her sweater behind. Her fingernails flaked away as she pulled the purse tight and stumbled down the aisle, stopping briefly next to the man she'd spied earlier. His smell was far stronger now and she rubbed her nose. The gray was darkened to black as the cracks worsened, fracturing into a pebble-like texture. She growled and her eyes watered as a burning filled her nasal cavities.
She forced herself onward, claws clinking against the metal railing at the front of the bus. The swollen padding along her palm barely felt the chill of the rail as she stepped down.
The girl's toes were bunched, the tips of her toenails digging into her open-toe sandals. The flesh bulged around muscle growing within and her heel slid backwards a fraction of an inch. She stepped into busy foot traffic on the sidewalk, bumping into a random woman and then a large, overweight man before she could lean against the concrete wall of a nearby building.
Snow whirled around her but nearly invisible steam billowed away from her body.
The tips of her ears parted her hair and she snarled as a man began to approach her, concern in his eyes.
Hanging her head, she plodded on, rising to the balls of her feet and then down to her arch and heel. Sounds and smells screamed at her and she shook her head to ward them away.
Her clothes irritated her body. Fur was spreading down her spine and to the side of her body. Each step made a bone grind painfully in her lower back until a loud crack forced her to stumble and lean against the wall of a department store.
She felt something pull at her ass and back as skin bulged outward from the tip of her new tail.
The girl's oversaturated panties pulled even tighter against her body as muscle and fat formed. The edge slid against her labia and then between her lips. Clear liquid leaked from her pussy, sliding down until a blonde hair pushed through the skin of her inner thigh to tangle with her cum.
Her claws screeched against the thick glass of the wide door in front of her as she forced herself to move. The strap at the front of her shoes dug into her feet. She pushed the door and her biceps bulged. The heavy glass flung open, clanging as the metal edge lining the bottom slammed against the doorstop bolted into the floor.
Alice stepped in and clawed at the bracelet on her wrist. She rubbed her arm and her padding dragged against the hairs now covering her entire bare arm.
"-help you?" a disembodied voice asked. Female. Drenched in perfume.
Shaking her head, she stepped around the woman. Her ears flicked as they slid through her hair. They grew thick as they elongated and light gray fur coated the inside. Her hairless tail brushed the back of her skirt as she stepped through racks of clothing. Women browsed around her but entire families chattered and laughed as they took the escalator to the floor above her.
The strap holding her right foot in place snapped and she stepped out of it on the balls of her feet. The skin along her forefoot was irritated and red and swollen. Her nails caught against the thin carpet as she wandered, searching for the changing room. Searching for a way to isolate herself from her overwhelmed senses. The other strap broke and she continued on barefoot.
Despite the distance, the man's scent followed her. She should've fucked him. She growled while grabbing at her side, tearing strips from her shirt to expose red marks from her sharp new claws as well as pink skin and wisps of blonde fur.
Should've- should've straddled his lap,
she thought, lips trembling to show sharp fangs as she licked the forming drool. The tip of her nose was black now and streaks began to form along the bridge while tiny blonde hairs emerged around them.
Forced my pussy down over his cock, licking his neck and biting his ear as I pushed my ass down.
