"Stop, please! Wait!" Tiffany said in a harsh whisper. Her voice carried in the silent woods, nevertheless. She was out of breath and her legs stung from the dozens of scrapes and cuts she had acquired in their sprint from the debauchery. She had managed to pull on a tshirt and underwear before they escaped. Ethan was bare chested but had gotten his shorts back. Neither of them knew what happened to their shoes, and both had bloody feet to show for it. "Where are we going?"
Ethan could barely think. His side ached with a stitch and his body pumped with adrenaline. Despite their escape, his mind still lingered on more carnal ideas. His eyes lingered on the ill fitted t-shirt and underwear that his fellow escapee had chosen. Her plump figure had never been appealing to him before, but now he felt a surge of lust for her. "I don't know, we just have to get back to town," he tried to focus. "We couldn't have been more than a few miles from campus when we crashed. These have to be the woods that jut up against the baseball field. If we just keep going this -"
"Ahhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooooo!" A lone wolf howl echoed in the distance. They could still see the red glow of the newly formed strip club edging through the trees. More howls answered.
"Oh fuck, run!" Ethan put the red light to his back and went full speed into the dark forest.
Tiffany winced in pain as she followed. The howls sounded again, nearer, and she picked up her speed. Ethan was much more athletic and soon she was following the sound of his crashing through the forest rather than the sight of him. "Ethan! Wait!" she yelled. "Please, I can't keep up." He stopped long enough in a clearing for her to almost reach him. A harsh bark came from behind them. He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, but she stumbled and collapsed. "Ow! Fuck, my ankle!" She looked up to see Ethan staring, not at her, but at the edge of the clearing behind her. He mouthed "sorry" and then disappeared into the forest.
The light crunch of leaves under foot made Tiffany tremble in fear. She didn't want to turn around. She tried to pull her ankle up, but even barely moving caused a blast of pain.
"The male kept running," said a harsh voice.
"Should have shoved one of your tits in his mouth," said another. "We'll track him down. Can you hear her singing?"
"Yes, we will deal with this one for her."
One creature bounded past Tiffany in the direction of Ethan. Another stopped long enough to sniff at her crotch before following. "You've made this so unpleasant for yourself," Mimi said, her husky voice echoing through the clearing.
"It doesn't have to be like that," Bree continued. "You were kind to the mistress before. She wishes to be kind to you now."
Tiffany lifted her head from the cold ground. The two harlots were standing in front of her. Their gray coats shimmered in the moonlight. Their two sets of breasts seemed to defy gravity and their tails swished slowly behind them, a strangely perfect complement to their luscious asses. The darker fur around their pussies glistened, and Tiffany could smell the pungent aroma of their arousal. Their forms were muscular and powerful and Tiffany knew escape was far out of the question. "Will I be like you?" she asked.
"We don't know," said one.
"The mistress knows what you will be. She has chosen it specially," said the other.
Tiffany considered her options. She looked around briefly for a sharp stick, but her eyes landed on the clawed hands of the two creatures in front of her. They'll kill me if I try to run. Or force me to change anyway. "Fine. What do I do?"
"This," said one of the creatures as it pulled Tiffany into its chest. The girl latched on to a nipple and felt warm spread through her body as the milk slid into her stomach. Mimi pushed her away immediately.
The pain in Tiffany's body vanished. She looked down at her legs and saw the cuts and scrapes vanishing. The stitch in her lungs evaporated and all the aches in her body were replaced by a warmth. For the first time in a very long time, she felt free. "Hello, Tiffany." She looked around to see who had spoken, but only the two wolves were in the clearing. And they had settled in to fondle one another and watch. "I am in you now," came the melodious voice again. "My crimson joy has spread throughout your being. And you are grateful?"
"Yes!" Tiffany said, truthfully. She ruefully remembered the years of feeling unimportant and overlooked. Now her mind filled with potential and grandeur.
"My pups are wonderful," Mandi's voice continued. "But they aren't perfect for all my plans. I need other followers who can still think for themselves. True converts who will help me spread my joy willingly. Would you want this?"
"How is that different? Aren't they all your followers?"
"Their wills belong to me. I can break them and force them to do as I wish no matter what. I want to provide you liberty from that. To do as you please. I trust you. Do you accept?"
Tiffany saw in her mind an image of what she would become. "Happily!" she said aloud.
Warmth spread to her fingertips and toes. She rose to her feet and noticed that she had grown taller. "Tits first, I think," she announced. Her flabby physique was melting away and the t-shirt she had swiped during her escape began to hang loosely around her midsection. After a moment of admiring her svelte new mid drift, the shirt began to grow taut as her breasts swelled in size. She tried to yank the garment off, but it grew to tight around her and her squished breasts pushed against the fabric, darkening around her leaking nipples. Finally,with a loud rip, her breasts spilled forward. The wolves barked their approval, tweaking their own nipples in response. Tiffany hefted her new breasts with a sultry sigh. Her tangled hair grew long and silky as the rest of her body firmed. Her ass wiggled as it doubled in size, causing the ill-fitted undies to grow even tighter. "Oh, I think it's coming now!" She squealed in excitement. "You girls will like this."
