"No, I love
you
," Olivia said, wrinkling her button nose at her husband. She held her phone directly in her hands. Her legs were crossed and her thick comforter covered her lap. Beneath the blanket she wore only her white panties. She'd stolen her husband's Captain America t-shirt and her nipples pressed against the cotton fabric.
"I should be home in about an hour if everything goes well," her husband told her. His face filled her phone's screen and he scratched at the beard he was starting to grow.
She'd be hounding him to grow one despite how much he liked to be clean shaven. She hummed quietly to herself as her eyes flicked across his jaw, memorizing it.
Imagining something entirely different than what she actually saw.
"Just come back to me," she told him. Her plain gold wedding band clicked against the plastic body of the phone. She fiddled with it briefly, still unused to how it felt on her finger. "I'll keep the bed ready. All curled up waiting for you to return."
Her husband's smile warmed her. He blew her a kiss over the video call and then hung up.
Still humming, Olivia lay her phone on the nightstand. She pulled the blanket back, shivering in the cool evening air. The image of her husband's short beard - brown with flecks of red made her happy.
The young woman walked through their small apartment, stepping on the soft carpeting until she opened the utility closet. She moved clutter around until she found where her husband hid the handheld vacuum. Unhooking it from the charging platform, she turned to walk back to the bedroom.
Once there, she pulled the blanket completely off the bed to leave the bare white sheet beneath. She carefully set the vacuum on the nightstand next to her phone and then sat back on the bed.
She'd stolen her husband's pillow so she could lay back against their padded headboard and she rested her hands on her bare knees and closed her eyes. The ends of her long, blonde hair tickled the bare skin of her neck.
He was in her thoughts. His strong jaw. The short beard. She could remember his clean face and she changed him in her mind. His beard was more than that - it was fur growing on his face.
Olivia whimpered, frowning and biting her lip as her fingers twitched on her knees. She automatically began to stroke herself, her nails lightly clawing the inside of her thighs.
It
was
fur in her mind. He was on his knees in shock, staring up at her as his clean face became overgrown with it.
Another whimper escaped her lips. Her right hand slid up her thigh to touch her pussy. She could feel the arousal growing.
It started with her heartbeat, low and hidden as it matched the rhythm. Her finger caressed her labia, rubbing gently back and forth.
Fangs now, in her mind. His mouth open and his tongue sliding forth as his canines sharpened. His eyes were changing color and the panic was being replaced with lust as his pants bulged.
Olivia's right leg jerked as she pressed hard against the lips between her thighs. She was already wet. And hot. Soaking herself at the thought of her husband changing.
The rhythm was altered now. Pulsing. Spreading. She growled, licking her lips as her left palm pushed against her lower stomach. The pulse filled her, raising every single hair along her body. Undeniably strong. After this point, it would worsen until she orgasmed and her mind would start to slip. To become more bestial until her release.
She bent her legs and pressed them to the side while pulling her panties aside.
With her left hand, she grabbed the edge of her shirt and brought it up to her mouth, biting it to hold it in place. To give her a view of what was happening. But, more than that, to give her something to chew on. Something filled with her husband's scent. The urge to bite and chew increased after this point, she'd found.
Her finger slid between her open pussy lips until they were coated with her juices. She pulled back, pressing against her hooded clit. With a moan, she pushed and rubbed, grinding her teeth against the shirt.
The roots of her teeth ached but she held herself back. She had less than an hour. Still, she could feel her canines grind against the surrounding teeth as they lengthened and she sighed at her lack of control.
The woman's hips jerked when she pushed too hard and she released the shirt with a sudden loud bark that made her blush. Her hips were moving of their own accord, rocking back and forth as she wriggled in bed.
Another whine as the wet shirt slid down her too-sensitive stomach. She rubbed her belly carefully until she found the spots. For some reason, she could never remember where they were until she changed.
She found them, one at a time. The skin was tender with tiny bumps just beneath the surface. Her right hand slipped between her aching, swollen pussy lips as she raised her left hand to her mouth, sucking and licking at her fingers.
With a quiet, rumbling growl, she lowered her left hand, swirling her finger against a reddened spot on her belly. The sensation wasn't entirely pleasurable - not yet - but she loved the strangeness of it. Of her undeveloped teat. Rubbing at it as it formed beneath her skin. Feeling the softness of her belly beginning to grown rough. She leaned her head back with a happy sigh as her finger played with the little nub forming.
"Yes," she whined. Over two years ago, her first change horrified her. With each subsequent change, she'd grown more used to it until she grew to love it. To
need
it. Some days, she found herself distracted, counting the minutes until she could run home for a quick change before her husband was home.
And some days, she locked herself in her work bathroom, rubbing herself in the bathroom stall as she allowed herself a small change.
She could see her husband there before her, kissing the growing teat. Sucking at it as he played with another one. Feeling his own claws digging into her body as his furred face scratched her bare skin.
