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Self Inserted (With "Caption"!)
🕑 Added 2023-07-22 15:47:50 +0000 UTCAn absolutely wonderful patron gifted me with a illustration (from the unbelievably talented Noegenhed (https://twitter.com/noegenhed)) of me in a femme werewolf form. This was before I was convinced to get my own reference sheet but definitely helped in the decision making. The form here is different than what I went with but, ugh, I love this one, too. Slender and sexy and curious and inquisitive and just beautiful. It also formed the template/basis for the form I decided to go with. I wrote a story (written before the ref sheet was started) to go with it and I hope y'all enjoy it!
My keyboard sits in front of me with my fingers on the home row keys. I stare at the blank document while my right index finger lifts to lightly tap, without pressing, the "J" key.
The words aren't quite coming to me. It's almost always the introduction that stalls. Like a key needed for a lock, if the initial details don't work perfectly, the rest of the story doesn't follow or flow.
It's made worse when it isn't a story for a werewolf, weredog, or cow lady. I have to research all other creatures and bounce back and forth between documents to make sure they have the proper number of teats and that I'm getting the right mixture of animalistic behaviors. Feathers? Scales? Woof. So much more difficult.
So, I sit, feeling my guilt increasing from the lack of content production. I mentally try out different introductions while "tasting" how they would work with the vague outline I have in my head and none of them seem to fit quite right.
And I sit. And sit. Tapping tapping tapping the "J" key.
I sigh, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.
"Gaaaaaah," I groan while leaning back and raising my hands to the ceiling. My joints pop and I sigh before sitting back once more.
There's a trick I do sometimes when it's like this, even though it adds its own little bit of extra fun stress. Namely because I'm delaying yet another story.
Ignoring gender change scenarios, werewolves are my first love with weredogs close behind - the submissive werewolf, basically. Writing those stories is like talking to an old friend; you just ease into the conversation as if you never left. I know them intimately, from the inside out - my own fetish and the monsters I love the most.
I'll retreat to them sometimes to kick-start my writing if I feel like I've stalled. If I've stalled on a werewolf story, I'll retreat further to a simple, pure smut thing that has barely any excuse for a plot.
Pure werewolf smut. I smile.
And growl.
And reach out for the keyboard with my left hand to find the home row key while scratching my stomach with my right hand. And then up to my chest, nibbling at the back of my lip as I scratch. A moan escapes my lips and they part in a soft 'o' shape.
Beneath my t-shirt, chest hairs flake away and I writhe slightly when I brush my tiny pink nipple. It hardens quickly at my touch and is strangely sensitive. My tongue rubs back and forth against the roof of my mouth by reflex before sliding out, touching my teeth and then further to tease the front of my lips.
There's a ... warmth that rears its head within me and my cock stirs against my hairy thigh until it's uncomfortably hard. Those same hairs pull free at the mere light touch of my dick. And still the warmth spreads. In its wake, my nerves become needy little mouths and goosebumps rise over my body, causing me to shiver. I growl again, a purely animal sound that shouldn't come from a human.
More hairs fall away as I scratch my chest and stomach. More and more until the skin is smooth.
The growing arousal serves to drive me forward... artistically. My horny, smutty muse. I squeeze my cock and pump it briefly before returning to my keyboard.
Something simple, I think. A female werewolf. Written in first person from her perspective because that's the fastest way for me to write them out. Makes it more personal.
I lick my lips and smile, suddenly eager to create the fantasy. With another growl, I adjust myself in my task chair to find a position that will lessen the ache forming low in my back. My suddenly loose tailbone shifts slightly deep within my hips as it's swaddled by new muscles.
It's not just that, however. Something's growing inside of me and I raise an eyebrow as my fingers slow on the keyboard. I reach down and groan before clenching my teeth. My fingers press against my stomach. I hiss and then growl with my lips trembling.
A cramp seizes my gut, shockingly painful. A second. A third. I'm breathing through the pain with wide eyes while sweat forms on my body.
My womb is forming. The cramps fade but an uncomfortable pinching sensation takes their place as my uterus blossoms deep within my guts. Flesh separates from the side for the fallopian tubes as they spread out and curve, waiting for my ovaries.
Just as I'm wondering if I should take something or go to urgent care, the pain stops. Even better, I start to feel good. Really good. Serotonin and dopamine begin to flow in small amounts and I blink and smile, suddenly on cloud nine. My fingers find the keyboard once more and the words flow.
It's an old, favorite scenario. A man sitting down at a bus stop, late at night with the full moon overhead. The hapless victim.
Handsome, of course. Ruggedly. I can picture him clearly and red touches my cheeks. Taking my hands away from the keyboard, I rub at my own face and my 5 o'clock shadow vanishes like I'm scratching the latex on a lottery ticket. My hands travel, rubbing at the shifting bones that are subtly altering my face until the hidden femininity begins to show and then grow more pronounced.
My plain lips swell, curving outward and I moan when I touch them with my fingertips, shocked at the sensitivity I feel. But, then again, my whole body is warm and ready to go and I wonder if I should masturbate before I get back to writing. My cock is rock hard against me. I growl and then moan as I stroke it slowly through my shorts.
He's there in my mind, the handsome stranger waiting at the bus stop. Slick-backed black hair with little dimples and dark eyes. In comfortable, casual clothes and just relaxing while taking in the night air. A mischievous glint in his eye and an easy smile.
I grip myself and tug slowly while my testicles shrink and my scrotum deflates. A sharp moan is pulled from my chest when one and then the other testicle are sucked in, traveling and changing to become my ovaries. It's such a strange sensation - as if someone were lightly clawing the inside of my body. I growl afterwards. My ears twitch in response. Just slightly.
When I slide my shorts and underwear down, leg hairs come free. I continue pushing at them - down down down to let them slip past my bare feet.
A lustful look fills my beautiful face with my full lips out in a near-pout while I look down at my cock.
But, it's the stranger's cock in my mind and, as I stroke myself, I see clear pre-cum well from the tip before spilling forth. I bring a finger to it, sliding over it, smearing it until I've cleaned it up.
The smell is pungent. My senses are becoming stronger and it fills my head with a powerful scent that leaves me drooling and growling. Without hesitation, I bring it up to my mouth to suck on it and clean it off. And then I thrust my finger deeper while moaning and slipping my tongue over it while stroking myself with my other hand. It's a very well practiced rhythm.
My nipples push against my t-shirt, becoming visible as they widen, skin twisting and pushing out, thick and full while my areola bubbles up around them, puffy and soft.
The orgasm shocks me with its suddenness, but I have time to cup the head of my cock with my hand as I cum. And cum. And cum. More and more of the creamy white liquid gushing forth as my body empties itself.
My growl is feral and sharp with my teeth grinding together.
I want it.
My tongue lashes against my lips as small mounds become defined against my t-shirt, the delicate swells of my new breasts.
It's not an entirely pleasant scent. There's a hint of a chemical smell, but it's minimal and the rest of it is rich and the cum is warm on my hand and the wolf wants it. There's so much that it begins to trail down my wrist and arm so I raise my hand and lap at it with a long moan, running my tongue up my arm until I'm cleaning my palm over and over and over with wide, feral eyes. Once more, I shove my fingers into my mouth. Now my teeth are biting against them as I suck and lick and clean.
Despite already cumming, I want more. My cock isn't quite as hard but the urge to orgasm is still there. And stronger now. Much stronger.
I whine like a dog as I reach down with one hand to stroke myself again.
Why am I growing smaller? Another whine and I frown.
I need it. I need it so bad. I need the release that's growing within like a storm - a buildup of pressure that threatens to overwhelm me. I'm almost flaccid now despite grunting and growling and pumping myself painfully hard.
"Oh- oh fuck!" I yell out, snatching my hand away.
The head of my cock is raw. Well, it feels like it's raw. Way too sensitive.
"What the-"
And then I see it. My nipples. As big as the first joint of my pinky finger.
"No. No way. No fucking way," I gasp as I pull at my shirt - and moan when the fabric drags over the erect, tender bumps. "No fucking way!"
I almost rip my shirt off. Now I notice my arms are more slender and almost hairless - but I feel the tightening of coiled muscles beneath the skin. I wonder, briefly, if it's because my body is shrinking as it becomes more feminine but still keeping the same proportional level of muscle mass.
My small breasts jiggle slightly when I toss my shirt. I squeal and that's embarrassing, but it feels natural. My voice is a bit different. Higher. I run, naked, towards the bathroom.
My sister stares back at me. Well, not quite. I can spy some of my own features here and there, hidden away. However, it's distinctly a feminine form. And the features are beautiful. Hot little tears form at the corners of my eyes. I laugh and now my voice is higher. And my tits jiggle more. My hair is still short but it somehow fits my changed face - sexy little short curls.
When an invisible hammer hits my body, I expect pain but feel nothing. All I can do is describe it like that - a hammer. Pressure. I can see myself shrinking. The wall and everything around me creates a reference point that shows the inches vanishing from my height.
Something tickles my chest, causing me to look down. My breasts are moving. The sensation of skin sliding against skin makes me moan like a horny, needy slut. I watch as the nipples shift while raising my hands to caress myself. Fuuuuuck it feels so good. Playing with other boobs is completely different than touching your own.
Weirdly, though, my nipples aren't pink any more - they're pure black. That's- that's kinda strange. I didn't even notice it happening.
But, then I moan. I barely catch myself on the edge of the sink. When I look up, I'm shocked at exactly how fucking aroused I look. It's made worse when I watch my breasts sway in front of me. Their weight pulls against me, shifting as they move. No doubt it'd be a pain in the ass if I dealt with them all the time. However, it's all new to me and I'm super charged for sex right now.
There's a feedback loop here. I'm horny - warm and on edge with even the air conditioning making me squirm when I feel its icy touch. That arousal is making me look like -
A bitch in heat, a voice whispers and I moan while my knees wobble.
That look riles me up and it feeds back into me. I stand back and lean against the wall to stare at myself before raising my hands to fondle my own tits once more.
Holy shit, they're soft. So fucking soft. Before I investigate more, I dance around the bathroom while wiping the hairs from my body, over and over again, growling and snarling until the loose hairs are gone.
I'm panting, tongue out and it makes me laugh at the silliness of it all. Pretending to be a dog. Or a wolf like in my stories.
"Oh!" I gasp when prickling ghostly fingers claw at my lower belly. My cock is small and twitching. The skin of the shaft is pulling tight while flowing down to the base to create a wrinkled hood as my dick shrinks further and further. The skin grows smooth and lightens to pink.
"Nnnngh-" I groan, wincing as something cracks in my hips.
I claw at the wall behind me when bones reshape and then, panting once more with my tongue almost touching my chin and drool at the corner of my mouth, I watch as my hips widen. Stretch marks appear and then heal to leave flawless, smooth skin behind. Over and over while heat pours through me. I can't tell if its because of the reshaping bones or because I'm so fucking horny, but I whine because of it. High pitched. Just like a dog. My ears twitch and wiggle, but I'm staring down as bones lift to create a pronounced mound. Soft brown hairs pierce the skin there, growing out into a thick, feathered pattern that spreads towards my newly wide, curving hips.
"Fuck!" I yelp when I feel something touch my ass.
When I turn, I see it - my muscular cheeks are softening. I moan and bite my lip as I watch them swell and grow, um, plump. It's impossible to resist touching them and I press my face against the wall with a loud moan as I squeeze and pull my ass cheeks apart.
God. My whole body is just aching to be touched and fucked and-
Fucked? I blink long lashes and then drop to my knees. My ass quakes and my tits jiggle until I lean forward, staring at the floor in shock.
I'm being stretched out. From within. My exhaled breath is shaky as I lean back onto my heels while spreading my knees like a whore. Staring between my legs. I reach down and touch the tender skin there. The remains of my scrotum are shrinking. I pull at it briefly, but it slips through my fingers until it presses itself into my crotch. In this position, I can see my ass cheeks pressing together beneath me.
Tissue builds beneath the skin of my previous scrotum. They fill out, bulging into what can only be my outer labia. I whine and whimper and my tongue is down once more, brushing against my narrow chin.
I can't stop stroking that smooth expanse of skin between my new labia. My finger presses into it as if there's a hole there. A small, tight little hole.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I whisper quickly with my chest rising and falling. My arms press against the side of my tits, rubbing lightly.
I'm tensing the muscles there and they feel - different. Slippery and- and- more. More... something. I can't- I don't-
The skin parts and I cum from a small orgasm - the first for my new body. Liquid wells from the tiny slit when my Bartholin's glands begin to produce lubrication. A new flush of heat spreads through me and the pale skin on my smooth chest darkens to red, followed by my neck and cheeks - and my twitching ears.
Those same ears are collapsing in on themselves, shrinking to fit my face. Until the tips unroll. And stretch outward into sharp points. They slide against my hair and I shiver and gasp and whimper. It's all lost as my pussy continues to open. Black fur grows from the tips of my lengthening ears before lightening to brown along the edges.
"Phone! Phone!" I yell as I pull myself up.
My tits throw me off balance as I stand quickly and more as I run. Such a weird fucking sensation and uncomfortable as they slap together and pull against my body.
I don't care. I just want my phone. I have to take pictures to prove that I'm not hallucinating. If I change back, I need to see them to make sure it was all real.
Hot clear liquid is running down my legs.
And. And there's this- emptiness. The nerves inside my pussy are multiplying and it only makes this heat worse. I need- Um. I-
My phone is on my desk. I grab it, open the camera app, flip to the front camera and go wild with it. Pictures of everything. Ridiculous poses as I try to recreate stereotypical positions - peace signs, duck lips, all of it. I'd be blushing in shame if I wasn't already blushing from the need to be mounted like the slutty little b-
I waver. Stumble. Moan. Gripping my chair with my tits hanging beneath me. I'm clenching those muscles again. More of my cum is leaking out. I can feel it. I want- I- I want-
Falling into my chair, I immediately make a small pool of the steadily dripping liquid. Unable to stop myself, I scoop some of it up and taste it. I have to know what I taste like before I let anyone else do it. It's... salty. Different from the cum I licked up ear-
"I- Oh god. What did I-" I growl and shake my head as I remember what I did. And then tremble as I recall the taste of it. And claw my legs while licking my full lips as the urge for more hits me. More cum. But. I can't- I can't make any more. I can't.
"Ooooohhhhhhwwwwwwl!" I raise my head in a tiny, human-like howl while I grab my own tits. I squeeze them roughly and then snarl as I pinch and pull my nipples, staring at them, pulling even harder as I imagine them as the huge cow-like teats they almost seem to be.
And then I remember my aching, empty pussy and I grab my phone again to take a picture. It's almost hidden by the thick, curly fur on my mound but the camera shows me my splayed, pink lips when I get the right angle. Glistening and soft and dripping wet.
Propping my phone on my leg, I start a video and touch myself lightly. And moan as I glide my fingers back and forth against the lips. And then up to my engorged clit. It's so fucking sensitive that I gasp and tremble and then snarl and push against it, gnawing at the back of m lip while sexy little moans are forced from me.
Hairs spread up from my mound in a treasure trail towards my belly button. And further. My trimmed nails are lengthening, forcing me to adjust my hand so I don't scratch myself. I'm shocked at how dense they're growing. And how dark they're becoming. I dip a thick, curved black nail between my pussy lips and the wrinkled, slightly swollen skin on my palm rubs against my clit, causing me to bark from the overpowering sensation.
When I pull my hand away to look at it, strings of my cum connect to it briefly. Before I can see the thin padding forming on my hand, cramps seize my stomach and I growl and bend over, dropping my phone in the process.
I'm going to need to clean my chair. My crotch and thighs and ass are soaked from all of the liquid there. My poor chair will never smell the same.
Smells.
I can- The trash can that I'd emptied this morning pours the previous contents into my brain, sharp enough that I can identify every single wrapper and crumb. Other scents fight for my attention and I slide slowly to the floor onto my hands and knees while raising my head with my eyes closed.
The tips of my long ears twitch against my hair as they finish growing and the faint, warbled sounds outside intensify until I can hear my neighbors - two houses down - talking clearly.
My claws gouge the floor and I stare at them, wondering how the fuck I missed what was happening to me.
It has to be a dream of course, despite the slicing pain coursing through my belly. As I did in the bathroom, I lean back. Only now, instead of my pillowy ass cheeks sinking softly onto my heels, they dent the skin - still padded but with a muscular, dense core. And I stare down to see clearly defined abdominal muscles straining against my stomach with a thick line of fur covering them. I trace it with my finger while snarling through the pain - all the way up to my throat and chin. A few scattered hairs stretch out to the curves of my breasts and more are growing up between them. And over them.
"Yessssss," I snarl, licking my lips and the tip of my nose.
My knees widen until my ass - and pussy - touch the ground briefly. I lean forward and then muscles seize, forcing me to arch my back in a clear display of need. My ass is raised and spread, showing my dripping sex. Above my ass cheeks is my stunted little tail, straining outward as if that'll help it grow.
I moan and whine as the heat burns through me. A thick string of cum dangles and swings before falling to splatter against the ground.
"Whuh- want it so bad," I gasp.
The thought burns my mind. A cock. Inside of me. I trail my fingers through the fur growing on my belly and I raise my head into another howl when I brush the soft bumps of my teats. This time, there's more animal than human in my song.
I've been in threesomes and even a few foursomes. I've been around naked men. I didn't have much interest in them and we didn't really do anything together, focusing instead on the women we were with. However, when relaxing for some "me" time, my masturbatory fantasies are always on rotation and when I reach one where I magically gain a feminized form, it doesn't take much for me to picture a guy fucking me. Or me servicing a man. I'm not even sure it's something I'd attempt in real life if that were to happen to me. It's just that the fantasy is easy and fast and sexy.
It's... complicated. I think- I think I'd be equally happy with a lady wearing a strap-on. Or a dildo. Or fingers. Or a mouth.
Fucking anything.
Right now.
I'm.
I'm melting. I'm so- I'm so fucking horny. I've never felt this before. Is this- Is this what a proper heat is? Filling my mind with the need to fuck? The urge to be bred like a bitch? To- to whelp puppies? I-
A harsh growl fills the room. My tongue slips through lengthening canines while my other teeth begin to grow into fangs as well. My breasts sway and clap beneath me as I rock back against an invisible cock. My fingers take the hint and I slide one inside.
Inside.
Of me.
My pussy.
It hurts but, Jesus, I want more. The nerves within cry out as I stretch my virgin hole for the first time. I push, feeling the bulbous padding on the bottom of my finger. Snarling, I continue pushing. Pushing past the pain as I take more of my finger. One. Simple. Finger. That's all I can take. Right now, at least.
My entire body itches. I gasp and shiver and tremble as fur begins to grow in earnest. I can't help but roll my head while licking against my expanding nose. It feels a little rough and flatter. The surface becomes textured while it fades from pink to white. And then gray. Black. A wolf's nose on a slowly expanding muzzle.
I can't stop gripping my finger with my slick muscles. The pain is still there but less and I try to force a second finger inside. My pussy resists, but I'm obstinate.
The thin padding on my left hand slides on the floor until I lower myself to my cheek with my head turned to the side. Panting. Gasping. Moaning. Now I'm free to play with my clit.
Holy shit. Holy shiiiiiiit.
My eyes are wide - hazel streaked with gold. My pussy is clamping on the two fingers I have inside while I focus on my clit, rubbing it carefully with cum-coated fingers as I find the perfect-
The orgasm strikes me and I crush my fingers while my eyes roll back. My tail - covered in randomly scraggly hairs, curls and then uncurls and wags as my body shakes.
Ah.
Fuck.
It's so fucking intense and so- it's radiating outward in waves that are just-
Fuck.
I think- I think I'm talking? Gibbering about being fucked? Mounted? Whining and just gasping with my tits uncomfortably flattened beneath me. Dripping. I feel tight all over. Muscles are straining beneath the surface of my body, shifting the fur growing above them. Making me taller. Taller than I was before. It would be absurd if I had the presence of mind to think about it right now - to think about anything other than the pleasure rippling through my body. My body forced to shorten as it takes on a feminine form before being stretched out once more when the beast takes hold.
Need more.
Slowly thrusting my fingers as the pain finally begins to subside. Other hand working on my clit.
Another orgasm. I love my clit. I love it so fucking much.
Oh god. I just remembered that spot.
I curl my fingers, cautious of my claws and I move my hand, trying to find my g-spot. Moving and-
"FUCK!" I bark when I scrape against it.
I can see him there - the stranger on the bus bench. In my fantasy, I'm there. Stumbling to him, drunk from the moon. Sitting next to him. Leaning into him. Sniffing him. Reaching a hand to his cock while growling in his ear. Unzipping him to pull it out before, oh god, before touching my lips to it. Licking him - yes, yes, yes - like a proper dog. Like a wolf. Sucking on him, covering him in my slobber as I begin to change. Clawing his clothes until I can't stand it and I'm straddling him, lowering myself to his cock. Ripping my shirt to bare my breasts. Howling when I feel him sucking on my nipples.
A world of sensations is exploding inside of me. I had no idea. I'm snarling and snapping from another orgasm while my blood pounds in my temples and a high pitched keening sound fills my ears.
I roll, to my side and then my back, resting my feet on my cum-soaked chair. Vaguely staring at the brown fur growing down around my ankles. The fur darkens towards my toes until it's a glossy sable coloring that matches the fur around my fingers. The fur expands around my toes when they thicken to bear my new size and weight. I can feel the crunching within when my forefeet widen, tendons and muscles and joints reshaping. The onyx tips of my claws appear from the fur and I growl when they dive beneath the skin to anchor themselves around my bones.
My left hand grips my breast, padding sliding over skin and fur while my right pulls back to my clit. The sight of my body changing only makes me more horny. It gives fuel to the fire of my fantasy and I ride that high octane heat straight to an orgasm that leaves me screaming and bucking.
"It- it- d- d- doesn't end," I gasp while my heavy tits rock against my chest. I snarl and adjust myself to give room to my tail, but my respite is brief as my finger returns once more.
I need something inside of me. My orgasms are mind blowing but they aren't satisfying. The beast demands to be filled. If a cock of some kind isn't available, I would need something else.
My fingers brush my pussy lips and I freeze.
It was happening. The thing I'd described so many times was happening. I touch myself gently. Exploratively. Despite the claws and the padding and the fur, I can feel my thin, tender pussy lips. I hold them carefully between my fingers while closing my eyes.
They move, pushing against my hand. Forcing my fingers apart, ever so slightly. I rub the outside edge with my thumb and the furred bridge of my nose becomes wrinkled as I try to hold back from shoving my fingers back inside in a furious attempt to ease my heat. I want to feel this - of all the things, if I want to feel this part.
The lips were inflating as they pushed outward. I raise my thumb up to the clit on the apex of my pussy and I feel that thin web of skin growing thicker. Further up, oh so gently, to touch my clit - gnashing my teeth in the process - as the hood consumes it and forces it down.
Literal heat radiates from my pussy. The fur surrounding it is matted with my sticky cum but I place my palm gently against my lower lips while closing my eyes so I can picture it happening.
So I can picture my spade forming.
Ebony streaks appear in the gaps of the wrinkled, stretching flesh. Those lines widen and spread, consuming the pink to leave jet black skin behind. It continues down over my taint towards my asshole until that puckered skin matches.
And still my pussy continues to inflate, swelling into a true spade-like bulge pushing past the wild tangle of my fur. Pressing against the outer labia as they become fully engorged from my heat - from the blood pooling between my thighs. Showing my aching arousal and need.
My own musk fills the room - broadcasting what I want.
God. The thought of it. Of a werewolf mounting me. I whine, loud and long and roll to my hands and knees once more to arch my back and raise my ass.
I'm panting with my tongue sideways and flopping, flinging drool. My nipples brush the floor, sending shivers down my spine. A wild, thick ruff of black fur waves against my nape.
After several minutes, I pull myself up to stand on my broad feet. I feel my padding sink slightly against my weight. My first several steps are unsteady, but I'm eventually able to shamble towards the bathroom to rummage through drawers until I find it - an old hairbrush.
If my cheeks weren't currently burning from the heat, they'd be burning now. I turn and my tail thumps the vanity, causing me to yelp. It doesn't matter. Nothing else matters right now. I ignore it and make my way to the bedroom, crawling up to the bed before flopping to my back.
Licking my black lips, my enormous fangs grind together as I focus down my body. My tits hang slightly to my side and I bend my knees to push my heels into the bed. I can feel my toe claws tearing the sheet, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I watch as I carefully aim the handle of the brush towards my spade.
Ohhhh fuuuu-
It enters me and I throw my head back to stare at the ceiling. Pushing. Pushing. Feeling my muscles tighten around it as the nerves rub and slip over the strange surface.
Oh. I'm whining. I- I can't stop whining. My pussy is dripping to the bed as I push until I feel the bristles. It's not nearly enough.
Back out again. Growling now. The soft pink skin within bulging outward slightly. Back in, greedy and hungry for it. Out.
Slowly finding a rhythm. Angling it for the best position. My tail swishing against the bed, leaving loose brown and black fur behind.
A little faster. Barking from a little orgasm. Massaging my breast. Pinching my nipple. Touching my clit.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I forgot about my teats I have teats oh shit I have teats! Clawing through my belly fur with my free hand to find them and play with them and pull them and snarl and growl and pinch all of them one at a time and then again and again until-
My howl causes every single dog in a 5 mile radius to lose their fucking shit.
I hear neighbors screaming at me - well, at the dog they think I have - as it continues. When I run out of breath, I shudder and buck and then curl to my side with the brush handle stuck in my pussy. My legs kick out sporadically while my thighs rub together. My poor bed is absolutely covered in fur now. And my cum.
And, good lord, I still want it. I tell myself that, in a bit, I'll go on the hunt for something bigger. In a bit. First-
My hand grabs for the brush once more with my claws biting into it until the wood crack from the power coursing through my werewolf's body. And I began to push once more.
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I wake, naked on my bed with morning light streaming through my window. I sit up, furless, titless. Male once more.
But covered in loose fur.
A wide smile touches my lips. It wasn't a strangely coherent, vivid dream.
I lower myself back down. My body aches, but I feel otherwise amazing. I roll in my own loose fur, letting it cover me before just closing my eyes to lay in it. It's itchy, but I don't care.
When I've had enough, I slip out, letting the fur stay against my body - although some wafts away - as I go to find my phone.
Ah. I can smell my chair a mile away.
And then I realize I can hear my neighbors. Not as strong as last night but still loud. Way, way louder than they should be. Once I notice all of this, other scents come to me.
I nearly collapse to the floor. This has to mean the werewolf part stuck. It has to mean that.
I'll need to clean. And vacuum. Lots of vacuuming. So much fur.
But, first... I go to my phone and then jump lightly when I see what the pictures showed - the features of a beautiful woman. Me in a feminized form with furred, pointed ears that I missed the first time. With a quiet growl, I hold the phone to my chest and run back to my room to roll in my fur once more. My cock is raging hard and I spend hours edging myself, tasting my own cum and just draining my body.
And sleeping.
The doorbell wakes me. I have the presence of mind to grab an old robe before opening the door to accept the package. Once back inside, I frown at it while my memory pings me quietly. My long nails easily tear the tape away and I open it to find a wolf's cock. Well. A dildo in the shape of a wolf's cock.
"Ah. Right," I say while staring at it. There's a vague memory I can kind of recall in my heat-fueled haze where I'd browsed for porn online... werewolves? Male werewolves? Oh god. I never do that. I can kind of remember looking through specialty sex stores until I found the perfect dick. Oh. Oh yeah. And then masturbating at the thought of it inside of me - attached to a real werewolf. Mmmhmmmm.
I reach up to scratch my chest and then lick my lip.
A part of me wonders what it might feel like to try anal. To see how close it would be to what I'd felt last night.
That is, until I look down at my bare chest through my open robe to see large, erect nipples and the faint swell of tiny breasts. Black nipples that matched the color of my spade and teats from last night.
And I knew it was happening again.
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Heather Graham
"Girl", sheesh, I wonder how long it'll take before I get used to having that applied to me? I have my first doctor's appointment tomorrow and will hopefully get meds there to start. I plan on updating my online presence with pronouns and changing my Mark Graham pen name after that as a kind of celebration. Probably making journal entries at the few places I post and such. Crazy times ahead, haha!
Mia
GIRL YES I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! (And sorry for disappearing for like 9 hours after you came out here - thank you for sharing yourself like that!) But I read that elevator story on Literotica a week ago and then this and was like, there's no damn way Lyc isn't an egg, lol. Almost all of my other late 30's hatched trans girls all basically grew up on TF/TG content going back to the 90s and now we're watching as all the artists and authors we loved come out themselves. Anyway, shoot me a message *anytime*, and I mean that. And for others who might read this, I'll leave two links below - one was very helpful to me at about this stage, and the other was written by my friend Zoe as a followup for helping to move out of this phase of questioning into progress. https://medium.com/@kemenatan/its-just-a-fetish-right-91cb0a4e261 https://stainedglasswoman.substack.com/p/beneath-the-surface
Heather Graham
You know, it's funny you're posting this because my egg just recently - literally recently - broke and I'm about to start the whole process myself after denying things so long. Funny but also amazing and I'm glad I could help in my own way!
Mia
Hi Lyc! This seemed like a good opportunity to drop an appreciative note for your stories in general, especially the transgirl werewolf I commented on about a year ago. I'm almost to month 7 of HRT despite not realizing I was a woman until age 38 (and despite years of TF and TG fandom). Thanks for your wonderfully validating stories here and on literotica!
Heather Graham
If you don't mind me asking, how come?
E d
Damn. That's one of your best, easily.
