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Viktoria's Secret #9
🕑 Added 2021-12-19 14:52:06 +0000 UTCWoman: Erieye Stock
Dog: Maky-Orel
Viktoria once again looked at the calendar. One more month had passed and another bout of her monthly curse was soon to take place. It had been a good month, up to now anyway. Work had gone well. Despite her monthly absence, she'd kept up so well that she'd been promoted and now had a small team of designers under her. More importantly, she'd become interested in a cute man from another department who, it seemed, was interested in her, too.
One thing had led to another and an office romance had begun (despite all the naysayers who cautioned against it. She and Tim were in love (so it seemed). They'd shared dates and outings on the weekends and enjoyed each other's company immensely.
Before the change started, Viktoria had made all the usual preparations: water in the tub, food near the tub and more in the kitchen, etc. She had become, if not used to it, at least able to handle it. So she turned off her cellphone after texting a quick "Luv You" to Tim and settled in to wait.
She didn't have to wait long this time as reddish fur began to cover everything but her face. The first change, this time was her ears which became long and floppy. "A dog," thought Viktoria disgustedly. "Some kind of dog." Well, at least she wouldn't be stuck in the tub for three days like when she became a mermaid.
She half expected the usual centaur form. Dog body and herself from the waist up. This time, though, the change was more drastic. As the fur grew longer and denser, her legs began to change shape. Slowly they shortened and widened. Her feet elongated and her toes became a dog's paws. Over the space of half an hour, she ended up completely canine from the waist down. It made walking difficult as her hip no longer would support her upright and she ended up walking on all fours: her hands as forelegs and her new dog body in the rear.
When she developed a dog's tail and nothing changed for half an hour, she felt she'd gotten off lightly. Then the change started to spread from her waist forward. She developed a series of dog teats along her belly and her own breasts began to shrink until they, too, were teats. As the change reached her shoulders they twist so she could no longer reach to the side. Then the change spread down her arms, slowly converting them from arms and hands into a dog's forelegs. This stopped, as she dejectedly expected, when her hands became paws. Meanwhile the change spread up her belly and neck until she was little more than a woman's face on a dog's body.
"Woof! woof!" she stated with sarcasm.
Around 2AM, with no further change apparent, Viktoria curled (her tail over her nose) on her bed and fell asleep. She slept soundly, with strange dreams of running in the field, chasing game and mating with various male dogs with human faces.
She awoke to a strange sound. Her unnaturally sharp hearing now picked up footsteps coming toward her apartment door. At the same time, she caught a faint scent she was familiar with. Tim! What was he doing here at this time of the day. When he stopped outside the apartment door, she heard a faint sound that could only be the sound of a keycard in the door lock. When it clicked, it dawned on Viktoria that she'd arranged for him to get a pass card on evening. She'd forgotten all about her monthly problem in the euphoria of the moment. Now she regretted it. What would he say when he discovered her?
There was really no place to hide. Clothes closets, under the bed, any of the standard places would be the first place he'd look when he came in if she wasn't in bed "sick". Worse, he might assume she was really sick and do something totally insane like call 911. She could just imagine what the paramedics would say when they saw her in this state!
"Hey, sweetie," he called as he opened the door.
"I'm really not well," Viktoria replied. "I don't want to see anyone right now."
"Now don't be that way. If you are sick, you need someone to care for you."
His voice was becoming louder as he walked down the hall to her bedroom.
"I really don't mind looking after you, you ..." he paused as he opened the door and caught sight of her on the bed. "Vicky ... is that ..."
"It's me, Tim. It's my monthly curse. Thanks to a witch in an boyfriend's family."
"I mean ..." his voice trailed off as he slowly approached her.
"For the next couple of days, I'm stuck in this form. Then I get to be normal the rest of the month"
"But how? I mean it's not ..."
"Possible," she finished up for him, smiling sadly. "All too possible. Every month a new form for three days when I'm fertile. Damn them all."
"But you ..." he stuttered.
He approached tentatively extending a hand towards her. If he held it for her to sniff, she just might bite him, she decided. As his hand touched the fur on her back and brushed backward, she realized she liked it and snuggled into his hand. He continued to absent-mindedly pet her back and neck while he tried to think of something, anything, to say. It took several long minutes before Viktoria, a wide grin on her face, rolled over for him to pet her tummy.
"I have two sides, you know," she stated quietly.
He continued to stare and pet, not knowing quite what to do or say. Finally, just as Viktoria's eyes began to close from the enjoyment of the caresses, he whispered "I won't tell anyone."
"Of course you won't," she replied languorously. "Who would believe you anyway?"
