"Olivia!" came a whispered shout. "Olivia, you have to see this!"
Olivia sighed, adjusting her glasses before standing from her desk. She stretched, raising to her tip-toes before walking around the small partition of her cuble. Nodding, she smiled at Joseph across the way and then stepped into Sandra's cubicle.
"I have a meeting in a minute," the girl chided her coworker. "What is it?"
"Look, look! It's soooo adorable!" Sandra told her.
A small video played on the monitor. In it, a long plastic sheet was laid out on vibrant grass and a hose sprayed water along its length. Three children cheered from the side as the camera panned to show a Great Dane with its chest lowered to the ground before the plastic. It wiggled its raised butt once, twice and then ran, leaping onto the plastic.
Olivia watched as the dog slid on the plastic until it reached the end and tumbled to its back. The person holding the camera followed it, zooming in on the dog as it rolled and then squirmed happily on its back.
The blonde-haired woman watched, her cheeks growing red as her eyes wandered.
"Isn't that so funny?" Sandra chuckled.
Normally the older woman shared inane videos from the Internet and Olivia indulged her to be polite but, this time, the bespectacled young woman found herself growing warm. She played with the wedding ring on her finger as she watched the dog roll to its stomach.
"Play it again," she said quietly, licking her lips.
She'd denied herself lately, trying to hold it back. To hold herself back. A single thought had been running through her head, keeping her awake at nights and forcing herself to indulge. She'd almost been caught by her husband. So, she held herself back. It was wrong, she'd told herself. Wrong to consider it.
But it'd been too long and the urge was powerful.
"Okay," Sandra said, pulling the progress bar to the beginning.
Olivia focused on the dog. His form. His shape. The smoothness of his short fur. His powerful legs and the tail arched back in excitement. She watched it run and pounce and then leaned closer as it rolled to show its belly.
She could almost feel the fur. The sleek softness of it. The-
She shook herself.
No.
"You're still coming, right?" Joseph called out as he walked past.
"Y- yeah, I'll be there," Olivia said, shaking herself from her daze. She breathed deeply, holding it back. Ignoring the tickling sensation against her back.
She followed behind Joseph, eyes focused inward. Her black slacks, white button-down shirt and light sweater suddenly felt too heavy. Too hot. Too much.
Focus.
Focus.
The itch slowly faded as she opened the conference room door. It was their small conference room with an oblong table and three of her coworkers already sat on one side of the table near the projector's screen. She eyed them, licked her lips and sat on the opposite side near the back.
Her ears tingled and her nipples itched despite pushing away at the change. She'd been so good at ignoring it. Two weeks was a record for her and she'd almost thought she could keep doing it. Almost. Damn Sandra.
Jack, their CFO, stepped into the room. He dimmed the lights until they were nearly off and then sat at the front while adjusting his glasses.
"Everyone here?" Jack asked, glancing around the room. "Great, go ahead of get started, Dee."
Olivia scooted her chair close to the table. She reached up to scratch her ear and then blushed, forcing her hands down to her lap.
She hated what she wanted to do to her husband but the urges were getting too hard to ignore the longer they lived together. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong. But, the thought of him joining her turned her on far beyond what she thought was possible.
What would he be
? She asked herself as Dee began to talk.
A Great Dane like the video? Powerful and sleek? And. And thick? Down there? God. God dammit.
Just from the video and the brief thought of him changing, she could feel her wetness and the scent wafted up to her nose. To a sense of smell that was suddenly stronger than it should be. Flecks of black appeared in her small nose and her teeth began to ache. She was
certain
everyone could smell her.
Maybe. Maybe just a little.
Olivia glanced around the room as she reached for the zipper at the front of her pants. She pulled slowly, lifting it away from her mound. Since she'd begun enjoying her change, she'd let herself grow wild and her pubic hair was thick, spreading over her labia and covering her mound in soft, curly blonde hairs.
She reached into the fly, toying with her hairs. Twisting and pulling and stroking herself carefully. The hairs moved. It was easy to miss but she could feel it - could feel her fur piercing her skin and tangling with her hair. She placed her left arm on the table and stared ahead with a fixed expression.
Focus. Focus. Keep it small. Keep the changes small.
Olivia shivered as tiny hairs grew between her shoulder blades, tickling her. She ignored it, breathing evenly as she pressed her hand forward beneath the band of her panties.
The young woman stroked her labia. In her arousal, they'd begun to swell and she bit into her bottom lip while adjusting her glasses with her left hand. She loved the feel of it beneath her fingers. She was so soft and smooth there, despite the wild hairs. And it felt-
A soft growl sounded at the back of her throat.
Her lips slid against her panties. She separated her fingers, index and pointer to one side, ring and pinky to the other side so she could feel both of them. Until she was unable to help herself and her index finger pressed beneath her swelling lips. They shrunk as they grew, their softness solidifying beneath the blood filling them. The blood and her heat and her change.
Her labia pushed out and she pulled at them, unable to stop herself from shuddering. Her nails - kept short once she started letting her hair grow out - scratched against her soft thighs. Claws now. Almost.
Pulling her hand free, she zipped herself up and tapped the table gently next to Joseph with her left hand. She mouthed "bathroom" and then stood to slink from the room.
Once free, she hurried through the hallway to the private executive bathroom, locking the door behind her. She wasted no time in unbuttoning herself and pulling down her pants. She bit at her shirt to pull it up slightly as she sat back against the handicap railing while facing the mirror.
To watch herself.
Dark blonde hairs lined her lower stomach and her sex was the color of rosewood. As she watched, it darkened further until her blackened swollen lips lay exposed. Clear liquid seeped from her lips.
She loved watching herself because she could imagine both sides. Without a mate, she needed to pretend to be both and she pictured a male behind her, watching her pussy as he entered her. Imagining those strange lips opening around a hard cock.
Olivia whined as she drooled onto the shirt she held between sharpened canines. She raised one leg to rest it on the railing set against the wall to her right.
She wore heels with straps and she curled her toes as the straps pulled tight against her feet. Dark gray skin covered the bottom of her toes and she could see the edge of the emerging padding along the balls of her feet. The young woman anchored herself with her left hand and then released her shirt.
Her tongue was getting too big to contain without drooling everywhere. She let it free, feeling it wet and warm against her chin.
